<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709</id><updated>2012-02-02T20:26:09.728-07:00</updated><category term='A good &quot;Hey Jude&quot; rendition'/><category term='Costa Rica'/><category term='Come on'/><category term='you all know the drill.'/><title type='text'>Dreamin' of California</title><subtitle type='html'>Mike, Paige and Ben</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-9112066317990678340</id><published>2011-10-24T08:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:10:58.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zishies!</title><content type='html'>We took ben to the aquarium this last week.  His first time ever!  He was a little unsure at first, but by the end I would ask what he saw that day and his eyes would get wide and he would say "zishies"!  No 'f' sound yet, but he gets it.  It was so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/24/893.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/24/s_893.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Brooks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Living%20Planet%20Aquarium&amp;z=10'&gt;Living Planet Aquarium&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-9112066317990678340?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9112066317990678340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=9112066317990678340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/9112066317990678340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/9112066317990678340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/zishies.html' title='Zishies!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-6383762053621094681</id><published>2011-09-14T08:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:03:17.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben is 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Better late than never.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man is growing so fast!  We had a great day and thanks to everyone who thought of Ben on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110444334815335537897/PaigeAndMikeBurgin?authkey=Gv1sRgCPW0kovUve_9hAE#5652221687745476226'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-uj3NoAHIzQ8/TnC5raHT9oI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lQyVOEJnHXw/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was excited for his big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110444334815335537897/PaigeAndMikeBurgin?authkey=Gv1sRgCPW0kovUve_9hAE#5652221709718437570'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-f-xIpw-QgQE/TnC5sr-EvsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Qo2_PC_2aM0/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110444334815335537897/PaigeAndMikeBurgin?authkey=Gv1sRgCPW0kovUve_9hAE#5652221726308449170'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kdqrDLEI9ws/TnC5tpxcO5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/h6xVk5uIduo/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110444334815335537897/PaigeAndMikeBurgin?authkey=Gv1sRgCPW0kovUve_9hAE#5652221732582188850'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-rfo7t4qa5AQ/TnC5uBJN5zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AB0ot_GIA5k/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy that he belongs to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-6383762053621094681?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6383762053621094681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=6383762053621094681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6383762053621094681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6383762053621094681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2011/09/ben-is-1.html' title='Ben is 1!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-uj3NoAHIzQ8/TnC5raHT9oI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lQyVOEJnHXw/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-5657486140642961293</id><published>2011-07-05T15:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:34:05.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love it When We're Cruisin' Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate to start a blog post with "A couple of months ago..." but....A couple of months ago, Me and Mike decided that we needed to take some time to ourselves before all the craziness that is our lives took over and we end of missing our chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As sort of a last minute thing, we booked a cruise and headed out on a Caribbean Adventure.  It was an adventure in more ways than one, for sure.  Neither of us had been on a cruise before.  And the one thing that gave me the most anxiety (and I mean major anxiety, so much so that I wasn't excited until we were pretty much at the port waiting to get on the boat) was that I was leaving Ben for more than one evening.  But I did it and we had a wonderful time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our cruise stopped in Jamaica and I have always wanted to visit there, I am glad I did, but I don't think I will go back.  It was kind of like I had to experience it once and I did it.  One thing that I have always wanted to do was go on a zip line.  Mike had been once and I was always so bummed that I wasn't there, so that is the first thing we did in Jamaica.  I wish I had pics to prove that I did it, but I can't find them on my computer, so no pics of Jamaica.  I am OK with it, though, cuz the next stop was my fave and I pretty much didn't care about Jamaica anymore once I saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n02V4iCSyTE/ThOJK_r5KjI/AAAAAAAABTU/PtX5Ouw_hm0/s400/IMG_0745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Cayman Islands: Tortuga, Grand Cayman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gApI7NuYoU/ThOJKy0ENLI/AAAAAAAABTM/FOE7CRklaos/s400/IMG_0749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The water was turquoise!  I don't think I have ever seen water so clear!  While we were there we had some run ins with a few different wild animals.  Some things that we saw were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtXKPSMMTQk/ThOJKokOX9I/AAAAAAAABTE/ycWpeHcwemY/s400/IMG_0728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talking birds (and biting ants, while we were talking to the birds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DONby5K5jz8/ThOJKRuJQMI/AAAAAAAABS8/ZkMIC2hhmpg/s400/IMG_0739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slap-Happy sting rays.  Mike was feeding some sting rays when one basically jumped up and slapped him in the face with its stinger.  If you look closely, you can see the welt on his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgpTxrAUDeo/ThOJKD56TTI/AAAAAAAABS0/pReEBsy1oWg/s400/IMG_0734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best thing we did was play with these dolphins.  We were able to swim with them.  They gave us kisses and we gave them belly rubs and they performed tricks with us in the water.  That was something I have always wanted to do and I am so glad that I was able to have that experience with Mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now month into our new adventure.  It feels like it has been a year, but before I know it I will be saying I can't believe the time is almost over.  I can't wait to see him again and until then I am holding on to the fun things we have been able to do together, and our wonderful son who keeps me on my toes.  He knows his "dada" and gets excited to see him and talk to him.  We are so proud of Mike and the things he does for our family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHBN5RpN-Xw/ThON5K4Gr0I/AAAAAAAABTc/rq5zCBNv2Q8/s400/IMG_0743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-5657486140642961293?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5657486140642961293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=5657486140642961293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5657486140642961293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5657486140642961293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-it-when-were-cruisin-together.html' title='I Love it When We&apos;re Cruisin&apos; Together'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n02V4iCSyTE/ThOJK_r5KjI/AAAAAAAABTU/PtX5Ouw_hm0/s72-c/IMG_0745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-3833679223279867383</id><published>2011-06-14T12:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T11:13:52.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerobics Class Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;As of late, I have been regularly attending Zumba and Latin Jam classes at my local gym.  They are great classes! They are high energy, lots of fun, and the teacher is a full on maniac!  I  mean seriously, if a spastic, Latin woman, with wild, long, curly hair and a rockin' bod teaching a latin-ish dance class doesn't motivate you to lose a few elbees, then I don't think anything will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Well, apparently, I am not the only Kaysvillite that is motivated by this instructor.  By the time the class starts, there are about 40 women in the average sized aerobics room, trying to get their work out on.  This is where the etiquette comes in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;When you enter an aerobics room, I understand that it might be a little intimidating.  Especially if you are going it alone (like me).  As you walk toward any particular wall to set down your water bottle, you think to yourself "there is now way I am going to take a place in the middle of the room and you can forget about going up to the front near the teacher!  So, I guess I will just stand right here!"  Now, what is the problem, you ask?  Well, the problem is that there are already three other women that have had the same thought as you and now there is a cluster of women all trying to workout in the same 2 ft square space.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Which leads me to my next point.  Find a window people!  Even if the room is crowded, odds are good that you can move over just a foot  or so to avoid standing directly in front of the person behind you.  She probably wants to be able to see the instructor some of the time, and maybe once or twice take a look at herself in the mirror, just to make sure that when she is doing these latin steps (salsa, anyone?) that she isn't making a fool out of herself, or at least just making a tiny fool of herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Next don't!  Don't stand within arms length of your neighbor and then decide that even though the step requires you to move side to side, that you will just do the steps in place.  If you do this, your neighbor WILL run in to you!  I guarantee it!  And she may or may not feel bad about it.  To refer back to my previous point, stand in a window!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Now this next one, you will only find in Utah.  I completely understand trying to lose weight after having a baby.  I also understand the struggle of trying to find ways to work out if there is no one available to watch your child.  But please, young mothers, do not, I repeat, DO NOT, bring your infant to class with in you in his/her infant carrier and just leave them along the wall next to a speaker (FYI-the music isn't lullaby worthy), with a bottle propped up on a blanket (that&lt;b&gt; will&lt;/b&gt; end up getting kicked out of said carrier and on to the disgusting sweat and dirt covered floor) and tell yourself they will just cry it out!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Now, I know I am not the only one out there that feels the same way, so aerobics goers unite!  And pass this message along!  Power to the People!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;    &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;    &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-3833679223279867383?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3833679223279867383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=3833679223279867383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3833679223279867383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3833679223279867383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/aerobics-class-etiquette.html' title='Aerobics Class Etiquette'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-8011493264249263311</id><published>2011-04-15T13:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:44:56.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's true. We are indeed back in Utah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And while I am thrilled to be here, our journey back was quite the adventure. There are certain reasons I always tell Mike that I will NEVER drive through Donner's Pass anytime from October to April! But yet there we were, heading out of California, in March, in the middle of a, quite literally: blinding, rainstorm. And yes, when one reaches a certain elevation, rain inevitably turns to snow and we ended up right in the middle of the reason that I don't want to make said drive. And to make the trip even more awesome, soon enough, we were stopped on I-80 with snow piling up all around us. But I tried to be positive, for sure traffic was just backed up cuz of the weather and we would be on our way in no time. Here is the view from my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xxr5PVLVfRA/TaiiJ6V8yhI/AAAAAAAABSY/BX-NkGRZ1ZM/s1600/snow%2Bstorm%2Btahoe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595900828171684370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xxr5PVLVfRA/TaiiJ6V8yhI/AAAAAAAABSY/BX-NkGRZ1ZM/s400/snow%2Bstorm%2Btahoe.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here is our adventure in numbers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Interstate 80&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 gigantic snowstorm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 hours not moving on the freeway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 diaper changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 bottles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 girls needing a bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I started to think crazy astronaut lady wasn't so crazy after all-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adult diapers-wise, not crazy stalker-wise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 girls needing a nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 inches of snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 audio books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 set of tire chains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1/2 set lost somewhere along the way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;45 car pile-up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24 hours total in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(split between 2 days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all that time, we eventually started moving (Wahoo!) and I was psyched to plow through the snow in my little car that was equipped with snow chains, only that wasn't the case. The mean men turned us around! (Boo!) We had to go back the way we came and try it again the next day. We spent the night in Sacramento and took a different route the next day. We still needed chains and at a high speed of thirty miles an hour, lets just say that we were in for a looooong day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as I mentioned before, we made it. At 1 am we pulled in to Kaysville. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now here we are. I have had a blast this past month hanging out with my little man, and as this picture would suggest, he loves hanging out with me! Or, maybe he just loves being outside. Either way, we are doing it together and I am loving every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOw_3g5b1Hs/TaiiJq27pII/AAAAAAAABSQ/oALAG-c-mCU/s1600/benjamin%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595900824015053954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOw_3g5b1Hs/TaiiJq27pII/AAAAAAAABSQ/oALAG-c-mCU/s400/benjamin%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little man will be 9 months tomorrow. I can't believe how time flies. He is rolling everywhere and has just gotten the hang of army crawling. In fact, yesterday I was in the kitchen and he was in the family room and I suddenly heard his little hands pulling himself across the wood floor to the kitchen and as soon as he got there, he rolled over and was content to play with a nearby waterbottle at my feet. He just makes me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkRJsDOgbvU/TaiiJs0HxEI/AAAAAAAABSI/CPD7q_k32Zc/s1600/benjamin%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595900824540136514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkRJsDOgbvU/TaiiJs0HxEI/AAAAAAAABSI/CPD7q_k32Zc/s400/benjamin%2B2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are you smiling, too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-8011493264249263311?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8011493264249263311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=8011493264249263311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8011493264249263311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8011493264249263311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And So It Goes'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xxr5PVLVfRA/TaiiJ6V8yhI/AAAAAAAABSY/BX-NkGRZ1ZM/s72-c/snow%2Bstorm%2Btahoe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-1427954017930164322</id><published>2011-02-22T15:24:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:27:26.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, folks, the time has come to say goodbye (for a season) to California, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the land of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taquerias (on every corner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;redwood forests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;year round farmer's markets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, consequently, fresh flowers and produce all year long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = b /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;The 2010 World Series Champions (&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Giants&lt;/span&gt;, if you were wondering)&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;th&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;e beach&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;new friends&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;70 degree weather in January, and February, and March, and...well, you get the idea&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;on average an hour commute&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;asians*&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;paying rent&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;the birthplace of our son&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not a racist thing, just a silicon valley thing-if you live here, you know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;This last year and a half has been great and as I walked down main street Campbell the other day I started to feel a little sad. I have such wonderful memories of this place. Our lives changed forever while we lived in our tiny one bedroom apartment, and it will always be a special place to me and Mike. And as I sit here trying to figure out what to take to Utah and what to put in storage, I am happy to be returning to good old K-Town, but sad at the same time because our reason for moving back is an unfortunate one.&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;Mike is being deployed this summer and although he doesn't leave until June, the deployment is looming in the back of my mind (and has been for quite some time) and it is even more real to me now that we are actually making accomodations for the time that he is gone.&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;With that said, he doesn't leave until June, so for the next couple of months we will be able to spend time together and enjoy time with our friends and family.&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;Now that I have that off my chest, I am looking forward and getting excited to spend my time with Ben, and not in an office. Yes that is right, I am not going to work when I return to Utah. I have been looking forward to this day since I found out I pregnant! Who knows if I will end up going back to work one day, but for now I am going to welcome all the fun adventures that await me and Ben.&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;And so, without further ado, here's to Utah,&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;the land of&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;LDS churches (on every corner)&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;CAFE RIO&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;the salt lake bees&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;cougs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt; &lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;old friends&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;red rock (brewery and land formations)&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;sunday dinner with family&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;the dear old brown and gold&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;4 seasons&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;the famous 4th of july parade and fireworks&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;mormons&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;the birthplace of our family&lt;/b:skin&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To those new friends we made while living here, you will be missed. Make sure to call when you visit family in the Beehive state. And keep those blogs updated (and I vow to be better at updating mine)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-1427954017930164322?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1427954017930164322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=1427954017930164322' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1427954017930164322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1427954017930164322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/next-chapter.html' title='The Next Chapter'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-3977575991086471786</id><published>2011-02-08T09:47:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:24:52.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = b /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = data /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;As Valentine's Day approaches, I thought I would take the time to share with you some things in my life that I love (and that might surprise you).&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;Just some of my personal faves!&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;I love glasses, drinking, not eye. Just the look of them. I love all different varieties. Fancy and simple. Classy and cheesy. Clear, green, yellow, blue. etc. I can't wait until I can put glass front cabinets in my kitchen and load them up with glasses! I love shopping for glasses and giving them as gifts! Every time we have moved, my glasses are the first to be unpacked, and I actually love pulling warm glasses out of the dishwasher and putting them back in the cabinet.&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;Now-the strange thing about this obsession (as if the obsession itself isn't strange enough) is that I don't really like drinking out of glass glasses. I prefer to drink out of plastic cups.&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TVGY5mTqwUI/AAAAAAAABRE/uNyDwP9tCMM/s1600/anthro%2Bglasses2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571402329337020738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TVGY5mTqwUI/AAAAAAAABRE/uNyDwP9tCMM/s400/anthro%2Bglasses2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Courtesy of &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)" href="http://www.housebeautiful.com/"&gt;House Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell of greenhouses. I would always jump at the chance to go flower shopping with my mom. I love the way it feels inside a green house. The dampness in the air and the smell. I just can't get over the smell. Sometimes when I get to work in the morning and get out of my car, it smells like a greenhouse. I love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TVGYLD4p8yI/AAAAAAAABQs/MLKBgBQdgOg/s1600/greenhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571401529822933794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TVGYLD4p8yI/AAAAAAAABQs/MLKBgBQdgOg/s400/greenhouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;On the topic of smells, I love the way my son's breath smells. I can't describe it with words, I just do. At first I thought it was just a newborn thing, so I drank it in thinking that one day it would go away, but so far it hasn't (and I know it will, so I continue to drink it in). I could write an entire blog on how good Ben smells, and maybe one day I will, but there is just something about the purity of a baby that smells so good!&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TVGYL1iNWJI/AAAAAAAABQ8/VcRNC63rJTU/s1600/photo%252814%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571401543150557330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TVGYL1iNWJI/AAAAAAAABQ8/VcRNC63rJTU/s400/photo%252814%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;I love organizing. A good sized closet makes me weak in the knees. Unfortunately the last couple years have left me with limited closet space and I find myself dreaming of &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)" href="http://www.containerstore.com/welcome.htm"&gt;The Container Store&lt;/a&gt;, and the wonderful things I could do if I were let loose in there. Right now, as we are facing yet another round of packing things up and moving them to storage, or to my parents house, I am giddy because I will just &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to go out and buy some more clear bins to put things in. They just stack so nicely and I can see what is in them. &lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;I love this little office nook. Living in small apartments makes me crave organized space-and I know, those of you that have been to my home are probably wondering who is actually writing this, but I swear, it's me! And one day, I will have a space like this in my house.