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I’m going to agree with the rest of the world and say that Fall is my favorite season. The leaves begin to change colors, the weather starts to get cooler, the pumpkin things take over the world, and the fashion feels more expressive.

Along with all of that, comes the fun fall festivities. While in preparation for Halloween.

This past weekend my family and I went pumpkin picking and I really took advantage of the fall vibes I was feeling and bought some great little goodies in the little market they had there.

So I thought I’d do a little Fall Haul

First and foremost-Gotta get some pumpkins– I picked the big one, it’s a good size and I can’t wait to decorate it this year! I already have an idea! My mom picked the little one!

Apple Cider– this stuff is delicious! And it’s a fall must for me! I had one during the day and had to bring some home with me! The apple taste is so crisp and cool and I bet this one will taste just as good warmed up.

Pumpkin Butter– I cannot wait to try this! I love apple butter, and I love Pumpkin flavored things, so I just feel like this is going to be so good with some toast!

Apple Cider Donuts– Another yearly must for me! These are so good, and we got them freshly baked! Soft, sugary and delicious!

Peach Pie– Since I already had a whole lot of apple going on, I wanted to get a different flavored pie. I saw this peach pie and had to buy it! It is so good and everyone seems to be enjoying it!

A little door décor– I bought this cute little silver sparkly Ghost for my Brother and Very Soon to be Sister in law’s new apartment. How cute is he? I thought it was different and sweet and they were very happy. My sister in law even named him-Meet Hershey. 😀

A little something for the kiddies– These cute little masks were the perfect little gifts to give my little sweeties,. After all they are the reason I can get away with acting like such a big kid at these type of family outings. Two are my cousins and the little one is my god daughter. How cute is this pic?

And there you have it for my Fall Haul, the fall vibes and spirit are kicking in big time…time to watch Halloweentown! 😉

-<3-

*All photos are my own.*

Cat-Calling:

To make a whistle, shout, or comment of a sexual nature to a woman passing by.

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Can Cat-calling and Douchebaggery quit sooner rather than later?

It boggles my mind how men get away with their sexist comments.

When I’m walking down the street, I could be wearing sweats or a pretty dress and the cat calling and comments can stride along.

It makes me disgusted. With those men. And skeptical of male attention in general.

You never know what intention lies behind the not so clever come ons.

In fact it does the opposite of what I’m sure is their intention.

It doesn’t make you desirable when you treat me like an object that is just purely walking the earth for your eyes to glance over and decide whether or not you’re going to comment on my looks.

I may be reading too much into things here, but you can’t tell me how to feel. Quite honestly I think there’s a greater problem here than just the occasional cat caller.

Some women may take it as a form of flattery.

I do not.

It causes an insecurity rather than a compliment. And that’s the major problem.

It causes me to question my attire, and whether or not I should have left the house wearing whatever it is I happen to be wearing. Did I do something wrong? Should I have walked home a different way? Crossed the street? Put my sweater on, even though it’s 85 degrees and I’m hot.

No. No. No. Men need a reality check. Men need to actually think with their brains, not…well you know where I’m going with this.

The truth is I’m a modest person. I dress rather conservatively.

And for me to have to feel insecure because a man can’t seem to be respectful enough to keep his mouth shut as I walk by, is sad. So sad.

It’s not my fault.

And ladies, it’s not yours either. No matter what you’re wearing. Nothing is an invitation for a man to treat you like an object.

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I shouldn’t have to worry if my shirt shifts or my dress is slightly shorter than I usually wear. I shouldn’t have to feel shameful of wanting to feel sexy and dress like a woman.

The best part is that most of these catcalling moments will come from men older than me. And let’s be real I have a baby face and probably look younger than I actually am. So what the hell are these guys even looking at me for, let alone commenting on my appearance.

I’ve been in a few awkward situations with older men where I am made to feel uncomfortable about what I am wearing. And it’s a shame. Because my wearing that outfit wasn’t to seek their attention. It was to dress up and feel girly. My looks are not warranting your comment.

Don’t get me wrong, hearing a compliment is nice every once in a while. And there is certainly an allure to the idea of having a gentleman caller admire you. To have someone want to figure out what you’re all about. It can be very sexy when done respectfully. But the operative word here is….gentleman. Does he look you in the eye? Does he respect your mind? Does he treat you like a human being?

Because the attention we get from these disrespectful men is not what we strive for. The comment isn’t a compliment when it comes in the form of sexual grunts and whistles, from a guy who doesn’t really care about me at all. Or the fact that he’s making me uncomfortable and self-conscious.

I ask these men to think about their mothers, sisters, aunts, cousins, your future (or current daughters) …Yea some men are fathers and still pull this bullshit. Think about all the women in your life, who you love and respect and care for. Would you want guys catcalling them and making them feel the way you make me and other women feel?

No. So stop. Just stop. It’s unnecessary and it’s not going to get you anywhere. I mean really aside from being ignored or given a shaded glare of hatred. What do you expect? What do you think is going to happen? Do you think I will become overly flattered by your so cleverly thought out whistle or sexist comment that I’ll just jump your bones, right here in the public street? Because, that’s a big fat NO. You sir, are not impressing anyone. Quit while you can.