Last September I lost my iPhone.

Two months later I lost my best friend to a drug overdose.

Today I finally got a replacement iPhone. It is the “new model.” It took me two hours to figure out how to sync everything up and get all of my old apps to download.

Do you know, it saved everything?

Including my last text message to my dear friend Zach, which was spoken in anger. And all I can think is fuck you, iPhone.

Fuck you very much for that painful reminder staring me right in the face. It’s bad enough that I take the long route from school so I don’t pass by his work, and it really sucks that Facebook won’t stop telling me to “reconnect” with him. But you, dear iPhone, take the prize.

Here’s my open wound, please, feel free to pour salt into it.

Fuck you, because while you are replaceable, my friend will never be! Those words you so kindly remembered are words I can never take back and I hate myself for ever typing them.

Honestly, iPhone, the least you could do is come with a warning.

CAUTION: SYNCING WILL RESULT IN PAINFUL MEMORIES THAT WILL LIKELY LEAVE YOU A BLUBBERY MESS.

Then maybe add a precautionary:

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO PROCEED?

Because then? I would have answered NO. No, iPhone,  I do not want to relive the last thing I text to my dead friend.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

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***“TMI Friday” (Too Much Information Friday) is a weekly feature on Blogfully Yours where I hover the line of “over-sharing”. It’s like therapy for me, without the expense.***

Jealousy…

I’m going to start by saying I hate that I am even writing this. I hate that I am even feeling this messed up feeling in the first place. Like, who am I? I have never been the jealous type. Ever.

Seriously.

But for some crazy ass reason–which mind you , I KNOW is not logical, rational, or based on any sort of realistic anything–I. Get. Jealous!

Like, “cut-a-bitch” jealous.

Of course I don’t “cut-a-bitch”. Because I am not a crazy person. Plus I don’t carry knives on me. But when I am working out at the gym where ED trains, and he has his hands guiding some young flirty girls form? I have to start counting backwards from 10… sometimes 20.

I know. I know!

He is a personal trainer… it is his job… he loves me and would never do anything to hurt me. I KNOW!

But does it make me not see red? Does it make me not feel the way I feel?

No.

What it does do,  is help me to keep my cool and let it go. I fully recognize that it is MY issue. It’s not ED’s fault. It’s not his client(s) fault. This one is all on me. Working out at the same gym where ED trains people is a new thing. I think I just need a little time to get used to it is all.

The last thing I want to do is drive away ED’s clients because they are uncomfortable with the crazy chick in the corner giving them the death-stare.

At least, I’m pretty sure that’s the last thing I want…

*sigh*

Jealousy? She’s a major bitch.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

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I’m off to sunny humid Mexico, Riviera Maya area to be exact. If you live there please say “Hi”. I promise I’ll be easy to spot. Just look for the 6ft tall brunette laying by the pool buried in a book with a row of empty margaritas surrounding her.

That will be me.

At least every other day anyway. ED and I decided that in order to make the most of our vacation we would alternate adventurous, sight seeing, touristy days with relaxing, comatose, don’t stray too far from our room days.

The perfect vacation compromise.

Even though I’ll be gone, don’t think I will have forgotten about you, lovely readers! I’ve worked surprisingly not hard to find some truly amazing women to step in for me. Honestly, I thought I’d have to beg and plead or offer them my first born child to convince them, but you know it’s absolutely amazing how easy it is to get guest bloggers when you simply mention how Mexico has relatively loose laws regarding prescription drugs.

Go figure.

Adios Amigos y Amigas!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – My Spanish is a little, ahem, rusty… but I think what I wrote says “goodbye boys and girls”. Crap! I knew I should have listened to my Learn to Speak Spanish in 7 days CD’s again.

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Today is my boyfriend ED’s birthday. Today he turns the ripe ol’ age of 30.

That’s right, Dirty Thirty.

Having been his girlfriend for the past seven months I know the very last thing in the world he would want for me to do is to gush any personal information about him. He is a very private person and I am, well I am a blogger.

Nuff said?

However, because it is his birthday I can not do nothing. It is my duty as a blogging girlfriend to either gush about him or embarass him. Luckily, by gushing I am able to accomplish both.

Things I love about ED:

- His 15 year old sense of humor. Sadly we are a lot alike in this area. Although recently I did have ask him to limit the amount of “your mom” jokes to under 10 per day.

- His old fashion values. ED is a country boy and he is chalk full of country boy values. He is chivalrous but believes men and women are equals. He always open the door for me and if he saw a stranded motorist, he would be the guy who would stop.