&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TVGYLjADxEI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-k9B9jRp1QY/s1600/organized%2Boffice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571401538175484994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TVGYLjADxEI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-k9B9jRp1QY/s400/organized%2Boffice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Courtesy of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)" href="http://www.womansday.com/Articles/Home/Home-Organization/Unclutter-Your-Home-Office.html"&gt;Woman's Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is very odd, but I love my sense of smell. As I was thinking about all the things I love in my life, a lot of them had to do with scent. For example, I have already listed two, but I love libraries and library books because of the way they smell. I love Mike's cologne. And I love that a certain scent can bring back a river of memories, and I LOVE memories! :) So there you have it folks. I will spare you a picture of a large nose, but before I sign off, I want to list the obvious things that I love, just cuz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality TV&lt;br /&gt;diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;pickles, popscicles, and potato chips&lt;br /&gt;sunflower Seeds&lt;br /&gt;a good chick flick&lt;br /&gt;flip-flops&lt;br /&gt;driving with the windows down&lt;br /&gt;pedicures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;a good book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;good food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;when I try a new recipe and it actually tastes good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to know more about the things I love, refer to &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)" href="http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-those-of-you-whose-e-mail-i-do-not.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, I love, love, love Mike and Ben! I love spending time with them and look so forward to the weekend, just to run errands together. I love the time that we have had in California and although I find myself incredibly home sick for the familiar things we left behind, I wouldn't trade our time here for anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last thing I love-I love singing this song to Ben at night. I wouldn't consider it a lullaby, but he seems to enjoy it-I think... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, a bushel and a peck!&lt;br /&gt;A bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck!&lt;br /&gt;A hug around the neck, and a barrel and a heap&lt;br /&gt;A barrel and a heap, and I'm talkin' in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;About you.&lt;br /&gt;About you!&lt;br /&gt;About you!&lt;br /&gt;My heart is leapin'!&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble sleepin'!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you, a bushel and a peck&lt;br /&gt;You bet your pretty neck I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-3977575991086471786?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3977575991086471786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=3977575991086471786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3977575991086471786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3977575991086471786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TVGY5mTqwUI/AAAAAAAABRE/uNyDwP9tCMM/s72-c/anthro%2Bglasses2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-7197883276764157716</id><published>2011-01-25T14:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:57:29.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We decided it was time to throw Ben into the deep end of the pool.  Literally.  Well, deep for him anyway.  Mike and I always thought we wanted to start our kids off in the water early to help them be comfortable in the water.  And, apparently it is never too soon to start.  So, a couple of weeks ago we headed to the pool and Ben had his very first swim lesson.  He loved it!  He was giggling and looked so comfortable in the pool.  The pool was heated to 92 degrees, so I am pretty sure I would be comfortable too, but to Ben this was just one big bath tub.  He was so cute the whole time.  He had his little ankles crossed the entire 30 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TT9FxHvLvuI/AAAAAAAABQA/XLywMuh_VVA/s1600/ben%2Bswim%2B2"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566244374646079202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TT9FxHvLvuI/AAAAAAAABQA/XLywMuh_VVA/s400/ben%2Bswim%2B2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TT9FwyzEbHI/AAAAAAAABP4/qf24so8dA_A/s1600/ben%2Bswim"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, recently we started Ben on solid foods.  We gave him some rice cereal first and he did really good with that, so after a week or so, we decided to give him carrots (and other various orange foods).  I think he likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TT9Fwnm8jOI/AAAAAAAABPw/CyCLsFGefJY/s1600/Ben%2Bcereal"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566244366021594338" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TT9Fwnm8jOI/AAAAAAAABPw/CyCLsFGefJY/s400/Ben%2Bcereal" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rice Cereal&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea it takes practice to not get food all over your child's face.  He is actually a clean eater, the person doing the feeding (moi) is an entirely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TT9Fwc75p6I/AAAAAAAABPo/v-1pmL8hfRE/s1600/ben%2Bcarrots"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566244363156694946" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TT9Fwc75p6I/AAAAAAAABPo/v-1pmL8hfRE/s400/ben%2Bcarrots" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carrots!  Yummo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how fast this little guy is growing!  He is still in the 90th percentile in height, which totally baffles me.  I guess he has Papa Ray to thank for that.  And although he looks chubby, he is still only in the 40th percentile in weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He is so much fun these days.&lt;br /&gt;He grabs our faces and gives kisses, he has learned how to scoot, but he only on his back.  He arches his back and pushes off with his feet and he actually moves pretty quick and covers a good amount of space when he is moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has shown interest in the outlets.  I had no idea we would need to baby-proof so soon, but they seem to be all he is interested in and he will scoot himself as close to them as he possibly can and then stretch his little arms as far as they can go, trying to touch it.  A man sitting next to me on the plane the other day said "Oh, just let him touch it.  I promise you that is all the baby-proofing you will need to do.  That shock will ensure that he won't touch it again."&lt;br /&gt;Um, thanks, kind sir, but I don't think I will be taking that route.  Oddly enough, Mike agreed with him (I don't think he was serious, or was he...).  Looks like I might be on my own.  Go ahead, outlets, make my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it has been six months and I don't remember what life was like before Ben.  He has changed our lives so much, and for that, we are extremely grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little side note, the other day we handed him a pickle spear, and he looked at us like we were two crazy, grinning goons expecting him to like this strange thing.  But, being that he is a great kid, he humored us and sucked on it until we took it away after a few minutes.  If I have any say, he will learn to love dill pickles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b:include name="all-head-content" data="blog"&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-7197883276764157716?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7197883276764157716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=7197883276764157716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7197883276764157716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7197883276764157716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-and-water.html' title='Food and Water'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TT9FxHvLvuI/AAAAAAAABQA/XLywMuh_VVA/s72-c/ben%2Bswim%2B2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-9058041888492569643</id><published>2011-01-05T12:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:06:51.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great New Year to You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSTL18N2DwI/AAAAAAAABPI/Cjkm0KpwyXY/s1600/the%2Bfam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSTL18N2DwI/AAAAAAAABPI/Cjkm0KpwyXY/s400/the%2Bfam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558791967639736066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To  ring in the New Year, we decided to jump in the car and head to Morro  Bay, a little beach town about 3 hours south of San Jose.  It was so  much fun, and yes, just as you see in the pictures, it was stormy and  cold, but it just added to the adventure. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We got there on Saturday and the rain was pouring and the wind was  blowing and it was so cold, but we were going to enjoy our time, dang  it!  So out we went.  We met some friends and headed to the beach.  We  made it to a saltwater taffy stand, about 100 feet from the car, and  took shelter there while enjoying some delicious taffy and scalding hot  chocolate (I just got feeling and taste back in my tongue yesterday). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We decided to fore-go the beach and head back to our rooms for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSTL1_BkLAI/AAAAAAAABPA/kKg1GhDRQrU/s1600/me%2Band%2Bmy%2Bman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSTL1_BkLAI/AAAAAAAABPA/kKg1GhDRQrU/s400/me%2Band%2Bmy%2Bman.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558791968393538562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our cell phones couldn't get reception and our TV had a hard time  getting a signal, and the wind was literally howling at the windows, I  started to feel like I was in a really bad slasher movie.  You know, one  of those movies where you find yourself yelling at the stupid damsel!  "Don't go out there!"  or  "Don't open the door!"  or  "He's right  behind you!" &lt;br /&gt;You get the gist.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSTL1-7N4GI/AAAAAAAABO4/O7B6uxTdTMw/s1600/chubby%2Bben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSTL1-7N4GI/AAAAAAAABO4/O7B6uxTdTMw/s400/chubby%2Bben.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558791968366911586" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at that face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am actually grateful for the storm.  We were able to stay inside,  order pizza and just enjoy each others company.  We played a rousing  game of phase 10 followed by good conversation with a huge bag of candy  on the bed and the baby asleep in the closet.  Don't worry, it was a  roomy closet (kind of) and it was dark and it was just while we played  our game and then we put him down in his bed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come on, we aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;people.  Or are we?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we wish you all a merry new year.    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;    &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;    &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-9058041888492569643?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9058041888492569643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=9058041888492569643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/9058041888492569643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/9058041888492569643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-new-year-to-you.html' title='A Great New Year to You!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSTL18N2DwI/AAAAAAAABPI/Cjkm0KpwyXY/s72-c/the%2Bfam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-8334569210834328694</id><published>2011-01-03T14:13:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:49:15.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People All Over the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;    &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;    I would like you to check out the link to an awesome blog, owned and operated by a couple of awesome people.  Really, go on, and click on it!  NOW! (top right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to spread the word to as many people as possible.  My dear friends Paul and Amy are on the road to starting their family, and adoption is such a blessing to all involved, that I want to help as much as I can.    So, here I am, getting the word out.  Please keep your ears perked up for that special person who is looking to place their child in a loving home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the time to check out their blog.  I know they appreciate it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, scroll down for the Burgin Year in Review!&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-8334569210834328694?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8334569210834328694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=8334569210834328694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8334569210834328694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8334569210834328694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/people-all-over-world.html' title='People All Over the World'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-94146545274828394</id><published>2010-12-14T12:27:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:05:42.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Year!   {2010-Year in Pictures}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJKSXZ0csI/AAAAAAAABOQ/K6JXOfNFfKk/s1600/2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJKSXZ0csI/AAAAAAAABOQ/K6JXOfNFfKk/s320/2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558086569509024450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;January&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent this day at the beach, something that is turning into a little tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{I know, the title says "Year in Pictures" but honestly pictures are no fun unless you get the whole story.  It won't be long, just a little background info.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJK1p4Mr3I/AAAAAAAABOY/5rc5BUqQxhE/s1600/redwoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJK1p4Mr3I/AAAAAAAABOY/5rc5BUqQxhE/s320/redwoods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558087175763701618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike and I spent Valentines day on a picnic in a Redwood forest.  It was so neat and so cool-literally, the weather was chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJJOv4kKjI/AAAAAAAABN4/p-_dyoA7D6w/s1600/its_a_boy_greeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJJOv4kKjI/AAAAAAAABN4/p-_dyoA7D6w/s320/its_a_boy_greeting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558085407849327154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later on that month we found out that we were going to be having a baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJJOdUonwI/AAAAAAAABNw/Gl382pyXXSk/s1600/nerds%2Bin%2Bprison.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJJOQssNrI/AAAAAAAABNo/vE3-phxo3i0/s1600/sisters%2Bin%2Bprison.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJJOQssNrI/AAAAAAAABNo/vE3-phxo3i0/s320/sisters%2Bin%2Bprison.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558085399478023858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In March, my sister and her husband came to the Bay Area so Bryan could meet with a couple of clients.  Luckily we got to snatch them up for a couple of days and some time well spent in&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJIjmaqqbI/AAAAAAAABNY/qrpS7ksuibU/s1600/redwoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJIjt28VbI/AAAAAAAABNQ/Db-oNpHi2i8/s1600/sisters%2Bin%2Bprison.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmmmm. . . . . . . .I guess it was a pretty quiet month.  Really, I can't recall something worth mentioning that happened.  Maybe we went to a baseball game.  That is always a good guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJIjvYls4I/AAAAAAAABNI/rBNpOd8Uhsg/s1600/nerds%2Bin%2Bprison.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJG-2T6UCI/AAAAAAAABNA/nEWqpTYUn08/s1600/cali%2Bwith%2Bfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJG-2T6UCI/AAAAAAAABNA/nEWqpTYUn08/s320/cali%2Bwith%2Bfam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558082935673475106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family came out for a visit!  We went to Pebble Beach AND we got to go see Wicked again (after spending hours walking through San Francisco)!   I love love love this show!  and I love love love the company.  Thanks for the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJG-8KvSBI/AAAAAAAABM4/Ez6rjaMhcYI/s1600/wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJG-8KvSBI/AAAAAAAABM4/Ez6rjaMhcYI/s320/wicked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558082937245616146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And from there, we went on our Babymoon.  Although, we weren't alone, I couldn't think of a better couple of people to spend this trip with, who, might I add were also on their baby moon.  Thanks Randles for a good time, and for being pregnant at the same time.  I am pretty sure this trip wouldn't have happened if me and Steph weren't both dying for a vacation and some nice relaxing on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJG-kFiGRI/AAAAAAAABMw/r2shp-rxp9A/s1600/snowcones.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJG-kFiGRI/AAAAAAAABMw/r2shp-rxp9A/s320/snowcones.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558082930781329682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJG-sA5zpI/AAAAAAAABMo/sZx-tEpPBO0/s1600/Hawaii%2B2010%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJG-sA5zpI/AAAAAAAABMo/sZx-tEpPBO0/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558082932909395602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGx0EegOYNM/TSJFkhVEa8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CralB2FJUtU/s1600/mike%2Bin%2Buniform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGx0EegOYNM/TSJFkhVEa8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CralB2FJUtU/s320/mike%2Bin%2Buniform.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558081383852960706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike had to go back to Utah for 2 weeks for Army stuff, and he pretty much looked like this the whole time.  While I was home praying Ben woulnd't make his appearance early, and looking a little like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJM8EUsxoI/AAAAAAAABOg/gcKLHP4ZF9Q/s1600/whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJM8EUsxoI/AAAAAAAABOg/gcKLHP4ZF9Q/s320/whale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558089484965037698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;JULY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGx0EegOYNM/TSJFkevxXPI/AAAAAAAAACs/86-bI2s9Na0/s1600/B-man-home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGx0EegOYNM/TSJFkevxXPI/AAAAAAAAACs/86-bI2s9Na0/s320/B-man-home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558081383159651570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome Benjamin Michael Burgin.&lt;br /&gt;Born July 16, 2010 11:00 a.m., 19.5" 7lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have changed so much and we haven't been happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JGx0EegOYNM/TSJFkGsR_bI/AAAAAAAAACk/dWZ0AclDbkQ/s1600/ben%2Bin%2Bhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JGx0EegOYNM/TSJFkGsR_bI/AAAAAAAAACk/dWZ0AclDbkQ/s320/ben%2Bin%2Bhand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558081376702561714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJB8hwa03I/AAAAAAAABMY/XSy99VKO-tc/s1600/CPA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJB8hwa03I/AAAAAAAABMY/XSy99VKO-tc/s320/CPA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558077398238024562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike passed the CPA!  No more studying! No more books!  But sorry, he can't do your taxes.  He is an auditor, not a tax-er (sorry, I don't know the word for those guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJB76WSXQI/AAAAAAAABMQ/fXO4gKciEIg/s1600/mike%2Band%2Bben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJB76WSXQI/AAAAAAAABMQ/fXO4gKciEIg/s320/mike%2Band%2Bben.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558077387659435266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took Ben back to Utah and blessed him at my parents house.  It was a great day!  Ben is certainly loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJB73nlemI/AAAAAAAABMI/RlgVaI7igeQ/s1600/ben%2Bblessing1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJB73nlemI/AAAAAAAABMI/RlgVaI7igeQ/s320/ben%2Bblessing1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558077386926684770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJB7K1J7dI/AAAAAAAABMA/NLG081xr0ZI/s1600/ben%2Bblessing2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJB7K1J7dI/AAAAAAAABMA/NLG081xr0ZI/s320/ben%2Bblessing2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558077374904004050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must point out that his shoes were hand made by a friend of my moms.  They are going in a case forever!  So darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJB6uF5teI/AAAAAAAABL4/6TJICDT9sV4/s1600/ben%2Balone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJB6uF5teI/AAAAAAAABL4/6TJICDT9sV4/s320/ben%2Balone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558077367189616098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJAxmD0moI/AAAAAAAABLw/BNZTl3xDUX0/s1600/redhots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJAxmD0moI/AAAAAAAABLw/BNZTl3xDUX0/s320/redhots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558076110902958722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween.  Red Hot(s) Chili Peppers.  Enough Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJAxNNw0VI/AAAAAAAABLo/ga57G9qKyXQ/s1600/the%2Bfam%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJAxNNw0VI/AAAAAAAABLo/ga57G9qKyXQ/s320/the%2Bfam%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558076104233767250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our first official family pictures taken at the beach.  Ben was so cooperative.  I think he mostly loves having his picture taken, which is a good thing since I am almost always armed with some sort of photo taking device (usually my phone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJAwyYegQI/AAAAAAAABLg/p-XHCTR02N0/s1600/fam%2Bpics1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJAwyYegQI/AAAAAAAABLg/p-XHCTR02N0/s320/fam%2Bpics1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558076097030947074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJAww9KV4I/AAAAAAAABLY/zOdAnrKlEhY/s1600/Ben%2Bhappy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJAww9KV4I/AAAAAAAABLY/zOdAnrKlEhY/s320/Ben%2Bhappy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558076096647944066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;We were able to spend our holiday with family and friends in Utah.  Ben is so much fun these days.  His little personality is really making it's appearance and we can't get him to hold still (proof is in the blurry picture).  He rolls from side to side and from tummy to back.  He is just now starting to eat from a spoon and loves it!  He is so much fun and I feel like this is the best year we have ever had!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJAwlM3xSI/AAAAAAAABLQ/xJZA4jCWhZY/s1600/Ben%2Band%2BMegan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJAwlM3xSI/AAAAAAAABLQ/xJZA4jCWhZY/s320/Ben%2Band%2BMegan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558076093492610338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you had a great year and that 2011 brings you many wonderful memories!  Thanks for being a part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;    &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;    &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-94146545274828394?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/94146545274828394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=94146545274828394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/94146545274828394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/94146545274828394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-year-2010-year-in-pictures.html' title='What a Year!   {2010-Year in Pictures}'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TSJKSXZ0csI/AAAAAAAABOQ/K6JXOfNFfKk/s72-c/2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-1815378480149966723</id><published>2010-10-15T13:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:53:22.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TMIC_XCh7sI/AAAAAAAABIs/5bMgTtrJ1Cc/s1600/photo%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TMIC_XCh7sI/AAAAAAAABIs/5bMgTtrJ1Cc/s320/photo%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530986579904032450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I honestly can't believe where the times goes.  Ben is already 3 and a  half months old, and he is the cutest little thing ever!  So much has  happened since his arrival and now here I sit, at work, when I would  rather be at home cuddling with my little man.  I started work on Monday  and honestly this has been the hardest week of my life.  I thought it  would probably be nice to have a little change of pace, but boy was I  wrong.  I loved the pace life was going before work started up again.   But I will grin and bare it for now, and I know that it isn't forever  and I will eventually be able to stay home with my kiddos.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TMIBayaRl7I/AAAAAAAABIk/GAZh95QVC0k/s1600/photo%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TMHf3FIL2KI/AAAAAAAABIc/TMKkbBHrlSs/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TMHf3FIL2KI/AAAAAAAABIc/TMKkbBHrlSs/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530947954749986978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben is so much fun these days.  He is smiling tons and has found his  voice.  He makes this high pitched squeal, then looks at me like "did  you hear that?  I did that!"  Then he smiles and coos until he decides  it is time to squeal again.  He loves his bath time, although he  clenches his little fists so tight you would think he was terrified.  I  am not sure why he does it, but otherwise he is full of smiles in the  bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TMHf21IoH8I/AAAAAAAABIU/qXNBmVAegLg/s1600/photo%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TMHf21IoH8I/AAAAAAAABIU/qXNBmVAegLg/s320/photo%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530947950456872898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took Ben to Utah for a couple of weeks to introduce him to his aunts and uncles and cousin.  It was so fun to be there, but I am not going to lie, it was a little stressful, too.  There are so many people you need to see and places you need to go.  But I wanted to show him off, so I sucked it up and spent much time in the car driving to and from the homes of friends and family.  I think Ben had a hard time adjusting when we got back to California.  