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Don’t Invite Red Headed Sluts to Russian Birthday Parties

July 2nd, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARINA!!!

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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What’s in a name?

February 2nd, 2009
It has been brought to my attention that “ED” may not be the best code name for the new boyfriend. I originally named him that because it stood for Environmental Dating. It never occurred to me that the initials E.D. would have a few more commonly recognized meanings. Thank you to Sarah for pointing out that “Erectile Dysfunction” is it’s most commonly known meaning and actually makes my post funnier when read that way. Thank you to Kel for pointing out that a common medical term for E.D. is “Emotionally Disturbed”. Now, I hate to admit this, but I didn’t think twice of calling him ED. In fact, I thought I was being so clever. Good thing I have friends to prove me wrong.

Over the weekend I have been putting some thought into what to call the new boyfriend. Should I just use his real name? Should I change the spelling to be Ed? Should I leave it ED as a reminder to my stupidity and for cheap giggles? While at lunch on Saturday with Karina the Russian I was telling her about my name problems as well as talking about all sweet cute things the new boyfriend has been doing and how he is talking about taking a trip together this summer for both of our birthdays. Her response, “Oh honey that is so great! He really is such a planner. In fact, you should call him Franklin Covey because he is such a planner!” Ya gotta love Karina. She never fails to make me smile.

So what am I going to call him? I have no idea. Maybe just expect that I will call him any number of combination to the above. Then again, maybe I will stop writing about him. Who knows. I’m crazy like that.

Blogfully yours,
Summer

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I’m thinking about going to LSA meetings

September 25th, 2008

I have an addiction.

I think I need serious help.

It’s becoming a problem.

Friends and family have started to worry about me.

They say the first step is admitting you have a problem…

My name is Summer and I am a lipstick-aholic. I have been in denial for a long time but now I have to fess up. Right now, in my purse, there are currently 8 tubes of lipstick and a small case which used to have 6 shades in it but now there are only 2 because I used the rest up. On my desk I keep 2 tubes…well I guess technically 3 because one is two sided. My only justification is that they are not ALL lipsticks. Oh no no no! Most of them are glosses. Some with color, some that are lip plumpers and some that I put on over matte lipsticks to add luster.

Yeah…I know. I need help.

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Meet the Neighbors

August 12th, 2008

At what age do you stop caring what other people think? In Utah, there is no age. At least that is the case with my parents. They love me, they accept me, blah blah blah. It still doesn’t change the fact that they feel they need to put on an act in front of their neighbors and friends.

Last night, after a frustrating experience with a college counselor, I went to pick up my sister Staci, who (bless her heart) still lives with my parents. Our plan was to leave her daughter with the “rents” and go to the gym for an hour or so. I get to my parents and they are in their neighbors backyard for a BBQ/neighborhood get together. I begrudgingly walk back there to find my sister, cursing her under my breath for not answering her phone. I walk back and of course my parents feel the need to introduce and embarrass me at the same time.

Dad to group: “This is my other baby, Summer.”

Group: Fake smiles and nods of acknowledgment.

Mom to group: “Yeah if I could only get this one married off I’d sleep easier.”

Group: Polite chuckles and nods of understanding.

Me: “Thanks mom.” Polite but forced smile to the group. Tassel moms hair and give her the evil eye.

Neighbor lady: “Well if either of you girls are interested in a single attractive 30 year old – let me know.”

Staci and me: Keep the forced smile, giggle, look at each other and quickly excuse ourselves.

In the car after several shudders trying to shake off the experience, Staci proceeds to tell me that I had it easy. Apparently when they were trying to sell her their sales approach was a bit more of a comic routine. With Mom saying she needs to start liking boys as more than friends and Dad saying as long as the guy skis he will due. Staci doesn’t like me writing about her because she is “private”. But that is more about my parents than her…so I’m justifying it…a little.

I guess when it comes down to it, I understand. I am not mad at my parents because I have played that roll and know what it is like for them. When all of their Mormon neighbors are talking about their kids who served a mission, graduated from college, got married in the temple and now have 2.5 kids, it’s easier for them to take the humor approach then to tell them that 2 of their daughters are divorced and one has a child out of wedlock! 3 single daughters and not one of them active in the church! If I was them, I wouldn’t admit to it either. But, it’s OK. I know that when the neighbors aren’t around and they say their nightly prayers, they will say they are thankful for all of their children, even if we have broken out of the Mormon mold.

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