September Remembered

It seems like September is a hard month for a lot of people. Green Day hates the month so much, they want to sleep through the whole thing and not wake up until it’s over.

But in my little neck of the woods, September is (mostly) splendid. Rather than simply telling you about it, I think the photos and screenshots I’ve taken on my phone over the past 30 (well, 28) days will paint a pretty good picture.

Warning: this post contains some vague and confusing nudity.    

September 3
While watching Silver Linings Playbook, I realized that young Bradley Cooper bares a strikingly creepy resemblance to a person I used to be quite close with, but now haven’t spoken to in 6 years. That guy’s probably in prison by now. Not even kidding.  Just to clarify, it’s the former friend who’s probably in prison –  not Bradley Cooper. I mean, Bradley Cooper COULD be in prison right now, I don’t really know.

How much do ANY of us know about him, really?


September 4
Celebrated my mom’s birthday weekend with lots of mother-daughter shenanigans. Happy Birthday, Cheese Mom! Sorry for any blog-related shame I’ve brought you, and will continue to bring you, for an indefinite period of time!

Also, thank you for providing such good material.

Yes, her shirt does say “Nope.” I like to to think she takes after me.

September 9
I completed all of my clinical hours for FULL licensure as a professional counselor (as opposed to a lowly counselor intern). First, I celebrated in my office with a mini dance party,  which was witnessed by a bewildered handyman walking by.

Later, I celebrated with potatoes and pretty drinks, just like our forefathers would have wanted.


September 10
I began a new and weird research project about personality disorders. It was a slow start.


September 11
I admitted that I am powerless against the mighty Cheeto.


September 12
Happy Birthday to one of my best friends, who will always and forever be 12 days older than I am, which I will hold over her until the day I die. Or until the day she dies, since she’s so much older and wrinklier.

Rather than putting up a picture of her, I have included this drawing that I made of her when we were 10. She’s the only one with hair.

I don’t know who all the bald people are, or why everyone’s naked. I’m now a little concerned about my 10-year-old self.


September 16
Celebrated my birthday (early) at an outdoor bar. Bacon-covered cheese and alcoholic beverages were involved. So were dogs. Lots and lots of dogs.



September 22
These birthday presents from mah cheese wife and her kids do a pretty good job of demonstrating my personality. You’re looking at a dolphin nightshirt and a tortilla warmer with a chicken on it. In the past, I’ve used foil to keep my tortillas warm, like some kind of miserable peasant. Now, not only will my carb vehicles be kept toasty, they will look good while doing it. This festive feathery bastard is really going to liven things up in my kitchen.


A note to my friends and family:  please refrain from buying me chicken-themed  items in the future. The fact that I like this particular chicken does not mean I wish to start hoarding them.

September 24
At last, my birthday! I went shopping, ate too many treats, and petted some more dogs. Needless to say, it was a pretty excellent day.

It’s been a whirlwind 30 (okay, 28) days of festivities, food, and fur babies! It hasn’t been perfect, but it’s been just nice enough to make me forget about that whole persistent eyelid infection thing. Which I still have, you guys. I’m going to need some more Cheetos.

16 thoughts on “September Remembered

      1. momsranting

        Ahem. Or you could say September people are the nice little precursor to the even more amazing people born in October. Setting the stage for us. Kind of like our warm up band. ✌️😀

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      2. Haha! This gave me a good laugh! I still want to think of September as being a pretty awesome show on its own, as well as a starting point for the holiday season. But October is definitely part of the holiday season, so I’ll “allow” you to be excited about that month as well. Lol. Happy early birthday 😉

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  1. Happy birthday! And congrats on completing your clinical hours 🙂

    Love these photos, they’re hilarious. I’m also powerless against Cheetos, so there’s that–I like your take on personality disorders too. They’ll undoubtedly be asking you to fluff it out, but it’s a shame because I think you made your points succinctly and well.

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    1. Thank you! There’s been a lot to celebrate! I normally like the regular crunchy Cheetos, but I randomly developed a powerful craving for the puffy kind, and I ended up eating am entire bag in just a few days. I’m not allowed to buy them anymore since I apparently have no control. Lol.

      I’ve also managed to write some more about personality disorders, but I agree with you – I think it sounded pretty good how it was! Details are good and all, but why write thousands of words when it can all be summed up in one sentence?

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      1. Someone should write a hilarious guide to personality disorders. Probably not the best career move for a budding clinician, but after getting established…

        I’m with you on the Cheetos deal. I can keep ice cream, chocolate and sugary stuff at home because I’ll forget it’s there and eat it in moderation, but I can’t handle cheesy, salty, crunchy stuff. Cannot control myself around nachos, Cheetos or chips with awesome dips.

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      2. Oh my god, that is a brilliant idea! When I’m done with the serious project and have a deeper understanding of the disorders, I might just have to do that! I’m already excited and thinking of ideas haha. Thanks for the idea, even if you didn’t necessarily intend for me to be the one to do it haha.

        For me, the unstoppable snacks are Cheetos (apparently), blueberry poptarts, and Nutella. I’m not allowed to buy those things anymore because I have no willpower when it comes to them. Now, if someone buys the things FOR me, that’s a different story…


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