He was so used to being held 24/7 that when I had to put him down he would give me the saddest look, and whimper until I picked him up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TMHf1xAZRMI/AAAAAAAABIM/lyyy58zfbzc/s1600/photo%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TMHf1xAZRMI/AAAAAAAABIM/lyyy58zfbzc/s320/photo%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530947932168733890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves to suck on his hands!  Consequently, the front of his shirt is always soaked in drool.  Also, lately he has started to wiggle free of his blankets.  Yes, I swaddle him (as tight as I can get him, and I thought it was pretty tight) and then lay a blanket on top of him and I went in this morning and he was sprawled out, uncovered and about a foot from where his blankets sat in a pile in his crib.  I guess it is time to introduce the sleep sack-I am pretty sure he can't wiggle out of that, unless he has a little Houdini in him.  That would be pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is gaining weight like crazy!  His face is rounder and his little thighs are getting chunky.  And he is so long!  Imagine ME having a tall son!?  We will see if he continues to grow like that as time goes on.  We love our little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-1815378480149966723?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1815378480149966723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=1815378480149966723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1815378480149966723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1815378480149966723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-oh-my.html' title='My Oh My!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TMIC_XCh7sI/AAAAAAAABIs/5bMgTtrJ1Cc/s72-c/photo%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-4455182294068006471</id><published>2010-08-09T18:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:20:59.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Him, a Bushel and a Peck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TGCdkT0J0-I/AAAAAAAABHs/fwc_TwAQrcs/s1600/IMG_3202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TGCdkT0J0-I/AAAAAAAABHs/fwc_TwAQrcs/s320/IMG_3202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503571991766619106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a little bit of (not so subtle) hinting from a friend, I have decided it is time to blog about my little man.  I can't beleive it has already been three weeks.  Being a mom is the most wonderful thin in the world.  Ben is the biggest blessing to me and Mike and although we are learning as each day comes and goes, we are so happy that he is finally a part of our family.  The wait was definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TGCdj36fNjI/AAAAAAAABHk/4E4E-lTBbaE/s1600/IMG_3170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TGCdj36fNjI/AAAAAAAABHk/4E4E-lTBbaE/s320/IMG_3170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503571984276993586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Ben's journey started on the night of the 14th.  After a night of tacos and gelato, I noticed some signs that labor was on it's way, and after contractions started (mild and about 8-9 minutes apart) in the middle of the night, I was positive that we would have our baby that day.  Unfortunately, I fell asleep and the next thing I knew my alarm was going off and I was no longer having contractions.  So after a couple hours of debating back and forth about whether or not to go in to work, I decided to go ahead and go.  This wasn't the first time I'd had consistent contractions, so I knew I had nothing to worry about.  Never mind the fact that in the shower that morning I noticed that my belly seemed a heck of a lot lower than it had the day before, and all signs were pointing to labor.  Sure, I will head to work, an hour away from my house and the hospital-nothing is going to happen anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TGCdjk6lE8I/AAAAAAAABHc/aYdT8aham3E/s1600/IMG_3127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TGCdjk6lE8I/AAAAAAAABHc/aYdT8aham3E/s320/IMG_3127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503571979177104322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;At work I had planned on getting everything ready for my co-worker to take over for me just in case something happened that night and I didn't end up coming in to work the next morning.  I did this everyday just on the off chance that I ended up not coming back.  I typed up step-by-step instructions on how to do my job, handed them to the person who would be taking over for me, and walked back to my desk, all the while thinking I was starving and trying to decide where to go for lunch.  As I walked back to my desk, I felt a gush of fluid.  I remember thinking that I kind of had to go to the bathroom and how awful and inconvenient it was that I had just pee'd my pants at work and didn't have a change of clothes.  Then it hit me!  With no previous problems with incontinence, was it possible that this was my water breaking?  No way!  Mike had just read a statistic to me that only 10 percent of women's water breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;labor.  After I went to the bathroom to check it out, I came to the conclusion that it most likely was my water and I should probably start thinking about heading to the hospital.  I sent Mike a message and informed my office of what had happened and then called my doctor just to let them know.  Meanwhile, I was having zero contractions, and felt really good.  So I met Mike at home (after the 1 hour drive, plus some because of construction on the freeway), and we headed to the hospital.  I got checked in and hooked up to the monitors and now all we had to do was wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TGCdjLHY6tI/AAAAAAAABHU/fj9h1jeOuuk/s1600/IMG_3106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TGCdjLHY6tI/AAAAAAAABHU/fj9h1jeOuuk/s320/IMG_3106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503571972251511506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;And wait. . . and wait. . . and wait.  Apparently, my body didn't realize that my water had broke and therefore I still was not having contractions.  So we decided to walk. . .and walk. . .and walk.  I can't tell you how many laps we did around labor and delivery.  And still nothing.  The nurse eventually let me know that if nothing happened by midnight, they would start me on pitocin.  I was nervous about being induced, so Mike went and got me a ton of pineapple and we walked a little bit more, but Ben had other plans.  There may have been a little less water in the pool, but he was comfortable where he was and therefore, it was pitocin for me.  I was induced at midnight.  And I lasted all of about two hours of contractions-one right after the other-before deciding that I wanted the epidural.   The epidural allowed me to get one good hour of sleep and then I spent the next few hours in and out of sleep, in between contractions.  I was still able to feel them, although I was not in pain, just a little uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TGCdirow9HI/AAAAAAAABHM/76XO8AK0-ck/s1600/IMG_3095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TGCdirow9HI/AAAAAAAABHM/76XO8AK0-ck/s320/IMG_3095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503571963801564274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;Around 9 a.m., I felt the urge to push.   When the nurse came in to adjust my position on the bed, she commented on the fact that I was able to use my legs to adjust my body, and I didn't really need much help getting situated on the bed.  I should have paid attention to that comment more than I did.  About an hour into my pushing, I let the nurse know that I was feeling quite a bit of what was going on.  She checked the epidural and noticed that the bag was pretty much empty, but instead of waiting for another one, I just kept pushing.  After 2 hours of pushing (although it really didn't seem that long) Ben was born.  And I am glad I wasn't entirely numb.  I was able to feel him come out.  What an amazing experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Benjamin Michael Burgin joined our family at 11 a.m. on 7-16-2010.  He weighed 7 lbs and was 19.5" long.  He has a full head of hair and he came out screaming!  And no offense to anyone, but he is the most beautiful baby either of us has ever seen!  We are totally in love!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;    &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;    &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-4455182294068006471?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4455182294068006471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=4455182294068006471' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4455182294068006471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4455182294068006471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-love-him-bushel-and-peck.html' title='We Love Him, a Bushel and a Peck!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TGCdkT0J0-I/AAAAAAAABHs/fwc_TwAQrcs/s72-c/IMG_3202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-8057637915290179583</id><published>2010-06-16T10:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:18:44.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Relocation has Commenced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TBj8bR-tK_I/AAAAAAAABGs/P7JCEEwEdMs/s1600/the+best+nest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TBj8bR-tK_I/AAAAAAAABGs/P7JCEEwEdMs/s320/the+best+nest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483410091936656370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I love my house, I love my nest!  In all the world, my nest is best!"&lt;br /&gt;(a childhood memory of mom reading this book to us, and consequently singing a made up song, will never again leave me with the nostalgic feeling I used to have when ever I saw this book.  No, now, it will mean something completely different me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few weeks ago, my family was in town and we were sitting in our front  room and my dad commented on how the birds outside were really loud.   Mike and I agreed, because for the previous week, we woke up to what sounded  like birds right outside out patio door.  We thought nothing of it since  the walkway right behind out patio is line with trees, and after all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birds live in trees&lt;/span&gt; (or at least they  are supposed to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, Mike went out on the patio a couple of days later and came back  in, in a tizzy, might I add, exclaiming "the birds have built  their nest in my bike!"  I went out to look and sure enough, right in  between the tires of our two bikes, there was a nest, with two fuzzy  birds in it.  Almost immediately, Mike felt like he had to go on a bike  ride, and therefore the birds were causing him  problems because I wouldn't  let him disturb the nest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(If I had only let him destroy  the dang nest that day)!  Anyway, I said to leave it alone  and that it looked like the birds were almost ready to leave the nest.   I told him that by the time he got back from Utah, he could go for a  bike ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TBj3tpwh3YI/AAAAAAAABGk/LO611MHe-3E/s1600/photo%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TBj3tpwh3YI/AAAAAAAABGk/LO611MHe-3E/s320/photo%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483404909999152514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Fast forward a couple of weeks.  Every time I go out on to the patio for anything, I have to be careful not to step on a FULL GROWN BIRD!  And not just the birds, the piles and piles of bird poop that they have left on our patio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, I had had enough!  I called maintenance with a strange request, asking them to shoo the birds and get rid of the nest!  I couldn't take it anymore, plus I really want to clean up that dang poop!  When I got home from work yesterday, there was no nest, and better yet, no birds!  Wahoo!  I started making plans about how to clean up the poop, and decided I would do it the next day (tonight).  So this morning, I open my blinds and out of habit from these past couple weeks look up to where the nest used to be.  And to my astonishment, I think I see a bird.  My eyes must be playing tricks on me!  I walk out to get a closer look and realize that these dang birds have rebuilt their nest in one night and are back to nesting and pooping on our patio!  How dare they?  It got me so mad that I had to call my mom immediately and tell her what had happened, and what does she do?  She laughs, and then tells me that if I ever have to give a talk on persistence, then this would be the perfect example!  At that point I can't help but laugh myself.  Now, I still don't agree that this is funny.  In fact, I am still really bugged, and can't wait to get home and go ape on a bird's nest!  I laugh because I have this image that pops in to my head of me blindly swinging a broom above my head, trying to take down a nest while at the same time trying to protect myself from the angry birds that are dive bombing me for taking down their nest!  Never the less, I will be persistent myself and not let these birds continue to make my patio their own little port-a-potty!  Take that for personal example of persistence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TBj3tDdEx5I/AAAAAAAABGc/abF6UFH7flA/s1600/photo%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TBj3tDdEx5I/AAAAAAAABGc/abF6UFH7flA/s320/photo%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483404899717007250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you can't see it very well, but the nest is in between the two tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GO AWAY BIRDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a side note, when I was younger, a family of robins made their nest in my dad's grill.  So instead of a summer of grilled steaks and chicken (it was probably only a couple of weeks now that I think about it), we had a summer of waiting for the eggs to hatch and when they did, it was so fun to watch the little birds grow up and-key words here-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEAVE THE NEST&lt;/span&gt;!  I thought the same thing would happen with our birds. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;    &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;    &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-8057637915290179583?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8057637915290179583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=8057637915290179583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8057637915290179583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8057637915290179583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/operation-relocation-has-commenced.html' title='Operation Relocation has Commenced'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TBj8bR-tK_I/AAAAAAAABGs/P7JCEEwEdMs/s72-c/the+best+nest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-6381059913222557563</id><published>2010-06-01T12:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:38:37.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to Get All Mushy . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TAVRMiTyJ8I/AAAAAAAABGM/i8z2DQlczy0/s1600/Germany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TAVRMiTyJ8I/AAAAAAAABGM/i8z2DQlczy0/s320/Germany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477873797576140738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just really quick, I had to document something that happened this morning that totally made my day, and made me, more than anything, want to be home.  As I was getting ready this morning, Mike was sleeping.  He usually is (when I am getting ready, that is).  Anyway, I got dressed and grabbed my shoes.  As I bent over to buckle them, I all of a sudden couldn't bend all the way over.  Just a little something was in my way.  I tried about three times, and then, laughing, I whispered "hey, Mike-can you help me with something?"&lt;br /&gt;And before I could say anything more, he jumped out of bed (probably not even really awake) and knew exactly what I was asking.  He knelt down and grabbed the strap of my shoe and asked "how tight?"  Then, as if that wasn't super duper nice (I hate not being able to do things for myself) he told me I looked really cute today and he gave me a hug before falling back in to bed.  Although, he also said, "you should maybe think twice before wearing those shoes again, huh?"  And yes, he is probably right.  Looks like the next two weeks I will be wearing flip flops and slip-ons.  Hope work doesn't mind, but I have to make sacrifices when it comes to having a husband in the military.&lt;br /&gt;And now, here I sit, at work-bored, while Mike is home.  I just want to hang out all week before he takes off for the next two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK-I am done-I promise.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;    &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;    &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-6381059913222557563?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6381059913222557563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=6381059913222557563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6381059913222557563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6381059913222557563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-to-get-all-mushy.html' title='Not to Get All Mushy . . .'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TAVRMiTyJ8I/AAAAAAAABGM/i8z2DQlczy0/s72-c/Germany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-6719659244075888642</id><published>2010-05-24T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:01:52.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought I'd see the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S_qupg1EKbI/AAAAAAAABFw/6Ng8OW-Ilzw/s1600/32+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S_qupg1EKbI/AAAAAAAABFw/6Ng8OW-Ilzw/s320/32+weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474880325232634290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, folks, here you have it.  I always told myself "no public belly pics!"  I figured I would always just be around for those I know and love to see me grow and there would not be a need, but as we all know, I no longer live near most of you, and although I hate to do it, I decided to post a pic of me and baby, to let you all know that I have not been taken over by the baby and I still feel like myself (most of the time).  I took this picture on Saturday, at 32 weeks (or to those who could care less about the time in weeks, just over 7 months!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make this short and sweet, pregnancy has been good to me.  (I am knocking on wood while typing this).  I haven't been very sick, and I love feeling him move.  He is more of a stretcher than anything.  Not tons of kicks, but mostly a good elbow or knee, or sometimes even his bum will make a weird sort of lump that pokes out of my belly.  I have noticed that he likes it when I eat popscicles and ice cream.  Those two things make him go crazy, like he is doing gymnastics in my belly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited to meet our little man.  I don't think our conversations consist of anything but him.  We are so excited for the new adventures that are about to come our way.   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;    &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;    &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-6719659244075888642?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6719659244075888642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=6719659244075888642' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6719659244075888642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6719659244075888642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-thought-id-see-day.html' title='Never thought I&apos;d see the day!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S_qupg1EKbI/AAAAAAAABFw/6Ng8OW-Ilzw/s72-c/32+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-2780551878427331874</id><published>2010-04-30T10:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:43:37.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did the Dish Run Away With the Spoon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S9r-nqWoP6I/AAAAAAAABFA/Bu4ploUaI_k/s1600/bookshelf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S9r-nqWoP6I/AAAAAAAABFA/Bu4ploUaI_k/s320/bookshelf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465961055105073058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(what a horrible picture.  just so you know, we have hung the pictures and picked up the towel that is on the floor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I had an awakening of sorts.  As you can see, I have a bookshelf in my apartment, full to the point of bursting with books I have read, or hope to read in the near future.  I wish I could say that I have read them all, but I am just being honest-I have not!  Nonetheless, I realized the other night after a relief society activity that I probably ought to spend more time browsing this bookshelf, and less time browsing &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a baby shower for our monthly activity and we collected items to donate to a charity that helps people that can't afford baby stuff, etc. . .  At the activity, we played a couple of shower games.  The first game we played was "Match the celebrity babies with the correct celebrity parent."  Sweet!  Not to boast, really, no boasting, but I got every single one right, then in turn was able to help the RS president fill in her answers.  I am a gracious game player (most of the time) and will help my opponents when I can.  I was feeling pretty good, my friends, until the next game was introduced.  And this is where I had my not-so-rude awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Name the Nursery Rhyme"-enough said.  There were 20 or so lines from nursery rhymes and we had to fill in the title of it.  I don't think I got more than five correct.  The entire time I kept thinking "my poor son.  He is going to grow up quoting articles from People and InStyle magazine, and not so much "Little boy blue come blow your horn."  (If that is even how it goes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of this whole story is that my mother gave me a wonderful gift about a year ago.  She gave me this book.  It is such a great reference to have, who knows when I will need to quote a nursery rhyme or two.  In fact a couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine asked me "what are little girls made of?"  And I thought and thought and was completely stumped, when a kind woman walked by and sort of whispered "sugar and spice and everything nice."  I felt like a moron!  I know what little boys are made of, but girls-I guess I need to refresh my memory a little.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S9r-nZpssQI/AAAAAAAABE4/obPkxBMBDU0/s1600/mother+goose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S9r-nZpssQI/AAAAAAAABE4/obPkxBMBDU0/s320/mother+goose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465961050621653250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Needless to say, I am setting a goal for myself-I am going to try and limit my people.com browsing, and spend less money on the smut magazine (as Mike calls it) that comes out on a weekly basis.  Not saying I will stop completely because, let's face it, we all have guilty pleasures, but I am going to try and not let this one consume my life.  I have more important things to worry about, like if the cows are in the meadow and the sheep are in the corn (or is it the other way around. . .)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Side note, I didn't even look at the headlines on the wonderful webpage I put up before I posted it to my blog, and I just took a look.  It is a sad, sad world we live in when the top story is the coverage of the fact that a beautiful actress is breaking up (and I say breaking up, because they aren't married) with the father of her illegitimate child.  Why do we care?  But we do, and the headlines will never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite nursery rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;    &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;    &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-2780551878427331874?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2780551878427331874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=2780551878427331874' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2780551878427331874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2780551878427331874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-dish-run-away-with-spoon.html' title='Did the Dish Run Away With the Spoon?'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S9r-nqWoP6I/AAAAAAAABFA/Bu4ploUaI_k/s72-c/bookshelf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-1620226957313839553</id><published>2010-03-25T10:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:20:03.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk Radio</title><content type='html'>OK, so lately I feel like I am missing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I remember my dad always listening to some form of talk radio (sports, or news) when we were in the car.  Honestly, I hated it.  I wanted some good tunes, something I could sing along too.  I always knew that when I rode in the car with my mom,  I would get some good music to listen to, but then she started listening to talk radio, too.  I just figured this was something I would have to deal with, and would probably listen to it (and appreciate it?) when I got older, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward about 15 years. I am older, and I still don't like listening to talk radio.  I find it boring, and most of the people that call in on these programs just annoy me.  I feel like I might be missing out on something, especially when the dinner conversation with my family revolves around a topic that Glenn Beck was talking about the other day.  I am totally lost.  Maybe I will develop this gene by the time I am 30 and will be able to appreciate this particular art form (although, I am pretty sure I will still find the callers annoying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this up because while I am driving 120 miles to and from work everyday, even satellite radio starts to get old.  I have audio books to listen to, and they are great but in the meantime, I will listen to the radio.  When it starts to get old I will just turn it off, and listen to nothing.  When I mentioned this to my brother-in-law, he said "don't you listen to talk radio?"  And so there we have it folks, the thought process begins as to why I don't listen to it, in the meantime, to answer your question, Bryan, no, I don't listen to talk radio.  Maybe one day I will, but until then I will continue to feel more like an adolescent than an adult, and I am OK with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those of you who do listen to talk radio, I applaud you because you are probably much smarter than I am, and definitely know more about what is going on in the world.  &lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-1620226957313839553?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1620226957313839553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=1620226957313839553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1620226957313839553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1620226957313839553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/talk-radio.html' title='Talk Radio'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-7554902590696281389</id><published>2010-03-16T09:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:16:38.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A San Francisco Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5-ncv_I-iI/AAAAAAAABDY/X54AVEZprfQ/s1600-h/loris+diner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5-ncv_I-iI/AAAAAAAABDY/X54AVEZprfQ/s320/loris+diner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449258186501061154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(A little shout out to Lori Jo-or mom as she is otherwise known)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, we had some fun visitors at our house and we definitely made the most of the weekend.  My sister Erin and her husband Bryan came out for a "business trip".  Luckily we got to spend a lot of time with them and see a few sights that we haven't seen yet while living on the bay area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much spent Saturday in San Francisco.  After a yummy breakfast croissant at a hole in the wall doughnut shop in Campbell (the one by 7-11 on Winchester, for those who are interested-they are delicious) we headed up to the city to take a tour of Alcatraz.  I took the tour a few years ago, but it was really fun to do it again, and with three people that had not been there before.  There is really so much history on that tiny island.  I was inspired to rent a few movies and see what kind of people were actually housed in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5-lh4qHueI/AAAAAAAABDA/CTiS_p46EUc/s1600-h/sisters+in+prison.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5-lh4qHueI/AAAAAAAABDA/CTiS_p46EUc/s320/sisters+in+prison.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449256075704908258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Me and Erin on The Rock with The City behind us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5-lhdT8odI/AAAAAAAABC4/Mq7_hoqSgdU/s1600-h/sisters+at+the+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5-lhdT8odI/AAAAAAAABC4/Mq7_hoqSgdU/s320/sisters+at+the+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449256068364149202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, after a visit to our ward for sacrament meeting (Mike and I needed to accept a calling at church, so we felt like we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to be there :)-Activities Committee Co-Chairs, for anyone who is interested), we headed to the beach.  Pebble Beach to be exact.  I had no idea (honestly) that I lived so close to a golf-world icon.  We started out on 17 Mile Drive, and decided to head straight to the water to have lunch.  It was such a gorgeous day, we were able to drive with our windows down, and enjoy the weather while we sat and watched the surfers in the water.  I am so glad we went.  Not to mention the wonderful view of the modestly sized MANSIONS that line the road, and also, the Cherry red Ferrari that we drove behind for about six miles.  It is amazing how jumpy it makes you to drive behind a car that costs more than our house did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5-lgx-2KYI/AAAAAAAABCw/4RBYfGR6pKk/s1600-h/pebble+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5-lgx-2KYI/AAAAAAAABCw/4RBYfGR6pKk/s320/pebble+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449256056732920194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5-lgsehXlI/AAAAAAAABCo/CnzIFF0MCtE/s1600-h/nerds+in+prison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5-lgsehXlI/AAAAAAAABCo/CnzIFF0MCtE/s320/nerds+in+prison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449256055255162450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And no, they are not nerds (well, at least not all the time)-but let me explain-the peace signs in our pictures were homage being paid to the two girls on the boat over to Alcatraz.  They kept taking pictures of each other and each made sure that they were promoting peace whilst having their picture taken.  So, we thought it was our duty to spread the message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Erin and Bryan for the visit.  It was so fun to have you here, even if it was for such a short period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-7554902590696281389?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7554902590696281389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=7554902590696281389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7554902590696281389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7554902590696281389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/san-francisco-treat.html' title='A San Francisco Treat!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5-ncv_I-iI/AAAAAAAABDY/X54AVEZprfQ/s72-c/loris+diner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-5514183728437825020</id><published>2010-03-15T09:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:49:36.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What An Awesome Dude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S55WsSEwVjI/AAAAAAAABCg/ZnkG8R644ik/s1600-h/pebble+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S55WsSEwVjI/AAAAAAAABCg/ZnkG8R644ik/s320/pebble+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448887917930894898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Lunch at Pebble Beach on Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is Mike's birthday!  All I need to say is that I am so lucky he is my husband.  We will probably have a very small celebration, which I feel really awful about, but that is life when you both work and when I have no idea what time he will be home, therefore making it difficult for me to plan anything (or get reservations somewhere for that matter).   I just want to wish him a happy birthday.  He is such a wonderful man and I can't wait to celebrate many more birthdays with him.  I love you babe!&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-5514183728437825020?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5514183728437825020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=5514183728437825020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5514183728437825020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5514183728437825020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-awesome-dude.html' title='What An Awesome Dude!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S55WsSEwVjI/AAAAAAAABCg/ZnkG8R644ik/s72-c/pebble+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-5910449757469481929</id><published>2010-03-08T12:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:16:51.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5VK2iz9b6I/AAAAAAAABCY/LVLGNjwUVew/s1600-h/baby_stork_boy_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5VK2iz9b6I/AAAAAAAABCY/LVLGNjwUVew/s320/baby_stork_boy_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446341625292615586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited that Mike and I will be joined by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Baby Boy Burgin&lt;/span&gt; come July.  We were one hundred percent positive that our little addition would be a girl, so needless to say we were really surprised when the ultrasound technician said "I see a scrotum" (his words, not mine).  I just said "what?"  But I noticed that my cheeks were getting a little sore and I realized I was grinning from ear to ear.  We immediately went out and bought him a little outfit and I can't help but stop and stare at his ultrasound picture every time I walk by it.  I am so excited, and I think Mike is already planning out our guy's career in baseball.  Now to the drawing board for a name.  I honestly just can't wrap my head around the fact that there is a little boy in there.  July, here we come!  &lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-5910449757469481929?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5910449757469481929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=5910449757469481929' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5910449757469481929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5910449757469481929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/seeing-blue.html' title='Seeing Blue'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S5VK2iz9b6I/AAAAAAAABCY/LVLGNjwUVew/s72-c/baby_stork_boy_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-3924923228375953611</id><published>2010-01-18T19:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:48:40.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post, I know. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First off I have to mention my most favorite Christmas present that was a little late, so it didn't make it into the previous post.  Mike gave me a portable ice maker!  It is probably the greatest thing since I absolutely cannot drink anything without ice in the glass.  And ever since our little peanut made it's appearance, I have wanted nothing more than to chew and suck on ice.  We set it up last Saturday and it has gotten quite a bit of use since then.  Unfortunately it is bigger than we thought, and it takes up some of my much needed counter space, but I think I can sacrifice a little counter space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S1UbiOMbkgI/AAAAAAAAA-o/86w-qSwk8Bs/s1600-h/randomness+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S1UbiOMbkgI/AAAAAAAAA-o/86w-qSwk8Bs/s320/randomness+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428275200604738050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving on.  On New Year's Day, Mike was dying to go to the beach.  So we jumped in the car and headed out.  We didn't have a specific destination in mind, we just started driving and ended up at Half Moon Bay (I think).  It was really fun (besides the car sickness-something that reared it's ugly head only since I got pregnant.  I never got sick in the car, but lately it has been really bad.)  Anyway, we stopped in a little town to grab a sandwich and we headed to the nearest beach.  It was a beautiful day when we left and while we were driving.  By the time we actually got out of the car, the sun was starting to go down, but it was still nice to hang out for a minute.  And extra nice to be at the beach on New Years Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S1Ubh7ZLwRI/AAAAAAAAA-g/uswT20lIpY4/s1600-h/randomness+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S1Ubh7ZLwRI/AAAAAAAAA-g/uswT20lIpY4/s320/randomness+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428275195557953810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S1UbhVIh64I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Fk6vn4i5JcU/s1600-h/randomness+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S1UbhVIh64I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Fk6vn4i5JcU/s320/randomness+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428275185287555970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year to you all!  I hope this year brings you many great things!  Welcome 2010 (a little late, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S1Ubgz1gdjI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/X8cu_MJH0kI/s1600-h/randomness+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S1Ubgz1gdjI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/X8cu_MJH0kI/s320/randomness+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428275176349398578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-3924923228375953611?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3924923228375953611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=3924923228375953611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3924923228375953611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3924923228375953611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-post-i-know.html' title='Random post, I know. . .'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/S1UbiOMbkgI/AAAAAAAAA-o/86w-qSwk8Bs/s72-c/randomness+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-4248307381474025590</id><published>2010-01-01T11:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:30:20.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Christmas, Indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sz4-xhEBvQI/AAAAAAAAA8U/9Pwnnp2cdTg/s1600-h/baby+stuff+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sz4-xhEBvQI/AAAAAAAAA8U/9Pwnnp2cdTg/s320/baby+stuff+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421840021810429186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sz4-xK3P8_I/AAAAAAAAA8M/iTHBABh1iXQ/s1600-h/baby+stuff+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sz4-xK3P8_I/AAAAAAAAA8M/iTHBABh1iXQ/s320/baby+stuff+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421840015851254770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We couldn't be more excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-4248307381474025590?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4248307381474025590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=4248307381474025590' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4248307381474025590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4248307381474025590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-merry-christmas-indeed.html' title='A Very Merry Christmas, Indeed'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sz4-xhEBvQI/AAAAAAAAA8U/9Pwnnp2cdTg/s72-c/baby+stuff+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-483718059926243571</id><published>2009-12-09T08:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:37:11.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long. . .For Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sx_DepIS23I/AAAAAAAAA7c/F0D3TYGINh8/s1600-h/Scotty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sx_DepIS23I/AAAAAAAAA7c/F0D3TYGINh8/s320/Scotty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413260208326761330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott Burgin 1991 ~ 2009 18-years-old.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;"Scott Douglas Burgin passed away December 3, 2009 in Huntsville, Utah. He was born May 4, 1991 in Santa Ana, California. He is survived by his family: his mom and step dad Leslie Ann and Mike Stevens of Kaysville, his father David Burgin of Layton, his brothers and sisters Mike D and Paige Burgin, Tyler S. Burgin, Dustin J. and Kaylee Burgin, Megan M and Tyler Green, Aaron C Burgin, Katie Ann Burgin, Rachel E. Burgin. His grandparents: Harold and Della Scott, Gwen Burgin, Richard and Fae Burgin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Scott was a private in the 328 Hospital Support Unit of Ogden, joining the reserves in May of 2008, recently returning from Ft. Lee, Virginia for additional training where he received several commendations for his leadership skills. Scott was known for his quiet artistic abilities, his keen wit, his leadership, and his amazing ability to love and understand. Scotty loved art, music and had a great talent in both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;We loved his beautiful smile, his friendship and his unconditional love, his family wishes to express the following: "Beat me up Scotty", Onyan, Oh- Kathy, It's all good, I know right? Maximus, my best friend, I love you bud... Graveside services for Scott will be held Monday, December 7 at 2 p.m. in the Kaysville Cemetery. Scotty - may your heart be healed, your soul be calmed, and your mind finally have the quiet peace you forever searched for. We pray for the Saviors love and forgiveness, "Where at you is" MOM. Online condolences at &lt;a href="http://www.jenkins-soffe.com/" target="_new" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(3, 78, 131); outline-style: none; "&gt;www.jenkins-soffe.com&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You will be missed, Scotty.  We love you and hope you find what you are looking for.  We will see you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-483718059926243571?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/483718059926243571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=483718059926243571' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/483718059926243571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/483718059926243571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-for-now.html' title='So Long. . .For Now'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sx_DepIS23I/AAAAAAAAA7c/F0D3TYGINh8/s72-c/Scotty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-4561315988582920675</id><published>2009-11-29T21:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:12:19.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Car Wash. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SxNDqvCkPGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/N3WY6tuJHNA/s1600/homeless-man-close-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SxNDqvCkPGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/N3WY6tuJHNA/s320/homeless-man-close-up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409741978862894178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I decided it was time to wash the car.  So I drove down the street to the car wash, and put in my quarters and started the high pressure soap.  As I started to spray my car, a homeless man walked by and stopped to yell something at me.  I asked what,  because I couldn't hear him, and he walked closer still talking.  So I stopped spraying and asked him "what" one more time.  Then I heard him say "will you please spray me on high pressure?"  I asked if he was serious, and he said "yes, spray me hard."  So I did, not remembering that I was using the soap.  But he said thank you and walked away.  Now, I don't know what is worse, the fact that I soaped a bum or the fact that I kept asking him what, inviting a potentially scary person into a car wash bay with me.  Either way, I thought that was probably one of the strangest things that has ever happened to me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even stranger. . .I saw him the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-4561315988582920675?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4561315988582920675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=4561315988582920675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4561315988582920675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4561315988582920675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-car-wash.html' title='At the Car Wash. . .'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SxNDqvCkPGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/N3WY6tuJHNA/s72-c/homeless-man-close-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-3928370352109335861</id><published>2009-11-11T13:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:34:47.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know, a little late, but Congrats to Megan (Mike's sister) and Tyler!  They got married at the end of October and I think everything turned out perfect.  They got married in the Daybreak Temple and it was so beautiful.  I didn't ever go through the when the open house was going on, so it was really great to be there with them on their day.  Also, she was the only bride that afternoon, so it was really intimate and nobody was rushed.  We had the whole temple to ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SvselhnBVaI/AAAAAAAAA7M/w6_dJkrHyMw/s1600-h/camera+pics+285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SvselhnBVaI/AAAAAAAAA7M/w6_dJkrHyMw/s320/camera+pics+285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402945807987070370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The happy couple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SvselSEQ39I/AAAAAAAAA7E/gMP_K5IjMss/s1600-h/camera+pics+218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SvselSEQ39I/AAAAAAAAA7E/gMP_K5IjMss/s320/camera+pics+218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402945803814756306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Svsekq_HTkI/AAAAAAAAA68/K6zQmtBcbf0/s1600-h/camera+pics+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Svsekq_HTkI/AAAAAAAAA68/K6zQmtBcbf0/s320/camera+pics+130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402945793324174914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan, Katie and Rachel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt; &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-3928370352109335861?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3928370352109335861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=3928370352109335861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3928370352109335861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3928370352109335861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SvselhnBVaI/AAAAAAAAA7M/w6_dJkrHyMw/s72-c/camera+pics+285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-5352182355692373874</id><published>2009-11-05T15:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:32:36.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Ever Have Those Days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, as much as I love being here in California, there are some days when it gets kind of lonely and I find comfort in my new friends, Stacy and Clinton.  From TLC's "What Not to Wear". I love the show and look forward to it. Well, on one particularly gloomy day, I was watching said show and had to leave the room. So I paused it and went to do whatever it was, but when I came back to my friends, this is what I saw. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SvNOqirsOhI/AAAAAAAAA60/IGDFdHq8UH0/s1600-h/camera+pics+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SvNOqirsOhI/AAAAAAAAA60/IGDFdHq8UH0/s320/camera+pics+126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400746870918887954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then think to myself that I have no real reason to be feeling the way I was.  I got myself up (after the show, of course) and remembered that I have so many things to keep me busy, and so many things to make me happy, and of course I am thankful for all of them.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture has been cause for many conversations lately, and I am glad that the TV paused where it did.  This woman was excited because someone she knew was getting a make over.  It wasn't even her!  In my life I need to appreciate the little things and enjoy the things that make me happy.  I am pretty sure I won't be running around screaming with my hands in the air, but on the inside, this is exactly how I feel.  No, not every second of every day, but I try to feel this way at least once every day.  Some days are better than others, but I have been blessed with so much that I can't help but give back by being happy and trying to make those around me feel the same way. &lt;div&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;  &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-5352182355692373874?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5352182355692373874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=5352182355692373874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5352182355692373874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5352182355692373874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-ever-have-those-days.html' title='Do You Ever Have Those Days?'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SvNOqirsOhI/AAAAAAAAA60/IGDFdHq8UH0/s72-c/camera+pics+126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-3466516736908163729</id><published>2009-10-11T09:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:48:31.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What We've Been Up To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before Mike started work, we tried to get around to see some stuff.  So we made it to a few fun places.  We went to the tech museum downtown.  It has all sorts of nerdy stuff, like creating a microchip and then programming it, and then having a robot draw a self portrait of you.  They also had these robots that would spell out a message in blocks.  Whatever you told them to write, they would find the block and do it.  This is what Mike was doing while I was in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty impressive if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/StH7A2I_q2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/W136Z8wcEBs/s1600-h/photo+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/StH7A2I_q2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/W136Z8wcEBs/s320/photo+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391366220891007842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we &lt;i&gt;had &lt;/i&gt;to go to another baseball game.  Again, the Angels were playing the A's in Oakland, so we went dressed in our Angels gear and sat on the 4th row behind the A's dugout.  Dangerous territory, but the Angels won, so it was all worth it.  We also got to see some of our favorite players from the Bees that got picked up by the Angels recently.  I almost felt like I was home for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/StH7Apl_0PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/BJsdeCjNSQI/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/StH7Apl_0PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/BJsdeCjNSQI/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391366217522991346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most recently we went to Carmel.  Yesterday in fact.  The whole name of the town is Carmel by the Sea, CA.  If that tells you anything.  It is right by the water, and the downtown was so fun.  We went with the intention of going to the art festival, but instead we just explored main street and did a little shopping and lunch.  We ate at a delicious restaurant, and then stopped by a little shop called "The White Rabbit."  The entire store is based around Alice in Wonderland.  The owner even had an original copy of "Through the Looking Glass" that was valued at around $400.  Anyway, we decided that we are going to use our Saturdays to explore this area.  It is so pretty.   Visitors are always welcome.  Hope to see you soon.&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-3466516736908163729?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3466516736908163729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=3466516736908163729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3466516736908163729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3466516736908163729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What We&apos;ve Been Up To'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/StH7A2I_q2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/W136Z8wcEBs/s72-c/photo+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-853197977128681928</id><published>2009-09-27T20:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:25:39.