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I’m Not Afraid to Rock the Tutu

February 24th, 2010

Dear Internet & Blogosphere,

Please excuse Summer for her recent absences and tardiness.  Believe me when I say she is not slacking off and has been going through a major transition in her life. OK, not major as in sex change operation. But major as in getting the job she has wanted, with the company she has wanted, for oh, I don’t know, over three years now!

We ask for your patience and understanding as she learns her new juggling routine, which she is told will consist of SEVEN lit batons, a pink sparkly balancing ball, a one armed leotard and a tutu. She also needs to tames the circus lions and makes friends with the carnie folk.

As you can imagine,  she is going to be a busy busy girl.

But do not fret, it won’t take long and she’ll be a regular performer at the Circ de Advertis` and the consistent posts you have come to expect at Blogfully Yours will be back in full force.

Thank you in advance for your understanding.

Sincerely,

Blogfully Yours Management

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Moab Adventure of 2010: Snow in Paradise

February 22nd, 2010

Last weekend I went on my annual Hiking adventure to Moab, Utah.

It was a-freaking-mazing!

The night before my friend Heidi and I hit the road, it snowed. Not just a little flurry either, we are talking serious inches here. Fortunately we were about an hour and a half shy of our original “get a jump start on the drive,” so the roads were fairly clear for us.

The drive from Salt Lake City to Moab is magical. With every passing mile you watch the mountains turn from brown dirt to red rock, or in this particular case, the parts of the mountains peeking through through the snow.

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It’s as if the rest of the world, all of your stress, worries and responsibilities, just fades away and you are simply… FREE!

The drive home is nowhere near as fun.

For our first full day of hiking we kicked things off with a three mile round trip hike to see the beautiful Corona Arch.

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The trail had the sun shining directly on it and was fairly dry for the most part. We lucked out in weather with sunny clear skies and a brisk temperature in the low 40′s.

Our second hike was a six mile portion of the Porcupine Rim, a trail normally reserved for mountain bikers. I’d have to say over 60% of the trail was covered in snow. The last mile or so had not been traveled since the recent snow fall so we broke trail through 4-6 inches of slushy snow.

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Hiking through the snow is actually quite fun. Mostly because I got to try out crampons for the first time, which surprisingly is nowhere nearly as kinky as it sounds.

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For our second day of hiking we decided to try something a little off the beaten path. Our group leaders spoke with a ranger about a hike to see Tunnel Arch and Ring Arch. We followed the rangers instructions as best as possible, but the ground was so covered with snow it was difficult to find the defined trail. We ended up playing hopscotch from one patch of snow to the next to avoid destroying the cryptobiotic soil for portions of the hike.

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It was about a five mile round trip hike. The payoff was not worth the large potions of bush whacking (again, not nearly as kinky as it sounds) it required and I don’t think we will do this hike again.

When we stopped for lunch, my feet were soaking and I had blisters, but with two hikes still to go, I bandaided up and carried on.

The second hike was a short one and a half mile round trip, through a very snowy hike into The Devils Garden to see Landscape Arch. The crampon’s were lifesavers on this hike.

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It was beautiful! Breathtaking actually. It’s hard to describe the pure magicalness of it all. Most people associate Moab with warm weather and dessert scenery. To see it snow covered is such a rarity and it may sound funny to say, but I feel privileged to have been able to see it.

The final hike for our Moab trip is always to Delicate Arch. A semi-grueling three mile hike to see one of the most well known arches of Utah.

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Even though the trail was icy in parts, muddy in others; and in spite of the fact I had blisters and was more than a little exhausted from the previous 16 or so miles, I still had to run down the Delicate Arch trail back to the car. Just like I did last year.

People look at you like you are crazy when you are running full speed down a sandstone trail, completely unable to stop, yelling at them to MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, but the feeling is so exhilarating I just flat out didn’t care. I ran. Down the sandstone, through the mud, across the bridge, to finally collapse in the back of a truck bed with a huge smile on my beet red face.

When the rest of the group got back to the cars, we all had a beer in the parking lot to toast another year of amazing hiking.

To say I love my hiking group and the time I spend with them is an understatement of mass proportions.

How many days until next years adventure?

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – For more pictures of my Moab adventure check out my Flickr page.

Hiking, Vacations

My Best

February 17th, 2010

I believe you should always try to do your best. However, what that best is changes from time to time.

Right now I have so many pots in the fire that my best is to juggle work, school, homework and eating twice a day, sometimes more. My best has not included finding time to blog, yet alone finding time to see my boyfriend.

Be patient with me.

Right now, I’m doing my best.

Four Agreements by Miguel Ruiz

Four Agreements by Miguel Ruiz

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Back to School, blogging

Yes, I used to be sweet and innocent, don’t ask what happened.

