tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64789753220254235162024-03-21T21:42:40.949-06:00LOVESTRONGRebecca and WesWeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00186619534828017134noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-87676060070468267602011-08-01T08:11:00.003-06:002011-08-01T08:23:14.479-06:00the endI've decided to "kill the blog" as Wes says. Clearly I'm not using it as much (or at all) as I used to. I loved my blog as a single college student, but I guess my interests and time allowances have changed. I'm sort of going through a "get back to a natural way of life" kick, and with that I'm trying to use less and less technology. This is extremely difficult when your husband is Wes. <span style="font-size:78%;">Love you Wes!</span><br /><br />Anyway, with all this being said, I'm going to try and maintain relationships with human interaction. I haven't been doing very well at building friendships or even maintaining them. So my apologies. I'm turning a new leaf.<br /><br />Keep it real people! So long LOVESTRONG.Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-76530097909554058112011-07-06T20:12:00.005-06:002011-07-06T20:36:55.278-06:00a guilty blogger<div style="text-align: center;">Lately I have noticed several bloggers close up shop and exit the blogging world. I'll admit, I've been tempted to do the same. It seems like there are too few minutes in the day, and I don't like doing half-hearted posts when I know I should be working on other things. I feel guilty for blogging and guilty for not blogging.<br /><br />But tonight I'll be a dedicated blogger so let me fill you in.<br /><br />Work has been getting progressively better and better. I am doing more and more with the patients, assisting on procedures, injections, etc. I'm training for the new doctor coming in the fall. As far as I can tell, I'll be her full time MA which will be fantastic. I find women's health fascinating and from the beginning would never have imagined ending up at a clinic like this. I have dabbled with the idea of paramedic school a couple of times, however the timing just doesn't seem practical. I'll be taking the written cert exam for my EMT-IA during the summer. That will be a huge thing to check off my mental list.<br /><br />Wes and I woke up for the 6:00am 4th of July hot air balloon launch. It was amazing! Why are hot air balloons so cool?! Maybe I should bag the paramedic thing and go for a hot air balloon pilot's license. Temptations, temptations.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL2iWdFqw_ghuDwvTZ4b9Ib8FlSQ-RpO69QBsBQtjcJPMUxexAAi9k0QzjUnceQX39NgYTChnYme-GdhL95paGJaHF0goMkTUbq1HxVDGYslBEJyvUoqQLdpujk5P0-xr0_Rx_h1lQBYYu/s1600/IMG_0272.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL2iWdFqw_ghuDwvTZ4b9Ib8FlSQ-RpO69QBsBQtjcJPMUxexAAi9k0QzjUnceQX39NgYTChnYme-GdhL95paGJaHF0goMkTUbq1HxVDGYslBEJyvUoqQLdpujk5P0-xr0_Rx_h1lQBYYu/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626432480715943682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5C_EAisnKVobHEk4BK7ds7uU4rQDwix7SdX8EGmDYdhsW9Qllnu4Y1yRnOzffOD3j9kzA2nF7nhCfD-wDGtO78SJSY-XFceQK1N_qft4despmtTZ0GfqgdPoJgXCmos14H47-wXSh8Lji/s1600/IMG_0261.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5C_EAisnKVobHEk4BK7ds7uU4rQDwix7SdX8EGmDYdhsW9Qllnu4Y1yRnOzffOD3j9kzA2nF7nhCfD-wDGtO78SJSY-XFceQK1N_qft4despmtTZ0GfqgdPoJgXCmos14H47-wXSh8Lji/s400/IMG_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626432485558036338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXuw5DDUGhbJgRSy3pP1BOcm5cB1SAabs5NOc3-rw5vvv__ZUhVg4MQ54OXReNUALOzj47aHuRdE9VVDwDYZ2RgCbjaEPG0ObXlisPQukKoDGLEI6CVYgtOBhhUJ-lRutiFP6PAxqGj_l/s1600/IMG_0274.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXuw5DDUGhbJgRSy3pP1BOcm5cB1SAabs5NOc3-rw5vvv__ZUhVg4MQ54OXReNUALOzj47aHuRdE9VVDwDYZ2RgCbjaEPG0ObXlisPQukKoDGLEI6CVYgtOBhhUJ-lRutiFP6PAxqGj_l/s400/IMG_0274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626432495322685010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQFbDrNk404H58IldqbPzvOLCQI1eW1Do_7k2N2h-LSKscw3ZNCG1em6HErJUE-GGehpRNAJVMT7aM1kOS6aAmvc6AbJ9nNJBxhacRyLB56QvAIOn-eb5VJYI0DEMVw_9vv0Dn0Z15HCh/s1600/IMG_0275.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQFbDrNk404H58IldqbPzvOLCQI1eW1Do_7k2N2h-LSKscw3ZNCG1em6HErJUE-GGehpRNAJVMT7aM1kOS6aAmvc6AbJ9nNJBxhacRyLB56QvAIOn-eb5VJYI0DEMVw_9vv0Dn0Z15HCh/s400/IMG_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626432502774047794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lg3UwHd9X1yokWf4TBWm-2YT6_eCB8i9GUfhotIG7TMja1S6YgTxSD7hdZ6cqePHFQNQehXQ7ELolZmmG-PvYSebfOgMuAHqQRJh8KVjODGuFVxGJMUfiKcLe2HIopy_-O5EimQNPwFm/s1600/IMG_0278.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lg3UwHd9X1yokWf4TBWm-2YT6_eCB8i9GUfhotIG7TMja1S6YgTxSD7hdZ6cqePHFQNQehXQ7ELolZmmG-PvYSebfOgMuAHqQRJh8KVjODGuFVxGJMUfiKcLe2HIopy_-O5EimQNPwFm/s400/IMG_0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626432512131672114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOA-R0Ytllz9dhGh7PFaU1DyAoLNvInx86RtM6nT2iuI_CvAH5y1THuPWIopN3n2UqY5-wHS3IZSKPYwefVXbsg1EUjeW5-l5Hvym2iXy7o5k5qp068Dt7fRPXDN11feTT-gq_4lVGdLG/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOA-R0Ytllz9dhGh7PFaU1DyAoLNvInx86RtM6nT2iuI_CvAH5y1THuPWIopN3n2UqY5-wHS3IZSKPYwefVXbsg1EUjeW5-l5Hvym2iXy7o5k5qp068Dt7fRPXDN11feTT-gq_4lVGdLG/s400/IMG_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626432978691745138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTt3G6X7mSEUjaNvbgol_XTdMW77wTc92cGr-3GrRHk8AVxAz7RwNkIBjkG5LfIfNqwaitX6ejTS3eNSGSFRYJ9Rt6JxvrN3Rmqs1ZYpH0u8LQHQj5doITH_m2FHGQ77o-SGjeHe_TU_LH/s1600/IMG_0279.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTt3G6X7mSEUjaNvbgol_XTdMW77wTc92cGr-3GrRHk8AVxAz7RwNkIBjkG5LfIfNqwaitX6ejTS3eNSGSFRYJ9Rt6JxvrN3Rmqs1ZYpH0u8LQHQj5doITH_m2FHGQ77o-SGjeHe_TU_LH/s400/IMG_0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626432971748484978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Well, until the next major holiday!<br /><br /></div></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-40669490098338361122011-06-01T18:58:00.003-06:002011-06-01T19:20:13.618-06:00a random post, but a post nonetheless<div style="text-align: center;">Exhibit A: My arm. My classmate missed the vein. Just a little. In fact, the catheter was sticking straight out of my arm. I took this picture almost two weeks after he tried the stick. I'm proud to say I haven't missed a stick yet, but I only go for the really big AC veins.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYcuIDmXF0EKJrWDk6i6770LkcwkEgC4pZpUTO6juT6675zdmKA2zzNa72E5fHA0QCgkzP0EAbxYJNQ0VF7y7x0_Vm3g12IwWFzGL6JIY3FbAoMy1PVXqlXoOTSrXayMRYKmkpKntMVLGO/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYcuIDmXF0EKJrWDk6i6770LkcwkEgC4pZpUTO6juT6675zdmKA2zzNa72E5fHA0QCgkzP0EAbxYJNQ0VF7y7x0_Vm3g12IwWFzGL6JIY3FbAoMy1PVXqlXoOTSrXayMRYKmkpKntMVLGO/s400/IMG_0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613420946421615410" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Exhibit B: Rachel on top of Half Dome. Just found this little treasure on my camera and had to share. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5Zjm1Ye2C40jBl7-AS38oh05YbZ5cqwxF_DKs6YVFrQndkrdea4RGyfxWXawV0BBZalromLKOLXY_1W_vSqWNbaDg5U_eRcQWjUmgkaDTslSarUJlfm4g9G2bQxtwAAWQISG-a-yTSJj/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5Zjm1Ye2C40jBl7-AS38oh05YbZ5cqwxF_DKs6YVFrQndkrdea4RGyfxWXawV0BBZalromLKOLXY_1W_vSqWNbaDg5U_eRcQWjUmgkaDTslSarUJlfm4g9G2bQxtwAAWQISG-a-yTSJj/s400/IMG_0539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613420941959634562" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Exhibit C: Wes sleeping. He likes to wrap himself up like a bean burrito.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCg1fYCt58A0-oZeKsNd-hbPVX8qF2q_PnujteerSBTv8pshuCzEu287LvpV86XdfDwJLKzcHCyABplVFM_aJejWphd6GFKkpaao9s62GZBgYvFQ17V-x90Qw7vLdgcSKDsXC5JkAQJyJv/s1600/IMG_0629.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCg1fYCt58A0-oZeKsNd-hbPVX8qF2q_PnujteerSBTv8pshuCzEu287LvpV86XdfDwJLKzcHCyABplVFM_aJejWphd6GFKkpaao9s62GZBgYvFQ17V-x90Qw7vLdgcSKDsXC5JkAQJyJv/s400/IMG_0629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613420939036171298" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-1100178937886789192011-05-23T21:29:00.005-06:002011-05-23T21:58:56.592-06:00growing green & giving shotsA few months ago Wes read an Ensign article talking about growing your own food/being self-reliant/blessings of hard work etc. He took it to heart. Last time I checked gardening wasn't a commandment, but still we decided to give it a go.