Put your hands down, ye anal folk of technically correctness.
Yes I am aware the Autumn equinox is still several weeks away, but guess what? I don't give a shit.
In my book the season are defined as the following -- Memorial Day through Labor Day = SUMMER. Labor Day through Thanksgiving = FALL Thanksgiving through March 1st = WINTER March 1st through Memorial Day =SPRING
Those are my definitions so take your solstices and equinox's (and really Chevy this is the best name you could come up with for you quasi-SUV vehicle) and cram them up your sun dial.
Back to Summer.
As I said I'm glad the 2011 edition is over.
For one thing it was the hottest and driest on record here in the Texas Panhandle. Not only did Amarillo set a new all time high of 111 degrees Fahrenheit but we also had 50 days of triple digit temps. Top that off with less than 3 inches of rain since January 1 and this entire region is a tenderbox.
But Mother Nature is going to do as she wants so perhaps more agitating was the two big summer trends that the masses made popular.
Let's start with hair feathers.
I can understand why say a 10 year old girl wants to clip feathers and tassel in her hair but unless you are a stripper, named Pocahontas, or are part peacock, I for the life of me do not get why a grown woman would do so. Yes, even my wife took part in this craze. I waited for days for her to lay an egg but alas she never did.
Yes that is Selena Gomez sporting the plumage up above. I used her picture since my 10 year old son thinks she is the hottest thing since Fried Chicken.
And summer 2011 fad number two?
Frozen Yogurt joints.
Suddenly they are everywhere and frankly I think they suck. Who the hell wants fermented milk? Frozen or otherwise. The tang is bad enough but these damn places all have these flavor bubble doo-dads that are basically like biting into a puss pocket. Call me crazy but I don;t like the sensation of biting through a thin film only to have something squirt in my mouth. Then they put the same crap in tea and call it bubble tea. Me? I call it nasty.
Here in Amarillo we have 8 or nine of these joints that have sprung up in the last few months. Half of them have a name that ends with berry but not one has adopted the name I'd use ... Dingleberries.
Let me know when goatee adornment and beef jerky shops become the next big things. Then I might be interested.