- The way he encourages and believes in me even when I don’t believe in myself. If it was not for him I may never have pushed myself any harder or further with my college education than an associates degree.

- How he likes to take care of me – mentally and physically. He listens to my rambling stories and patiently waits for me to get to the point in my long round about way and he hugs me when I cry. He keeps me healthy and active and I never go hungry when we are together.

- He has accepted me, along with all my quirks and emotional baggage, and loves me a surprisingly large amount. Sometimes I am shocked by the abnormally sweet things he does and he will ask me, “when are you going to realize just how much I love you?”

- Lastly, I love who I am with him. We have all been in those relationships where you feel like you lose yourself or you don’t like the person you are becoming. With ED I feel like I am me… but the best version of me I have yet to know.

Happy birthday baby! Here’s to being together and loving each other for a very long time, and by a very long time I mean “as far into the foreseeable future as possible”… which means forever.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

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This weekend was full of birthday celebrations.  I had a small get together with a few of my closest friends on Friday and ED had his birthday party on Saturday.

For my birthday my friends bought me some of the best presents, like wine, flasks (yes, I got 2 flasks for my birthday), flowers, jewelery, Aveda shampoo and conditioner and the book “The Portable Dorothy Parker”.

I felt absolutely spoiled!

That is, until I saw what ED’s friends got him for his birthday….

ED and the Bagpiper

Playing "O' Danny Boy"

Now I’ve always thought I have some of the best friends alive, and I do, but while my friends got me objects (and lovely objects they are!), ED’s friends got him a PERSON!

I think next year I might just have to expand my invite list.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

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The clock just struck midnight and I am officially a year older.

I’ve been sitting here reflecting on birthdays and why they are such a big deal. Earlier tonight I found out that the evening plans I thought I had locked in for my birthday now have to be altered slightly. True to form, I acted like a princess on her birthday and have been pouting most of the night. It was nothing major really, but you know when you have a vision of how something is going to happen and then it doesn’t happen that way? Yeah that totally sucks…

Two quickie birthday stories to share.

My darling Mother called me a few days ago to ask what I wanted for my birthday and what I would like her to make for my birthday dinner. I told her I wanted a pink pony and lasagna for dinner.

Mom: “I can’t believe how old you are getting!”

Me: “Gee, thanks Mom.”

Mom: “No, that means I am getting that much older too.”

Me: “Again, not super helpful.”

Mom: “You know, I used to be upset about getting older. I would look in the mirror and just think ‘oh my goodness I’m so old.’ But you know what? It’s okay because everybody else is getting old too. I’m not alone and neither are you.”

I don’t know that it made me feel better, but it did give me some food for thought. After all, getting older is inevitable. Nobody is going to get any younger.

But that’s not going to stop me from trying…

Tonight my younger sister swung by to bring me some fresh basil and visited for a while. As she was about to leave we had the following conversation:

Staci: “Well I’m off. I can’t believe in a few hours you are going to be twe–”

Me: “TWENTY TWO. Yeah, I can’t believe I am going to be twenty two again either!”

Staci: “Twenty two? Why can’t you be twenty s-”

Me: “I’m turning twenty two again. You can turn twenty two again too on your birthday and we will stay that age forever.”

Staci (smiling): “OK. Sounds like a plan.”

Blogfully yours,

The Birthday girl

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It’s no secret that my domestic skills are, well, lacking. I have no food in my fridge and the when I do buy food it goes bad (by the way, yes, I did finally throw out the expired eggs in my fridge).  But somehow I have managed to survive on my own and not starve to death. Barely.

Last week ED picked me up from the airport after my trip to Chicago.  I knew he wouldn’t be able to stay long due to some other obligations. Not wanting to make him feel bad about having to leave so quickly I told him I was fine to find food on my own. To which he laughed. In an effort to prove him wrong I walked into my kitchen to show him that yes, I actually do have some food in my house… somewhere. You just have to be creative.

“Summer you are like the cousin Eddie on the Griswalds. ‘I don’t know why they call it Hamburger Helper because I’ve made it before and it tastes just fine without’. You have tuna helper but no tuna. You have Eggo waffles but no syrup. Honey you don’t even have milk! Please, let me order us some Chinese food?”

To which I broke down and bawled, not because he kept comparing me to Cousin Eddie (who apparently makes his own ketchup too), but because he cares enough to put off pressing plans to make sure I don’t die of hunger.

If that ain’t love then I don’t know what is.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – If you are not familiar with Cousin Eddie click HERE.

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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

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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

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