<br /><br />We spent an FHE filling and placing seeds in these planter boxes. We started with bush peas and were so upset when we hadn't see any of them sprout after about 2 weeks. We were sure we had killed them, as I usually do with my plants. But now look at them!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWHPdwKWCi3e821juml-KHqLpT6CvQDFey6NOFo4xxx8X1cJaerDfRdafpgcWgBHJT1ZrRXF8_5uG9qMnsPwJDB6dUAbHerI3aikLziDOCX518lqxqy2myJCu_ctNtNPAoPIbil4x3KVd/s1600/IMG_0630.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWHPdwKWCi3e821juml-KHqLpT6CvQDFey6NOFo4xxx8X1cJaerDfRdafpgcWgBHJT1ZrRXF8_5uG9qMnsPwJDB6dUAbHerI3aikLziDOCX518lqxqy2myJCu_ctNtNPAoPIbil4x3KVd/s400/IMG_0630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610126730450729602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We've also added a green pepper, basil, carrots, squash and tomatoes. Talk about efficiently using space eh?<br /><br />With this rain, the planter boxes have been just soaked all the time. We have to haul them up the stairs for protection from the rain and then back down to get some sunlight. Its annoying especially when they are so heavy and sopping wet. That last sentence made me think this garden is parenting practice.<br /><br />My EMT IA (Emergency Medical Technician Intermediate Advanced) class is going great. I don't like giving up my entire Tuesday & Thursday night but the class is moving quickly. I've been bleeding a lot. After mastering shots and blood draws, we moving on to IVs. I've got swiss cheese arms. I think I have small veins or something, because people miss all the time and I'm bruised! Wes has these gorgeous garden hose veins and he won't let me anywhere near them. Not even one little poke Wes?Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-75171006813986318582011-05-01T17:41:00.006-06:002011-05-01T17:56:36.638-06:00i'm all graduated<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpUPaBIGQWq28CDnJeO_qYXpqGAIp5NJH3zcQMap8lrNrvmHMxUOOFl6ulEu2ZP4abZ9pJuLYFJbKfQkMXhu5JX4Y993_BL_oMDUgm6c6VJ9pzJgftc_LcpCNSFHXiWFOKYcJmKxCG_ofq/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpUPaBIGQWq28CDnJeO_qYXpqGAIp5NJH3zcQMap8lrNrvmHMxUOOFl6ulEu2ZP4abZ9pJuLYFJbKfQkMXhu5JX4Y993_BL_oMDUgm6c6VJ9pzJgftc_LcpCNSFHXiWFOKYcJmKxCG_ofq/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601899434648357858" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Boy does it feel good to be done. For those of you out there who think the madness is forever, I say to you I feel your pain, but the end does come.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXYsBBnaCMmZoJPiPmRWM1FnzRv9xk3EAoYNFcrCLmloyEk8cSMD58I8ZF0ZfLGVwXHB4KGy-tawVrPv6K4O5uih2HVCA2nhcaDQh4vh4m8tarZwzEEaiwNnXokHKGA8aG30JzQXnjGTvo/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXYsBBnaCMmZoJPiPmRWM1FnzRv9xk3EAoYNFcrCLmloyEk8cSMD58I8ZF0ZfLGVwXHB4KGy-tawVrPv6K4O5uih2HVCA2nhcaDQh4vh4m8tarZwzEEaiwNnXokHKGA8aG30JzQXnjGTvo/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601899449506302194" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QQfNvihliZJSi-jQpqVHYaDl8MQ78SETUmPZkcII_05O_z4mvRwZMLcvaW6uVY2jqhVmR7QAHraYlgKjCmWu8xBBBNSCw3itxySjZ-CqirGFkBC6k4iatcyw8yBEtzPB95HZurJ0uFRm/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QQfNvihliZJSi-jQpqVHYaDl8MQ78SETUmPZkcII_05O_z4mvRwZMLcvaW6uVY2jqhVmR7QAHraYlgKjCmWu8xBBBNSCw3itxySjZ-CqirGFkBC6k4iatcyw8yBEtzPB95HZurJ0uFRm/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601899445395797602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Did I love my major? Heck yes.<br />Am I so glad my diploma has BYU stamped on it? You know it.<br />Would I encourage Caroline to come to BYU? YES.<br />Is Samuelson my home boy? Not quite.<br />Is that another Cougar First Down? You betcha.<br /></span></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-71048297538017911032011-04-09T18:30:00.003-06:002011-04-09T18:57:59.724-06:00TAP<div style="text-align: center;">Last week Wes was inducted into BYU's chapter of Tau Alpha Phi. It was a big, fancy deal. He's totally a frat brother now.<br /><br />Not only was he inducted, he was nominated President of TAP. Wes declined so he could take the Web Master position. I can't wait for the first frat partay! Apparently it is a tour of the underground Physics lab. Particle accelerator here we come. Woot!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbnQVl9q5JNL08WsghPU5889YPNOf-3m9eIqitzsu1QPOb2a3GTdYzB7PK3e85Rs7xmNQKD2bJHZW-HOqa3_pD8MAeehnlMNHgY-EAWYB848x9lBAIDdcd2T-mZUr8wrZSHkIjPn_wuvLl/s1600/IMG_0608.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbnQVl9q5JNL08WsghPU5889YPNOf-3m9eIqitzsu1QPOb2a3GTdYzB7PK3e85Rs7xmNQKD2bJHZW-HOqa3_pD8MAeehnlMNHgY-EAWYB848x9lBAIDdcd2T-mZUr8wrZSHkIjPn_wuvLl/s400/IMG_0608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593747717136587970" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-42142365208848265172011-03-23T10:56:00.003-06:002011-03-23T11:27:23.179-06:00My March MadnessHey all.<br /><br />This month has been in a word, a whirlwind. As the whirlwind settles down, the documenting process of our lives picks up.<br /><br />Student teaching ends on Monday. What an experience! The daily drive to and from Spanish Fork has been the worst part. I'm sick of filling the car up every week! But there sure have been some good times in Mr. Stahle's and Mrs. Troyer's classroom. And there are some names I can never name my child now.<br /><br />My TA job also ends this week. I really enjoy helping out with the EMT certification. It is so nice to teach BYU college students after coming from a class of 40 sophomores. I look forward to helping with it next year.<br /><br />The MA job is.... coming. I'd be lying if I said it was butterflies and roses all day. It's not. Being the new girl is the worst thing ever. This position makes me feel bad for ever being mean or expecting too much from the new people I trained. Sorry to any of my past co-workers who are reading this (Rachel). At the clinic, right now I'm pretty much stuck in Medical Records. The clinic is going EMR (electronic medical record) so I've been scanning charts and I will continue to do that for the next month most likely. Need to pay my dues. Bottom of the totem pole thing.<br /><br />I'm actually looking forward to just having work. It will be nice to make some money and not have to count the seconds until I have to be at the next checkpoint. I like being able to focus on one thing, and not feel like I'm spreading myself thin.<br /><br />Wes has been stellar throughout this past semester. He has his own load of school and work to carry, but he also has been making dinners and doing dishes for the past few months. He also helps with the RS Activities and drives me all over Provo. I'm looking forward to taking care of him for a change.<br /><br />So it seems like I've triumphed over my own March Madness. I graduate in April. I have a full-time job lined up. In addition, my bracket is winning in the family pool! Bragging rights!Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-90402173244319971062011-02-25T09:22:00.009-07:002011-02-25T09:44:18.270-07:00spoiled spoiled spoiled<div style="text-align: center;">February is a good month for me. My birthday falls just 4 days after Valentines Day, which means that I pretty much get uber attention for the entire week. February 14-21 is all about ME. But Wes went above and beyond this year.<br /><br />For Valentines Day Wes bought me a white rose that marked the beginning of a fun <span style="font-size:78%;">(and difficult)</span> scavenger hunt around our apartment. I loved it. He also gave me these TOMS, two Down East tees, two cookbooks <span style="font-size:78%;">(gluten free)</span> and the orange jacket. Like I said. Spoiled.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiquj9Dei7ttf6md894CuYL989kK_2dGaj5xFV9d-zushhSz5nzi4Xc4paG5HA5o3DIGbkLDq2pUhQGZY5mzOVSgL1V_8mUP2Enmg-u3gQHiUk1MOUzc5PnLOfaBLCuesNQ9Iro3xNwhP/s1600/toms.