Just Another Day

It's taken me two years, one wedding anniversary and one upcoming wedding anniversary to realize that I'm not a fan of anniversaries.  This has nothing to do with my wonderful husband.  It has to do with the fact that I am just not a fan of special days.

I feel the same way about birthdays (my own, anyway) and New Year's Eve.  I hate them.  Despise them.  They always get built up in my mind (thanks to the society bandwagon) to be some big deal but really, it's just another day.  As a result, I either go all out go make an super uber deal about it so it seems like it's really a special day...or I ignore it all together and try and make it go away. 

So, as our 2nd wedding anniversary is approaching (whoa, time flies), I sit here and ponder for hours what we'll do.  Then I realize, hey, what if we don't want to do anything?  What if we just want to sit around and be lazy?  What if we just went to our favorite dive bar?  What if we go out to a fancy dinner?  What if we want to lay out at the beach (in October) to continue to work on our tans?

The truth of the matter is, we can do whatever the heck we want to do and it's okay.  Why, oh why, do the pressures of society try so hard to take over in these situations?  I mean seriously, if I want to go do something special, I'll do it when I want to.  No need to wait for a special day to be special.  It's all just another day. 

When I feel like celebrating, I'll celebrate.  And that usually happens on a weekly basis.  For simply no reason other than to celebrate life...as it should be.

Falling Into Fall

As it turns out, Fall is the only season I have really missed during these five years of living in Los Angeles.  I suppose that's why I got married in October, which to me, is the essence of Autumn.  The leaves begin to change...a chill creeps up in the air...the fireplaces begin to burn the wood that has been dried all summer long...the sky turns a crisp blue hue...

At least, technically.

In LA, it's pretty much 75 to 85 degrees all of the time during Fall.  In fact, last week it was 113, which was a record breaker of a day in history of hotness in this city.  Don't get me wrong, I love a good, hot day at the beach in the Palisades, but 113 had me cowering under the umbrella like a vampire hiding from the sun.

This is why I welcome this cloudy, gloomy, rainy, freezing weather.  Mind you, freezing to me (and any Los Angelean) is anywhere between 55 and 65...and that's about what it's been.  Finally I get to pull out my boots, sweaters, hats and jackets, and scarves!  I've been cozied up on the couch in a blanket, kitties snuggled up against me.  I'm burning my Apple Cider candle while sipping on some hot, spiced cider.  This is the epitome of Fall.

I take it all in, as this weekend it will be back into the upper 90's.  LA, I love you, but c'mon.