I actually wrote this a few days ago while I was at home recovering from this Fall's almost-deathly illness (still not as bad as last year's mono) and forgot to upload it. Enjoy. Or not. You know I don't really care.
I was talking with my mother earlier today and she remarked that she was so sad it was Fall because it was her least favorite season. I gave her one of my 'are you kidding me' looks, that I should probably put a patent on by now. I told her Fall is the best season! She said that everything starts to die and it is depressing. I told her yes, things do start to die...but at least they look pretty when they eventually do meet their demise. This was met with an also-should-be-patented look from Susan which says 'did I reeeeally raise this child?'
So, for your reading pleasure (or if you're just bored at work/at dinner/listening to your girlfriend update you on celebrity gossip) please look further to read my opinions of the four seasons...and no, I don't mean the hotel. Do you think they would actually let me in there?
Fall: As stated above, Fall is my favorite season. I love the cooler yet not freezing temperatures, the beautiful colors, tailgate emails, tailgating, Keeneland (although I still can't make it this year...damn), the start of basketball season, apple cider, pumpkin patches, corn mazes (just not haunted ones), boots, and cardigans. You can still have fun without getting too hot and everyone is still in a cheery mood while being outside. Perfection.
Winter: Winter...is not my favorite. Sure, a very important holiday occurs in Winter...my birthday, but it has lost its luster over the years. When I was little I would get tons of Barbies, Barbie Dream Houses, and Barbie cars. My playroom (yes, I had a room just for toys. Only child.) looked like the room where anything pink, purple or glittery had gone to die. As I got older, I started to get more practical items like clothing. In college, my gifts became boxes of printer paper (which also were used as stocking stuffers for my 5 ft. tall Christmas stocking. Mom and Dad didn't think that one through. Sure, it was easy to fill up in the days of Barbies that came in huge boxes, but after a few years that thing became a bitch to fill) because I was in the History program and I wrote a lot of papers. Now that I am a self sufficient adult (?) birthdays usually consist of my favorite lasagna and questions as to why I have still yet to return my dad's good tupperware dish I borrowed two years ago (I have no idea where it is. Shh.) Winter is also the time for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but to a person who has a family of three, these holidays really amount to nothing more than a larger than average meal and bad Hallmark movies on tv. Winter is also host to some of the worst driving in Nashville. You think people drive bad in the rain? Wait until there is 1/8 an inch of snow on the roads. #Snowmageddon. Supposedly the Mayans predicted the downfall of the world on 12/21/12. I'm guessing the forecast will call for mild flurries that day.
Spring: Spring is my second favorite season (although I could do without the daylight savings time that makes me lose an hour of sleep I really can't afford to lose). Flowers begin to bloom, the weather warms up, Keeneland is open, vacations are usually taken and the best of all...MARCH MADNESS. I may or may not have already asked off for the SEC Tournament and the first full weekend of MM. My boss approves. He asked me to block his calendar too. The only downfall of Spring is that it hails the start of Wedding Season. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy 27.3% of the weddings I attend. (If you are reading this and I recently attended yours, I assure you it was definitely in the 27.3%.) I have nothing against weddings...it's just that there are only so many toaster ovens a girl can buy for her friends before she can no longer afford to eat the name brand cereal and has to switch to the Kroger version.
Summer: Summer is pretty fun. Boats, fireworks, cookouts, flip flops, sundresses, popsicles and sunscreen abound. I have nothing against summer. Except I really don't like to be hot. Come to my apartment...it's an icebox. And when you come, feel free to bring wine, salt & vinegar potato chips, and any money that you owe me/would like to donate to me.
So there you have Anna Charles Stergas, Esq.'s (I wish) view on the seasons. I do have a small note to add before I finish this entry. Although I will be keeping the blog title, at my next hair appointment I am going to start making my way back to blonde hair. The few of you that know my (astonishingly weird/stupid/awesome) reason for doing so will understand and the others of you will wonder. But trust...I do have a reason...and in my opinion it's pretty damn good.
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