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiquj9Dei7ttf6md894CuYL989kK_2dGaj5xFV9d-zushhSz5nzi4Xc4paG5HA5o3DIGbkLDq2pUhQGZY5mzOVSgL1V_8mUP2Enmg-u3gQHiUk1MOUzc5PnLOfaBLCuesNQ9Iro3xNwhP/s400/toms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577664400170152882" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8axP3Z1Clfe3OdvwHi2y_xwJjBmTfYQh9VOZQV2yef9iXms4xdgKBL48zKB6pWsdfh502G0HKlErDTLJRZVzzfbivf3qWwq6F1plEc_LUw1Vn5hckjpk4cgNlYCB5Ur0pwHXd8mAIjl1C/s1600/156541_orn_w.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8axP3Z1Clfe3OdvwHi2y_xwJjBmTfYQh9VOZQV2yef9iXms4xdgKBL48zKB6pWsdfh502G0HKlErDTLJRZVzzfbivf3qWwq6F1plEc_LUw1Vn5hckjpk4cgNlYCB5Ur0pwHXd8mAIjl1C/s400/156541_orn_w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577664215759071986" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">On my birthday Wes sent me flowers to my classroom at Spanish Fork High. They were such a surprise! My students sang to me <span style="font-size:78%;">(with a little assistance from Mrs. Scott, ah hem, thanks)</span> and gave me a hard time about my "boyfriend." We left that evening for a little get-a-way to St. George where there were no lesson plans or coding homework. Wes and I were lazy, lazy, lazy. Let's just say we barely made it to 1:00pm church.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Wes also gave me this heavenly shampoo. Like I said. Spoiled.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCA1rPJg-7QwUzPWVjBIdb-nnFDVmGxoDOVSu5s0sQ9VuPc__eRhG3m1AoKvJ0MVx6QfRqCok8P9Qz0Sn2VkJe91AComwH_tHJQjIuuoE3xAWQ2SFKYGG2kNbOI8I1OqferSqoNQsE6sr/s1600/shampoo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCA1rPJg-7QwUzPWVjBIdb-nnFDVmGxoDOVSu5s0sQ9VuPc__eRhG3m1AoKvJ0MVx6QfRqCok8P9Qz0Sn2VkJe91AComwH_tHJQjIuuoE3xAWQ2SFKYGG2kNbOI8I1OqferSqoNQsE6sr/s400/shampoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577667505370714274" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I am spoiled, but lately there have been several things to celebrate. I passed the dreaded Praxis exam and got a real, full time job. Monday I start as a Medical Assistant at Utah Valley's OB/GYN clinic. I'm excited and this is such a giant step in the right direction for us.<br /></div><br /><br /><img src="file:///Users/weilerra/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" />Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-47520179275995509742011-02-07T19:40:00.004-07:002011-02-07T20:03:51.626-07:00please reinstall the filterI ran into funniest roommate ever Jessica today on the RB stairs. She said, "I enjoy your monthly blog posts." I immediately went into denial. "I know, I'm just so busy, blah blah blah, at least I post more than Marie, blah blah blah."<br /><br />And yet here I am with the monthly report.<br /><br />Student teaching is a thumbs up experience thus far. My work load is decent but not overbearing. We just finished the most boring unit, Healthy Self (mental health). I guess I shouldn't say its boring, it includes topics like suicide, personality, grief, defense mechanisms etc. However, sometimes the lessons are kind of downers. It is difficult to get the kids excited about discussing emotions. But I guess that is what a good teacher does. They take unappealing topics and make them interesting.<br /><br />The next unit is Nutrition/Fitness and I'm totally pumped to teach it! There are so many neat learning activities to use with this content.<br /><br />Classroom management has been better than expected. There are always a few kids in each class that seriously struggle with listening, focusing and executing. I find myself occasionally doing the stand and wait thing. I'm also trying to figure out how to handle the completely inappropriate comments from the peanut gallery. I have one specifically challenging student who claims to be homosexual. His comments are rather colorful. I'm not blaming his interrupting behavior on his sexual orientation, I'm blaming it on his inability to filter his comments. In fact, I'm pretty sure he has completely removed the filter.<br /><br />Wes continues on with work and school. Today he received his first real credit card which we are quite excited about. Time to start establishing credit, we better get swiping that AmEx huh Wes?Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-83294380018540371182011-01-23T16:32:00.006-07:002011-01-23T17:37:44.174-07:00a night at the DI and a night with RachelWe spent Friday night feeling guilty about not having a fun/exotic date planned. Even though we're married we still feel pressure to go out and do something awesome on Friday. I used to give Wes a hard time about not planning anything, so I told him I would do the planning this weekend. Friday night rolled around and I only had a few lame-o dud ideas. We ended up perusing the DI about an hour before they closed. Wes found Pictionary! He spent the rest of the evening wiping down and gluing the board and box together. It is as good as new. Now all we need, as Wes said this morning, is "someone to cream at Pictionary."<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJf02PxmYkjaHThzR2YSaRUUHZM-jtTZsUQ4USbFuMWiMXgjsVnso5_ttBO9PSzbf2_KW_-AOxVFaSA12A_mGat4k5LGKeJSHHYdQ8cK91DxzCpgBn6zUxGozJjUnYfhgBJAVf2-RsZbO/s1600/IMG_0594.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJf02PxmYkjaHThzR2YSaRUUHZM-jtTZsUQ4USbFuMWiMXgjsVnso5_ttBO9PSzbf2_KW_-AOxVFaSA12A_mGat4k5LGKeJSHHYdQ8cK91DxzCpgBn6zUxGozJjUnYfhgBJAVf2-RsZbO/s400/IMG_0594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565530141067460738" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsVbAOxpWdIlOnhmUIk_xLlFgebu_xhyphenhyphenC1QhOlLihh1kE3Ae-tHSgfQKLq5c1D53ZbJEqqyw0yfq74J8ZsT7toHHAuaRnAzTfUtyaGhttOl5gIusYqk4_H7fR4bc3JiQx1CG2REPykAUt/s1600/IMG_0600.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsVbAOxpWdIlOnhmUIk_xLlFgebu_xhyphenhyphenC1QhOlLihh1kE3Ae-tHSgfQKLq5c1D53ZbJEqqyw0yfq74J8ZsT7toHHAuaRnAzTfUtyaGhttOl5gIusYqk4_H7fR4bc3JiQx1CG2REPykAUt/s400/IMG_0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565530150284902786" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />I found some (what I think are) CUTE teacups. They are totally vintage and perfect for juice in the morning. I've had medium feedback thus far. Rachel wasn't sure why I wanted teacups and I think Wes thought they were an odd purchase as well. But Wes is so great, he just plays along and helped me look for matching saucers. We used them last night when Rachel came over for computer help, which turned into movie night. We watched Iron Man 2. See Rachel's blog before continuing with this post.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://rachelrweiler.blogspot.com/">http://rachelrweiler.blogspot.com/</a></span><br /><br />We laughed SO hard this morning when we saw Rachel's post. Wes immediately starting drawing up a picture of Rachel. You'll also need a basic understanding of Iron Man 2 to appreciate his work.<br /><br />Behold. Rachel... the Russian.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhACRsGQSHl7Oz0lQbfyXBLb1wSSvlMga-f_X0cBt89E6ztAIDj0AtI-_xeU9fKGyG5ss25ym55EXzHEuU5lL0shQUdKH7MqQuFdXdkUYeJFzzzgTpv5_XDTl2OLrCw4DkO9vgrNqWLZuE4/s1600/RussianRachel.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhACRsGQSHl7Oz0lQbfyXBLb1wSSvlMga-f_X0cBt89E6ztAIDj0AtI-_xeU9fKGyG5ss25ym55EXzHEuU5lL0shQUdKH7MqQuFdXdkUYeJFzzzgTpv5_XDTl2OLrCw4DkO9vgrNqWLZuE4/s400/RussianRachel.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565530153134253906" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />On a completley different note, things are going quite well with student teaching. I have two mentor teachers (one better than the other) and also work with a co-teacher. We team teach the first period and then each teach alternating periods the rest of the day. I'm starting with the Healthy Self unit, then will teach Nutrition/Exercise and end with Sexuality and Reproduction. We're pretty limited with what we can teach in this last unit. Utah is the most conservative state when it comes to SexEd and Nebo School District is the most conservative school district in the state of Utah. Wonder how I'll answer all their questions...<br /><br />The students are hilarious. I find myself chuckling at least once every class period. Management hasn't been a huge issue yet. Did I just jinx myself? For the most part they contribute and are engaged. The random comments are awesome and I had forgotten about the high school drama. I have one student who is a "Cornerstone" student with means that he lives in a Juvenile Detention Center and is permitted to come to one high school class every other day. That's my health class. When he proves that he is safe to himself and others, they let him start coming to more and more classes. I don't know how to treat him differently, so I don't. I treat and teach him the same as the rest of my students.