Summer & Tyler

crazy in love...


Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Can every day be Saturday?

Posted by Summer


Ty took me on a date to see a few of my favorite things 2 weekends ago...animals at the petting zoo, the dinosaur museum, and his cousin's BYU Ballroom concert (I miss dancing so much!)

It was fab day.












Monday, April 19, 2010

Quack, Quack

Posted by Summer

and Happy Late Easter!

A few things I learned this Easter:

#1 Do not shred your potatoes for your cheesy potato dish for the family party without soaking them in water after. They will turn BLACK! Don't say I never warned you. Otherwise your wife will be driving to the store to get the "normal" hashbrown type that she usually sticks to, while you stick your nasty black potatoes in the oven to see if you can "bake" and revive them. It doesn't matter if they taste fine because I don't think anyone will want to try your black cheesy casserole. Sorry honey....

#2 You can buy baby ducks for super cheap and then let them back into the wild when they are old enough. They are the cutest things I have ever seen and I will most definitely have some when I get that farm someday!

#3 How much I miss California for this Holiday. It was too cold to even go outside to watch the kids hunt for their eggs...there's something not quite right about waking up to snow on this holiday.

#4 That I really love to bake.

#5 Conference never ceases to be amazing.

I'm also extremely impressed with the New Family Search site for family history work from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. If you thought genealogy was as difficult and intimidating as I did before, you are going to love this!

new.familysearch.org Check it out--It's 100x better than before and it's getting me motivated.

I feel yet another hobby stirring within me...I already have too many but I can't help myself.

Hope everyone's Easter was relaxing and enjoyable as ours spent at Ty's Aunt Ann and Uncle Bob's!






Sunday, April 18, 2010

Raw

Posted by Summer

Every time I sit down to blog, I erase and rewrite, erase and rewrite...I can never seem to quite get out what I'm feeling. I hate having my blog be so superficial on the surface but it's always so scary putting real thoughts down for the world to see even if they're friends and family.

Some of my favorite blogs are the ones that are so raw and unedited. The good, the bad, the nasty...that's what life is all about right? From now on I really want to write what's going on personally. It's kind of tiring pretending that life is dandy when some days it just plain sucks and I hope you won't judge for giving you too much information!

I ache everyday that we can get pregnant--I tried for 3 years with my ex-husband, and thankfully (I look at it that way now)  that it just wasn't in the cards for us. But now that I'm ready, really ready, we're struggling. I have had some cysts rupture over the last year but nothing major. My endometriosis seems alright--not much pain as before and I'm doing everything I'm supposed to, charting temps, ovulation kits, yada yada....the usual stuff. I am going in for another hysterosalpingram this month and hopefully that will get us some answers. I hate it.

We're at the age where everyone is having kids, whether it be their first or third for some. Of course I'm ecstatic for each and every one of them--I love babies and I LOVE my friends having babies. It's the greatest. I don't really like talking about my problems much because I know that it makes people uncomfortable, especially when they have no issues in that department. I just don't want people to feel sorry for me or uncomfortable telling me about exciting news that involves a growing belly. I'm lucky in that I've never had those bad feelings toward any of my friends, although I have a close friend who is having a more difficult time and struggles with the "whys" of our situation.

"Why can some women get one look from their husbands and get pregnant?"
"Why is a young unmarried teen able to get pregnant the first time they have sex and I can't"

Why this, why that.

I sure feel her pain. I'll be 28 on May 31st and geez that just seems so old. Maybe if I were in Cali again it wouldn't be so bad, but my non-lds best friends are pregnant too! Not only that, I didn't really plan on working for the rest of my life-If I knew I'd be working full time this long I'd have gone to Med school/nursing school/PA school. I can't believe I haven't really done anything outstanding in the work department besides getting my bachelors. I'm disappointed in myself. But I'm sure we all wish we coud go back and change things based on what we know know now.

