Which is your favorite season and why?

Summer because it is nice and warm.

I love summer. But I also enjoy spring and fall, if the weather's nice. I HATE winter.

Early autumn. It is such a beautiful time with the colorful leaves, and not too hot or too cold.

Autumn because I was born then, I enjoy seeing the trees start to change color and I also enjoy the cooler weather (it got to 101 degrees F today). Autumn is also when my all-time favorite holiday is, Halloween.

Spring. Just 'cuz.

Autumn, mainly because it brings back pleasant memories and it smells so wonderful outside.

Autumn. Mostly, I just think that everything is so pretty in both spring and autumn, but there are no pesky bugs in autumn, and you don't have to worry about floods (at least this is the case where I live). I really like the calm of autumn as well. Winter is too dead, and the other seasons are so busy.

Autumn, with spring as the runner-up. I love the colors, the feeling of the air, the warm days and cool nights, and the harvest.

I guess it would have to be the spring because everything seems so fresh. It's like everything gets a new chance at life. The flowers are blooming and the birds are singing. The smells fill your nose. This spring was especially special to me because it made me feel closer to my Mom. She loved the spring. She felt like it was a new beginning and she loved to work in her beloved flower garden.

I'ts a toss up between fall and spring I love them both.

Autumn.I like the leaves,and the crisp air,and the fog,and is not too hot or cold,and it rains,and is very sweet and serene.
I like spring too,the flowers,but not enough to pick it.
Summer mostly sucks,but of course there's good in it as well.
Winter is wonderful,especially if there's snow and ice,but is too cold.

I like autumn the best. Winter takes the second place.

am not too fond of summer just for the heat and humidity reasons, but i love the beauty that each season is...mother nature is amazing

Fall, for three reasons: I like cool, light-jacket weather, there are colorful leaves to look at and photograph, and there's the new TV season.

I'm fond of all of them for different reasons.

This is kind of tricky because San Francisco has a fairly even temperature all year round; we don't have real "seasons" like other places do. I think I read somewhere we vary about 10 degrees. The lowest in winter might be in the 40s and in our foggy summers the lows in the mornings are usually in the 50s (this morning's low was 55). And our warmest season comes during what other people call "autumn" -- September and October, or they might call it "Indian summer." I like that time best. As for the activities that go on during certain seasons, I prefer the months May thru October as this is when we have more city activities going on -- like street fairs, parades, garage sales. The spring and summer months are also the times when the flowers are blooming at their best; however, in the winter we get rain and the exposed parts of the hills turn green -- right now these hills have turned brown because it doesn't rain in the summer.

Fall..Like the temp. and the clothes.

Spring - not too hot, not cold, everything grows, nothing gets cooked, I don't need heat or air conditioning so I save money and it only gets warmer.

Spring. Because it's not Winter. Or Fall. And because it ushers in Summer.

Autumn. Its starts getting a little cooler after the stifling summer. The leaves are starting to turn all those beautiful colours and it feels like the start of the year. Probably going back from school when things starting in September and also, now I work in computer training things still start in September.

The Four Seasons in Seattle is particularly nice.

I would have to say fall, I dont know exactly why. The summer is ok, especially the no school part, but its hot as hell, and I have to cut the fudging grass once a week, and do a whole bunch of other pain-in-the-ass chores around the house. Plus, I am virtually cut off from civilization. Winter, its cold as hell, and I always have a sore throath on and off. Springs sounds ok I guess, but I dont really care for the atmosphere (literal and figuritive). They say that Spring is a time for new beginings, but I dont by that at all. I think Fall is the time for new beginings.

Summer - I have to wait for it all year long and it's so brief. I've wanted to live in a tropical place since I was a kid watching Gilligan's island.

I'm partial to paprika myself.

Oregano

Hubley

Actress Season Hubley came to films in 1973, after a few seasons in the role of nurse Candy Lowe on the CBS TV daytime drama Love of Life. The most intriguing of her early movie characterizations was Desdemona in rock singer Richie Havens' musical adaptation of Othello, 1974's Catch My Soul. Season then co-starred in the 1976 miniseries precursor to the TV weekly Family, returning to films in 1979 in a string of sexy roles. She managed to transcend the tawdriness of the 1982 crime flick Vice Squad, delivering a hauntingly convincing portrayal as Princess, the pathetic hooker victimized by psycho pimp Wings Hauser. A veteran of many made-for-television films, Season played Priscilla Presley in the top-rated 1979 TV biopic Elvis; co-starring as "the King" was Kurt Russell, who for several years was Hubley's husband. More recently --1994, to be exact -- Season Hubley co-starred as Annie Cobb on the TV series Blue Skies.