<br /><br />I've also learned that even though I have invested thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours in learning how to teach, sometimes the people with the jobs are less than qualified. I wish those who were burnt out would retire and let us "green" teachers have a chance for a few years. (I'm trying to subconsciously talk one of my mentor teachers into retiring...)<br /><br />I think this will be the quickest semester of college ever.Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-81073350881479745812011-01-04T13:49:00.008-07:002011-01-04T14:30:26.282-07:00Christmas was fun. Provo is the same.I can't believe the break is already over. I also can't believe that today is the first day of a new semester and I did not buy any books, am no longer working at Teacher Ed and did not have to print out a schedule and wander the halls locating classrooms.<br /><br />But before I start highlighting the present, I'll briefly recap the past 2 weeks.<br /><br />Wes and I had our first Christmas morning here in Provo. I had no idea how excited I would be about it all, but I woke up at 6:00am and convinced Wes it was a reasonable time to start opening presents. <span style="font-size:78%;">(I actually tried to get him to open presents on Christmas Eve. He said no.)</span><br /><br />I found a little sparkly surprise in my stocking, some diamond earrings! I also received lots of cute clothes for student teaching. Wes is great at picking up my hints...<br /><br />We headed to SLC for the Christmas Day Visiting Family Marathon. We may have to rethink this for next year. But maybe Wes will surprise me by singing <span style="font-size:100%;"><em>Mele Kalikimaka</em></span> and we'll spend Christmas in Hawaii. Maybe, at some point in the future, right Wes? We visited several homes and our family spoiled us left and right.<br /><br />Some notable moments:<br /><br />Kirk received sky-diving gift certificate from fam. We're tying to help him get that bucket list whittled down. He's also working on the will, so if he dies during sky-diving, at least everything is divided. We get Caroline!<br /><br />Uncle Scott plays "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" on trumpet (an unexpected addition to the program, way to spice things up!)<br /><br />Wes skis for the first time! We went to Alta for the Ski Free After 3 deal, but we also didn't know it was the Ski Free and Freeze Something Off deal. Caroline and Rachel accompanied us, but none of us lasted very long. I think we were all crying in pain as our toes and fingers thawed in the car. Wes got jipped, which means we will be taking another skiing trip soon. He did great by the way! Only fell one time and it was because Rachel led him into the pit of doom and powder, which he was not prepared for.<br /><br />Rebecca and Janeel beat Clayton and Wes at pictionary. Monumental.<br /><br />Caroline gets her wisdom teeth out. Oh goodness. The stories are just too funny.<br /><br />Tomorrow is my first official day in Spanish Fork High School. I've already scoped the paraphernalia and know which sweatshirt I'm going to be purchasing. I know, I've got all the critical bases covered.<br /><br />The public schools are still finishing up last semester, so I'll observe and help this week and part of next. When their new semester starts, I'll be in charge. Can't wait for the stories that come from teaching a high school health class.Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-8875421561115106902010-12-22T20:50:00.002-07:002010-12-22T20:59:14.412-07:00he's sickMy husband has been out sick with some flu bug thing. While I have stayed busy prepping for Christmas, and of course nursing him back to health, I realized what a good companion he is. All day he apologized for being lame, and I assured him I was not bored. I can assure YOU that I was indeed bored. There are only so many gifts you can wrap, dishes to wash, clothes to organize before you just want to have some human interaction!<br /><br />So I dragged Wes to the library thinking it would be good to get him some books/DVDs to keep him occupied in bed. Turns out, I'm using them while he sleeps on. I'm also brainstorming a list of things to do tomorrow in case he is still in sick mode. I shouldn't be making this about me... <span style="font-size:78%;">it just comes so naturally. </span><br /><br />Get better Wes! For your sake <span style="font-size:78%;">and for mine. </span>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-48621691883113073102010-12-17T16:27:00.004-07:002010-12-17T16:41:27.632-07:00across the finish line<span style="font-size:85%;">I got myself to the Testing Center (TC) pretty early this morning. I hate taking tests on the last day of finals. I don't know why. I just like the idea of having them all done early. I always worry that I'm going to show up the last day of finals and find out the TC is closed. I know, unnecessary worry. Can't help it.<br /><br />I was about half way through my 100 multiple choices when a girl on the opposite end of the TC (for those who don't know, the TC is a HUGE room just filled to the brim with desks, we're talking like hundreds of people all sweating, coughing and taking tests at the same time) climbs up on her chair and starts waving her test papers in the air, throws her pencil and pretzel bag and shouts,<br /><br />"I'm finished.... FOOOOREVER!"<br /><br />She looked ridiculous. The entire room responded with some chuckles and then starting clapping, which turned into cheering. What a brave girl.<br /><br />I felt the same way. Today I took my last final ever at BYU. The work is far from being over. Student teaching and my internship will be a lot of time and paperwork. But today I did breath a sigh of relief when I handed over my bubble sheet.<br /><br />I too have finished forever. And kept my dignity at the same time. </span>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-60955973268693921532010-12-06T19:13:00.008-07:002010-12-07T09:11:00.819-07:00better than previous postBest news ever. I have finally been placed for student teaching. I'll be spending the next semester in a sophomore health class at...... drumroll......<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcOahAtUdpBbpw82p4ZIA6XD2rnDdzIpX8jLC0UCde7qyu0mq65XWkXRKfoFA-6Mzla1Wn-nfVKLwjz6tQ_9obXdQrewitOhN7luAO6t9zpvKvDNgaz18ULmNmqS6cUSFWGSqi9Qa00M2/s1600/frameworkcutom_logo.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547758734459832546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcOahAtUdpBbpw82p4ZIA6XD2rnDdzIpX8jLC0UCde7qyu0mq65XWkXRKfoFA-6Mzla1Wn-nfVKLwjz6tQ_9obXdQrewitOhN7luAO6t9zpvKvDNgaz18ULmNmqS6cUSFWGSqi9Qa00M2/s400/frameworkcutom_logo.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 139px; width: 517px;" border="0" /></a></div><br />I'm pretty stoked about this placement. It is only 20 minutes from our apartment and I can get back in time for my internship at Provo High School in the evenings.<br /><br />The Spanish Fork Dons. What is a Don?<br /><br /><div class="ds-list"><b>1. </b> <b>Don</b> also <span class="pron">(d<img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/omacr.gif" align="absbottom" />n)</span><i> Abbr. </i><b>D.</b> Used as a courtesy title before the name of a man in a Spanish-speaking area.</div><div class="ds-list"><b>2. </b> <i>Chiefly British</i><br /><div class="sds-list"><b>a. </b> A head, tutor, or fellow at a college of Oxford or Cambridge.</div><div class="sds-list"><b>b. </b> A college or university professor.</div></div><div class="ds-list"><b>3. </b> The leader of an organized-crime family.</div><div class="ds-list"><b>4. </b> <i>Archaic</i> An important personage.</div><br />Ok. The mascot is lame. But I'm choosing to overlook that right now. It will be awesome.<br /><br />More good news. We got our first Christmas tree up this week. We had such a fun time picking out the perfect tree at Lowe's. Wes did a great just lashing it to the top of the Versa. Just like my dad.