Feeling achy today. I will be so happy when the weather drys out some. The sun is shining outside now so maybe when I go out for lunch I won't feel as if I stepped into a sauna.
It was so humid Saturday...I used the flat iron on my hair and the thick, suffocating, smothering, damp, hot, windless, horribly debilitating humidity made it curl more than I've seen it in years. Man, I'm talking big hair.... hair the size of a state!
I hate high humidity...it seems infinitely hotter on a humid day than any other. I am the embodiment of that old saying "it's not the heat, it's the humidity." This is because humidity makes the temperature feel warmer than it actually is, since the cooling effect of evaporation from the skin is not as effective.
Here's the scientific explanation for those of you who have never been fortunate enough to experience REAL humidity.
This is because as environmental temperatures approach normal skin temperature, cooling of the body becomes more difficult. If the atmosphere is as warm as or warmer than the skin, blood body surface cannot lose its heat. Under these conditions, the heart continues to pump blood to the body surface, the sweat glands pour liquids containing electrolytes onto the surface of the skin and the evaporation of the sweat becomes the principal effective means of maintaining a constant body temperature. Sweating does not cool the body unless the moisture skin by evaporation. Under conditions of high humidity, the evaporation of sweat from the skin is decreased and the body's efforts to maintain an acceptable body blood going to the external surface of the body, relatively less goes to the active muscles, the brain, and other internal organs; physical strength declines; and fatigue occurs sooner than it would otherwise. Alertness and mental capacity also may be affected
I got up early Saturday morning to meet my sister, cousin and aunt at the 2010 Decorator ShowHouse, the Longleaf Estate. This was Richard Scrushy's former home...you may remember Scrushy, he was found guilty of cooking the books for the corporation he started, HealthSouth Corporation. Anyhoo.....the house was so big there were three staircases and someone told me there were 16 bathrooms....I'm not sure it that was right, but the master his and hers closets were so large it was obscene. Photos were not allowed inside. Too bad, you would love seeing some of the rooms.
I'll be taking most of the week off from blogging. Wednesday, I'm going to Gulf Shores for a relaxing girls trip. We may just be watching the oil roll onto the beach, so I'm not sure how pretty it will be. There is always the pool though. We're taking DVDs, cards, and bags of crafty stuff just in case.
I may or may not be back tomorrow with a Magpie. If not, I'll leave you with this thought....all Southern mothers say this to their children when they are going to be away from home...."Ya'll be sweet while I'm gone."