Thing of all those Prada open toed pumps...and Prada sandels!!!

And Tidal Waves...And Famine...and The Plague
(At least where I live)

Did your mother pass away? You are so young!

Many of your song talk about the beauty of all the seasons

So it Mother Goose

"Friends" is going to be for ONE MORE SEASON!!! Do you think Carter and Abbey will ever get married?? Is Daphne going to have a baby this season???

Yes, she passed away in November. And, yes, I'm young. Way too young to be without a mother. I just turned 21 in April. But, sometimes life throws crap your way and all you can do is roll with the punches. I've lived through one heartache and disappointment after another, so it's nothing new. It hits you hard when your rock is gone, though, and my mother was that rock.

Wow! I just poured my heart out to YOU, of all people. I must really need to see my shrink.

I was very young when my mother died of pancreatic cancer. Since I am in the medical field, I was one of her health care providers (my sister, a nurse, was another one). She lived one year after her dx. I don't know how I survived that year. I bought a cam-cord and recorded her all year (mostly on holidays when her spirits were lifted). I knew I would make a tape after she passed away for keep-sakes for my siblings. She loved to talk on the tape to tell us how much she loved us, and would miss us....and wanted to stay around 'just a bit longer'. When she got very ill, I couldn't tape anymore.
She died in our arms. Ten minutes after she died (while we were waiting for the funeral home hearse to arrive as she died at home), she opened her eyes and looked right at me. I was standing by her side, still holding her hand. The hospice nurse manually closed her eyes, saying it was a nerve reflex.
I miss her ever day, B.L. The hurt never goes away. You don't want it to. Yes, it does get easier in time, but the hurt never ever goes away.

My mother had colo-rectal cancer. She went into remission for 4 months, but it came back. This time, it was stronger. It spread to one lung and to her lymphnodes. They told us then that there was little more they could do. Six months later, it spread to her brain. They told us she had 2 weeks left, and she lasted for 9 days. She died early the morning after Thanksgiving. She fought for almost 3 years. She was a very strong person, but in the end the battle was too hard for her to win. The last few days, she was in a coma like state, which was really hard. When she died, I wasn't in the room. I'd been there for hours and my Dad and I decided to go outside for a walk and a cigarette. She died minutes after we walked out of that room. I'll never forgive myself for walking out that room that night. My paternal Grandma was holding her hand when she took her last breathe. That should have been me! I'm so angry at myself about that. People have told me that she probably choose that moment to die because she didn't want to die with me and my Dad there, but I don't know if that's true or not. Maybe it is, but it still doesn't stop me from hurting about it.

You know, everybody tells me that it gets easier over time, but I'm not so sure about that. For me, it gets worse as the days go by. The morning she died (at 3am) I had one big outburst at the hospital, then I was okay. I went into this mode where I was doing everything. I went to the funeral home the next afternoon and did her hair and make-up and didn't shed a tear. That night, at the visitation service, I didn't cry. At the funeral, I cried very little. I just felt numb. People probably thought I was uncaring or something. But, about two weeks after she died, I woke up one morning and it just hit me. I realized she was really gone and never coming back and I broke down. Since then, it's gotten harder each day. There's so many days that I want to crawl under a rock and never come out.

People tell me I need to move on with my life and not dwell on the past, but that's hard to do. It's so much easier said than done.

They do.

What do "people" know?

You seem together, so it would also seem that you might be the best judge for such things where you're concerned. I really like the stories you put out there. They've got real content. Another "kudos" to ya, B_. (Again, if you'll pardon the intrusion. I figured since I had something decent to say...)

Stick to what you know! Scraping gum off of strangers sneakers. ( We all do what we're best at, OFS. Glad you found your vocation before you REALLY tried to do something important)

*I like your stories t......wait, what stories? You have no stories

Ignoring the above interuption............

People mean well. Most people lack the words when someone else is in pain. We tend to try to say comforting words to others in pain in an attempt to sooth our OWN discomfort of seeing someone else so vulnerable.
It's hard for us (even therapists) to emotionally "be" with someone in pain without trying to fix it. It is our own "helplessness" we are tending to.
But growth comes from pain. As I have said, the hurt for your mother will never diminish. At this stage, the constant reminder may 'seem" like a stabbing sword, but the feeling of her loss will sustain you in keeping her memory alive for the rest of your life! The light is just that bright

Well, ok. What "HE" said.