<br /><br />We decorated with some cheap ribbon and simple ball ornaments we also picked up from Lowe's. But those were mainly just to accent the cute snowmen ornaments I received from my mom. She has been giving us a new glass snowman ornament every year for as long as I can remember. I probably have 10 or 12 ornaments from this tradition and I love them!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9llmM5D9uKFM0JxIbQWN7Y6iHtOI6SbHoFfFQ5yXD3W0ksHc8X-YxfgW2jzKwxynU2UKu9kzFTydmN97la7hkSreYAtbBU01Nsyt9wH_s8FLtIymUJ0yhHgphRCR9KMp-keu9Fonub2rJ/s1600/christmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9llmM5D9uKFM0JxIbQWN7Y6iHtOI6SbHoFfFQ5yXD3W0ksHc8X-YxfgW2jzKwxynU2UKu9kzFTydmN97la7hkSreYAtbBU01Nsyt9wH_s8FLtIymUJ0yhHgphRCR9KMp-keu9Fonub2rJ/s400/christmas.png" border="0" height="400" width="395" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFbPlUYs4xeV5e7Hwq8YjU948Kqj7WR1ZvRO8p8u_i4dBfI8uOr-T5JJyw0Bfg0F4yNHcYZJ7vPx_HTYQ01ApeRFE8Rmnnb14BDGKWfpx0rwLF4BqCg8UMec3gEsb_TK2dWbVOBiK7acL/s1600/IMG_0206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547763178630259234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFbPlUYs4xeV5e7Hwq8YjU948Kqj7WR1ZvRO8p8u_i4dBfI8uOr-T5JJyw0Bfg0F4yNHcYZJ7vPx_HTYQ01ApeRFE8Rmnnb14BDGKWfpx0rwLF4BqCg8UMec3gEsb_TK2dWbVOBiK7acL/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa-tTuF4sT19sab7Mhf1e_tgplO7NKW_Zz6d4Ax7KtQRv5_erpisQjI8ZufQA7kFgHvPhTkBGciSHoVIJSer-euaRmhhtM5SGmCZgmpO8P-93c8LauBrWIqhXx_xtrmpxSOr-Ev01_tTb/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547763231335973122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa-tTuF4sT19sab7Mhf1e_tgplO7NKW_Zz6d4Ax7KtQRv5_erpisQjI8ZufQA7kFgHvPhTkBGciSHoVIJSer-euaRmhhtM5SGmCZgmpO8P-93c8LauBrWIqhXx_xtrmpxSOr-Ev01_tTb/s400/IMG_0210.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 267px;" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Found this little gift hidden on the back of the tree! Good things come in small packages!)</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNGGLBRIQC6tIUc74aJsRby2rix3wgKJzRkNu5DP8UIr1_4fRS-bhZDdtN7-UzR9QgR9R-6EY7GeF1OFiiV34tzpEDrm8byry2tYFKvJWyKE4WOCkFuMtPo7x7ALShAu4AKiCVuqh-HFb/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547764010569740738" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNGGLBRIQC6tIUc74aJsRby2rix3wgKJzRkNu5DP8UIr1_4fRS-bhZDdtN7-UzR9QgR9R-6EY7GeF1OFiiV34tzpEDrm8byry2tYFKvJWyKE4WOCkFuMtPo7x7ALShAu4AKiCVuqh-HFb/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Gifts starting to appear underneath the tree!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0xM3OS2plgyNg5-dPdLfvvlSBQs0m_qBU8ntbt-bASvRsv6YG52Ql4Qg7Nppd75S05ew1dIMTeH-8zkwUfvGMREUUUh7J0PbT5sF0EdMSvszv_2MDOY4KEDodHI_rJTF1-D_FzC4OpuP/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547764020418422770" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0xM3OS2plgyNg5-dPdLfvvlSBQs0m_qBU8ntbt-bASvRsv6YG52Ql4Qg7Nppd75S05ew1dIMTeH-8zkwUfvGMREUUUh7J0PbT5sF0EdMSvszv_2MDOY4KEDodHI_rJTF1-D_FzC4OpuP/s400/IMG_0214.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 267px;" border="0" /></a></div><br />Oh, and angry professor man came up to me and apologized before my gym class today. I told him no worries and I'd send him a bill for new shoes. <span style="font-size:78%;">Just kidding. </span>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-40574140208429074472010-12-01T19:25:00.005-07:002010-12-02T13:11:12.296-07:00broken toe and i sat on a pencilRough day today. Sometimes you are just in the wrong place at the wrong time, you know? I hate when this happens, because I usually try very hard to be in the RIGHT place at the RIGHT time (i.e. class, work, church, FHE).<br /><br />The fates were against me today.<br /><br />I had changed for gym and was on my way to basketball class. The women's locker room is all the way on the far north side of the RB. I enter on the far south end. So I walk all the way down, change in 1 minute and walk all the way back to our class. Its annoying. I'm just about to open the door to the gym and flying out comes a 60 year old professor, sweaty and mad. All the courts are open from 12-1 for faculty playing, and they use EVERY SINGLE COURT. Also annoying.<br /><br />The man came out with such a force that the door slammed into my foot, ripped through my shoe, continued on to hit my head and then the wall behind it. I fell over from the impact and by the time I was up, the man had fled. Hit and run complete.<br /><br />Everyone is so nice at BYU. I mean that sincerely. Immediately there were 3 or 4 people around me asking if I was alright and picking up my stuff. Some of the faculty from inside the gym also came out to see what the loud noise (door hitting me, me squealing, me falling).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">I was shocked. My eyes starting watering for a number of reasons 1) My toe hurt 2) I was totally embarrassed 3) People were being nice to me 4) I'm tired 5) Birth control. Are those lame enough excuses? Then I noticed my foot hurt and looked down to see the ripped shoe. These are the wedding shoes mind you. Expensive and special. You may argue I shouldn't be wearing them, but if I am going to pay THAT much for a pair of shoes, you better darn well believe they will be warn and warn out!</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghaqpE5dc6jQqIz-5nKNOflm-U7GdXEmohq0IJk41mVDsROjqZhHDKbq0pO65ly9GlZgDbonz20rH1CA48Ad1foaRyxbm62dndxo02IWPf-DmsJQcJ285mRZ5om6ctmLc8dJC_DkdtFAYo/s1600/_DSC4477+Copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545911756515785474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghaqpE5dc6jQqIz-5nKNOflm-U7GdXEmohq0IJk41mVDsROjqZhHDKbq0pO65ly9GlZgDbonz20rH1CA48Ad1foaRyxbm62dndxo02IWPf-DmsJQcJ285mRZ5om6ctmLc8dJC_DkdtFAYo/s400/_DSC4477+Copy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 261px; width: 400px;" /></a></div><br />I walked over to the bench and took a seat. I sat down directly onto a sharp no. 2 pencil that must have been sharpened only seconds earlier. It was sticking out of one of my classmate's backpack (Who uses No. 2 pencils any more? Get a mechanical one! Also, who stores a pencil right there?) That puncture hurt, but I realized I am somewhat materialistic because I was immediately afraid I had ripped through my favorite gym shorts. I'm ok with ripping through skin, but not my BYU UnderArmor shorts. No rip, at least on the outer layer. I ripped a hole right through my underwear.<br /><br />So the toe nail is filled with blood, there's kink in my toe and its kind of purple. I've heard both sides, its definitely broken vs. its not broken because you can walk on it.<br /><br />Final statement: My feelings are broken!Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-10926479715381469472010-11-17T08:47:00.009-07:002010-11-17T10:18:09.969-07:00smorgasbord<div style="text-align: center;">I'd have to say things are good here in P-Rovo.<br /><br /><br />Every day I try not to quit my job <span style="font-size:78%;">(psss, by the way, only 24 more days)!</span> Good thing Rachel is here to carry on the legacy.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdakR4ROdaXm3cgRRlJw9Nq-8QaBYGEstNNtY-Layd6CuLXBY9dsoed8cM_QXCq4TRvcxM4WXB14dVC2xEdLgkK_zrV4bs-pxHeSIum-_jNtddKHGsiniX2ve8ByMZpMS5v13umTW2ay0K/s1600/byuTitleLong.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 37px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdakR4ROdaXm3cgRRlJw9Nq-8QaBYGEstNNtY-Layd6CuLXBY9dsoed8cM_QXCq4TRvcxM4WXB14dVC2xEdLgkK_zrV4bs-pxHeSIum-_jNtddKHGsiniX2ve8ByMZpMS5v13umTW2ay0K/s400/byuTitleLong.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540566192981879282" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///Users/weilerra/Desktop/byuTitleLong.gif" alt="" />Wes is busy as ever with school (I'm still not exactly sure what he does in his major. Something to do with PHP, queries and these things <>).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OyEU9qwoaib5DAjgb7GiiDhZh6G7GSWtdu9ZtgWqoQmUw-CmKvKns84Op4y59aAxKo6XBxKPdTWwEWoE2b2woKNOOfLWzVE-p0B7x9ED0YKJVw1Cn6_7Xfyn1WguMjhTW5llyxnqXwTb/s1600/spoonmelogocolor.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 72px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OyEU9qwoaib5DAjgb7GiiDhZh6G7GSWtdu9ZtgWqoQmUw-CmKvKns84Op4y59aAxKo6XBxKPdTWwEWoE2b2woKNOOfLWzVE-p0B7x9ED0YKJVw1Cn6_7Xfyn1WguMjhTW5llyxnqXwTb/s400/spoonmelogocolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540566507859333730" border="0" /></a>We went to Spoon Me Frozen Yogurt last week (holla coupon). Sometimes I can't believe how completely different Wes and I are. I ordered chocolate yogurt with raspberries, chocolate chips and cheesecake. Wes got natural yogurt with 3 scoops of gummy bears.