Another drama--

I haven't been diagnosed officially with Fibromyalgia, but I struggle with pain everyday and have limited energy. I can barely work out-doing so results in soreness lasting for a week or more if I push it and if I go off my meds the pain just comes back as well as the annoying brain fog. My doctor wants me to do a sleep study to see if I'm for sure lacking in the stages 3/4 of my necessary sleep, but I'd have to pay my outrageous deductible-which is basically the cost of the whole procedure.

{Update}  Also Ty's best friend Roca had to be put to sleep this week and my parents are officially separating and selling the home I grew up in in California.  How did I forget those?

Fun stuff huh?!

It seems that when we are having trials, the best medicine is to look at others and see what they are going through--it always makes me grateful for my trials and struggles especially when there doesn't seem to be light at the end of the tunnel sometimes.

My visiting teacher picked me up last week and we went out to dinner and I tried a ZUMBA class for the first time. I am so glad we were able to connect so much on a personal level and I learned a ton about her--from heart surgery last year to having Multiple Sclerosis, her doctors were baffled that she managed to stay alive for this long.

The girl I visit teach has gone through and is going through more than I could imagine. Her twins were born months early and they had to watch her little girl slip away, while her guy Porter is still in the NICU struggling and fighting on a daily basis.

My friend Leslie lost her sister-in-law to cancer 2 years ago--I would post the link, but her blog is private but you can go to her sister-in-laws website that documented her journey. http://www.robingroff.com Absolutely heartbreaking and gut wrenching.

After the stories I hear day after day, whether close friends, or earthquakes and tsunamis halfway around the world, I hope we will remember and try not to complain about anything ever again! There is always someone who has it worse and they are our stuggles for a reason. Heavenly Father doesn't give them to those to can't completely handle them. (hard to believe sometimes, but yes life always has a bright side to it!).




Monday, April 12, 2010

Disney fun

Posted by Summer

After a couple of months, I finally remembered to get these from Ty's parents this weekend. We made the best out of our trip down to San Diego for grandpapa's funeral and hit the happiest place on earth with the whole Bruford family. Except for the colds we were carrying around we had a great time. I'm still undecided whether kids make everything more fun or not. I don't know about you, but I still LOVE that place and feel like a little kid myself--my parents used to let me have a party with all my friends, or a trip to Disneyland with a single friend. I always ended up choosing Disneyland!



{Buzz Lightyear...possibly the coolest ride there is. For the record, I was Space Ranger 1-my score and look on my face is proof that I took my alien fighting seriously.}


{This is our sad face after Flik's Flyers ride in California Adventure broke down. Hate when that happens}

{R for Renee!}


After a long day I had to make it a little longer by meeting up with my family for dinner. After some chaotic deliberating about where to go for dinner, we all ended up a a local Pho place where my mom, brother (also named Tyler), his wife Jen and my darling niece and nephew met the Brufords for the first time. Way too short, and no pictures to show for it, but just thankful we were able to make it happen. I hate not being close to watch my cuties grow up...

It was such a nice, long weekend and already looking forward for a return trip soon. Ty and I really wanted to go down for Coachella this weekend, but the bank account wouldn't allow for it. (& I'm teaching my first lesson anyway so we're planning on next year. Everyone should go!)

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Jada

Posted by Summer

Rocky's sis and fam came up for the weekend and we celebrated Jada's belated birthday with some of Olane's yummy strawberry cupcakes.

Happy 7th girlie!









{Sissies...still wish I had sisters like these! Must be so awesome to be best friends and be so close. We are going to miss you so much Olane!}



Sunday, April 11, 2010

Sentimental much?

Posted by Summer

Do you ever wish you could go back in time and capture a moment with a photograph? Especially in the beginning of a relationship, hoping of somehow obtaining proof of the first few memories of each other?

Ty and I only met a few times before we started talking. First time at Seth's 28th birthday party at Mike & A's, and at my 26th birthday party at my house in 2008. Maybe it's silly, but we had talked about this before and were wishing we had pics of those memories of each other.