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Finally Did It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SsAmq8wv98I/AAAAAAAAA6E/sQbaUchf_pw/s1600-h/9-25-09+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SsAmq8wv98I/AAAAAAAAA6E/sQbaUchf_pw/s320/9-25-09+038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386347673642072002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, the day finally came.  We packed up the moving van and headed out west.  I can still see my mom standing in the middle of the cul de sac jumping up and down and waving her arms.  It was a bittersweet moment and an image I most likely will never forget.  I will miss my family more than I can say (bitter) but I am so excited to start this new chapter of our lives (sweet) and I know that there are many wonderful adventures in store for us over the next few years.  There were only a few tears shed in the last moments together as a family.  Mostly as a result of Brooks saying "we will miss you, Mike and Paige" in his teeny tiny little voice, knowing that he means it but not understanding how much he in turn will be missed.  Thanks family for all of the support and please please please come see us soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SsAmqWbVYCI/AAAAAAAAA58/M86uZh19AmU/s1600-h/9-25-09+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SsAmqWbVYCI/AAAAAAAAA58/M86uZh19AmU/s320/9-25-09+044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386347663351701538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so now on to the move.  Mike's mom, stepdad, and little sisters, Katie and Rachel were nice enough to help us with the move.  And Mike (stepdad) and Leslie (mom) were even nicer to drive the U-haul through traffic so that we could get there ahead of the truck to get everything set up before we started moving in boxes and furniture.  I am so happy that we had their help, but even happier that we had their company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SsAmpq7Oy2I/AAAAAAAAA50/Ad1je-TatG4/s1600-h/9-25-09+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SsAmpq7Oy2I/AAAAAAAAA50/Ad1je-TatG4/s320/9-25-09+032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386347651674327906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I had no idea, but this was the first time to the beach for these two.  These are Mike's little sisters, and they are both so much fun.  Rachel (on left) was my driving companion.  She read to me, and listened to me sing at the top of my lungs for 12 hours.  What an awesome girl!  I can't wait for these two to come out and spend a weekend with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SsAmo93nPyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Qvtjd-PeBTo/s1600-h/9-25-09+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SsAmo93nPyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Qvtjd-PeBTo/s320/9-25-09+029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386347639579557666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this picture of Rachel.  She looks like she is loving life at this moment and she honestly couldn't get enough of the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SsAmoNvvM4I/AAAAAAAAA5k/eHmMK7bwhB0/s1600-h/9-25-09+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SsAmoNvvM4I/AAAAAAAAA5k/eHmMK7bwhB0/s320/9-25-09+024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386347626661622658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now things are going pretty good.  Mike starts work tomorrow and we have been busy the last week and a half.  We almost have our apartment put together (we just need to hang a few more things) and it is feeling like a home more and more every day.  I don't know what I am going to do with  myself after he starts working.  It has been so fun being able to spend the whole day with him.  I still don't have a job, but I am vigilant with the search so hopefully something comes up soon.  I am so happy that we are here.  Life is good and hopefully only gets better.  Here's to California Dreamin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-853197977128681928?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/853197977128681928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=853197977128681928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/853197977128681928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/853197977128681928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-finally-did-it.html' title='We Finally Did It!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SsAmq8wv98I/AAAAAAAAA6E/sQbaUchf_pw/s72-c/9-25-09+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-9204258227397583498</id><published>2009-09-16T08:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:08:46.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>never thought i would say this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is a long post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. . .scroll down for more pics and stories.  And they are all out of order.  I tried to get it in order, but to no avail.  So, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-9204258227397583498?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9204258227397583498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=9204258227397583498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/9204258227397583498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/9204258227397583498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-thought-i-would-say-this.html' title='never thought i would say this'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-7917649622522844564</id><published>2009-09-16T07:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:02:56.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDwenKdjcI/AAAAAAAAA40/Fjv7WBwxXKc/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDwenKdjcI/AAAAAAAAA40/Fjv7WBwxXKc/s320/Various+Vacations+030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382065963407347138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over Labor day weekend, we decided that we probably ought to have one last hurrah with the Randles before we move, so we met up in Las Vegas (the Randles currently live in the middle of no where southern Arizona).   We (Steph and I) thought that the boys could golf and we could get a spa treatment.  It ended up being probably 150 degrees outside (maybe a little less) so the boys gave up on golf while Steph and I were hanging out in the mineral pools at the spa.  It is a difficult life we lead.  Then we headed in to Vegas for some, you guessed it, shopping and good food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDnG00VQfI/AAAAAAAAA4s/BskhL0Ii1k4/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDnG00VQfI/AAAAAAAAA4s/BskhL0Ii1k4/s320/Various+Vacations+022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382055659151114738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the spa, they had these signs everywhere.  I am pretty sure they were directed at all the twenty-something girls who come to have a treatment done, and all they want to do is talk.  We thought it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDnGYpKXAI/AAAAAAAAA4k/gTUspNdBHbk/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDnGYpKXAI/AAAAAAAAA4k/gTUspNdBHbk/s320/Various+Vacations+024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382055651588070402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate dinner at Maggiano's, an awesome italian restaurant.  It was the first time I have ever had a five course meal, and paced myself enough to still be able to enjoy a leisurely walk down the strip afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDnFvxS75I/AAAAAAAAA4c/bE15qA5jFM4/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDnFvxS75I/AAAAAAAAA4c/bE15qA5jFM4/s320/Various+Vacations+025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382055640616333202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Randles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDnFEAxdzI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Sz7VoLJ258A/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDnFEAxdzI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Sz7VoLJ258A/s320/Various+Vacations+026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382055628870088498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the whole gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDnEoVZ3KI/AAAAAAAAA4M/RtTWWwhmRHs/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDnEoVZ3KI/AAAAAAAAA4M/RtTWWwhmRHs/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+029.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDnEoVZ3KI/AAAAAAAAA4M/RtTWWwhmRHs/s320/Various+Vacations+029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382055621440429218" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We thought it would be fun to go to the Excalibur and see the Tournament of Kings.  And it was really fun.  While I was there,  I decided 'what the heck!'  I am going to enjoy this.'  Steph and I cheered so loud for our knight, and at the end he apologized to us for not winning.  I am pretty sure that the rest of our section hated us because we wouldn't shut up.  After the show, the knights were outside taking pictures and signing autographs.  We thought we totally needed a pic with our (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) knight.  He was up on a horse the entire time, so we had no idea he was so tiny.  I guess in mideval times, you didn't need to be tall, as long as your horse was the same height as the other guy's.  It was really fun, although next time I go, I am bringing some silverware with me.  I don't do so well when I have to tear my food apart with my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanks you guys for a fun weekend.  We will see you in California soon.  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;  &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-7917649622522844564?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7917649622522844564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=7917649622522844564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7917649622522844564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7917649622522844564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-last-thing.html' title='One Last Thing'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SrDwenKdjcI/AAAAAAAAA40/Fjv7WBwxXKc/s72-c/Various+Vacations+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-8891951496250622440</id><published>2009-09-14T18:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:48:12.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7g6Dfc2tI/AAAAAAAAA4E/f5GY7Rk3Y2w/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7g6Dfc2tI/AAAAAAAAA4E/f5GY7Rk3Y2w/s320/Various+Vacations+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381485892728576722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a few more pics of the beach in southern California.  I thought this was kind of funny.  They are all standing with their left hand in their pocket looking at the same thing.  From left to right, we have Mike, Bryan, my brother Mike and my brother Trent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7g5QxZzbI/AAAAAAAAA38/gY3qD_76odw/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7g5QxZzbI/AAAAAAAAA38/gY3qD_76odw/s320/Various+Vacations+018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381485879113665970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just the two of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7g4DOi2qI/AAAAAAAAA3s/LCz1xi6uFnY/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7g4DOi2qI/AAAAAAAAA3s/LCz1xi6uFnY/s320/Various+Vacations+019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381485858297928354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7g3uIpHaI/AAAAAAAAA3k/NGFcaSq78-w/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7g3uIpHaI/AAAAAAAAA3k/NGFcaSq78-w/s320/Various+Vacations+021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381485852636028322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so this house was the cutest house.  I took probably eighty-three pics of it with the dream that one day I would have one just like it, with a view of the water, of course.&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this part of the state, on the day that half my family got in the car and the other jumped on a plane, all heading home to Utah, me and Mike were off on yet another adventure.  This time we flew to Northern California to go on the monster of all apartment hunts.  We looked at probably 25 apartments in 4 days.  And no, I didn't take any pictures.  But we did find one and signed the paperwork before we came home the next week.  We will be living in Campbell, CA.  I am really excited, and as I am writing this, I am thinking that we get our moving truck today and in two days we will be on the road to California.  Now enough about that because I have a feeling today might be an emotional one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-8891951496250622440?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8891951496250622440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=8891951496250622440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8891951496250622440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8891951496250622440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-few-more-pics-of-beach-in-southern.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7g6Dfc2tI/AAAAAAAAA4E/f5GY7Rk3Y2w/s72-c/Various+Vacations+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-7693337958762533112</id><published>2009-09-14T18:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:54:14.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Everywhere, Man, I've Been Everywhere. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, we are finally back home after it feels like the mother of all vacations.  It started in the Mile High City (for those of you who aren't down with the Lingo, Denver).  I flew out there to meet Mike on his loooong drive back home from Oklahoma.  While we were there, we thought we would hit up a Rockies game.  We had really great seats and the game itself wasn't too bad either.  The stadium is really pretty, and I am bummed that the only picture I got was of the scoreboard, but at least I took one.  I am usually terrible at remembering that I have my camera with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7bvJvsCOI/AAAAAAAAA3c/vfkP_7jW3ig/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7bvJvsCOI/AAAAAAAAA3c/vfkP_7jW3ig/s320/Various+Vacations+001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381480207870593250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And from one baseball game to another, (and one state to another) we ended up at Dodger stadium.  We spent the week in Newport Beach with my family, and although we tried to take in a game in Anaheim, the Angels weren't in town, so we settled for the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7buRxbbhI/AAAAAAAAA3U/XDwoHwC2U6s/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7buRxbbhI/AAAAAAAAA3U/XDwoHwC2U6s/s320/Various+Vacations+005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381480192845508114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Mike at Dodger Stadium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7bsl1G-QI/AAAAAAAAA3M/wMG1BMwbBr0/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7bsl1G-QI/AAAAAAAAA3M/wMG1BMwbBr0/s320/Various+Vacations+010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381480163869915394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7bsLU4TSI/AAAAAAAAA3E/mMLukeKDE-o/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7bsLU4TSI/AAAAAAAAA3E/mMLukeKDE-o/s320/Various+Vacations+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381480156755414306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7bra7pmgI/AAAAAAAAA28/nbuQQoFwBMM/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+012.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7bra7pmgI/AAAAAAAAA28/nbuQQoFwBMM/s1600-h/Various+Vacations+012.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7bra7pmgI/AAAAAAAAA28/nbuQQoFwBMM/s320/Various+Vacations+012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381480143764691458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view of Dodger stadium from the (not so) cheap seats.  Thanks mom and dad for an awesome vacation.  And yes while we were in this vacation, we hit up Disneyland and California adventure, but as I mentioned before, the not-remembering-the-camera problem struck again, but not to worry I always have my 'memories, like the corners of my mind.  Misty water colored memories. . .' oh sorry.  Anyway, the trip was a blast and I am so glad that we got to go on a great trip before we move.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-7693337958762533112?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7693337958762533112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=7693337958762533112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7693337958762533112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7693337958762533112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-everywhere-man-ive-been.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Everywhere, Man, I&apos;ve Been Everywhere. . .'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Sq7bvJvsCOI/AAAAAAAAA3c/vfkP_7jW3ig/s72-c/Various+Vacations+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-2046029572276686337</id><published>2009-08-06T15:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:41:27.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl From Ipanema and Going Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SntSnm-nrzI/AAAAAAAAA20/DDxoeDXlp90/s1600-h/madmen_standard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SntSnm-nrzI/AAAAAAAAA20/DDxoeDXlp90/s320/madmen_standard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366974221373648690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are days when I am at work and all I hear in my head is La di da di da, or some other wordless, mindless tune. . .and usually it passes-until today, that is.  The la di da di da, I finally figured out, is my brain's way of telling me that I am slowly going MAD!  MAD, I tell you!  MAD!!!  So, as I was participating in my daily surfing, I decided to check the website of an awesome show, fittingly called "MadMen", thinking I may stumble across an interview or something else that I haven't previously read.  Then, I came across this little activity on the website, probably aimed at people just like me with nothing better to do than create 60's era avatars of themselves, while trying to make it through the mind numbing boredome at work, called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MADMEN YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;"!  Perfect!  Don't mind if I do, and while I am at it, I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;madmen&lt;/span&gt; people I work with as well as my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you guessed it.  The top picture is me (in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; dress), in my special little scenario, walking right past my husbands private secretary "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excuse me&lt;/span&gt;", to surprise my hubby for lunch.  And of course a homemade lunch is waiting in the picnic basket in the car, along with a checked blanket, perfectly suited for an afternoon picnic-seriously, it's not like anyone actually worked in the sixties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SntSbxhkj4I/AAAAAAAAA2s/wWlCGE8AheY/s1600-h/madmen_Mike"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SntSbxhkj4I/AAAAAAAAA2s/wWlCGE8AheY/s320/madmen_Mike" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366974018046168962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the famous hubby.  We will pretend that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sterling Cooper&lt;/span&gt; (in this scenario) is an accounting firm, instead of an ad agency.  He is the big man on campus, with his power suit, briefcase, and of course his always lit pipe!  Ow, baby!  Eat your heart out ladies!  Just remember-he's taken, and I am always watching. . .&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(how's that for drama?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for the new season to start!  Thanks Erin and Bryan for getting me hooked on this awesome show.  And for those of you who have no idea what I am talking about, seasons 1 and 2 are available to rent!  Run, don't walk, to your nearest video store and watch it!  NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, you can call me a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ok, so a little explanation on the title.  Whenever I watch MADMEN, or if I am reading an interview with an character/actor, for some reason the song "Girl from Ipanema" pops in to my head.  I think it is because it has the most old school, elevator-music sound to it than any other song I have ever heard.  And it totally belongs in a poolside scene-man, I should be a writer or something).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-2046029572276686337?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2046029572276686337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=2046029572276686337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2046029572276686337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2046029572276686337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-from-ipanema-and-going-mad.html' title='Girl From Ipanema and Going Mad'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SntSnm-nrzI/AAAAAAAAA20/DDxoeDXlp90/s72-c/madmen_standard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-7140790900846440190</id><published>2009-08-03T21:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:23:17.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HOME!  &lt;/span&gt;I can't believe where the time has gone!  My little brother is home from his mission!  It has been two years!  He served in the Phillippines, Tacloban mission and although he has somewhat of an asian accent (or whatever you might call it-a mix of tons of different languages all rolled in to one), and acts really strange (why is that?), it is so much fun to have him home.  It feels like it did before I got married.  It was me and him, and here we are again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SnewjutRZdI/AAAAAAAAA18/ocExpBfcXMM/s1600-h/randomness+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SnewjutRZdI/AAAAAAAAA18/ocExpBfcXMM/s320/randomness+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951608915060178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the delicious cupcakes (at least one flavor) that my parent's neighbor, Rebecca Jensen, made for the homecoming get-to-gether.  She did such a great job!  Heck forget about the returned missionary, we have gourmet cupcakes here!  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you need cupcakes for any sort of occasion, i.e. wedding, farewell, homecoming, baby/wedding shower, GNO, let me know, and I would be more than thrilled to get you her info.  Her website should be up an running soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SnewCQWNjyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/uU54DU-CveM/s1600-h/randomness+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SnewCQWNjyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/uU54DU-CveM/s320/randomness+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951033829592866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trent with Mom and Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SnewB_CbSBI/AAAAAAAAA1k/GoTWv6wfIWY/s1600-h/randomness+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SnewB_CbSBI/AAAAAAAAA1k/GoTWv6wfIWY/s320/randomness+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951029183203346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course one with Brooks.  We made him a shirt that said I {heart} Uncle Trent!  And he HAD to wear it the next day too.  It was so cute to see Brooks with Trent.  He stood in awe the entire time we were at the airport.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome home, Trent!  We love you and missed you!  It is so great to have you home!&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-7140790900846440190?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7140790900846440190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=7140790900846440190' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7140790900846440190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7140790900846440190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-brother-where-art-thou.html' title='Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SnewjutRZdI/AAAAAAAAA18/ocExpBfcXMM/s72-c/randomness+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-4994592569547018039</id><published>2009-07-23T08:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:40:11.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Less Conversation, a Little More Shopping, Please</title><content type='html'>As it turns out, this post is long overdue, but I need to document the fun things that I do (take a trip to Vegas with the girls) and the things I do that are so out of character for me, although not unwelcome by any means (shopping for 12 hours straight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea came to us one day when I was talking to Steph via instant message complaining about how badly I needed to get away and hence the idea was born and booked within a couple of days.  We decided that a shopping trip was definitely in order, therefore we planned nothing but what stores we had to hit.  We were ready to go, just had to wait until the magic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the Stratosphere although it was more of a home ground for us to layout out our booty from a hard days work, pass out on the bed and wake up only to repeat said activities the next day.   Of course, we had to eat at In 'n out.  I know, so cliche for a trip to Vegas, but what the heck-it was delicious.  It was the perfect little get away for the girls before life got to the point where we wouldn't be able to jump in the same car and drive out of town.  Steph has since moved to Arizona for probably the craziest reason-to live with her husband, sheesh!  Who does that?  Love you two!  Jacy just bought a new house, Congrats, Jacy, and is now up to her ears in remodeling, and then there is this dark cloud looming over my head like I am getting ready to move myself away from family and friends, and pretty much anything that is familiar. . .why do I have that feeling?  Oh yea, that's right,  we are getting ready to move to the Sunshine state never to return again!  Just kidding, we will be back at Christmas.  Anyway, it was so fun, and I am so thankful to have such fun friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SmhxetCoOLI/AAAAAAAAA1c/1geVIUdFrqQ/s1600-h/Vegas+Baby%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SmhxetCoOLI/AAAAAAAAA1c/1geVIUdFrqQ/s320/Vegas+Baby%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361660128685209778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacy, Steph, and Moi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am pretty sure this is a before pic, because after, as  you can see in the next picture, I am pretty sure we had zero energy, not even enough to muster up a smile.  