My First Whiff of the Fall Season

Everyone and their sister has had their panties in a bunch about the impending Fall season for weeks. And I’m sorry to break the news to everyone .. but you were celebrating a little pre-maturely because TODAY, September 22nd, is technically the first day of Autumn according to the calendar.

I love the Fall season and Halloween is even my favorite Holiday but I don’t think I’d say that it is my absolute favorite season of the 4 I am blessed with in NEPA. Summer is by far the best and sadly, it doesn’t last nearly as long as it should.

So in the beginning of August when I saw Back-to-School ads, Pumpkin Spice Latte billboards and the 3,000,000 status updates saying “O-M-GEEE-FALL-IS-THE-BEST-I-LOVE-IT-LETS-WEAR-UGGS-AND-GO-APPLE-PICKING-AND-CARVE-PUMPKINS-AND-EAT-A-SCARECROW-WHILE-DRINKING-PSL-COFFEE-AND-BAKING-PIES-AND-THEN-PICK-OUT-HALLOWEEN-COSTUMES-AND-JUMP-INTO-A-PILE-OF-LEAVES-AND-THEN-GO-TO-HOMECOMING-AFTER-WE-DECORATE-OUR-PORCHES-WITH-REAL-HAY-BALES-AND-CORN-STALKS!!!!” I wanted to hurt someone. Seriously though, I did.

And while everyone has been embracing the season for over a month already I didn’t get my first feeling of “Fall” until the other day when I took the dog for a walk. I caught of brief whiff of that familiar brisk, but still kind of warm, musty, crinkled dusty leaves aroma. The kind of smell that gets stuck in your nose. It’s such a distinct smell, I could recognize it anywhere. It made me wonder if other people have that smell? Obviously people in my part of PA and NY. Maybe it’s not that special, but it made me feel nostalgic. Like I would actually miss that smell if I couldn’t experience it again.

I tried to think of other telltale signs of Fall.

Obviously, the shorter days /dark mornings are a sign and it’s my LEAST favorite. Rolling out of bed at 5:30 a.m. in September when it’s pitch black hurts your soul when all summer you awoke to the sun peaking over the tree tops in a beautiful pink and yellow mixed hazy horizon. 5:30 a.m. is absolutely beautiful then.

Also, the changing of the leaves. Here in PA it seems to happen overnight. Before you can even fully comprehend that the summer season is winding down and before you can say “Wow, the leaves are starting to change” they’ve already fallen into a crunchy blanket over yards and sidewalks throughout town. When I was younger, I remember magnificent displays of bright orange, red, and yellow leaves splattered across the mountainsides but as I’ve gotten older they all seem to be dark reds and browns. Anyone else notice that? Or do we not perceive colors as bright when we’re older?

Clothing is another sign. And I don’t mean shopping for sweaters and boots. I mean when you’re trying to decide what to wear out on a date. You know it’s too cold for that coral summer dress or those cut off shorts but you say “F* it” and decide to wear them “one last time” because subconsciously you know you won’t be able to wear them again until next year.

And how about when you do finally succumb to the fact that you have to wear pants or jeans and as you’re walking outside the cold wind stings the front of your thighs. And when you start wearing scarves for the purpose of keeping your ears and neck warm rather than just a fashion accessory.

What are some telltale signs of Fall where you live?

But back to the point of pre-mature celebrating..

Marketing companies have convinced us to start celebrating seasons and Holidays way too early which doesn’t allow us to fully immerse ourselves in the here-and-now. So let’s try enjoy each day of each season and not rush onto the next thing the second Hallmark or Starbucks tells us to.

Sincerely and Sarcastically,

Nancy

Why (I think) Pets and Kids Are Similar

I’ve always grown up with pets. Dogs, cats, hamsters, Guinea pig, parakeet, fish – you know the usual. I love pets and I think I’ll always have a pet in my home because to me – they truly make a house feel more like home (and because they are fluffy!!!”)
 
Paco and I wanted a dog for a couple years before we got Bailey. Well, when I say we I mean when he went Christmas shopping by himself one day and brought home a tiny baby Border Collie, SURPRISE! (This is why he can’t go shopping alone anymore- impulse buyer.)

Before that, I talked about dogs constantly. I looked up pets at our local animal shelter. I researched breeders all over NEPA / NY. And also browsed through newspapers for puppies. But I always managed to talk ourselves off that ledge with “we don’t have time, or money, or that level of maturity to be responsible of another living things life..”  You know, the usual.
But now that we have her, I can’t imagine life without her. Sure, it was cleaner and quieter.. but it also was boring. Is that how parents feel about their children?
Now, I’ve never had a child. So I can’t speak 100 % accurately on the topic, but from what I’ve gathered in personal observations over the past few years is that..
Pets and Kids both need a lot of f’ing attention.
 

10 Ways Pets and Kids Are Similar

1) Food. They need to eat all the time?! Really? My god. Where does all the food go?
2) Ohh.. yeah.. that’s right. 10x a day bathroom trips. (At least you can diaper a kid.. taking the dog out in the middle of a snowy/icy February night so she can walk around and find the perfect place to pee is friggen brutal.)
3) They destroy your house. Plain and simple. Dirty, grimy little baby/puppy paws on everything. Stained and smelly clothes, couchs, and carpet.  They clutter your house with toys, beds, clothes, shampoo, cleaning products, etc.
4) Speaking of messes: DIRT. It’s everywhere. Every nook and cranny they can shove it in. You will be alarmed at the rate in which dirt can accumulate RIGHT after cleaning.
5) They play hard. My dog can go for a 3 mile power walk with me, play Frisbee with Paco for 2 hours and then run around the house and still have energy. I see my friends toddlers running around and it exhausts me just watching them. The amount of endless energy they both have is frightening.
6) They crash even harder. After hours of playing they crash hard like a bride-to-be after her Vegas Bachelorette party. They don’t care if its at the most in-opportune time either. They are out cold. And nothing can wake them – not even the smell of freshly popped popcorn.
7) Tantrums. Ripping up a box of cereal or tissues – why? Because they can and because they are pissed and they need you to know it.
8) Crate? Crib? SAME THING

9) Barking and Crying. They both bark /cry for NO apparent reason.