So we were so surprised and excited that Ty just happened to be in a few of those---I had no idea I had any of him at my house and just found them today. Funny that when you don't know someone very well, they just blend into the background. :)








Sunday, April 04, 2010

The Soldier Who Wouldn't Quit

Posted by Summer

Just thought this was extremely interesting! Original link here.


This is a classic Damn Interesting article which originally appeared on 7 December 2005. We apologize for the re-run.

Young OnodaOn December 17, 1944, the Japanese army sent a twenty-three year old soldier named Hiroo Onoda to the Philippines to join the Sugi Brigade. He was stationed on the small island of Lubang, approximately seventy-five miles southwest of Manila in the Philippines, and his orders were to lead the Lubang Garrison in guerrilla warfare.

As Onoda was departing to begin his mission, his division commander told him, “You are absolutely forbidden to die by your own hand. It may take three years, it may take five, but whatever happens, we’ll come back for you. Until then, so long as you have one soldier, you are to continue to lead him. You may have to live on coconuts. If that’s the case, live on coconuts! Under no circumstances are you to give up your life voluntarily.” It turns out that Onoda was exceptionally good at following orders, and it would be 29 years before he finally laid down his arms and surrendered.

In February of 1945, just a couple months after Onoda arrived on Lubang, the Allied forces attacked the island, and quickly overtook its defenses. As the Allies moved inland, Onoda and the other guerrilla soldiers split into groups and retreated into the dense jungle. Onoda’s group consisted of himself and three other men: Corporal Shoichi Shimada, Private Kinshichi Kozuka, and Private Yuichi Akatsu. They survived by rationing their rice supply, eating coconuts and green bananas from the jungle, and occasionally killing one of the locals’ cows for meat.

It was upon killing one of these cows that one of the soldiers found a note some months later. It was a leaflet left behind by a local resident, and it said, “The war ended on August 15. Come down from the mountains!” The Japanese guerrilla soldiers scrutinized the note, and decided that was an Allied propaganda trick to coax them out of hiding. It was not the only message they encountered; over the years, fliers were dropped from planes, newspapers were left, and letters from relatives with photos. Each attempt was viewed by the soldiers as a clever hoax constructed by the Allies.

Lubang IslandsThe Lubang Islands, PhilippinesOnoda and his men lived in the jungle for years, occasionally engaging in skirmishes and carrying out acts of sabotage as part of their guerrilla activities. They were tormented by jungle heat, incessant rain, rats, insects, and the occasional armed search party. Any villagers they sighted were seen as spies, and attacked by the four men, and over the years a number of people were wounded or killed by the rogue soldiers.

In September of 1949, over four years after the four men went into hiding, one of Onoda’s fellow soldiers decided that he had had enough. Without a word to the others, Private Akatsu snuck away one day, and the Sugi Brigade was reduced to three men. Sometime in 1950 they found a note from Akatsu, which informed the others that he had been greeted by friendly troops when he left the jungle. To the remaining men, it was clear that Akatsu was being coerced into working for the enemy, and was not to be trusted. They continued their guerrilla attacks, but more cautiously.

Three years later, in 1953, Corporal Shimada was shot in the leg during a shootout with some fishermen. Onoda and Kozuka helped him back into the jungle, and without any medical supplies, they nursed him back to health over several months. Despite his recovery, Shimada became gloomy. About a year later, the men encountered a search party on a beach at Gontin, and Shimada was fatally wounded in the ensuing skirmish. He was 40 years old.

For nineteen years, Onoda and Kozuka continued their guerrilla activities together, living in the dense jungle in make-shift shelters. Every now and then they would kill another cow for meat, which alarmed the villagers and prompted the army to embark on yet another unsuccessful search for the men. The two remaining soldiers operated under the conviction that the Japanese army would eventually retake the island from the Allies, and that their guerrilla tactics would prove invaluable in that effort.