February 12th, 2010

Internet, meet my friend Nicole. She is one of the few people out there who can actually attest to the fact that I haven’t always been a heathen. She is here as a guest blogger and also to expose me for the ex-Mormon that I am. Nicole is an absolute doll and has one of the biggest hearts of anyone I’ve ever met, and I’m not just saying that because she has a crap load of dirt on me.

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With the exception of blood relatives, I would venture to guess that few Blogfully Yours readers have known Summer as long as I have. I have known Summer for 17 years…over half of my life.

My family moved from Oregon to Utah when I was 13. Summer was the only other girl my age in the neighborhood, which put us through two hours of church together for 5 years. I remember the first time I met Summer. She was sitting with her older sister in a gorgeous sundress in the Young Womens room. We were doing an activity where our names were written in large print on a red construction paper heart. Each person in the room wrote a compliment on the heart, and passed it on to the next person. Summer and I hadn’t yet spoken at this point, but she wrote, “I don’t know you yet, but I know we’ll be friends.”
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We sang in choirs together, “roughed it” at Young Womens camp, giggled through chastity discussions, took rides in the Family RV, unsuccessfully attempted waterskiing, partied in high school dance groups together, and shared many hopes, dreams, fears, crushes and musical interests. We both complained about short boys and finding tall jeans. We’d take walks and climb our favorite tree near the Jordan River to talk. Her mom was my Young Womens President, and her dad was my Sunday school president, and I knew her sisters well. Summer and I weren’t ever best friends, but we knew each other quite intimately.
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Once we were out of high school, we lost touch for the most part. We both married young, and her wedding reception in Millcreek Canyon was the last time I saw her for several years. Our parents went to church together for several years, so I’d occasionally get an updated on pertinent Fred Family news. We both divorced our way out of toxic marriages. After many years of not seeing each other, we ran into each other at our 10 Year high school reunion. Summer was as gorgeous as I’d ever seen her, in a white satin ruffle blouse and hair darker than I remembered. We participated in a somewhat awkward conversation with other divorced alumni. I was happy to see her, but didn’t have too much to say.

We’ve been friends on Facebook for a few years, and last June I randomly clicked on her page. There was a link for her blog post about getting her cherry blossom tattoo. I was so excited to read the post for a variety of reasons 1) I love cherry blossoms, 2) I love Summer’s dad, 3) I love the Jordan River Parkway. Although I’m not a fan of tattoos personally, I was happy that she found such a beautiful design that had a deep personal significance. I was very impressed with her writing, and went all the way back to her first blog post, and have been keeping up with her posts ever since.

As for me, I’ve been blogging since 2002. It’s my therapy, my creative outlet, my way to connect with new friends around the world. I’m the mother to an amazing 9 year-old daughter named Rosie, and wife to a regional airline pilot named Taylor. I too make a habit of moving, having lived in 5 states in the last 10 years (with countless other smaller moves). I’m a foodie, a tech geek, a concert whore, and an aviation family advocate. Summer and I hope to collaborate on some posts in the future, but in the meantime, feel free to check out my blog at www.cuteculturechick.com

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Adventure Bound!

February 11th, 2010

One more day. Just one more day and I am off for a long weekend of hiking, beauty and all things happiness is made from!

As I am starting to prepare for my adventure by pulling out countless fleece jackets, camelbacks, and of course my trusty boots, I am reminded of how much fun it was last year was. It was my first time every going to Moab and I enjoyed myself so much I even wrote three posts about it!

This year my friend Heidi is going with me which I am totally stoked about. We’ve gone on hiking trips together before and travel very well together. We leave Friday morning and will meet up with the rest of the group that evening. Saturday and Sunday will be filled with hiking and Monday will be a lot of scenic drives and smaller hikes as we slowly head towards home.

As for staying on top of my school work, for all two of you who care, I have been working ahead in most of my classes so that this weekend get away will not set me back, much.

One more day. Just one more day. I can hardly stand it!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Vacations

Doppelganger? Perhaps not.

February 10th, 2010

Recently I’ve acquired a few new gym companions, one of which is my friend Sarah.

Sarah is great to work out with because she follows my lead as I  take her through my normal routines. She is not quite the gym rat that I am (I’m dating a personal trainer, what do you expect?), but she knows enough to spot me when I need help.

That said, there are some drawbacks to working out with Sarah.

Like when we show up at the gym wearing the EXACT. SAME. CLOTHES.

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You should have seen us doing lunges in unison while holding matching weights.

Actually, I’m glad you didn’t. Wearing matching clothes is cute when you are 12, not so much when you are… older than 12.

Something tells me we might start checking to see what each other is wearing before we go to the gym from now on.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Healthy shmelthy

She said she wanted to bang me

February 9th, 2010

After months of my sister asking to bang me, I finally caved.

I got banged.

