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Snuggles

December 9th, 2008
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Last Friday I watched the Jazz game with Karina the Russian at her place. Our “son” Bodie was being so adorable! I wrestled and played with him until he was finally worn out. He fell asleep snuggled up on my chest.


Apparently Bodie is a boob man, which I guess with two women as your parents, makes that not altogether surprising.

Blogfully yours,
Summer

Random

Dick Magnet

December 8th, 2008
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I’ve written about getting hit on by a waiter. I’ve written about drunken attempts at a complement. I’ve written about failed relationships and my horrible habit of creating memories through crafts. This has all been within the past 30 days. Sad thing is, I still have 2 more stories to share.

The first is a continuation to the night I received what is hereby known as my “crotch complement” by Limo Guy. That same night I was also getting picked up on by his Limo driver. Now Limo Driver considers himself a musician. He an older African American man who has an extremely deep, low, sultry bluesy voice. He insisted on telling me how great he is and how I shouldn’t judge him just because he drives the limo. He is apparently a “really big deal.” He claims to have written songs with Ice Cube and when he is on stage women just throw themselves at him. He is never interested in these women however because his momma taught him to be picky. Oh but with me as his muse he could make sweet sweet music. Chart topping music in fact. He would be sure to give me credit of course seeing as how I would be his inspiration and all.

Needing a diversion, I went to the bathroom. Limo Driver decides to “borrow” my phone to call his phone so that he would have my number. Lucky me! He has called no less than 5 times. He has text a few times too. I have never once answered or responded. I actually have his number programmed with a “DO NOT ANSWER” as the last name, but he still seems hell bent on trying to get me to make sweet music with him. I should also mention that after the party, Karina the Russian informed me that apart from his multiple drug addictions, he was also recently released from prison. Awesome!

Story two!
Last week I went out with a group of friends. I was standing next to one of my guy friends when a random guys walks up to me.

Random Guy: “Hey! Is that your boyfriend?”

Me: “No. He is one of my friends.”

RG: “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Me: “Um… No.”

RG: “Can I get your number then?”

Me: “That’s a little forward don’t you think? I don’t even know you.”

RG: “Oh… well… what do you do?”

Me: “I work in advertising. You?”

RG: “I’m in from New York. I’m a male dancer.”

At this point random guy starts dancing for me. Dipping down low and bringing it back up again. I’m staring at him completely dumbfounded. I’m not sure if I want to laugh or cry. How can one girl be so lucky? I patted him on the shoulder, told him “no thanks” and went to the restroom so I could shake it off. I looked and looked in the mirror, but I couldn’t find “Pick Up On Me”, “Approach Me” or “Easy” written anywhere on my forehead.

This is my social life. I’m not going to say that I didn’t or don’t ever meet nice guys. I do. I am just on a major loosing (read: looser) streak lately. I suppose this where I tell myself that you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you meet your prince.

Screw that!

This is where I tell myself to laugh. After all these guys ARE giving me great stuff to write about. PLUS not just anyone can be this big of Dick Magnet. It has to be some sort of talent, right? I mean, God gave all of us talents so maybe this is mine. Yeah! I’m so going to run with that thought! My parents were right, turning to God really does make you feel better.

Blogfully yours,
Summer

Out and About, Story Time

My Big Fat Mormon Funeral

December 4th, 2008
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The past week has been an incredibly challenging one for my family and for myself. Now that the viewings and the funeral are over I am finally able to sit back and reflect on everything that happened.

I’m not a super private person, but my feelings of regret and sadness I will keep to myself. Instead I wanted to share a few stories/memories that I will take with me.

My older sister deliberated on whether or not to bring her 9 yr old son (Daemon) and her 4 yr old daughter (Rowan) to the funeral but in the end was talked into bringing them. She and I walked her son up to the casket to say goodbye to his great grandpa that he had only met twice. We had all tried our best to explain to him that grandpa had died, but it was OK because he is in heaven with Jesus. When we approached the coffin, trying to stay strong but felt the tears about to fall (yet again), my nephew looked at his great grandpa with a studious eye, taking everything in, but all he said was “it’s sad.”

I went to sit down on one of the sofas aligning the room. Daemon came and sat down next to me. I felt inclined to share some of my adult wisdom with him, to comfort him somehow or maybe it was to prepare him.

“Wow… So I guess this is your first funeral… But unfortunately you will be going to a lot more in your life time because eventually everybody dies.”

Not super smooth, I’ll admit. But I was grieving and it was the best I could come up with. It didn’t phase him however. He looked right at me and said, “Yes but they also live! People get born and they live and they live and they live. Then when they are older, like 89, they die. It is the circle of life Summer.”

He said it so matter of factly. I just stared at him and the tears came unabashedly rolling down my face. Here I am trying to tell him about the harsh realities of this world. In an instant he spins it around to let me know that even though there is death, and yeah, that sucks, there is also life! My grandfather lived a long happy life and I would like to believe he would want me to do the same! In fact I know he would. So that is what I intend to do. Keep on living. Keep celebrating life. Learning from every experience, good and bad, cause that is what grandpa would want me to do.

Blogfully yours,
Summer

Lessons Learned, Loved One(s), sometimes I get on a soap box

The hits keep on coming

December 1st, 2008
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First of all let me say a great big “THANK YOU”! I have been overwhelmed by the amazing amount of support, sympathy and condolences I have received. I suppose that death and grieving is something that just about everyone can relate to. Thanks for helping me feel less alone.

Tonight I decided to pull out all of my Christmas decorations. My mother is very big on decorating for the holidays and I suppose it is something she passed on to me. I don’t go crazy for every holiday (although I do have decorations for all of them), but I do for Christmas. This year however, decorating took a horrible turn for the worse.

I opened up the first of my 5 large boxes of Christmas decorations. Sitting on the top, laid out next to each other waiting to be discovered were the stockings that my x-boyfriend and I made with love last year for Christmas. I broke up with him 3 weeks after Christmas. So of course I need to burn them or at very least toss them into the dumpster right? The evil part of me considered mailing my “x” his stocking back… Actually I am still considering it…

The part that upsets me most about seeing the stupid stockings is that it is complete dejavu. Last Christmas when I was pulling out decorations the same thing happened only with a different “x”, but it was worse because it wasn’t just his stocking, it was his AND his 2 daughters stockings! Damn. I loved those kids.

Seriously internet people, I am unlucky in love! Maybe I was wrong. Maybe single for the holidays IS the way to go. Who knows, the way things are looking, single forever looks like the way to go. Only buying presents for family, friends and myself, that’s not so bad. Having only a stocking for myself and my cat – very do-able. And next year when I pull the decorations out I won’t have this problem.

Blogfully yours,
Summer

Holidays, Just me