A few nights ago I went over to my sister Staci’s house for my monthly kitchen beauty parlor experience. Karina the Russian must have been bored because she came over too with her two Russian children in tow to watch me get my hair done.

While the hair dye was processing we threw a pizza in the oven for the kids and Staci decided show us her domestic skills, which if you know me or either of my sisters you would know and accept that we have none. Fortunately you can’t really go wrong with Cheesy Egg Burritos which is what she made, complete with Cholula Hot Sauce on top. She told us,”This is so perfect because I have one carton of eggs that is going to expire in a few days so I am glad you are here to help me eat them.”

I have to say the burritos were excellent.

When I got home I started thinking about the eggs in my fridge and how I haven’t so much as looked at them since I bought them.

They expired in May.

Truthfully I didn’t even know eggs had an expiration date. I mean I guess it makes since that they do, but I never really thought about it. Milk sure, but eggs? Who knew? Obviously not me because I NEVER BUY THEM! But for some odd reason, when I went to the grocery store 2 months ago, I thought, what the hell? Maybe I’ll make breakfast one of these weekends when I am home.

I’ve tried to tell ED that I actually do know how to cook and that once I move into a place with a bigger kitchen I’ll actually use it. This story is not doing me any favors to convince him.

Meh.

Suzy Homemaker I am not. Honestly that’s just not me. But ask me to make you my signature Grape Russian, Peppermint Martini, or a Screwdriver and you will see that I more than make up for my lack of “traditional” domestic skills.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Just me, Uncategorized

Over the weekend I did something I have not done in quite a while — I wrote in my journal. This is something I used to do fairly often, but since I started blogging I’ve been neglectful, which really isn’t right because there are a lot of things I choose not to say in this open-to-the-world-Grandma-reads-my-blog forum that I can say in my private hand written I-hope-my-sister-remembers-to-burn-after-I-die journal.

I was talking to ED about writing in my journal and he said “your blog?” and I was all “no, my actual hand written journal” and we laughed about the need to clarify between the two. But I guess a lot of things in the English language need clarification at times; it’s how you choose to clarify that counts.

For example (and I can feel the hate mail coming already – good thing I haven’t gotten around to posting my contact information yet), when we are talking about going out to dinner, sometimes ED will ask me, “hey babe, how do you feel about Indian food tonight?” and I’ll say, “campfire or curry?” and he will laugh and say “curry of course!” because it’s funny! IT’S FUNNY!

Lesson of the day: life should not be taken to seriously.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

drinking when posting

My older sister Sara is getting married to a man she is madly in love with!  What comes before a wedding? A Bachelorette party!

Now the rule of any Bachelor/Bachelorette party is there are not supposed to be cameras and everyone is supposed to take what happened at the party to their grave, right?

WRONG!

Bachelorette Party House

I knew I had arrived at the right place when I saw the penis’ hanging from the front door.

Could a More Diverse Group Exist?

The party was unlike anything I have ever seen. They had a live DJ spinning and for entertainment, what else but fire dancers/spinners?

2 Fire Spinners

You know, Just Eating Fire

Much to my great surprise, my younger sister decided to record part of our HOT entertainment! Which is awesome because there is really no way for you to fully understand what these crazy women were doing, without seeing it yourself.

What? You’ve never been to a Bachelorette party with Fire Spinners?

Bride To Be Is In The Middle

Aw! My lovely sisters. What an amazing, interesting, fun night.

Congrats “Sally” I love you!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Loved One(s), Out and About

After much talk and many anxiety attacks, the new and improved Blogfully Yours is here!

I’m thrilled to pieces you have stopped by to check it out! Stay a while, make yourself at home.

Like most things in life, this is a work in progress — ever changing and evolving. But I can’t help but be impressed at how far this novice, technology-challenged blogger and blog have come. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry *sniff sniff* but I am, in fact, proud.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS- regular posting will resume on Monday.

Emotions get the best of me, blogging

I’m a pretty tough chick most of the time. I kill my own spiders (granted I freak out a little and feel like they are crawling on me for next 10 minutes, but I still do it), I hike up mountains, I take out the trash, I wakeboard, I assemble my own furniture and I hang my own pictures. I consider myself an independent woman who takes care of herself and doesn’t take crap from anyone.

Yeah, I’m tough like that.

At the gym last night, right in the middle of their busiest time, I strutted up to the free weights section to work on my arms. I used to rarely venture into the “man zone” as I liked to call it, but since I have been working out with my personal trainer boyfriend ED I have become a lot more confident in my ability and my knowledge of what to do with all those dumbbells.

So I strutted up there, full of all my tough girl confidence, wearing my pink workout clothes and black workout gloves with the fingers cut out and began going through the exercises ED had shown me. I glanced in the mirror and saw two muscle heads working out together and looking at me. No biggie I thought, I’m sure I’m just blocking their view of the mirror. I scooted down a little and started on my next exercise.

The few girls who were also brave enough to be in the “man zone” slowly disappeared and in their place sweaty men with wandering eyes emerged. I continued on. A large serial killer looking man walked between me and the mirror, staring at me while he does so and positions himself next to me still looking right at me.

That’s when panic started to set in.

Everywhere I looked I felt eyes on me. Man eyes on me. Apparently all of the women in the gym, including Karina the Russian, were upstairs in the Zoomba class. My heart started to race for reasons other than my work out until finally, in the middle of a set; I had to get out of there.