So here we go with the before and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Smhxeb8r4QI/AAAAAAAAA1U/bmhZwYjkL1A/s1600-h/Damage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/Smhxeb8r4QI/AAAAAAAAA1U/bmhZwYjkL1A/s320/Damage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361660124096880898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for ALL the fun memories girls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-4994592569547018039?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4994592569547018039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=4994592569547018039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4994592569547018039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4994592569547018039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-less-conversation-little-more.html' title='A Little Less Conversation, a Little More Shopping, Please'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SmhxetCoOLI/AAAAAAAAA1c/1geVIUdFrqQ/s72-c/Vegas+Baby%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-1026966308622446676</id><published>2009-06-04T11:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:05:38.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Here. . .</title><content type='html'>So, not much is going on right now, but I thought I could write about all the little things that I am doing to keep my mind occupied. Over memorial day weekend, Mike came home for a visit! Woo Hoo! I picked him up at the airport and brought him home to a house full of people moving all of our furniture out and into a storage unit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Welcome Home Babe!&lt;/span&gt; And thanks to all the helping hands that day, we definitely couldn't have done it without you. As for when we moved out, it wasn't until about 3 days later, so we spent a couple of nights sleeping on our mattress on the living room floor (I know, a little white trash, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do), with absolutely no other furniture and no food in the entire house. It was quite the experience, but it was nice to just hang out and have most of the moving done. On memorial day we went 4-wheeling with Spencer and Steph up Farmington Canyon. I guess you could call it our last big hurrah. Spencer is leaving to do the same training Mike has been doing, so lo and behold me and Steph are being abandoned by our husbands, left to fend for ourselves living in our parents' basements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SigJZAtGmNI/AAAAAAAAA0E/GnU2VRH80Oo/s1600-h/fourwheeling+me+and+mike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SigJZAtGmNI/AAAAAAAAA0E/GnU2VRH80Oo/s320/fourwheeling+me+and+mike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343531283165649106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SigJZETaPjI/AAAAAAAAAz8/CKDvNheDNw4/s1600-h/fourwheeling+group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SigJZETaPjI/AAAAAAAAAz8/CKDvNheDNw4/s320/fourwheeling+group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343531284131626546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Me, Mike, Spencer and Steph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it has been nice being back home.  It is a little strange, I'm not going to lie, but I am so grateful to my parents for letting me mooch off of them for the rest of the summer.  Mom and Dad's house will be our last stop before heading off to California.  It is nice to be spending time with them now, because come September it will no longer be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; drive to visit family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as summer goes, it is going.  I haven't really done anything yet to make it feel like summer.  No baseball games, no swimming, nothing, nada, zilch!  And not that I am planning on returning any time soon, but I miss having the quiet parts of my day filled with homework and projects.  School really helped keep my mind off things I otherwise don't like to think about (the fact that I still have 9 weeks, and some odd days left until Mike comes home), but I'm not counting or anything.  I will see him in a few weeks when he comes home to visit over the 4th of July, so adding to the fact that Independence Day is my favorite holiday, having Mike home will make sitting in my parent's backyard eating homemade ice-cream and watching fireworks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;much more enjoyable.&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-1026966308622446676?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1026966308622446676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=1026966308622446676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1026966308622446676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1026966308622446676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/round-here.html' title='Round Here. . .'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SigJZAtGmNI/AAAAAAAAA0E/GnU2VRH80Oo/s72-c/fourwheeling+me+and+mike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-8729293749814173656</id><published>2009-05-11T12:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:50:20.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did I Get So Lucky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SghvbawTvfI/AAAAAAAAAyc/kH8sQUbDsUE/s1600-h/Mom%27s+day"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SghvbawTvfI/AAAAAAAAAyc/kH8sQUbDsUE/s320/Mom%27s+day" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334636275449445874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I am a day late, but better late than never, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to point out that I am so lucky to have two wonderful mothers that are the best example to me of what a mother should be.  If I am half the mother they are, then my kids will be pretty well off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have the best mom any girl could ever ask for.  She is patient, and she always sees the best in everyone.  She has always been our number one fan, no matter what activity we were involved with at the time.  She was always on the sidelines at soccer games, on the front row at school plays, dance, piano, and voice recitals.  At times she almost seems like the energizer bunny.  She never slows down and that smile is always on her face.  I have so many fun memories with my mom, whether I was sitting in the back of an aerobics studio listening to my mom count off a routine for the class (by the way mom, I loved the headbands and leg warmers), or just dancing like lunatics in the kitchen to some of our favorite songs.  Somehow, she even got my brothers to participate in this activity.  We spend so much time laughing, and having a good time (even though I am sorry that a lot of the laughing is at my mom's expense) she has always been a good sport and put up with us.  I love her dearly, and don't know what I will do when she doesn't live just 10 minutes up the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky to have a sister that has been such a great example to me for the past 27 years.  She, too, is an excellent mom (as you can see by the happy boy in the picture).  She loves to have a good time, and seems to always have the energy for it (wonder where she got that from).  I have vivid memories of Erin doing a full on dance routine, while carrying on a conversation with whoever was in the room at the time, and not missing a beat.  She has so much energy, and just like my mom, I rarely see her without a smile.  She definitely notices the  positive things in life and the smallest things make her happy, and she is able to put smiles on the faces of those around her.  I am a better person because of these women, and I can't ask for anything more.  I love you guys.  Thanks mom and Erin for being you!  And HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-8729293749814173656?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8729293749814173656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=8729293749814173656' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8729293749814173656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8729293749814173656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-did-i-get-so-lucky.html' title='How Did I Get So Lucky?'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SghvbawTvfI/AAAAAAAAAyc/kH8sQUbDsUE/s72-c/Mom%27s+day' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-2941966823043941621</id><published>2009-03-20T14:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:46:10.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia on My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQJVnrVgaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/LtoQ_rd5Xog/s1600-h/slumdog_millionaire.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQJVnrVgaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/LtoQ_rd5Xog/s320/slumdog_millionaire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315383727236678050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to start off by saying when we were in Atlanta, Mike was hit hard with a cold so we decided to just stay in and watch a movie, and this is the movie we watched.  It was so good.  I think I am obsessed.  I can't think of what else to say about it but that it made me feel good.  I am so glad that I saw it and highly recommend it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, a couple of weeks ago I took a trip to Georgia to spend some time with Mike.  It was definitely way too short, but we had a good time none the less.  We stayed downtown and were within walking distance of the world's largest aquarium, and the World of Coke.  You heard me, I said the WORLD OF COKE!  Coke and sea creatures.  I was in heaven! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQDQXS8LpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NG9agfYeo2k/s1600-h/Atlanta+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQDQXS8LpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NG9agfYeo2k/s320/Atlanta+086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315377039870275218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mike having a coke with Mr. Pemberton, the founder of Coke.  Originally Coke was an alcoholic beverage, but in 1885 he came up with a nonalcoholic alternative.  And aren't we glad that he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQDP2uaCaI/AAAAAAAAAyE/V4TML2nHAbs/s1600-h/Atlanta+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQDP2uaCaI/AAAAAAAAAyE/V4TML2nHAbs/s320/Atlanta+109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315377031127108002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a sea dragon.  I thought it was so cool.  It actually looks like a miniature version of Pete's friend, Elliott. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQDPfPPfTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NNBV8KOE18s/s1600-h/Atlanta+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQDPfPPfTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NNBV8KOE18s/s320/Atlanta+099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315377024822377778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a whale shark.  Some interesting facts about whale sharks.  They are the largest living fish species, can grow to be up to 40 feet long and weigh about 15 tons, and can live for about 70 years.  And they are able to house the monstrous creatures in the aquarium.  I thought that was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQDPSZHQMI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ooc8lQ9eHig/s1600-h/Atlanta+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQDPSZHQMI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ooc8lQ9eHig/s320/Atlanta+095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315377021374120130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to lunch at a burger place just across the street called Johnny Rockets.  I was a fun restaurant, and they even have in-house entertainment.  The waiters and waitresses did a full on choreographed dance for everyone.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQDOwytlpI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-qe0V_66BTk/s1600-h/Atlanta+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQDOwytlpI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-qe0V_66BTk/s320/Atlanta+098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315377012354684562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The outside of the aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScP-02ODGoI/AAAAAAAAAxk/r0lg7oApujs/s1600-h/Atlanta+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScP-02ODGoI/AAAAAAAAAxk/r0lg7oApujs/s320/Atlanta+106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315372169088408194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some crabs, but these aren't just any crabs.  These are giant crabs whose legs can grow to be 14 feet long.  They were huge, the picture just doesn't do them justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScP-z0i5r_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/XUpUomcO4PU/s1600-h/Atlanta+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScP-z0i5r_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/XUpUomcO4PU/s320/Atlanta+092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315372151459131378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course we have the giant Coke bottle.  One can't help but throw out their goal to not drink coke/diet coke when surrounded by giant coke bottles.  Yes, we did partake but it was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScP-zj08bDI/AAAAAAAAAxU/FEon3k_lXgY/s1600-h/Atlanta+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScP-zj08bDI/AAAAAAAAAxU/FEon3k_lXgY/s320/Atlanta+091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315372146971405362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the tasting room at the World of Coke.  Coke has 64 different flavors all over the world, and they have every single one on tap in this very room.  It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScP-zTBwwUI/AAAAAAAAAxM/kUBjpd3yY8A/s1600-h/Atlanta+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScP-zTBwwUI/AAAAAAAAAxM/kUBjpd3yY8A/s320/Atlanta+090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315372142461763906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScP-yn7v8OI/AAAAAAAAAxE/R2wO_CT9SNw/s1600-h/Atlanta+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScP-yn7v8OI/AAAAAAAAAxE/R2wO_CT9SNw/s320/Atlanta+097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315372130893820130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;Everywhere Mike goes, he has to represent!  Go Utes!  It was such a fun trip, I was sad when it ended, but he gets to come home soon for a little visit and I can't wait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-2941966823043941621?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2941966823043941621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=2941966823043941621' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2941966823043941621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2941966823043941621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/georgia-on-my-mind.html' title='Georgia on My Mind'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/ScQJVnrVgaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/LtoQ_rd5Xog/s72-c/slumdog_millionaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-4399595225071555328</id><published>2009-02-19T09:00:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:27:29.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>However Far Away. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SZ2G1NprkcI/AAAAAAAAAws/Gmq3TCmkMMY/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SZ2G1NprkcI/AAAAAAAAAws/Gmq3TCmkMMY/s320/hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304544184867983810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Valentine's day came and went this year, for the most part it was very uneventful.  Now I say for the most part because my awesome parents stayed in on V-day to have dinner and watch a movie with me. I woke up early on Saturday morning and made a list of things that I needed to do that day. I made a trip to Lowe's and then to the grocery store and until the cashier wished me a Happy Valentine's day, I had totally forgotten what day it was. When your husband is gone, and you are spending the day alone, ignorance is bliss, especially when it comes to the love-fest we like to call Valentine's Day. So, I tried to get totally wrapped up in what I was doing so that I wouldn't think about it. All of these feelings of total and utter disgust for the holiday itself would be thrown right out the window if I were talking about the weekend before Valentine's Day. So let me take myself back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I knew that we weren't going to be able to spend Valentines day together (again), and had talked about doing something special before hand. Well, I kept asking him what he wanted to do and he didn't care, so I took it into my own hands and planned what I would consider a perfect date night. I thought it would be so great to get a couple's massage and then spend the night at a cute little B&amp;amp;B, and then have the following day off to do absolutely nothing but hang out. After doing a little research and tweaking my plans just a little, the perfect weekend was planned and paid for, and I did it all on my own. We ended up going to Heber and we got massages at a spa up there and then we went to dinner at a cute little restaurant, called Breadstix. Then I had booked us a room at the Homestead ( like I said, I tweaked the plans a little bit, but have you ever tried to book a B&amp;amp;B in the vacinity of Park City in February? Yeah, it's impossible, unless you want to spend $400/night.) But it turned out to be so charming and the perfect night was made even better being holed up in our cabin-style room with my cute husband watching The Office and 30 Rock. I took then next day off and we worked on the house and got Mike packed and just hung out. I love nothing more than just having a day off with Mike, because it is so rare. Anyway, just wanted to say that Mike is the greatest and I miss him everyday! Can't wait to see you soon (hopefully)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SZ2GyhR9ltI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Fj6B3RLan7s/s1600-h/Germany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SZ2GyhR9ltI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Fj6B3RLan7s/s320/Germany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304544138597603026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This picture has nothing to do with our weekend, it is just my favorite picture of us!)&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-4399595225071555328?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4399595225071555328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=4399595225071555328' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4399595225071555328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4399595225071555328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/however-far-away.html' title='However Far Away. . .'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SZ2G1NprkcI/AAAAAAAAAws/Gmq3TCmkMMY/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-40591170579893671</id><published>2009-01-09T16:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:35:41.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just thought I would include a few pics that have nothing to do with football.  We did a lot of walking while we were in New Orleans.  It was a great opportunity to see a little bit of history in the city.  I must admit that I was apprehensive about the trip, having heard lots of scary stories about the city.  I know, it must be totally different when the city isn't overcrowded by tons of football fans walking the streets, but I must say that by day I loved New Orleans, not so much at night.  Anyway, this is a street in the French Quarter.  I loved the house with the flower boxes and the more I looked at the pic, the more I noticed that the other buildings weren't too bad themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfbU2oXrEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/w3W2BLDWhhI/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfbU2oXrEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/w3W2BLDWhhI/s320/christmas+new+orleans+033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289437438678641730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a crew of street dancers that were amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; dancers.  They put on numerous shows during the day and I must say it was worth stopping for a half hour to watch.  The things they do to their bodies is just amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfbUVj-9YI/AAAAAAAAAvM/-N69U2VeT5Q/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfbUVj-9YI/AAAAAAAAAvM/-N69U2VeT5Q/s320/christmas+new+orleans+079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289437429801874818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; on our way out of town, and it was really cool.  Now I know you are probably thinking "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cemeteries&lt;/span&gt; aren't cool", but seriously, these ones were.  They can't dig because they are so close to the ocean so all of their graves are above ground.  They were really neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfbUB_rJvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ABKyO7pQBIQ/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfbUB_rJvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ABKyO7pQBIQ/s320/christmas+new+orleans+117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289437424549308146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was just a cool door to a family tomb in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;.  There was a huge statue on top, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfbTjHHAiI/AAAAAAAAAu8/RFwz5qriYpo/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfbTjHHAiI/AAAAAAAAAu8/RFwz5qriYpo/s320/christmas+new+orleans+122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289437416258994722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you enjoyed your tiny trip to New Orleans!&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-40591170579893671?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/40591170579893671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=40591170579893671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/40591170579893671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/40591170579893671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-thought-i-would-include-few-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfbU2oXrEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/w3W2BLDWhhI/s72-c/christmas+new+orleans+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-6975901488533481275</id><published>2009-01-09T14:08:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:35:59.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Utah (wo)Man am I!  GO UTES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, we did it!  We made the trek to New Orleans (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nahlins&lt;/span&gt; as it said down there).  After 24 hours in the car, we drove into the city and were at a dead stop along with everyone else in the world that decided to celebrate the new year in New Orleans.  New Year's eve in New Orleans was a bonus, but of course we were down there to cheer on the Utes in the Sugar Bowl.  Now I know I don't need to go into detail about what happened that night, because if you watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; or listen to the radio, you know that they beat the Alabama Crimson Tide.  GO UTES!  I must say though, that although extremely arrogant, the Alabama fans were quite gracious with their loss, and at one point some lady came up gave Mike a hug and congratulated him on the win.  It was so worth the drive (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, honestly, I would have still preferred to fly) but I am so glad that I was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfOvJt8pCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/r8nKBUiczfU/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfOvJt8pCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/r8nKBUiczfU/s320/christmas+new+orleans+030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289423596827747362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the bus that took the team to practice, and the game.  It was pretty cool to see it parked on the street in front of their hotel all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfOEpFuynI/AAAAAAAAAus/O7aEGD70CHU/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfOEpFuynI/AAAAAAAAAus/O7aEGD70CHU/s320/christmas+new+orleans+035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289422866514627186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Mike at the pep rally.  It was insane how many people were there to support our football team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfNXae7IFI/AAAAAAAAAuk/OELIzTZA55c/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfNXae7IFI/AAAAAAAAAuk/OELIzTZA55c/s320/christmas+new+orleans+054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289422089499648082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfKlWbtRVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/HfzaJzCvhOw/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfKlWbtRVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/HfzaJzCvhOw/s320/christmas+new+orleans+085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289419030395700562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Superdome&lt;/span&gt;.  It looks more like a Super Spaceship to me, but oh well.  It was huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfJxuqbY6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/B4bqxGAg0nQ/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfJxuqbY6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/B4bqxGAg0nQ/s320/christmas+new+orleans+088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289418143546696610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the view from the nosebleed section of the super dome.  Even though we were extremely high up, we could still see everything that was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfELBnjSrI/AAAAAAAAAuM/MzFtWyP8ieY/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfELBnjSrI/AAAAAAAAAuM/MzFtWyP8ieY/s320/christmas+new+orleans+089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289411981061868210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfDxMF5RWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/bOd44OfH1d0/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfDxMF5RWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/bOd44OfH1d0/s320/christmas+new+orleans+106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289411537196893538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was after all of the Alabama fans had left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stadium&lt;/span&gt; and the trophy was presented.  