Tuesday, May 5, 2015

The Bonehead Blog Hop: Even on a Perfect Day

I enjoyed the motto this blog hop chose "Confession is good for the soul...it may not 
be your soul, but trust me - it's good for someone's soul."

There is a lot of truth in that motto. Making bonehead decisions is something I do all the time. So the hardest part will be narrowing it down to one I am willing to confess to and share in the blog world.

Last June I wrote a blog post about A Perfect Day which you can read here. Anyone familiar with PAul Harvey would know that their is always the rest of the story.

Sure the beach was beautiful. Nothing better than spending quality time with my daughter. Swimming in the oceans with dolphins swimming near us was a thrill I was able to share with her.

I was visiting my parents and they always stress how you should wear sun screen and always mention the burn time. They always say it is a short time like "the burn time is 15 minutes."

Bonehead decision one was I decided to take off my shirt. I don't usually do that. However, I was five hours away from where I lived. I wasn't trying to impress anyone so I said what the heck.

Bonehead decision two in the moment of swimming and sharing the experience with my daughter I did not put on the harped about sunscreen.

We were in the water and the beach for far more than 15 minutes. I can testify my skin was exposed to the sun for the well done duration. So my parents, wife and anyone else with common sense when I came back with my sun burn yes they told me so.

I ended up with the worse sunburn of my life. The type that would welt up and puss. It was not a lot of fun. Like Paul Harvey would say "and now you know the rest of the story." Yes, I made a couple of bonehead decisions even on a perfect day.


Stephen T. McCarthy said...

Don'tcha hate it when they harp and harp, and we don't listen and... they turn out to be right?

Practically growing up on the beaches of Santa Monica and Venice, and being quite white, I have had more than my share of painful sunburns. In fact, our philosophy in the pre-sunscreen days (yes, I was alive then) was that in order to get a good tan, you first had to get that good burn. Uhp! We were idiots!

The kind of burn you acquired, however, is worse than any I ever had - thankfully.

My friend Pooh (a very, very pink-skinned Irishman) had one once though. I think he fell asleep with the tops of his feet exposed and when he woke up... like you said, blisters and puss.

He even had to see a doctor and couldn't wear shoes for weeks.

Yep, that's pretty boneheaded.

~ D-FensDogG
'Loyal American Underground'

Dixie@dcrelief said...

Mike - wow - ow!

My brother got a nasty sunburn and the lifeguard put motor oil on me. Now days, he always gets the best teddy bear brown tan... the kind everybody wants.

Birgit said...

Oh since my tan looks like Dracula's bride on a bad day you know I burn easily. I have been through that horrible burn and could hardly move for days. I killed an aloe vera plant putting it's juices on my burn-never again. Hearing my mom's voice saying told ya was even worse

Liz A. said...

Ah, that's the thing about sunburns. Until you have a really bad one, you don't think much about sunscreen. I'd tell you about the one I got when I was 16, but I'm not going to write a big, long comment.

Robin said...

I've had some miserable sunburns in my life, but never with welts and puss. Ouch. I feel for you. I bet you never forget the sunscreen again!

Diana Wilder said...

I lived in Hawaii for a few years. Got brown, seldom used sunscreen. Well... Back then it was Sea & Ski lotion. I was fine. Went back twenty years later, fell asleep in the shade (that became sun) and ended up with burns on the backs of my knees. Not fun. But nothing like yours. Ouch!

Jacquelineand.... said...

Ow! Ow! I've done that... never again!

Cherdo said...

Ouch, ouch, ouch!!

My granddaughter and I were talking about this just yesterday. When I was young, I had an olive tone to my skin - she has that same thing. It was easy to tan and I'd get a nice cafe au lait color. Sometime in my teen years, my skin got paler and I had freckles instead of tan. That continues to this day. If I skip sunblock, I'm burnt, man!

My granddaughter doesn't believe my skin tone would change...she's 13 and I will laugh if the same thing happens to her.

Thanks for participating!!

Cherdo said...

Hubzam and Gonzo got a KILLER burn in South Carolina once. We returned to our hotel and poor Gonzo (about 5) walked up to the elevator and cried. He loved to push the buttons and he couldn't lift his arms.

Thanks for participating, Mike!!