Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The photo has nothing to do with the quote. I just wanted to add a photo so the blog wouldn't seem so plain. :)
Monday, February 22, 2010
About 10 yrs ago, I was honored to be a bridesmaid in my oldest and best friends wedding (okay, not the OLDEST, but I've known her the longest... 23 yrs now).
It's important to note that I loved my bridesmaid dress. Seriously, like loved it so much I was already thinking about where I could wear it again.
My friend had a big Jewish wedding planned. Major money. Every detail thought of. We were both giddy with excitement.
The day of the wedding, I pulled the bridesmaid dress out to steam it. I wanted to look my best at this fine event. Only it didn't go as planned.
Seconds after I stared steaming the dress, I accidentally touched the fabric with the hot iron. Any guesses as to what happens to a poly/mix dress when it hits a hot iron? Umm. It MELTS. It melts holes.
this picture doesn't do it justice. it was bigger than it looks
How do you call your best friend on her wedding day and tell her you burned a huge hole in the back of your bridesmaid dress?
You don't. You have your boyfriend do it. I was so hysterical, in a major state of panic, so this part is a blurr. I only know what happened because my now husband was my then boyfriend. We lived together (gasp!) and he witnessed the train wreck. So Josh picked up the phone and called Mindy. Only he was hysterical too, so his words came out like "iron, Summer, screaming ". It scared her.
The good thing about your best friend fearing your death on her wedding day is that hearing that you burned a hole in your bridesmaid dress suddenly doesn't seem like a big deal.
She told me to grab the dress and meet her at the hair studio. Pronto.
Waiting for me was one giddy aunt, ready to take charge.
Here's the thing. In this large, very close and very sweet Jewish family - the aunts have a little rivalry. Their whole lives, my friends mom and her aunt have been competitive. Even about their kids. And their kids weddings.
Anyway, auntie was happy. Tell me she doesn't look happy in this picture!?
Auntie took the skirt. Said she'd be back in a couple of hours. She knows a seamstress who can "fix it".
My suspicions were confirmed when Auntie came back with my skirt minutes before the ceremony. To all of our shock and horror, the skirt had a GIANT BOW over the hole. Huh?!!! It looked better with the hole! My friend said, "hell no, that's not happening" and insisted the bow be taken off.
So we left down the isle, me with a gaping hole, smeared with remnants of a giant bow that was no longer.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
After the bling and beauty makeover, the day got even better.
Hung out with the Queen...
And then after a nice dinner, they got to play with their new makeup (which came with makeover)..
wait for it....
wait for it....
on the Queen!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I'm pretty sure the hair dresser wanted to strangle me at the end because...
1. I have way more hair than you'd think. Even though it's fine, there's tons. That always means they mix up too little color and have to redo another batch half way thru. They also spend way longer than either of us like putting the foils in.
2. My hair is really hard to cut. It's so fine, it shows every single flaw. And thanks to the cowlicks, it's just a mess. It takes some serious work to get it to lay flat. The girl seriously worked up a sweat. She told me so. She seemed a little grumpy.
3. I would not give up until the bottom would sit flat. I kept politely asking if she could cut a little more "here" and "here". Ya, and just a little more again. I've learned to ask for what I want. I know that if the hair is too heavy near the bottom of my face, I feel 10 lbs fatter and I look like my neck belongs on a quarterback.
This is a boring post. Sorry. I just wanted to let you know I no longer feel like a troll.
Have a great day!!!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
I hate my hair!!!!
I'll keep you posted on the new hair person. I'm holding out a glimmer of hope that my troll days are done. We'll see.
My daughter, checking herself out in the mirrors at macy's bra dept
We got about 6" cut off my youngest daughters hair. Loving it!
Monday, February 15, 2010
The following was written circa 1952, with credit given to Max Ehrman (there is a little debate about the copyright). I first saw it on a card years ago, and it immediately became part of me. I hope you like it!!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The idea is that every person can be classified as either a muffin, a bird or a horse. It's all based on facial features (not personality).
Horses: Strong features, larger nose and jaw, bigger build (not always)
Everyone wishes they were a muffin
I like to think I'm a horse/muffin. But if I'm being really honest with myself, i have to admit I'm just a plain horse. My husband is too.
Me. I mean Neighhhhh!
my cute little muffins
I think my mom is a bird, but she'll never hear that from me...
my bird mom
Just for fun, a few celebs (i'm totally busted because I didn't site where I got them. oops).
horse. as if i have to tell you this one.