<br /><br /><br />Relief Society is going well. We had a massive service project last week that involved 419 pounds of hygiene items for Provo Food and Care Coalition.<br /><br />Every day I am tempted to chop my hair. Maybe right before student teaching, to give me that extra professional edge. I know I'm a pony tail girl, but every day?! I'm loving this A-line. Without bangs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcONWnTznofuCTT-dvoMj8kjvZhzl2GWLPisl2l5OnK8545KzzilF76-jIuEtIt_jrDUcqEkzHKkRCLCtybepZJ1hyJED5EHgVPjv6dmHeHVuaxISczu9p-7PAqkVijGpmu4-48RPTjaY/s1600/25937_355149804693_715089693_3436282_452190_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcONWnTznofuCTT-dvoMj8kjvZhzl2GWLPisl2l5OnK8545KzzilF76-jIuEtIt_jrDUcqEkzHKkRCLCtybepZJ1hyJED5EHgVPjv6dmHeHVuaxISczu9p-7PAqkVijGpmu4-48RPTjaY/s400/25937_355149804693_715089693_3436282_452190_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540566955637185890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhyi5z1oCJuXNS1rxtbsVYiCOxZIsh9Q-XJ4q6qzNbzKSZLvGGnelO5MVFZaGyyxZKQv2Wumr9D5IHfYa2fRNkbjFmmKmcV0T58lDPQ4dYVQKTyz45dKvdu8VQafgk_RfFLBRNCe8RRj6/s1600/4422437929_0976df0f65.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhyi5z1oCJuXNS1rxtbsVYiCOxZIsh9Q-XJ4q6qzNbzKSZLvGGnelO5MVFZaGyyxZKQv2Wumr9D5IHfYa2fRNkbjFmmKmcV0T58lDPQ4dYVQKTyz45dKvdu8VQafgk_RfFLBRNCe8RRj6/s400/4422437929_0976df0f65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540566960532409394" border="0" /></a><br />Trying to decide...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQzLLSsG8wa-kb_tlgeOuEF2kweiqiILqjXaZ2ywdMzdokIKDVpZYzDwyB84yocrtuwfeTbn-llN3-UM5Fe-Xw5XbY1T0r5S-sJaMgvp5p2p_55pfdmcm1RC5KXMkXNmljhLOEtIVneVH/s1600/156519_yel_w.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQzLLSsG8wa-kb_tlgeOuEF2kweiqiILqjXaZ2ywdMzdokIKDVpZYzDwyB84yocrtuwfeTbn-llN3-UM5Fe-Xw5XbY1T0r5S-sJaMgvp5p2p_55pfdmcm1RC5KXMkXNmljhLOEtIVneVH/s400/156519_yel_w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540568049220881874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTc3dNrCpH8dSnIhlQpCJjEKnuhPRvhtmcDwDYVCRV5jckb9LeoPH60ksLf2IoXMeBlsa_CaKJwoErO04zw66s6BbfI9zqXgxETllb7-21h39iZdfuyFAzEzrSPk3neRYnHFxG4VJ79_jN/s1600/156517_grn_w.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTc3dNrCpH8dSnIhlQpCJjEKnuhPRvhtmcDwDYVCRV5jckb9LeoPH60ksLf2IoXMeBlsa_CaKJwoErO04zw66s6BbfI9zqXgxETllb7-21h39iZdfuyFAzEzrSPk3neRYnHFxG4VJ79_jN/s400/156517_grn_w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540568054486516834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, and we're looking forward to our first gluten free Thanksgiving.<br /></div></div></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-67995599198561754372010-11-08T08:23:00.003-07:002010-11-08T08:41:05.119-07:006 months<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpruRMxqeCjKjIU5H6V1c7VmzYDCV2QXiuzwZLAQCMhDbmVpz1YIxx28z-NP50MFBjP-oQLbu2nvc_eSKauL1lfFSlK33ae3pm3kwpPUIc3DbcLzD9rKCrsL9e_nKUFm84ZjZfZsvDA4m/s1600/_DSC1854+Copy+BW.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpruRMxqeCjKjIU5H6V1c7VmzYDCV2QXiuzwZLAQCMhDbmVpz1YIxx28z-NP50MFBjP-oQLbu2nvc_eSKauL1lfFSlK33ae3pm3kwpPUIc3DbcLzD9rKCrsL9e_nKUFm84ZjZfZsvDA4m/s400/_DSC1854+Copy+BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537203934665945538" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Not too many things to get excited about these days. By that I simply mean we live fairly routine lives. So when any sort of anniversary rolls around, we celebrate it. I had a BYU religion professor tell the class that Mormons are notorious for commemorating and celebrating. I'm a Mormon. Let's have a party!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Happy 6 months Wes. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0GvnBrH3Zbgz4bXw272KKa8lUZ0nhT5KzU-ALUNew-F6x4WrlyfSL6rgDT4aBNmuB9DUAYqiKjofzhd1kSjzopl6Tki32OegLbTNkkt-vWuQBRFf0pxkihqAAY50rToiBaN9VyQB8ZSR/s400/_DSC2110+Vintage+Cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537203959149445554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px; " /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpruRMxqeCjKjIU5H6V1c7VmzYDCV2QXiuzwZLAQCMhDbmVpz1YIxx28z-NP50MFBjP-oQLbu2nvc_eSKauL1lfFSlK33ae3pm3kwpPUIc3DbcLzD9rKCrsL9e_nKUFm84ZjZfZsvDA4m/s1600/_DSC1854+Copy+BW.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpruRMxqeCjKjIU5H6V1c7VmzYDCV2QXiuzwZLAQCMhDbmVpz1YIxx28z-NP50MFBjP-oQLbu2nvc_eSKauL1lfFSlK33ae3pm3kwpPUIc3DbcLzD9rKCrsL9e_nKUFm84ZjZfZsvDA4m/s1600/_DSC1854+Copy+BW.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpruRMxqeCjKjIU5H6V1c7VmzYDCV2QXiuzwZLAQCMhDbmVpz1YIxx28z-NP50MFBjP-oQLbu2nvc_eSKauL1lfFSlK33ae3pm3kwpPUIc3DbcLzD9rKCrsL9e_nKUFm84ZjZfZsvDA4m/s1600/_DSC1854+Copy+BW.jpg"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">We are happy.</span></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-73394392062676103662010-10-22T20:20:00.004-06:002010-10-22T22:32:29.562-06:00she's a runnerCaroline has been running with school teams <span style="font-size:85%;">[Wasatch Junior]</span> for the past yearish. I'd see her on the occasional Saturday run but thought nothing of it. I should have foreseen her potential when she starting running with Spencer.<br /><br />This year she is a 9th grader, which means she can compete at the high school <span style="font-size:85%;">[Skyline High]</span> level. Caroline has been consistently placing quite well in meets. But on Wednesday Caroline ran at THE state cross country meet in Sugarhouse Park. The mother of all races.<br /><br />5 years ago Wes also ran at this race. I went to see him. It was brutal. They had guys on oxygen, guys throwing up, guys passing out... It was brutal. But Wes looked quite nice in his spandex uniform.<br /><br />I didn't get to see Caroline race this year. But hello! She came in 2nd! Not 2nd in her age category, not 2nd from her school, 2nd IN THE WHOLE RACE! She beat all those big bad seniors, juniors, and sophmores! Caroline actually passed this girl in the picture, 839, the number one girl runner from Skyline. Not any more! <span style="font-size:130%;">Muahahah!</span><br /><br />I'll be honest. Did not know she was this good.<br /><br />Caroline. 838. Doesn't she just look like a running Weiler? Blonde blonde hair, red face, skinny arms and skinny legs. I'm in a class right now where we learn how to write training programs for athletes. I have taken it upon myself to train Caroline. She doesn't know this yet.<br /><br />You go girl. You go.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwrXuu9C71zdMfoLt0czMFDu8_z6MHfob95t3KzZENnuD6V-P-JwYB8t-aBK-aGBTQztG9l6eG3U7ZYjTKNmm3qWbPsUfN47KSBmkq_02LpwCDp7aqBCLOpUAz-E7H-6MYR8TlhulxHYN/s1600/caroline.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwrXuu9C71zdMfoLt0czMFDu8_z6MHfob95t3KzZENnuD6V-P-JwYB8t-aBK-aGBTQztG9l6eG3U7ZYjTKNmm3qWbPsUfN47KSBmkq_02LpwCDp7aqBCLOpUAz-E7H-6MYR8TlhulxHYN/s400/caroline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531062036885299026" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-15592506773381940482010-10-20T11:10:00.003-06:002010-10-20T11:26:42.268-06:00checkpointsWes and I are enjoying <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(read surviving)</span> the busy life. <div><br /></div><div>I can totally buy the whole "joy in the journey thing" but sometimes you just have to live in a series of checkpoints. It is the mentality that settles in towards the end of a journey. <div><br /></div><div>Today marks half way through the semester. We have both had our moments of feeling completely overwhelmed with school, work and callings. Luckily, our moments don't usually overlap, so the other person is available to say "toughen up and get your homework done." </div></div><div><br /></div><div>As of today I have 43 days left at Teacher Education. I've been at this job since my first day of school as a freshman. I figure I've logged roughly 1,000 days at this desk. </div><div><br /></div><div>The next large checkpoint is student teaching. I should be getting my placement assignment any day. Then there is the Praxis test in January and then the ultimate check of all checkpoints, graduation! </div><div><br /></div><div>Will I miss my job? Did you when you left your part-time dead end job? Don't hate this place, but sure don't love it right now. I think I'll go make a paper chain with 43 links. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-56717787444206010982010-10-11T08:19:00.006-06:002010-10-11T08:26:44.099-06:00wedding pics<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">5 months after isn't too late to post about our wedding... right?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Click on our faces to the left. "We Got Married" will take you to some highlights of May 8, 2010. Then click on </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Slideshow</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> to see pictures with commentary.</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(You may have to adjust the time, 3 seconds is simply not enough for each picture!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-11367180461512932172010-10-03T18:48:00.004-06:002010-10-03T18:53:30.937-06:00sister blog<div style="text-align: center;">Hey hey hey everybody!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Little sister Rachel has a blog. Check it out by clicking on this beautiful face of hers.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rachelrweiler.blogspot.com/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbLXev3HwvDM8WO0AvJdl3vNZRIvuLOvs6cG2BlSb26y8gdukqyL5QwJHShrp3pTycHLZfZ_s5xJomD8D9zTQmUrSDKQYJpoz8xICzi9gGY_Cc1N47lufTXcHLtaLRSFLnxlwLn4Wf4Szu/s400/_DSC3478+BW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523986826175626802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Good stuff.<br /></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-58458636621115448012010-09-24T14:55:00.002-06:002010-09-24T14:56:33.360-06:00almost there<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Today I was officially cleared for graduation.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">April 22, 2011. I'm. Done. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Then what?</span></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-53385597303427518662010-09-15T18:20:00.007-06:002010-09-15T18:53:34.374-06:00Yo Yo Yo Semite!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLBWEkgk4nMDghM_QlVsGCfSDOdzfF6ZqCblNOiw9Jo1ghEVsY3pf3QSjOM33Mrx2oQaNfElegzOcrJQFHF34rGRjRavQ84ipOPT8WqqM4thT2rFfgtXwHa5yc03OSZC88v5o4PxbU9FU/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLBWEkgk4nMDghM_QlVsGCfSDOdzfF6ZqCblNOiw9Jo1ghEVsY3pf3QSjOM33Mrx2oQaNfElegzOcrJQFHF34rGRjRavQ84ipOPT8WqqM4thT2rFfgtXwHa5yc03OSZC88v5o4PxbU9FU/s400/IMG_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517306612574937474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm turning into one of those bloggers. You know the kind. The kind that only posts every other month. We all dislike them. And I can say that because we know they aren't going to touch their blogs and somehow end up reading this.<br /><br />On the other hand, despite my lack of blogging, I've managed to keep up quite well on everyone else. So. Maybe I am offending some bloggers on my blog list. Hmm. Well, if under your blog reads more than a month, blog for us!<br /><br />Either way I have a lot to catch up on. We'll start about a month ago with our adventure to Yosemite. My family decided to hike Half Dome. Half Dome is <span style="font-size:130%;">THE</span> hike of Yosemite National Park. Its popular. Its dangerous. Its breath-taking. Its brutal.<br /><br />We started hiking around 6:00am. Spotted a black bear in a tree literally feet above our heads. Can you say bad omen? The climb started on a steep but paved path. This lasted about 1/2 mile before we hit dirt and then a series of gorgeous waterfalls. The elevation gain from here on out was crazy. I was so not in shape, and it was so too late.<br /><br />We hiked about 8.5 miles <span style="font-style: italic;">in</span> (substitute <span style="font-style: italic;">up</span>) before we hit the sub-dome. This mound consisted of switchbacks for about 30-45 minutes before cresting and Half Dome came into view. The last haul is literally that, hauling your body up wire cables. The surface of the dome was unexpectedly steep and slick. Wes insisted on being behind me so if I fell, then I would take him out too and we'd die together.<br /><br />The view was SPEC-TAC-U-LAR. Dare I say totally worth it?<br /><br />Which was worse, coming up or going down? My thighs say going up. My knees say going down. The pound pound pound (thousands of times) got really old, really quick. I was sore for 4 days after this adventure. Curse you lactic acid and enzyme systems!<br /><br />We added a rock to our collection. We always pull one of the summit of a cool hike. The collection has even made it to our living room coffee table. Good conversation starter.<br /><br />Feast your eyes. Leave a comment telling us how awesome we are.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEujWA-KiRFi7f4XR6wW7om1oM4z6rQPZZVjH694m7IzyMXf0htqxEyT37KhawRTmItUkjr_cZSiCcYLwjXmq-s-UrrfIqK1m6Kcv09Y2zDW8kk891uD82lgWJjgCEqzzy2ax7eE18t_d/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEujWA-KiRFi7f4XR6wW7om1oM4z6rQPZZVjH694m7IzyMXf0htqxEyT37KhawRTmItUkjr_cZSiCcYLwjXmq-s-UrrfIqK1m6Kcv09Y2zDW8kk891uD82lgWJjgCEqzzy2ax7eE18t_d/s400/IMG_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517306651623841858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DUlIXbp3_cywgoFY_uHhapjMtvhYL_MKDStAcChRR4SHC9RpB-I7qi3QlLsvl5ZMZffsXuSFXFeB2dvi1kpIQvSnpFjZI8ZVbddIT2U1ed1j7B6FEBzptCBw4ajLU2ROG4ZNdpDxBhN0/s1600/IMG_0307.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DUlIXbp3_cywgoFY_uHhapjMtvhYL_MKDStAcChRR4SHC9RpB-I7qi3QlLsvl5ZMZffsXuSFXFeB2dvi1kpIQvSnpFjZI8ZVbddIT2U1ed1j7B6FEBzptCBw4ajLU2ROG4ZNdpDxBhN0/s400/IMG_0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517306659038603074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9A5PO2zn5GN49CeZ6jTvt0F1OTtyAgQRGzX6gwyKyuFPNri9oMbH-aXWp_7Sp5LR01Y5w2SaN_4cvRgnjWu5ZibUkp3QdmnFoX5cdtED4VTtLFAqimvmUpCHp5ATDbVvECA5OBQcCSWr9/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9A5PO2zn5GN49CeZ6jTvt0F1OTtyAgQRGzX6gwyKyuFPNri9oMbH-aXWp_7Sp5LR01Y5w2SaN_4cvRgnjWu5ZibUkp3QdmnFoX5cdtED4VTtLFAqimvmUpCHp5ATDbVvECA5OBQcCSWr9/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517306630518012946" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Can you see the cable trail on the second dome? Its a little white line.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVTvRlm0_0jHJ4tBTD9LgWrVTMB_OojdX1Gq3QDZdYbMtckXTsZYnrsFaykZSOHOof6UDS9ZdcAOW0_l4ErkRSo6YVr-WQWKodsknh-sBd3u6nQFjLraB8XfPCCGfP79VnMk5fh7m38ze/s1600/IMG_0298.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVTvRlm0_0jHJ4tBTD9LgWrVTMB_OojdX1Gq3QDZdYbMtckXTsZYnrsFaykZSOHOof6UDS9ZdcAOW0_l4ErkRSo6YVr-WQWKodsknh-sBd3u6nQFjLraB8XfPCCGfP79VnMk5fh7m38ze/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517306622944406850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qqjBQqfGytZCZmx4UtCo9l-MMP1LlGnBrPZ7rcF1v1BASFCLxukb4ULCmjiFDErQXiS5Vv9xUUhMLC4AJVIBvXune8sPVQcnfo1NlzNrr7VYiyWPAmO7phyUC74PJn7BoP4FX21FHxG9/s1600/IMG_0534.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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Our decision to live at Wymount came at sort of a "Quick! Let's grab a cheap apartment!" moment. Although we weren't crazy about living at "the bunny hill" we found that Wymount had a few things going for it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Close to campus.</span> We save gas and get our excercise by biking to school/work every day. Not to mention we don't ever have to worry about parking/BYU ticket nazis. In the winter when I student teach, Wes can still get to and from school and I can have the car.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cheap.</span> Also difficult to find a DECENT apartment in Provo for under 600.00. Now I know I shouldn't be complaining (all you "back East" people) but our budget struggles. Our 2 bedroom Wymount apartment 615.00, utilities included.<br /><br />Ok, so those are pretty much the only good reasons to live at Wymount. And we figure, our first apartment can be the worst because we are just married and so in love and it doesn't really matter where we live. That's what we keep telling ourselves. Well, that's what I keep telling myself. Wymount sometimes feels like "Whyme?mount."