There was quite a feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;camaraderie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; the Utah fans.  It was so fun walking the mile back to hotel with people cheering the entire time.  After, we along with 10,000 (at least it felt like that many) Utah fans, and thousands of astonished Alabama fans, poured down Bourbon street to celebrate.  Our celebration was a little milder than say most of the people that were there, but none the less, it was a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfDcL44jRI/AAAAAAAAAt8/aVi1q1Y5Agw/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfDcL44jRI/AAAAAAAAAt8/aVi1q1Y5Agw/s320/christmas+new+orleans+102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289411176365067538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final Score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfDGrfBDxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/dLgZkD107QU/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfDGrfBDxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/dLgZkD107QU/s320/christmas+new+orleans+115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289410806889385746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last, but not least, the perfect season.  This trip was something that I will most likely never forget and can't wait for the next time the Utes make it this far.  We already promised the couple we went with that no matter where we are, we will meet up for the next one and anyone else that would like to join us is more that welcome!&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-6975901488533481275?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6975901488533481275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=6975901488533481275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6975901488533481275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6975901488533481275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/utah-woman-am-i-go-utes.html' title='A Utah (wo)Man am I!  GO UTES!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWfOvJt8pCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/r8nKBUiczfU/s72-c/christmas+new+orleans+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-5136421920352865440</id><published>2009-01-09T12:14:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:15:09.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Christmas Traditions (and a few new ones)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Christmas at our house it actually usually just the opposite.  We never have "Christmas" at our house.  As many of you can probably relate, our Christmas season is usually spent running from house to house to make sure that we get all of our visiting done.  Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against all of the parties and things, but by the time Christmas is over, we are exhausted-and we don't even have kids to entertain during all of this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year on the 23rd, the Burgin side of the family gets together for their annual Christmas Bash.  There is food, and a good old fashioned white elephant gift exchange, then I can't forget the famous activity of banging metal pipes with tent stakes in the attempt to make music.  Ok, honestly, it sounds pretty cool, and Mike's aunt takes this responsibility very serious.  Everyone gets a turn, even the grown up kids.  I am pretty sure Mike loves this, as you can see by his expression, although I think it was a little too much fun for his brother, Tyler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWepuJWv39I/AAAAAAAAAts/ADgGPnPwGjQ/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWepuJWv39I/AAAAAAAAAts/ADgGPnPwGjQ/s320/christmas+new+orleans+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289382897620344786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we move on to the Morgan family Christmas party.  We had it at my aunts house out in Draper, which is taking some getting used to.  We have always had the party at my grandparents house, but as the family grows, we can no longer fit in my grandparent's house, so it was necessary to move it.  And I must say that the party was a hit.  We still had a pinata, which is a tradition for as long as I can remember, but then some new activities were thrown into the mix, such as making a santa suit out of red tissue paper and black construction paper.  We took one of the cousins and dressed them up, then grandpa judged the santas.  I still feel like my group's santa should have won (far left).  I mean take a look at the detail on his boots!  And the fact that he has full boots. . .yeah, I did that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWepCfmTqmI/AAAAAAAAAtk/rAIcO3c0yS4/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWepCfmTqmI/AAAAAAAAAtk/rAIcO3c0yS4/s320/christmas+new+orleans+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289382147676940898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also threw a talent show into the mix.  Unfortunately we are a family of very few musical talents (with the exception of my cousin Theresa's family), so we were forced to be creative.  This is my sister, Erin and her husband, Bryan.  Their unusual talent was beat-boxing while brushing their teeth.  It was hilarious-I mean awesome!  Keep up the good work guys and let me know when you cut your first album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWepArhVXDI/AAAAAAAAAtc/2YG7mjMr26k/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWepArhVXDI/AAAAAAAAAtc/2YG7mjMr26k/s320/christmas+new+orleans+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289382116517567538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just had to throw this one in.  Brooks finally caught on to the whole Christmas/Santa thing this year (well for the most part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeo_f-ffXI/AAAAAAAAAtU/UBu-rm5VR4c/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeo_f-ffXI/AAAAAAAAAtU/UBu-rm5VR4c/s320/christmas+new+orleans+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289382096238771570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, nobody got the memo that the party was supposed to be an ugly sweater party.  I guess I should mention that my cousin Patrick got the memo, the only person, but his sweater was enough for everyone.  Lookin' good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeo-xHpKrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/YbFPZ7IlJlI/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeo-xHpKrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/YbFPZ7IlJlI/s320/christmas+new+orleans+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289382083660688050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my cute Grandpa.  I just thought this pic was great so I wanted to put it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeo8EjYYVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/uMh1WEQfb4M/s1600-h/christmas+new+orleans+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeo8EjYYVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/uMh1WEQfb4M/s320/christmas+new+orleans+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289382037337694546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things that I didn't have  my camera out for were Christmas morning at Mike's mom's house.  We made Scottish pancakes for breakfast and then opened gifts before we headed over to my parent's house.  On Christmas Eve, we got to talk to my brother Trent who is "far far away in the Philippines" as Brooks would say.  He will be home next Christmas and honestly I don't think that any of us can wait.  He is such a unique person, and he brings so much to our family and we love him for that.   Can't wait for him to come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had an enjoyable holiday season and that you got everything you asked for.  &lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-5136421920352865440?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5136421920352865440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=5136421920352865440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5136421920352865440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5136421920352865440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-christmas-traditions-and-few-new.html' title='Crazy Christmas Traditions (and a few new ones)'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWepuJWv39I/AAAAAAAAAts/ADgGPnPwGjQ/s72-c/christmas+new+orleans+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-681958195500050353</id><published>2009-01-09T11:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:21:49.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Lieutenant Micheal D. Burgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's official.  He finally commissioned as an officer in the Army National Guard.  After three long years of hard work, it finally paid off and now he has signed his life away for six more years!  As much as I complain about the fact that the military takes my husband away from me at least once a month and we have yet to spend an entire calendar year together since we have been married, we have been blessed by Mike's decision to join.  We have both learned quite a bit about ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeZR2a9poI/AAAAAAAAAs8/CQAO9RqllSQ/s1600-h/dec+16+037.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-decoration: underline; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeZR2a9poI/AAAAAAAAAs8/CQAO9RqllSQ/s320/dec+16+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289364819315369602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my cute husband in his Class A Uniform.  He pulls it off well I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeZRnWJ0fI/AAAAAAAAAs0/keWGWsUCJtU/s1600-h/dec+16+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeZRnWJ0fI/AAAAAAAAAs0/keWGWsUCJtU/s320/dec+16+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289364815268663794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mike with Sgt. Portwood.  He is a Sargent in Mike's unit and has been a good friend to Mike.  When a cadet commissions as an officer, they give their first salute to a non-commissioned officer, and that was this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeZRF7SnwI/AAAAAAAAAss/mzFsfAqu1_M/s1600-h/dec+16+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeZRF7SnwI/AAAAAAAAAss/mzFsfAqu1_M/s320/dec+16+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289364806297624322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike being sworn in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now a little side note.  To ring in the holiday season, my mom, aunts, cousins and me and my sister took a wreath making class up at Red Butte Gardens.  It was really fun, and although my poor little wreath looks a little smashed, I am proud of the work that I did.  I hope I get to do it again next year.  It was a nice learning experience, and I know now what to do and what not to do to make a wreath that will last all season long (as a matter of fact, as of today January 9, my wreath is still hanging on my front door, and it doesn't look too bad, just maybe a little dry.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeZQzWvSDI/AAAAAAAAAsk/LMazz27knPo/s1600-h/dec+16+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeZQzWvSDI/AAAAAAAAAsk/LMazz27knPo/s320/dec+16+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289364801312475186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-681958195500050353?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/681958195500050353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=681958195500050353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/681958195500050353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/681958195500050353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/2nd-lieutenant-micheal-d-burgin.html' title='2nd Lieutenant Micheal D. Burgin'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SWeZR2a9poI/AAAAAAAAAs8/CQAO9RqllSQ/s72-c/dec+16+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-101908813773483328</id><published>2008-12-16T10:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:30:54.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Ms. Fairy, first name Tooth</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder what happens to your teeth when they disappear from under your pillow, and in the morning you find (usually) a monetary replacement? I am here to tell you that these teeth don't just disappear into thin air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SUfufIxUBEI/AAAAAAAAAsc/AeiAoa0_iiA/s1600-h/tooth+fairy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280451306812867650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SUfufIxUBEI/AAAAAAAAAsc/AeiAoa0_iiA/s320/tooth+fairy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They land very neatly, in a very specific order in labeled drawers in Salt Lake City, of all places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SUfsmap3lpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/G1CmhNPOfAw/s1600-h/dec+16+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280449232849311378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SUfsmap3lpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/G1CmhNPOfAw/s320/dec+16+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SUfsltc_bHI/AAAAAAAAAsM/unSBzB2Pv-k/s1600-h/dec+16+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280449220715703410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SUfsltc_bHI/AAAAAAAAAsM/unSBzB2Pv-k/s320/dec+16+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, seriously,I know it is kind of weird that I have pictures of teeth, but I just find this very amusing! We have drawers and drawers full of teeth at our office. We are a dental supplier, and yeah it makes sense that we sell teeth for dentures, but I was so creeped out the first time I saw them. I also found it funny that when people called to order teeth, they asked for the "Tooth Fairy", and she would come a-runnin'! Cute little Fran, she barely clears five feet and has bright white hair and she sings and whistles all day long. She even has the children of some of our employees convinced that this is where their teeth go when the TF takes them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, last week, Fran started not feeling so well. She has been out of work now for a week and guess who is taking care of the counter while she is gone? Yeah, that's right-ME! So I guess I have quite the rep to live up to. I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders, but I will take it in stride (or maybe a flap of a wing) and do everything I can to be the best Tooth Fairy Ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-101908813773483328?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/101908813773483328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=101908813773483328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/101908813773483328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/101908813773483328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/call-me-ms-fairy-first-name-tooth.html' title='Call Me Ms. Fairy, first name Tooth'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SUfufIxUBEI/AAAAAAAAAsc/AeiAoa0_iiA/s72-c/tooth+fairy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-6977961995490739733</id><published>2008-12-01T15:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:28:41.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it Really Been Four Years?</title><content type='html'>Well, well well-Here we are.  I can't believe how the time flies!  Today is our 4th anniversary and I must say that we have had some pretty great times. I have learned a lot from Mike.  I am so thankful that he is my husband.  He has been a great example to me and I know that our kids will be so lucky to have him as a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would relive some fun things that we have done (unfortunately I only have pics from the last year or so, but oh well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRriW46ZbI/AAAAAAAAAro/fMQYnDdGNjQ/s1600-h/229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274959301561705906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRriW46ZbI/AAAAAAAAAro/fMQYnDdGNjQ/s320/229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike has this outdoorsy side to him that I had no idea existed until after we got married.  I think that maybe it has a little bit to do with his friend Spencer, but I am thankful for it.  We have had some great times camping, biking (I know, we have only gone once so far) and soon we will be hitting the slopes.  About a month ago we went on an over-nighter with some friends to Snowbird.  It was alot of fun and it was nice to enjoy the weather before it started getting too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRrh9vUBQI/AAAAAAAAArg/7oQh0Jku3Hk/s1600-h/228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274959294810555650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRrh9vUBQI/AAAAAAAAArg/7oQh0Jku3Hk/s320/228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRrhrvuCTI/AAAAAAAAArY/8Sk5WIGSRUU/s1600-h/222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274959289980422450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRrhrvuCTI/AAAAAAAAArY/8Sk5WIGSRUU/s320/222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike had no idea that I knew how to play pool.  Honestly, I had no idea either.  Just luck I guess.  It is fun to get out and do things together that we don't normally do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRrhLQc6MI/AAAAAAAAArQ/yKe5TO2ZNy4/s1600-h/191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274959281259342018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRrhLQc6MI/AAAAAAAAArQ/yKe5TO2ZNy4/s320/191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a family vacation that we took.  As you can see, my nephew is crying and I am pretty sure that me and Mike are looking at him thinking are we seriously considering this? Even though I know it is hard, it is also rewarding and we are really excited for the day that children join our family.  We know that the good times with kids outweigh the bad, and we are looking forward to the day that we become parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRrgzXQatI/AAAAAAAAArI/ojasK7q-7No/s1600-h/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274959274845432530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRrgzXQatI/AAAAAAAAArI/ojasK7q-7No/s320/184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just some mountain biking up Farmington canyon.  It has been along time since I got on a mountain bike.  Thanks Mike for pushing me to do things that I might not otherwise do.  (Last time I mountain biked was in Moab and I did an endo over the handle bars and landed on a rock.  I have the scar to prove it and everything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpW71YCfI/AAAAAAAAArA/kQMR7WvEohg/s1600-h/vivajpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274956906297297394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpW71YCfI/AAAAAAAAArA/kQMR7WvEohg/s320/vivajpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just last week, we went to the Coldplay concert.  We agreed that it was the best show we have ever been to and we are dying to see them again.  It was really fun to hang out with Mike at this concert.  We both love music and it has been fun going to all kinds of different concerts, from Paramore/Jimmy Eat World, to Billy Joel, to Metallica and then Coldplay.  And a few in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpWhnrXDI/AAAAAAAAAq4/hWrA6KCW0xU/s1600-h/ugamejpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274956899260521522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpWhnrXDI/AAAAAAAAAq4/hWrA6KCW0xU/s320/ugamejpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike has also introduced me to Utah Football.  Go Utes!  I am proud to say that I did not miss a home game this season and we had so much fun.  I had no idea that Mike was so in to football.  The things you learn after being married for 4 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpVp8CfYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Oj9hlSW_rPQ/s1600-h/pm_bellagio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274956884313537922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpVp8CfYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Oj9hlSW_rPQ/s320/pm_bellagio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that I posted this pic in an old post but I love it and it was a great trip.  We were in Vegas with a couple of friends, and I saw my first ever live stand up comedy show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpCl8aRII/AAAAAAAAAqY/UEkWpI6mUn4/s1600-h/Hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274956556823839874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpCl8aRII/AAAAAAAAAqY/UEkWpI6mUn4/s320/Hawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a pic of Hawaii.  While Mike was working for Delta, we were lucky to be able to jump on a plane and head to Hawaii for the weekend.  Since he has quit Delta, we haven't gone anywhere.  We are planning to go back soon though.  We have some great memories from the travelling that we have done together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpCTzflDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/7QI4cKnWROI/s1600-h/Germany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274956551954601010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpCTzflDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/7QI4cKnWROI/s320/Germany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was in Germany.  I never thought I would make it to that part of the world.  I never even thought that I would want to go to Germany and now I am dying to go back.  I would love to see it in the spring or summer.  Although, winter was gorgeous and it isn't everyday that you get to ride toboggan's down the hill in the middle of a German village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpCFn3FiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kb7A9j6kK6U/s1600-h/Basic+Training.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274956548147713570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRpCFn3FiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kb7A9j6kK6U/s320/Basic+Training.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this picture we had only been married 5 months.  Mike left for basic training a month after we got married.  I  must admit that it has been hard that we haven't spent an entire year together since we got married .  There is always a military training, or an internship getting in the way, but I have learned to live with it and I am pretty sure that it has made us both stronger people because of it.  Also, absence really does make the heart grow fonder.  I am so excited to embark on the adventures that are in our future.  Moving away, starting a family and many many more.  Thanks for all the memories, babe!  Love Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-6977961995490739733?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6977961995490739733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=6977961995490739733' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6977961995490739733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6977961995490739733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/has-it-really-been-four-years.html' title='Has it Really Been Four Years?'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/STRriW46ZbI/AAAAAAAAAro/fMQYnDdGNjQ/s72-c/229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-6447379816185200490</id><published>2008-11-17T08:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:12:41.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' Tough! (PS-I'll Be Loving You Forever!)</title><content type='html'>OMG!  This weekend rocked!  While Mike was in Draper doing his National Guard stuff, I was in West Valley participating in the ultimate girls night out!  Yes-I am talking about the New Kids on the Block Concert!  I could have sworn I was a 12 yr old inside a 27 yr old body!  I don't think I have ever screamed so much in my life!  As many of you know (and some of you probably have no idea) I am a HUGE New Kids on the Block Fan.  Always will be.  I had the t-shirts, the nightgowns, the posters,  all of their cassette tapes and not to mention the VHS videos of their concerts, and much much more!  I was obsessed!  Well, much to my enjoyment, they are back!  The tour came through SLC (or West Valley City-as it says on the back of my t-shirt) on Saturday night and it was the funnest thing I have done in a long time, all inhibition went right out the window (I am talking about the screaming and the dancing.)  I went to the concert with my old friend Chantel. We would sit in my bedroom for hours on end memorizing all the words to their songs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would throw a few fun pics on here to get you all reminiscing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGQr0KMtjI/AAAAAAAAApw/ZWl7GZekwFc/s1600-h/NKOTB-Tshirt+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269652121410385458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGQr0KMtjI/AAAAAAAAApw/ZWl7GZekwFc/s320/NKOTB-Tshirt+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know we all had out favorites-who was yours?  Mine was Jonathon Knight (the oldest of the group and probably the most mature, I'm sure.)  FYI-He is the one in the awesome blazer and mustard yellow shirt-SO CUTE!  (Cute in the nineties at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGPvL6IegI/AAAAAAAAApo/lo4tZZ2XphU/s1600-h/T-Shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269651079813429762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGPvL6IegI/AAAAAAAAApo/lo4tZZ2XphU/s320/T-Shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is the T-shirt that I purchased to wear proudly to the gym and the grocery store and anywhere else that I can get away with wearing an over-sized t-shirt.  Also, the 1st pic is the one printed on the t-shirt, if you were wondering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGPvL-fVbI/AAAAAAAAApg/vGKfQnGzO-c/s1600-h/NKOTB+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269651079831705010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGPvL-fVbI/AAAAAAAAApg/vGKfQnGzO-c/s320/NKOTB+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pioneer boy band in all their glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGPu2fOmGI/AAAAAAAAApY/6kt_QKlMp9s/s1600-h/NKOTB+in+action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269651074063439970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGPu2fOmGI/AAAAAAAAApY/6kt_QKlMp9s/s320/NKOTB+in+action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Donnie (front and center, the resident Bad-Boy) thinks he is so cool!  Although I must say that he is quite the entertainer when he is by himself on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGPu0w63XI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VPewCoomB5o/s1600-h/NKOTB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269651073600773490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGPu0w63XI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VPewCoomB5o/s320/NKOTB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man-I thought we would be watching a bunch of old men hobble around on stage, but no, they've still got the moves.  