Once upon a time (when I was turning 24, I think) in a land far away (Denver), I was working at Qwest Communications. I made a friend there who had just gone through a nasty break-up with her boyfriend of several years. Since it was my birthday and she had a broken heart, we decided to spend the weekend in Glenwood Springs at the hot springs there. The weather was sunny, yet cool (because it was March) but made it perfect for sunbathing because the sun kept us warm.
After swimming in the springs, I dried off and fell asleep in the sun on my lounge chair. I woke up about an hour later, flipped over, and remained that way for at least another hour - if not longer.
After awhile, we headed back to the hotel, changed our clothes and headed through town, looking for something to eat.
We came upon a little burger joint and got seated. I knew that I had been kissed by the sun - but by the time we found dinner and were seated, my "sun kiss" had turned into a full-blown "sun beating"! I was as red as a cooked lobster - and I felt it - on every inch of my exposed-to-the-sun body.
The waiter actually commented on it and he timed us to see how long it took to melt a large ice cube on my thigh.
Less than 2 minutes.
It was painful and my fun, birthday weekend was not so fun anymore.
Skip ahead about 10 years.
Yesterday I took the kids to the pool. Welcome Summer! No baseball games and beautiful weather made for a fun day with the family!
Oh, I put on sunscreen! I bought some Banana Boat SPF 30 sunscreen and lathered us all up. I did NOT want a repeat of my Glenwood Springs experience (though it's happened more than once since then).
I sat next to that baby pool from 1:30 until 4:00 watching Grand Duchess and Thor enjoy themselves.
And I got burned.
Oh yes, I got burned severely. Just like Glenwood Springs. Turns out I forgot sunscreen on my legs. Not that it would matter because it was as if the sunscreen on my chest, shoulders & face was made of water.
I'm a lobster.
And today I have riding lessons and jeans/boots are NOT going to feel pleasant against my legs.
I washed my face last night & started a new nightly routine on my hair/lashes/brows & came out and Popeye said, "What's wrong with your face?"
Thanks Babe. "It's called a sunburn."
"Oh."
Yeah. So there you go. Hoping it clears up soon.

On another note. I've been wanting to grow my hair out longer and it seems to be taking TOO long. So I googled stuff, pinned stuff & am now trying stuff. I hear castor oil is excellent for hair regrowth (receding hairlines, thinning hair, etc...) so I'll be massaging castor oil into my scalp 3 times a week and applying it to my lash line each night before bed. We'll see how well it works in 3 months. I took before pictures of my lashes. If it works - I'll let you know!!!

That's it. Carry on. (And don't forget your sunscreen!)