<br /><br />Nevertheless, we have tried to make the best of our cinder block, industrial warehouse carpet, fluorescent lighting, 40 year old plumbing situation. And so I'll show you a few things we have done to improve the situation.<br /><br />{Problem 1} Everything looks like a barren prison. Especially the front doors. Hard to know if an apartment is occupied or not.<br /><br />{Resolution} Do something obvious. We bought a welcome mat, put a hook on our door (which we'll never use, but still helps with the welcoming effect) and a giant orange magnetic flower.<br /><br />{Problem 2} The lighting. The lighting is terrible, even when we replaced all the light bulbs with uber wattage ones.<br /><br />{Resolution} We bought a few extra lamps for the office. However, the bedroom was still dingy. So we placed 9 1' x 1' square mirrors on the wall opposite the window to reflect light. They work great and are so stylishly modern if I do say so myself.<br /><br />{Problem 3} The blinds. I really don't like the blinds in each of the rooms. They are just so... blah. Functional yes. Eye candy no.<br /><br />{Resolution} Tear them down and replace with cute IKEA curtains. We found a silver curtain rod from Home Depot (thank you gift card). It works great. Then we cut the curtains down to fit our window.<br />We bunched them all up for a layered effect that looks so much better, and gives some privacy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEKRlOLbKx6FdbJ2OSv-lf0qS6rv9WXrNE6abKBxzZkLTK8DLeBaHzLXmhfgD2Y5npU4lee8NHBD2wLng_XCV5ls8wgh2ciZkvR3_QSxq-TztcUMcInamUKSsCTl9_4m1RKZa9wCgu7_Y/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEKRlOLbKx6FdbJ2OSv-lf0qS6rv9WXrNE6abKBxzZkLTK8DLeBaHzLXmhfgD2Y5npU4lee8NHBD2wLng_XCV5ls8wgh2ciZkvR3_QSxq-TztcUMcInamUKSsCTl9_4m1RKZa9wCgu7_Y/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511791058134142770" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />{Problem 4} The heat. Wymount is without air conditioning. I know. Can you believe it?!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">{Resolution} Have a good husband who is faithful about home teaching. He will go the first time and return with a free AC unit. Then have him build and install a frame to hold the unit in the bedroom window. I don't think you are technically supposed to do this because you have to pull the screens out... but we don't care. Shhhh. And don't we think that Wes could totally pull off the Ty Pennington thing?<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoETkYhZpUNY92XmYouqHJnWWo3E5rgRZux0wdU_QGbUHCVaMrSJjMC94sJmKKgRxbgXwBFa31Oa1bY0P74gd45OW9JUxYRtPhCbOL0_aoyopYirKZjTWZ-qNbIg6713e_o2oFme5w9pdr/s1600/IMG_0467.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoETkYhZpUNY92XmYouqHJnWWo3E5rgRZux0wdU_QGbUHCVaMrSJjMC94sJmKKgRxbgXwBFa31Oa1bY0P74gd45OW9JUxYRtPhCbOL0_aoyopYirKZjTWZ-qNbIg6713e_o2oFme5w9pdr/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511791248245931586" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />{Problem 5} The lack of sheet rock.<br /><br />{Resolution} Wymount puts in up to 4 anchors in the cinderblock in each room. The catch is, they don't take them out. Ever. So we are stuck with anchors from the couple that lived here 20 years ago (and terrible placement I might add!) We have resorted to command strips. Wes has become the king of command strips. I think just about everything in our apartment is hanging<br />on one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEYifbtMJwjbUNteka6lHv6MFnw9uxujBgYWJyf1LE5Eb-f0wdL2jG9lpOU8A6dzgTPntPFq264G-PBybUfFhNTAAEKJaQ2_aU_DywACG1USMYPkFdOE6CQeHe6KoM6gLxa9NAUuPLnve/s1600/IMG_0473.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEYifbtMJwjbUNteka6lHv6MFnw9uxujBgYWJyf1LE5Eb-f0wdL2jG9lpOU8A6dzgTPntPFq264G-PBybUfFhNTAAEKJaQ2_aU_DywACG1USMYPkFdOE6CQeHe6KoM6gLxa9NAUuPLnve/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511795211942682194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The place looks so much better! We're grateful for our home and I shouldn't bash it so much because the ward makes up for it. We have really great neighbors. And as a Relief Society, we always try to collectively be grateful for Wymount in the "Good News/Missionary Moment/I'm grateful for minute" every Sunday.Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478975322025423516.post-52751761864949974882010-08-11T10:49:00.003-06:002010-08-11T10:56:51.294-06:00Spence<b>Seems like my brother is always up to some insane physical "become one with the wild" adventure. Here is an excerpt from his latest. </b><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Gannett IAD (in a day) Story:<br /><br />Gannett Peak: Highest Point in Wyoming: 13804 ft, 40 miles, 20,000 feet elevation change.<br />Usually done as a 3-5 day backpacking trip. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We took off from Elkhart meadows trailhead around 4:30 am after it rained all night. We were afraid it wasn't going to happen with the bad weather, but sure enough it cleared up. We made really good progress for the first 15 miles, passing quite a few campsites through ups and downs, but not really gaining too much vertical. We stopped every hour or so to both refill and empty our dual bladders, and tried to eat lots of calories, though the jarring of the trail caused our stomachs to heave. I had a headache by about mile 10, but luckily my friend Mr. Excedrin pulled through for me with 800 mg of pain relief. The weather was off and on, raining a little but nothing worth turning back for. I ate 2 packages of peperoni, 2 Hostess fruit pies, 4 packages of crackers, 2 salmon packets, 4 bagels, 4 power bars, 3 snickers, 4 string cheeses, and a bag of nuts plus 12 liters of water the whole day.<br /><br />We hit Titcomb Basin, which is a beautiful valley of lakes with pristine, jagged peaks all around(see sarcastic video) around mile 16 and just had to make up to Bonney Pass, a wicked steep climb either on loose boulders or soft slushy snow. We split it 50%, 2 to the snow and 2 to the rocks. At this point, Steve, who hadn't been training quite as much as he should have in order to do this horrible murder run, started to fall behind. The other 3 of us hit the top of the pass(see other video in next email) while he was only half way. We were a little worried, but decided to take off without him. We slid down other side of the pass on our stomachs via snow and then crossed the first glacier on somewhat unstable snow. We then started up the mountain proper and found ourselves at the crux of the climb, the bergshrund. This is where the glacier has separated itself from the mountain and so a huge crevasse forms and is impassable late in the season. Luckily we made it over it as there was a short vertical snow bridge that passed over it. Soon enough we were on top, 8:15 hours later. We met another group attempting a 24 hour push. They had left the parking lot at 11 pm the night before, for a fairly ridiculous time of 13 hours. They felt good about themselves till we got there, having beaten them by 5 hours. We tried not to rub it in.<br /><br />The hike out was, well, awful. While crossing the glacier a hailstorm came in. Steve had just summited and was now almost an hour behind us. Greg almost fell into a crevasse and lightning struck nearby. We arrived back at the top of Bonney pass unscathed but fairly ready to puke. The last 15 miles was just mental. Run when you can, walk the flat, crawl the uphill. We were hoping to make it out before dark, but the headlamps came out about 9 pm, and we finished an hour later at 10 pm, 17:14 hours and 40+ miles later. Steve came in an hour after at 18:30. He said the other 24 hour group was quite a bit behind, so they didn't make it unfortunately. All in all it was an awesome experience and one that we will remember for a long time. Very hard and long. Greg, who runs 100 milers, said that Gannett seemed almost as hard as lots of 75 mile runs he's done because of the vert. Fun stuff. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b>I just had to share. I'll never be as cool as Spence. Or as crazy.</b></div>Rebecca Burninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00312965386874345803noreply@blogger.com3