Oh, September, how I love thee.

I've always been a big fan of September.  Fall is my favorite season (when we actually get one).  Football starts.  And my birthday is at the end of the month.

I love summer, don't get me wrong.  But there's something more comfortable about wearing jeans a t-shirt and not being hot.  Throwing on a sweatshirt early in the morning or at night after the sun goes down.  Putting jeans on my kids -- because for some reason, little kids in jeans just might be the cutest thing ever.

I love the pumpkin-flavored food items that pop up everywhere.  Pumpkin donuts?  Yes, please.  Pumpkin cream cheese on my cinnamon sugar bagel?  Yes, please. 

The colors of the leaves changing.  Raking up leaves in big piles and watching PJ jump and run into them laughing hysterically.  Getting to watch Maggie crawl (hopefully walk) into the piles and laugh at her big brother.

Football.  Fantasy is in full swing. I've got my pick in for my survivor pool (Tennessee).  I don't really want to watch tonight's game, since the Packers are playing, but I will because at least I'll get to see the Saints wallop them and I'll get to hear familiar words like.

"Offsides, #63, offense.  Five yard penalty.  Replay 1st down."

I fricking love football.  I think I might be a referee for Halloween this year, and throw penalty flags at people.

And my birthday.  I'm a huge birthday person. I send cards to all my friends on their birthdays.  If you tell me your birthday once, I'll know it forever.  It's the day where we celebrate you came into the world.  And, even though I'll be 32 (gasp) this year, I still look forward to my birthday.  I like getting cards.  I like going out to lunch with my family, and enjoying the day.

So welcome September. :)