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the first three days

Listen up. I'm about to make another public blog commitment that will most likely meet the same fate as fiction fridays. Drum roll please.

 

I've decided to be intentional about experiencing fall. I love fall. It always seems to move faster than the other seasons, and I usually end up missing it. For someone who's spent 21 of the last 28 falls going back to school, it has become a season of excitement and beginnings and backpacks. And pumpkins. And scary movies. And seasonal beers. And blankets, and football games, and soups and crunchy leaves and boot socks (for at least one more season).

And so begins my commitment. Every day of October, and there's 31 of them, I will engage in an intentional celebration and acknowledgment of fall.

I'm already three days behind. Which technically could be fall-ish, because that's kind of school-ish, which I've already stated is fall-ish. But that's lame. Here are the first three days.

1. Fall is football season so Nelson and I went on a football and wings date.

"Things I will soon regret, for $200 please."
I got a mild case of food poisoning and Tony Romo got a slightly more severe case of the Jay Cutlers (5 interceptions). But the Bears won, they had Oktoberfest on tap, and I didn't bieber (don't click that, Mom) in the car on the way home so the first night of fall was an overall success.

2. Yesterday (Fine! It was today. I forgot to do something yesterday, okay? Geez.) I had a caramel apple spice from Starbucks. What can I say? I'm part of the 1%....that doesn't like pumpkin spice lattes.

3. Tonight I'm watching the debate. This is fall-ish because it's election season and (on day three...) I couldn't think of anything else to do. AND painting my nails pumpkin orange while drinking a Pumpkin Ale.

Now if that doesn't make you wanna check back in tomorrow, I don't know what will.

So, what's your favorite fall activity?

Comments

  1. Samantha Page SmithOctober 3, 2012 at 6:48 PM

    Pumpkin Ale and Halloween. Hoodies and fuzzy socks.

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  2. Mindylou113October 3, 2012 at 8:33 PM

    My favorite part of this fall was when I coined the term "biebered" while watching Dancing With the Stars with you last night.

    ReplyDelete

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