*mumble, grumble, mumble more, grumble a little more*

I've never said "this" on this SC thing, but your immense insensitivity on the subject of someones mothers death shows me just how much of a heartless idiot you really are. I suggest you apologize to me.

(Note to self: don't bite, don't...) I apologize. (Note: Ok, leave it at that, just...) But, may I ask (Note to self: Doh!), precisely how was I insensitive? (Urgent note to self: Let it go, let it go, let it...) I fail to see how conceding to what you said versus suggesting B_ rely any bit of on my own dialogue--because my dialogue is pretty much null of any relation you do have to offer her, by the way--would seem submitting if anything, wouldn't it?
Doesn't it? (Note to self: Next time self types the words "pardon the intrusion", erase them and all words preceding said expression.)

I really didn't mean to offend, and I really do apologize if I did. It was mindless.

I figured since I had something decent to say...)
It was the words "succeeding" 'pardon the intrusion'
*I'm the last one to pull the Jekyll-Hyde act but you aren't living up to your name very well.

The "intrusion" doesn't bother me. I appreciate others input.

I realize that people mean well. I take that for what it's worth. But, people need to stop and think before they speak. What really gets to me is when people that have never lost a parent tell me, "I know what you're going through." I've heard that so many times. I've gotten to the point that I just flat out tell people that they don't know how I feel. And, people tell me, "I've been thinking about you." Well, that's great. I'm glad to know I'm thought of, but is that really supposed to make me feel better? I really do know that people mean well, but they just need to stop and think before they say stuff. Give me a hug and tell me, "I don't know how you feel, but if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here to listen." That would be much more accepted by me. I don't always need advice or a quick fix to feel better. You know what I mean?

No, no, no. I'm every bit sincere when I say I was only trying to further excuse my intrusion by saying "I figured since I had something decent to say..." The unspoken portion of that thought would have stated "I thought the intrusion might be justified."

I see now why you got pissed, but--truthfully--that was in NO way eluding to you or anything you had said to B_. I wouldn't dare take a blow like that at someone involved in a conversation like the one you and she were having, you can know that.

With all that, can you and I please go back to being rigorously ruthless to one another? I'm jonzing already.

Autumn - still fairly warm but the bugs and humidity are down, even as it gets cooler the air is brisk and refreshing. Oh, and I love the smell of decay in the air, the scent of death intoxicates me.

My favorite seasons are mild ones. Spring and fall. When I lived in Alaska, it was summer. Also: whichever time of year the "people who apparently don't matter" come around less often, is a good time of year.

OffThe Subject......'Pardon the intrusion'? Isn't that the line 'you' use before having sex with someone?

You can be the "bigger" person and realize that people are saying these "well meaning" things to you to obliterate to their own 'discomfort level'.
The hug with a sincere 'disclosure of helplessness' seems to touch our hearts because it is the "other persons helplessness" we are connecting to.
I will say this: You were with your mother at the time of her death, as you still are now. Spirituality knows no hiding places.

For the sex thing, I'll request to be "pardoned" on my "bigger" days. Otherwise no one really notices enough that I'd even have to bother announcing what's up. Hey--wait--was that...? Did you just give me a dig? Did I...? What...?

How many minutes did your "bigger" days last?

Almost two songs long. Actually, it was just one song--a really long dj-mix. Ho hum.

Was it the disco version of "Don't Cry For Me Argentina?". Weeping while having sex is just one of lifes little joys. ( Me weeping...not them!!!!!)

"Don't hide from me once I've seen ya'!"
Or something like that.

"Don't Cry For Me I'm the Cleaner"

"Tell Thy Story, Ballerina!"

I like summer, but I would like it even more if my next door neighbors moved.

mother hubbard mother may i mommie dearest..whoops..word to yo' mother

You forget jerk

Well...now that you've asked.
I didn't always want to be a dancer. I started out early on in life being a stilt-walker with an incredible fear of heights, until..one day...I got my stilts caught in the mechanical grooves of our local merry-go-round..thus, starting my love of ballet. Via behavior modification, I no longer have a dreaded fear of heights but (now) actually have grand-mal seizures at the sights of pink ballet slippers!

i didn't forget, could NEVER forget the dear jerk!! just didn't mention it, for tis so sacred and well-known, that i figured twas just understood.....

