Island in the Mist Photography | My View Through the Lens....

There are very few things that make my blood pressure increase quite as much as McDonald's and dealing with Dell Computers. Mosquitoes really do their best to push my buttons though.

Because I got volun-told to be the scorekeeper for Daniel's baseball games, I have been spending a great deal of time outdoors. So much in fact I can't wait to see how wrinkly I will be as a result of all of this irresponsible sun exposure. I am currently working on a great case of crow's feet-this is exacerbated by my inability to ever find my sunglasses.
I was quite the bronzed beauty though, nothing better than nice brown arms in a tank top.

So now that the weather is nice I was so pleased I could go trotting around town showing off these nice toasted limbs, and have the general population envious of my sun tan. I was excited to hear envious passersby say, 'Did you enjoy your vacation to warmer and sunnier places? I am so jealous of that beautiful color.' Surely everyone I encountered would be green with envy over how brown I am.

And then it happened. As is to punish me for my new found vanity, God send an army of mosquitoes to devour me. To scar my arms and my legs and my neck for life. They stung and bit through a baseball game, a photo session, and each time I dared race to or from the car. Suddenly as if by magic (a very deep evil magic) they had consumed my tan. Faster than Michael Jackson lost his color, mine was carried off by creepy buzzing creatures. It looks like I have a case of the chicken pox to last the century. Swollen and lumpy and dark red and glowing white. My beautiful handy work of crisping in the sun is now nothing more than a foul looking pile of flesh, all bumpy and lumpy and oddly colored. I feel as though I should wear socks and sandals to protect the world's eyes from the site of my ankles which look like I made bad friends with a pit bull.

And so...I hope that when I arrive in Newfoundland (in precisely 16 days) that my friends and family will disregard the fact that it looks as though my flesh is rotting...and tell me I have a beautiful suntan.