Strawberries.

This blog post is about what a pasty, no-tan, white guy I have become.  No joke.  I need to go tanning in a major way.  

I think what bothers me the most about it is the fact that I used to be tan.....once upon a time.  Before I moved to Utah, I spent a lot of time outside playing football and at the beach surfing and boogie-boarding.  I was your typical blue eyed, blonde haired California surfer kid.  Then I moved to Utah, and things changed.  I swear it was the Utah sun that did it to me.  Suddenly, my complexion decided that it would just take after the Irish and Danish side of my genes.  Forget the French or Indian side.  Who needs a tan?  Not this guy.  Now, I've kind of turned into a giant strawberry.  That is the only way I can describe it.  My hair has turned more of a strawberry blondish color, and my complexion is definitely that of a strawberry as well.  And let's not even talk about my beard.  It's almost completely red.  If I am in the sun, I don't tan.  I just burn, and turn a darker shade of strawberry.  Temporarily of course, and then I go back to my normal pasty and strawberry self. 

Perhaps I should get a tanning pass.  I've done that before, but don't recall having much luck.  Perhaps I should just accept my pasty skin and flaunt it.  Perhaps I should even learn to love the new nickname a couple friends have given me.  Shortcakes.  That's not so bad, is it?