Nineteen years after Shimada was killed, on October of 1972, Onoda and Kozuka had snuck out of the jungle to burn some rice which had been collected by farmers, in an attempt to sabotage the “enemy’s” food supply. A Filipino police patrol spotted the men, and fired two shots. 51-year-old Kozuka was killed, ending his 27 years of hiding. Onoda escaped back into the jungle, now alone in his misguided mission.

News of Kozuka’s death traveled quickly to Japan. It was concluded that since Kozuka had survived all those years, then it was likely that Lt. Onoda was still alive, though he had been declared legally dead about thirteen years earlier. More search parties were sent in to find him, however he successfully evaded them each time.Onoda and Suzuki But in February of 1974, after Onoda had been alone in the jungle for a year and a half, a Japanese college student named Norio Suzuki managed to track him down.

When Suzuki had left Japan, he told his friends that he was “going to look for Lieutenant Onoda, a panda, and the abominable snowman, in that order.” Onoda and Suzuki became fast friends. Suzuki tried to convince him that the war had ended long ago, but Onoda explained that he would not surrender unless his commander ordered him to do so. Suzuki took photos of the two of them together, and convinced Onoda to meet him again about two weeks later, in a prearranged location.

When Onoda went to the meeting place, there was a note waiting from Suzuki. Suzuki had returned to the island with Onoda’s one-time superior officer, Major Taniguchi. When Onoda returned to meet with Suzuki and his old commander, he arrived in what was left of his dress uniform, wearing his sword and carrying his still-working Arisaka rifle, 500 rounds of ammunition, and several hand grenades.Lt. Onoda Major Taniguchi, who had long since retired from the military and become a bookseller, read aloud the orders: Japan had lost the war, and all combat activity was to cease immediately. After a moment of quiet anger, Onoda pulled back the bolt on his rifle and unloaded the bullets, and then took off his pack and laid the rifle across it. When the reality of it sunk in, he wept openly.

By the time he formally surrendered to Philippine President Ferdinand Marcos in 1974, Onoda had spent twenty nine of his fifty two years hiding the jungle, fighting a war that had long been over for the rest of the world. He and his guerrilla soldiers had killed some thirty people unnecessarily, and wounded about a hundred others. But they had done so under the belief that they were at war, and consequently President Marcos granted him a full pardon for the crimes he had committed while in hiding.

He returned to a hero’s welcome in Japan, but found himself unable to adjust to modern life there. He received back pay from the Japanese government for his twenty-nine years on Lubang, but it amounted to very little. He recorded his story as a memoir, entitled “No Surrender: My Thirty-Year War,” then moved to Brazil for a calm life of raising cattle on a ranch.

In May of 1996, Hiroo Onoda returned to Lubang, and donated $10,000 to the school there. He then married a Japanese woman, and the two of them moved back to Japan to run a nature camp for kids, were Onoda could share what he learned about survival through resourcefulness and ingenuity. Reportedly, Onoda is still alive in Japan today.


Saturday, April 03, 2010

Martha for a day

Posted by Summer

I'd give anything to trade places with all of you (yes, including you babe) who get to stay home and play Martha Stewart on a regular basis. Working everyday and doing real estate at night leaves me craving for time to feel like a real homemaker. I see all these cute things I'd love to try but never seem to get around to it.

I was surfing the web this week and found a cute dessert idea for our family Easter dinner tomorrow. Since I was actually feeling creative and energized after my chiro and massage appt this morning, I gave it a go while we listened to Conference and Ty started on our assigned cheesy potato dish.

I even managed to put together some treat bags too! So proud of myself today....


These are my meringue bird nest cookies. Hopefully they bear some resemblance?

4 egg whites
1 tsp cream of tartar
1 c sugar
pinch of salt
1 tsp vanilla

Beat eggs, salt and cream of tartar until soft peaks form. Slowly add the sugar and beat until glossy and stiff peaks form. Stir vanilla in. Drop a couple of spoonfuls onto a cookie sheet lined with parchment. Cover with shredded coconut and shape into "nests". Bake at 250 degrees for 60-75 minutes.