The past few mornings, I have barely felt capable of waking up. I’ve actually gotten a few decent nights of sleep, so that really shouldn’t be the case, but I sometimes think I function better on my usual two hours than I do on six to eight.
Like I do with everything around this time of year, I blame the impending change of the seasons. I have the end of summer blues.
Not that it’s not still warm enough to feel like summer, and not that I don’t have a trip to the sweltering hot Oklahoma prairies coming up this weekend. Those things are all good.
It is still technically summer after all.
But it happens the same way every year. Around the middle of August people start flipping their shit over OMGFALL!!!!! and it just annoys me to all hell.
But, as I’m doing with my football team this year, I’ve decided to avoid getting pissy about it and emit and aura of faux positivity.
This year, I will not bash the pumpkin spice lattes. I will not lament the difficulty involved in layering. I won’t whine about the cold, dry air ruining my skin and hair. I won’t complain about the stress and complications surrounding the holidays.
Instead, I will focus on the things I’m excited about.
Like the fact that football does indeed start this Saturday. The real football. NFL still rides the backseat for me.
I’m also thrilled that in a few weeks, I’ll be able to arrive at work after my metro ride not dripping with sweat.
I have plans to visit the Chesapeake Bay, tour some Maryland vineyards, and finally check out Mount Vernon in the crisp, Fall air (which will hopefully be devoid of rain).
In early October, I’m going to Boston for the first time to see some of my favorite people ever.
I’ve also decided that have a Horror Fest all October long, watching nothing but scary movies whenever possible. Scary movies are my favorite.
And when I think of it like that, it doesn’t sound so bad.
I may continue to wear shorts, hot pink and sandals until the last of my tan fades away and the temperature refuses to rise above 50 degrees.
I may continue eating salads and put off making soup, just out of principle.
I may shed a few tears during Daylight Savings.
But I will not let that bastard Fall get me down this year.
And, for those that really know me, I will also refrain from even once ranting about my disapproval of Bob Stoops. Really, I’m not going to do it.
I’ve turned over a new, bright red Fall leaf of positivity.
Even if it is as fake as those disgusting pumpkin lattes taste.
Brava! I will join you in this refusal to bemoan the end of summer (though I am equally as sad to see it go as you)- I can at least embrace the football and boots!
Yes, boots are enjoyable. I’m usually a lot more excited to wear them than I am this year though. Probably means I should buy some new ones.
Pumpkin spice lattes are gross, I much prefer gingerbread lattes. I’m one of those people that loves fall, because it brings so many of my favorite things! Dark nail polish, boots, football and all day drinking!
Football Saturdays are the best. I hope to spend a few days in the Ballston area this Fall day drinking with you!
omg gingerbread latte….drool
also…you forgot to mention sweaters.
Haha, I’m iffy on sweaters. They tend to make me look fat. Plus, you wear them and you’re super warm outside, but then go inside where the heater is cranked to 95 and sweat your face off.
I think I’m going to have to try a gingerbread latte this year. I’m not sure I’ve ever had one. I don’t like the peppermint or pumpkin, but maybe this is a way I could embrace the season? I was thinking there was one seasonal flavor I liked, but I can’t think of it now…
I love fall. I love summer, but I love fall too, so it doesn’t really bother me when summer ends.
Besides, it gives me a really good excuse to shop for more boots.
I’m with you on the Pumpkin drinks, except my disdain if for all the Pumpkin Beers flooding the market in August. C’mon guys, Halloween is 2 months away and Thanksgiving three.
Pumpkin beers make me gag. So terrible. And yeah, it’s WAY too soon.
One of our few differences, my love. Fall is my jam, I love everything about it. Because nothing covers up a newly acquired beer gut that results from watching football like a comfy sweater. It’s like the season’s way of making life better.
But you have to wear PANTS and pants are evil.
I don’t like pumpkin lattes either. Or pumpkin beer. Although, I do like pumpkin, but that’s available year round.
I don’t really care for pumpkin, but I find it less offensive than pumpkin flavor at least. I like it mixed into a cheesecake
I’m really really sad the first game of the season is the EXACT SAME TIME as the wedding I’m going to. EXACT SAME. It’s like someone hates me.
I think it’s just residual bad karma Mizzou racked up from jumping the Big XII ship…
Ugh, Fall
I went back to work today, which for me means summer is over. Boo!
I can’t believe it’s already back to school time. Crazy.
I just moved to FL a couple of months ago, and when I think about fall weather being 85 degrees instead of 90, I feel so sad! I’m really going to miss the change in seasons, and more importantly, I’m going to miss wearing boots and sweaters and leggings. But on the other hand, at least I won’t have to deal with jeans – I’m with you on the whole pants thing!
I would love that I think, but of course the grass is always greener and I’d probably feel weird about it if I was actually in that position.
I fully support your new fall attitude. Especially the October Horror Fest idea. My boyfriend and I did that last year and are planning to do something similiar again this year. There’s nothing like watching a really scary horror flick…or a ridiculously funny one.