10) TEETHING. Have you ever had a teething puppy or baby bite down on your finger? OUCH.


Any other similarities that I’ve missed?

 

Sincerely and Sarcastically,

Nancy

Got a Secret.. Got to Keep it.

Secret blogging.

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Oooooo, so scandalous sounding.

In reality, no it isn’t scandalous at all. But for someone like me who has a hard time throwing themselves out into the public eye.. its pretty terrifying (see how that PR and Journalism degree is working out for me?) Plus, people just suck and love to tear down others, remember?

Even in high school or college I was always nervous about giving my speech or presenting my project because I didn’t want people to hate my ideas or think I’m an idiot. I was always too afraid to ask my professors to review my papers before the due date because I didn’t want them to tell me: “This is complete shit, start over, or you’ll fail!” Granted.. I never ran into a situation like that, but the thought was ALWAYS there. Even if I LOVED my idea or project I would overthink it to death and then ultimately ruin any confidence I had on the topic.

So in a way, I guess that fear of people hating things that I create has never escaped me. And ironically.. it’s easier to put things online for complete strangers to see rather than family and friends.

However, I don’t think half of my family or friends would understand a “blog.” It sounds pretty nerdy to me, so I can’t imagine trying to explain “I write on the internet for strangers to see!” It sounds a little odd and like I’m asking for my identity to be stolen.

I’ve read of others who don’t share their blog with family or friends because they don’t want their “voice” to change and I totally get that. I think we filter ourselves enough so why not let loose and speak our mind when we want on a secret platform?

But, I should probably share this with the fiancé, eh?

HI PACO! Don’t get mad if I talk about you sometimes.

Sincerely and Sarcastically,

Nancy

Basically.. I hate hoodies

Isn’t it funny how the mind works? I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday but hearing one word brought back vivid memories of college. 

The other day I heard someone continuously say the word “basically” and I instantly went back to my college Journalism class. Sitting in a cold room lined with computers, 20+ students and my professor going on about his hatred of the word “basically.” He explained that it brought no meaning to any sentence because its just a pointless filler word and that we should never use it, ever.
 
I couldn’t help but laugh because to this day I still don’t use that word.
A few examples of “words” that irk me:

Hoodie
My sister is the one that pointed out to me how annoying this word is and she is right. I hate saying it. And I hate when other people say it. They were called “sweatshirts” before this term was created and I won’t call them hoodies.

Coupon
How the hell are you supposed to pronounce that? I don’t know and I bet you are self conscious about saying it too. I say “Q-pon” and I hate when people say “COO-pon.

Moist
Enough said. It sounds dirty regardless of how you’re using the word.

Any word…


..that Giada de Laurentiis tries to say with an Italian accent.
Watch the Food Network or Google her cooking show. You’ll understand why she makes me want to claw at my ear drums when she says: Mozzarella, Spa-GET-TEE and Ricotta.

Milk











I grew up pronouncing this “mElk” which I know is incorrect. Someone pointed it out to me in high school (Why did no one tell me earlier?) and now I have to make a conscious effort to not pronounce it with an “e.

Pecan
Have you ever been in a situation where you pronounce this Pee-CAN and then someone loudly says the same thing back to you but only to correct you and call it Pee-CON? No? Just me?
Same goes for:

Caramel
I say car-mel but always seem to get corrected when someone calls it car-a-mel.

This isn’t a word.. but a sound
If you lick food of your fingers and make the sucking sound I hope you get attacked by a pack of rabid wolves. That sound is unnecessary. Seriously. You can remove the food with a napkin but if you must lick it off – it can be done without a sound I promise. I know because I can do this without making that sound.

What words do you not like?



Nancy


Things That Dont’ Make Sense

I was browsing through Facespace the other day and you know how it goes – you click on a link (even though you know you shouldn’t) and it leads to one page, and then to another and to another and so on until it’s 2 a.m. and your eyes are all blood shot and googly looking. Well, I came upon this Buzzfeed link about things that don’t make sense and it inspired me to create my own list.

Things That Don’t Make Sense

How my perfect little short haired border collie sheds more hair than a yeti.

Why beer tastes better at a sporting event.

Why the last hour of work drags on longer than the first 7.

How I manage to get every red light on the way home from work.

Why I look 10x worse using the front face selfie camera thing on the iPhone.

Why Walmart/Target/CVS/Rite Aid/Walgreens/every store in the southern tier is always out of CoverGirl Perfect Point Plus eyeliner in the shade espresso.

Why leggings are still a thing.

Why it’s always beautiful and sunny from 7:30am – 4pm but at 4:30pm when I get home it starts to downpour.

Why prospective employer’s want you to have a minimum of 10 years of experience, your Masters Degree in Business, your Ph.D. in Nuclear Medicine, and 5,000 hours of community service helping orphaned monkeys but then only offer you $10 an hour.

What are some things that don’t make sense to you?

Sincerely and Sarcastically,

Nancy