I left because too many men encroached in my space… at a gym… in the “man zone”.

So much for my tough girl persona.

Am I alone here? Do you ever get intimidated when you go to the gym?

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Just me

Grace in Small Things – Realizations

1. Realizing my trip to Chicago for BlogHer is only 16 days away.

2. Realizing my trip to Mexico is only 36 days away.

3. Realizing even though it will be tight, I’ll be able to afford both.

4. Realizing I don’t have to buy a new wardrobe, the clothes I have will be sufficient enough.

5. Realizing summer semester will be over in less than a month.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Grace in Small Things

A weekend full of surprises, that’s what I had!

Surprise #1. Finding out that we would not be traveling to St. George (Utah, not the island) the night before we were supposed to leave due to some issues with accommodations. I was absolutely crushed because I had really been looking forward to getting away, but after killing myself on the treadmill I decided to suck it up and make the best of my weekend vacation time no matter what we did.

Surprise #2. Discovering that my 50 SPF spray sunscreen was not as effective as I would have liked. We went boating on Friday and Sunday at Utah lake and who goes home looking like a lobster? Me, that’s who. Of course it helps that my sister is already tan and my parents keep almost all of their clothes on except when entering the water. Regardless, I got burned and it hurts.

Surprise #3. Crashing on the wake board and jacking up my sunburned neck. I fell 4 or 5 times so it’s hard to be sure which one caused the damage. I think it was number two…but at this point what does it matter?

Surprise #4. Getting to meet a group of ED’s best friends that he has been keeping hidden. Actually I’m not sure if it was me he was keeping hidden or them… The best part of this surprise is that they were all amazing. I loved getting to know them, and in the end they seemed to “approve” of me, and I them. I’m looking forward to spending more time getting to know them in the future.

Surprise #5. Learning how to hula hoop. Also known as making a complete jack ass out of yourself and being caught on video while doing it. FOR THE RECORD: I had no idea my future brother-in-law was recording us!
The blond closest to the camera is my older sister who brought the hula hoops and is very good, the other blond is my younger sister who has a day more practice than me and I’m (obviously) the uncoordinated brunette. I will say though, this is after practicing for about 2 hours. I’m not sure if that makes this video impressive or pathetic…

Surprise #5. Remembering how great it is to just lay on the lawn while the neighbors light illegal fireworks that they bought and paid for. No parks. No crowds. Just family, friends and a dozen or so neighbor kids running around shooting bottle rockets at each other.

Just the way our fore fathers would have wanted us to celebrate.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Hiking, Loved One(s), Vacations

I’m not huge on change.

If you are familiar with The Color Code personality tests, I’m a blue. Most people are a mixture of several colors, but not me. I’m a blue-blue. One of the traits of a blue-blue is that they are very resistant to change at first, but once they have embraced it they are the strongest supporters of said change.

My mother introduced the The Color Code to my sisters and me when we were in our teens. Growing up she used to make whoever we dated take the test so she could psychoanalyze them. She would guess what color (or color combo) they were before they took the test and most of the time she was right. I remember being a young teen sitting in our family room reading the quiz questions to a guy I liked.

“What word best describes you? a. Relentless b. Indifferent c. Suspicious or d. Naive”

“Um… what does relentless mean?”

“DAAAAD! What does relentless mean?”

What? My father is a human dictionary, encyclopedia and thesaurus all rolled into one! If I was on Who Wants to be a Millionaire and had to pick one life line, it would be him. Growing up it was a normal thing to hear one of my sister, my mother or of course me, yelling out questions to him while we did our homework.

“Dad! How do you spell conscience?”

“Dad! What’s the capitol of South Carolina?”

“James! Do you say afterwards with an s or afterward with no s?”

“Dad! Can I borrow ten bucks?”

Wait, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, the Color Code… or rather my resistance to change.

I’m changing my blog and it scares the shit out of me! I am not an expert and I’m learning this whole technology/programming/hosting/domains/bribe people with booze thing as I go. I am completely dependent on friends helping me in their free time, which means it’s taking a little while. WHICH IS FINE (please don’t stop helping me)! I’d rather it takes a little while, you know, so I can ease into the transition and embrace the change. I’m telling you all this so that if you are a blue-blue like me, you can anticipate the change and prep your embracing skills. It will be great! GREAT I tell you!

<–Insert nervous yet hopeful laugh here.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Nerdom

My lovely BFF, Karina the Russian had a birthday! Every year her birthday is a time to celebrate. This year by comparison was a lot more toned down than last years 5 day long celebration, but still an amazing time complete with the most important things: friends, food and cocktails.

The standard pre-party picture.

Staci and Codi

The girls! I love when they put me in the middle.

We were all so happy my babe ED could make it… that is until he invited a Red Headed Slut to join our party…

That bitch makes things all sorts of crazy!

Karina I love you so much! We have been through so much in such a short time. I hope that 27 (the second anniversary of your 25th birthday) brings you all the love, passion, success and “moments” you deserve! Thank you for always being there for me. You’ll never know how much it has meant to me.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – no actual Red Headed Sluts were hurt in the celebration of Karina the Russians birthday party. They were however consumed by way of shots

K to the R stories, Loved One(s), Uncategorized