By my sister the hair stylist.

What do you think?

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Blogfully yours,

Summer

Random

I thought puppets are supposed to make you feel young…

February 8th, 2010

The past two Valentines days have come early for me. ED and I celebrate Valentines the weekend before because I go hiking the weekend of… without him.

I think my friend Sarah put it best when ED was pretending to pout about me being gone over Valentines Day. Sarah simply stated, “Summer’s  had hiking a lot longer than she’s had you. Sorry.”  (I freaking love that girl)

Not that he minds, quite the opposite really. We are able to get reservations and avoid the love bird crowds. What’s not to love?

This year we had a lovely dinner at Martine’s and went to a show called “Avenue Q”. For those of you not familiar with Avenue Q, it is pretty much Sesame Street for adults.

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It’s filled with irreverent humor, underlying social issues and songs such as, “The Internet is for porn,” “Everyone’s a little bit racist,” and “If you were gay.”

To say it was hilarious is an understatement. Would I recommend it to any of my friends? ABSOLUTELY!

Would I recommend it to any of my Mormon relatives? Let’s just say during the scene where the puppets were having sex on stage while Gary Coleman sang “you can be as loud as the hell you want when you’re making love,” the audience lost a few members. So, no, I would not recommend it to anyone easily offended.

After the show was over, I was remarking to ED how I thought the crowd at the theater was easily 20 years older than the crowd at the concert I went to last weekend. Can you believe he had the audacity to point out to me – ON OUR VALENTINES DAY DATE – that I am actually closer in age to the average theater goer than I was to the “alcohol free” concert crowd!

THE NERVE!

That is, until I realized he was right.

Damn. I hate when he is right.

Here’s wishing that all of your Valentines dates — whatever you do and whoever you spend it with — are filled with many laughs and someone who makes you feel, ahem,  younger.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

ED is not Emotionally Disturbed, Out and About

TMI Friday – Post Secret

February 5th, 2010

This week on Post Secret there was two conflicting messages that spoke to me. I quickly jotted them down to come back to when I had more time to digest exactly what they spoke to me.

The first said:

“I have found the love that makes me forget.”

Followed by:

“I’m searching for the love that will make it OK for me to remember.”

Forgetting and remembering, such an interesting conundrum.

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Over the past two years, I have shared a lot of personal information about myself, but some experiences are not meant to be shared on blogs. Some experiences are only meant to be shared in the comfort of a paid professionals’ office, while curled up on their couch with a blanket.

These particular experiences take time to accept that they really did happen to you, it wasn’t just a bad dream, and it will never be undone.

After certain experiences you let life stop. You spend a lot of time just breathing in, and breathing out. You take baby steps forward until one day you find someone patient and warm who will never really know, but just accepts that something happened, and you are a little more fragile because of it. They don’t ask. They just love you anyway.

I don’t want a love who makes me forget. My trials have helped make me the strong woman I am today.

I don’t want a love to grant me permission to remember. Only I can make it OK for me to remember, on my own terms, should I ever find a reason.

Everyone’s experiences are different, and everyone copes differently. I do not pretend to know the circumstances of the anonymous submitters on Post Secret. I just know that sometimes you come across something unexpected that takes you back to when you let life stop, and for once, it was not as painful to go back to.

One deep breath and life continued on. I have such a grateful heart for the growth I have gained from my experiences and for finding a love who doesn’t fully know, but never asks.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Emotions get the best of me, TMI Friday

Giving Up Coffee… and My Will to Live

February 3rd, 2010

For most of my adult life I’ve started my mornings off with a cup of coffee, or as my friend John puts it,  “the nectar of the Gods, the I’m so hung over thank all that is holy, the one last legal drugs left that doesn’t hold a mandatory 25 year sentence.”

It’s become a part of my routine.

It jump starts my day.

So believe me when I say, it pains me GREATLY to part with it!

As I’ve mentioned, I have stared a nutrition plan to help with my Endometriosis. Honestly I feel healthier in all aspects except my pain level, which is currently through the roof. I flat out don’t get it. Frankly, it has been incredibly frustrating to say the least.

There are two items on the “to avoid” list that up until Sunday (night) I have not been willing to part with: coffee and alcohol. I’ve been cutting back, but I haven’t completely nixed them from my diet. But after spending way too much time popping Ibuprofen every 4-6 hours and running up the electrical bill from my heating pad (which is on most of the time I am home); I’ve decided it’s time to cut my coffee addiction cord…*sigh*… and remove the majority of alcoholic beverages from my life as well.

My hope is this is not forever. My hope is this is a temporary freeze… just until I can get my pain level back under control again.

People I am GIVING UP COFFEE.

I can’t believe I’ve been reduced to this. Anyone want my ovaries? I’ve about had it with them.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Bag full of complaints, Healthy shmelthy