*added later: per my husband's comment, i'm adding a photo of a "celeb" that he thinks is more of a bird. I disagree, but that's why this game is fun. I think we need to get lives. Also, can someone tell me, if I "edit" a post, does it repost the post, or show it twice on your list? I tend to edit mine after publishing them and i'm embarrased if it is putting the post on everyones blog roll again and again.
bird, according to Mr. Horse (Josh)
SO there it is! From this day forward, you can never say you were bored while waiting in line at the DMV. Just whip this little diddy out of the back of your mind and get
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I never understood exactly why singing in church made my soul weep with pure joy. Until my favorite pastor, Buddy Owens, recently spoke about Worship. He gave the down low on what worship is and why we do it. His simple, yet eloquent teaching gave me a major "aha" moment.
What he said (I'm paraphrasing - I lost my notes!) is that the purpose of worship is to align yourself with God.
I understood that to be the purpose of prayer, but it was news to me that singing worhip songs was for the same benefit. I thought worship was for His benefit, not ours. But, that's not really so. You see, by glorifying God, you are being brought into His spiritual current, in a sense. I think of Finding Nemo, when the sea turtles brave their fears to jump into the current of the big EAC (dude). :)
What I have realized is this: The reason my soul feels awakened during worship music, is that for a rare moment in my busy life, my soul is aligned with God. Where it's supposed to be!
Since I want that feeling more often, I downloaded some worship songs to listen to daily. It was a bit of a task, since i knew nothing about worship music. Unless you count Country music, which is fairly spiritual in my book. Here's my playlist... hope you like it.
Beautiful - Bethany Dillon
Beautiful One - Jeremy Camp
Blessed be Your Name - Tree63
Everlasting God - Lincoln Brewster
Great Are You Lord - Phillips, Craig & Dean
Hallelujah (Imagination) - Bethany Dillon
Here I Am To Worship - Chris Tomlin
How Great is Our God - Bethany Dillon
In Christ Alone - Bethany Dillon
Mighty to Save - Hillsong
Open The Eyes of My Heart - Phillips, Craig & Dillon
Sing Over Me - Bethany Dillon
The Words I would Say - Sidewalk Prophets
What Faith Can Do - Kutless
When You Love Someone - Bethany Dillon
You Never Let Go - Matt Redman
P.S. This post was inspired by this blog post by Graceful.
P.P.S. Bird, Muffin, Horse to come later in the week. I was inspired so changed my plan.
P.P.P.S. I think I am going to change my blog name to Summer On The Bright Side, because I found out there was another bright side blog... oops.
Off to study!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
She also cracked me up over the weekend with her eagerness to help me. I strained my neck on Saturday and while my husband was running around trying to help me get comfortable, my 5 yr old did the only thing she could think of to make me feel better... she grabbed my ear plugs from beside my bed. She said they are in case I don't want to hear any noise. My kid knows me!
I'm trying to read Elizabeth Gilbert's book, Committed but I can't seem to do it. The first chapter was pretty good but the current chapter is more boring than my husband's book, which I so lovingly call the History of Oatmeal, but is actually called The History of Strength and Materials (He's a Structural Engineer).
Remember my post about the bedtime hearts? I just thought I'd give you an update: it's still working! In the past 11 nights, each kid has only lost one heart. And the ONE time that a kid got out twice, she lost TV the whole next day. She was like a crack addict going thru withdrawels. so I'm pretty sure that is not happening again.
Another note about bedtime: my kids and I have been telling what we call "switch stories", where she starts the story by telling one sentence, I make up the next sentence, she makes up the next, and so on. It's so fun to see where their imaginations take them. And since I have a hard time coming up with creative stories, it gets me off the hook for at least 1/2 of the story. Tonight my daughter said, "the princess was a pretty good sewer. and she had pretty good shoes..". Huh?
I started my Physiology class today. It's a pretty intense class that's going to take a lot of studying. Translation: limited blog time. I'll still read all of ya'll's posts but I will likely ponly post once or twice a week. I'm sure you will all survive. Just don't forget about me! :)
Saturday, February 6, 2010
I love craft supplies.. especially fancy papers and cute stickers...
This banner (below) was inspired by my super rad friend, The Goat. I used the word rad in her honor. I had the total pleasure of going to her house on Friday for a de-lish breakfast (along with two other new divine peeps) and got a glimpse at her banners. I am having a bit of cricket die cutter envy, since it took me about an hour to cut out these shapes by hand.
Totally unrelated... aren't these cookie jar pigs (below) funny? They used to belong to my husbands grandma. The top of each pig says, "Go ahead, make a pig of yourself". They are so tacky, but I have them in my window box in the kitchen. I don't care if they are ugly... they just make me smile.