Oh, Mother McCree!!!!!!

Tough question... l love to see snowdrops (my favourite flower) in the Spring-time but I also love walking through the woods in my wellies in Autumn, kicking through the fallen leaves. Hmm, Autumn is warmer - so probably Autumn is my favourite of the two.

yes..mother mother

Summer

I can get my kit off

In some parts of the world, you can get arrested for wearing your wellies in public. Can people see them if you bend over? Here, in Boston, we need to go to a specific underground shop to purchase them!

Mother of Pearl, Mother Lode, Mother Mary (comes to me...speaking words of wisdom, 'Let It Be')

I don't wear a bikini with my wellies. Maybe your'e confusing them with riding boots ?

The wellies I usually wear are pink, and sometimes people come closer to get a better look at them. Some want to "touch" them, if you can believe it!

Pink.. interesting

word from the mother ship mother love bone

I don't quite know what a 'love bone' is. Maybe you can TELL me what it is

What colors are yours? What do Pink wellies tell you about my personality? I would like to know !!!

Virgin white. I'm surprised you needed to ask

Pink wellies ? Hmm, it depends what you're wearing (or not) with them.

I heard that Virgin White wellies may signify the need to spice up your life with a little excitement. Would you be offended if people tried to touch yours? And have you ever tried on another persons wellies? How does that make you feel?
Did you know Snowdrop was the name of a famous obese hooker who lived in Chicago in the 1930's, who was said to have discovered dental floss??

You're wellie source is incorrect.

Snowdrop - True ? That's very interesting. You're a mine of information !

Where are you located?

i'm not too sure either, i thought it was a name of a band, or was it the mother hips, not sure, not very hip i guess

Either you're becoming VERY good at sarcasm() or you truly don't know what that term means! Think about it...anatomically!

oh yes i know what that means....sarcasm is good, but twas partly serious as well

In my study... *laughs*

It's cold and eyeliner looks better in the winter

Well, you are not doing a very good job at it....................(Studying that is)

The contrast between eyeliner and snow/ice is VERY striking, especially on people who have turquoise blue eyes (such as myself)!

I love Fall because it finally gets cooler here (in the South) and the buildup going into the holidays.

Spring Summer and Fall, I hate the Winter.

Spring because my birthday is in April & Summer because it gets warm again!

"Tell thy story, you bean pita!"

Well, there was this kid who was forced to visit Popeye's Fried Chicken stores with his mother to scam a meal or two by pretending it wasn't in their bags after the purchase. He soon detested fried chicken all together - would juke at the mere scent of it. So, at adolescence, the budding youth stole a car and started a life of his own.
He traveled vastly - visiting almost every Pizza Hut across the nation, scamming bread sticks along the way, in the same fashion as his mother (who had died of a chicken bone becoming securely lodged in her throat, unknown to our hero) once had. Stealing had become the poor young man's nature.
He finally decided it was time to lay low, so he got a simple job as a stockboy with a grocery store in Ulna, Mississippi. It was difficult to steal there with all the cameras on site, so he managed to stuff only a can of pork and beans into his green, cardboard-stained vest at the end of each day.
After many years of creating his own inventory of breadsticks and beans in this manner, he alas founded the largest bean pita fast food restaurant chain in the nation. That's right - "Scammin' Ma's Bean Pitas" was born! And, yes, that kid was me.
The rest is of course history.

Are you black?

Spring! Its when everything blooms. But most importantly, it means that winter is over.

No, it was MY turn to be white. I won the last chess match, remember?

Then you wouldn't have anyone interesting to spy on.

Ever been to Zelister, Antarctica?

Are you equating people of African-American decent to be inferior in terms of skills and intellect?

Yes, the grand build up to Veterans Day! That's the best!!

shhhhhhh

(Interesting move there with your bishop. But it's as if I anticipated this course.)

This presumption you hurried in with this particular setup not only defines, reveals and displays your own impetuousness and lack of dignity, but the set of words you use to inquire aptly renders you further thwarted in your views. If you require an answer to your belligerent query: No, in fact I fail to see the connection.

(Knight knocks Queen - the one painted black - clear off the board.) >

(That one must have taken you all night )

*Now, I'm Queen Latifah, huh?