I could have danced right along with them-nothing has changed in 15 yrs (that is how long it has been since the last time they performed on stage, if you were wondering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGPuquGCtI/AAAAAAAAApI/hQ0j6Myf4sA/s1600-h/NKOTB-Today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269651070904568530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGPuquGCtI/AAAAAAAAApI/hQ0j6Myf4sA/s320/NKOTB-Today.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here they are today.  Ready for their GQ photo shoot.  My favorite today would have to be Joey McIntyre.  He played Fiyero in Wicked on Broadway-enough said!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, just thought I would let you all know that if you talk to me in the next couple of days I might still seem a little bit giddy.  Don't worry, it will pass.  Man I love these guys!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-6447379816185200490?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6447379816185200490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=6447379816185200490' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6447379816185200490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6447379816185200490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/hangin-tough-ps-ill-be-loving-you.html' title='Hangin&apos; Tough! (PS-I&apos;ll Be Loving You Forever!)'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SSGQr0KMtjI/AAAAAAAAApw/ZWl7GZekwFc/s72-c/NKOTB-Tshirt+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-4445118896714217846</id><published>2008-11-11T08:38:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:52:05.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Did the Monster Mash!</title><content type='html'>Halloween came and went all too quickly at our house, but it was fun while it lasted. Also, I must mention that we had 3 trick or treaters this year (compared to last years one). My friend Steph and I decided to throw a little Halloween party (costumes were mandatory, which was fun, because it has been a couple of years since I dressed up for Halloween.) We had a fire pit out on our back patio, surrounded by people all night making s'mores and enjoying the rainy weather that we had that night. Inside we had quite the spread of yummy food. Everyone brought meat to grill up, and then they brought a dish to share. Thanks for the participation everyone. To top it all off, we had guitar hero going non-stop throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from the evening (sorry there are so many, but I tried to get pics of everyone that came-and I still missed a few couples).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmv9TIDFVI/AAAAAAAAApA/3iRaBQly6Kw/s1600-h/239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267434706827416914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmv9TIDFVI/AAAAAAAAApA/3iRaBQly6Kw/s320/239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Nate-our resident Holy Man and Kelsey-the cute little Ladybug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmv9KgwbPI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XmGzPamCSPY/s1600-h/Brooks_the_Pirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267434704515132658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmv9KgwbPI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XmGzPamCSPY/s320/Brooks_the_Pirate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my darling nephew Brooks-The Pirate.&lt;br /&gt;All night he was saying "Aaaargh! Give me some candy, Matey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmv88oOmjI/AAAAAAAAAow/SKpA4cu65pc/s1600-h/The_fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267434700788374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmv88oOmjI/AAAAAAAAAow/SKpA4cu65pc/s320/The_fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a pic of my fam. We have Mike and Bridget-the old fogies (who, might I add, won the costume contest). Erin and Bryan-A golfer and her Caddy (as it should be). Me and Mike-I was Partly Cloudy with a Chance of Rain (I am holding a spray bottle in my hand) and Mike was 1/2 of the quirky "Scrubs" duo. Then there is my mom-now I am not sure what she is, but she has on an old Strawberry Shortcake costume that I wore when I was a kid, and then Brooks the Pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmtBdi1FKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/D-VJfd4m_Ac/s1600-h/the_boys-halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267431479808693410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmtBdi1FKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/D-VJfd4m_Ac/s320/the_boys-halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are all the guys-We have a Candy Bar, Holy Man, JD, Bed Bug (in the back) then Janitor, a Dalmatian, the old fogey in front, Turk, and the Caddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmtA5_fJ_I/AAAAAAAAAog/47pEoHq1C3E/s1600-h/232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267431470265214962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmtA5_fJ_I/AAAAAAAAAog/47pEoHq1C3E/s320/232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mike's brother Dustin-a Cowboy, and his fiancee Kylee-the Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmtAlfOGCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/y_u6CsznD_A/s1600-h/231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267431464761169954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmtAlfOGCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/y_u6CsznD_A/s320/231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steph and Spencer-Batgirl and TURK (from Scrubs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmtAelPFwI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6aaIQ3LtWns/s1600-h/230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267431462907352834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmtAelPFwI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6aaIQ3LtWns/s320/230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hershey's candy Bars (Jason and Sarah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmtAHv6yfI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gRmD_LRiYlA/s1600-h/Erin_and_Bryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267431456778144242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmtAHv6yfI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gRmD_LRiYlA/s320/Erin_and_Bryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erin and Bryan, again-The LPGA golfer and her Caddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmq28nYZvI/AAAAAAAAAoA/DkfDpWgmSPY/s1600-h/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267429100147468018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmq28nYZvI/AAAAAAAAAoA/DkfDpWgmSPY/s320/244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls-Golfer, Partly Cloudy (no rain this time), the Ladybug, Batgirl, Hershey's, Snow White, and a Bed Bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmq2KkckaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/CKVBVn97m5U/s1600-h/243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267429086713385378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmq2KkckaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/CKVBVn97m5U/s320/243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danny, Spencer and Mike-also known as The Janitor, Turk and JD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmq1rV0zfI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tTWmQ_aFxro/s1600-h/242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267429078330559986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmq1rV0zfI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tTWmQ_aFxro/s320/242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's Guy love between two guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmq1RLyhOI/AAAAAAAAAno/pS_Xp1BTbZ8/s1600-h/241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267429071309145314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmq1RLyhOI/AAAAAAAAAno/pS_Xp1BTbZ8/s320/241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow White and her charming Prince Janitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that Halloween is over and the spooky decorations are gone, the Thanksgiving decorations are out with full force! I can't help but celebrate one holiday at a time. I love this time of year! I guess the holidays are officially coming, so Happy Holidays everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-4445118896714217846?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4445118896714217846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=4445118896714217846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4445118896714217846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4445118896714217846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-did-monster-mash.html' title='We Did the Monster Mash!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRmv9TIDFVI/AAAAAAAAApA/3iRaBQly6Kw/s72-c/239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-6484328962808157101</id><published>2008-11-05T14:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:02:35.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know it's Sad but True!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, Mike called me at work and asked if I absolutely had to go to class on Monday. I said there was no way that I could miss it, being math and all, and he again said , "but do you really need to go?" I said yes, and then out of curiosity I asked Why? BECAUSE THEY ARE GIVING AWAY METALLICA TICKETS TO MILITARY PERSONNEL (and the concert is Monday night)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIWaPthqQI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GrcRlLysJLk/s1600-h/metallica-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265295554499422466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIWaPthqQI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GrcRlLysJLk/s320/metallica-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are just some things in life that you make special exceptions for. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIWZ1Ho9TI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4eE4Tg88YiY/s1600-h/Metallica-Group1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265295547361195314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIWZ1Ho9TI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4eE4Tg88YiY/s320/Metallica-Group1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to an earlier math class in was in Salt Lake by 8:00. It was kind of wierd to &lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;be at a Metallica concert, but it was awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ROCK ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIWO18zbqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Sx0fu8rjYgA/s1600-h/james+hetfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265295358605618850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIWO18zbqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Sx0fu8rjYgA/s320/james+hetfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIWOgN1zJI/AAAAAAAAAnA/OZ7VaGrYSSo/s1600-h/metallica-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIV6C8spII/AAAAAAAAAmw/IqV9HwCjOiY/s1600-h/stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265295001317581954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIV6C8spII/AAAAAAAAAmw/IqV9HwCjOiY/s320/stage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIV544SAbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/1lz4h9wb5aQ/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265294998614704562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIV544SAbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/1lz4h9wb5aQ/s320/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIV5mlLkDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7CjcHFXA_K4/s1600-h/kirk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265294993702752306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIV5mlLkDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7CjcHFXA_K4/s320/kirk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIV5vvYmlI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/E97EHj81YL8/s1600-h/lars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265294996161469010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIV5vvYmlI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/E97EHj81YL8/s320/lars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIV576BiiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SbB8tImX8pE/s1600-h/coffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265294999427320354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIV576BiiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SbB8tImX8pE/s320/coffins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-6484328962808157101?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6484328962808157101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=6484328962808157101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6484328962808157101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6484328962808157101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-its-sad-but-true.html' title='You Know it&apos;s Sad but True!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SRIWaPthqQI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GrcRlLysJLk/s72-c/metallica-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-2874701743505721636</id><published>2008-10-28T09:05:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:15:09.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hopping Down the Bunny Trail (or Slopes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SQc1emGhyZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5QrJJQ-8BKs/s1600-h/childrenofwinter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262233489345989010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SQc1emGhyZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5QrJJQ-8BKs/s320/childrenofwinter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is officially that time of year again. The night when all the crazy ski bums in the state of Utah gather at Abravanel Hall, to pay homage to their one true god. Yes that's right, I am talking about Warren Miller. The Warren Miller movie is a religious experience for those who wait all year for the first snowflakes to fall, and they wake up with excitement on a snowy morning as if they have never seen the stuff before. It is the time of year when you see hitch-hikers lining the roads of big and little Cottonwood canyon, and you don't think twice about stopping to give them a ride because we are all one big happy family up on the slopes and why not help a brother/sister out?&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you are probably thinking "Paige, I have never even heard you mention skiing/snowboarding. Why are you subjecting yourself to being around all of these dirty people that haven't showered in weeks (and a few that showered a couple of days ago in preparation for the big event), just to partake of the knowledge of Warren Miller?" Well, I must tell you that, I don't consider myself a regular on the slopes, in fact I am lucky if I make it up once a season, only to take two runs down and spend the rest of the afternoon in the lodge or the car eating granola bars. Again, you are probably asking yourself "why do you care about the Warren Miller Movie?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, my friends, I will explain.&lt;br /&gt;1. It is a tradition with Mike and Spencer to go every year therefore officially kicking off the season. Honestly, it takes all of mine and Steph's strength to keep them from jumping out of their seats every time someone pulls off a gnarly jump!&lt;br /&gt;2. When the movie is over and I am walking out of the theater, I think to myself, I can do that. It can't be that bad. Never mind that I HATE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;! being cold. Never mind that I am sore for days afterward. Never mind that I ultimately spend the entire day by myself because Mike has been going for years and is therefore really good and he gets bored with trying to teach me how to get on and off a lift without falling. I will go because I will have a good time &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I have access to the greatest snow on earth!&lt;br /&gt;3. This year was especially important because my birthday gift from Mike (and Spencer and Steph-thanks again) was to be completely outfitted in snowboarding gear, THE WORKS! Including classes. So by the time we are living in California, where I can really put my skills to use, I should be doing something like this . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SQc1e0V0hUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/bt3qbip_OM8/s1600-h/snowboarding+chcik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262233493168227650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SQc1e0V0hUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/bt3qbip_OM8/s320/snowboarding+chcik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A girl can dream right? Anyway, happy winter sporting to you! Whatever it is that you do to make the best of the long cold months we have bearing down on us. And good luck, too-I don't want to see any broken bones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-2874701743505721636?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2874701743505721636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=2874701743505721636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2874701743505721636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2874701743505721636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-hopping-down-bunny-trail-or-slopes.html' title='Just Hopping Down the Bunny Trail (or Slopes)'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SQc1emGhyZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5QrJJQ-8BKs/s72-c/childrenofwinter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-1022201443268011568</id><published>2008-10-16T08:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:15:08.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAD a Birthday-Shout Hooray!</title><content type='html'>I know this is a couple of weeks late, but thanks everyone for the happy birthday wishes.  I guess I ought to tell you what we did for the big day (one in which I officially entered my LATE twenties!  YIKES!)  Anyway, I had a great birthday with many different celebrations (thanks to my fam and friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went out with a group of friends to The Melting Pot for some awesome food!  If you haven't been there, I highly recommend it.  I am sure you all know the gist of how things are done there, so I won't go into detail.  I must say though, that I am a freak when it comes to cooking meat.  I am always so paranoid that I am going to eat undercooked meat, mostly chicken, and then get really sick.  Because of this I rarely order chicken at a restaurant, so I must say that I was really worried when we had to cook the meat ourselves, but everything turned out great and they tell you if the meat comes by land (pork, chicken, beef) cook it for 2 mins and if by sea, for 1.5.  I probably left everything in for about 5, but it still tasted so good.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SPdTrlgV29I/AAAAAAAAAdA/humcAfBB-9s/s1600-h/Me+and+Mike+MP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257763098245585874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SPdTrlgV29I/AAAAAAAAAdA/humcAfBB-9s/s320/Me+and+Mike+MP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and me blurred by steam from our fondue pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SPdTr_0VuJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jO-D1RnEBPg/s1600-h/MP+Diehls"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257763105308784786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SPdTr_0VuJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jO-D1RnEBPg/s320/MP+Diehls" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danny and Jacy (thanks for taking pics guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SPdTsCCAKWI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/laNUnyB1FAM/s1600-h/RANDLE+MP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257763105902963042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SPdTsCCAKWI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/laNUnyB1FAM/s320/RANDLE+MP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer and Steph&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SPdTsGL1Q8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/qeQLmeVZ6vs/s1600-h/ROVER!"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257763107017933762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SPdTsGL1Q8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/qeQLmeVZ6vs/s320/ROVER!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was probably the most exciting part of our night (yeah I know, we need to get out more) but oh well.  We were sitting at our table and outside we saw this really nice Range Rover pull up.  Now it was a nice car, so we were all a little intrigued, but then it got even better.  The door opened and out stepped Deron Williams.  All five-foot-nothing of him.  Ok, I know that is an exaggeration, but compared to the guys he was with, his entourage, posse, call it what you will, he looked so tiny.   We all just stared to see where he was headed.  Now, the windows to the restaurant weren't tinted or anything, so he could clearly see that we were all full on staring, but we didn't care.  (and like he was really bothered anyway.)  Just a pinch of excitement to add to our fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SPdTsS3YAxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Cmq6rejpRJw/s1600-h/deronwilliams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257763110421791506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SPdTsS3YAxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Cmq6rejpRJw/s320/deronwilliams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-1022201443268011568?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1022201443268011568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=1022201443268011568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1022201443268011568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1022201443268011568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-had-birthday-shout-hooray.html' title='I HAD a Birthday-Shout Hooray!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SPdTrlgV29I/AAAAAAAAAdA/humcAfBB-9s/s72-c/Me+and+Mike+MP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-1809404127901085074</id><published>2008-10-10T13:13:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:09:14.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A WEIRD-O!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Senessa and Lindsay in the same day and this one has been going around, and until that day I was really glad I hadn't been tagged because I was really not wanting to share these things but I guess I will, since you have all shared yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quirks about me (and FYI I am cringing right now even thinking that I am going to put these out there. Even Mike may not know about some of these.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. When ever I am going to be gone all day long, for example leave for work at 7:30 and get home from school around 9:30, and I am just going going going, I have to go home and just walk in the back door and stand in the dining room. It is weird, but I have always been that way. I just need to be in my house for a minute, and then I am good to go wherever I need to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. When it comes to drying my hands in a public restroom, I count out the paper towels that I use, but the number varies with every paper towel dispenser, and although I know that the hand dryers are more sanitary and "environmentally-friendly" I HATE THEM! They take way too long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Automatic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SO-uXOsdZlI/AAAAAAAAAco/yXIJihZekxU/s1600-h/Auto+PT+Dispenser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255611004269454930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SO-uXOsdZlI/AAAAAAAAAco/yXIJihZekxU/s320/Auto+PT+Dispenser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 hand waves in front of the little sensor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ones with the lever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SO-uXVD85aI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9ab8-UlkVU0/s1600-h/Lever+PT+dispenser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255611005978600866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SO-uXVD85aI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9ab8-UlkVU0/s320/Lever+PT+dispenser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 pulls of the lever &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stack 'em-up-inside kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SO-uXUCVhmI/AAAAAAAAAc4/y5BFHLMXsq4/s1600-h/PT+dispenser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255611005703390818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SO-uXUCVhmI/AAAAAAAAAc4/y5BFHLMXsq4/s320/PT+dispenser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SO-uXUCVhmI/AAAAAAAAAc4/y5BFHLMXsq4/s1600-h/PT+dispenser.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 yanks on the paper towel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Whenever I am driving ona road that I take quite often (like the road to work or to my parent's house), I like to look at the houses and businesses along the way as if I were a visitor seeing these things for the first time.  I like to ask myself if I were a visitor, would I like to come back to this place, or is one time enough.  Everytime I do this, I usually notice something new.  It is really interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. I love to vacuum, just to hear stuff being sucked up by the vacuum. Unfortunately I don't participate in this activity as often as I should, but when I do vacuum, I really enjoy it. What is even better is using a steam cleaner on your carpet. We (Lindsay-Power and I) did this before we moved in to our house and it was seriously exhilarating! I loved comparing a newly clean strip of carpet to the one next to it just waiting to be cleaned. Maybe I should see if Stanley Steemer is hiring. (right now I know Mike is thinking that either my mom or sister is writing this post, but I promise, babe-it is really me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. When I sleep, I have to wear pajama bottoms (sweats actually), and a t-shirt (I am sure Mike loves that-sorry babe), but then in the summer I will ask Mike to crank up the AC and turn on the fan in our room. In the winter I will open the window and again turn the fan on, but then curl up with the sheet, blanket and down comforter. Also, when it is hot outside, I still have to sleep with a heavy blanket covering me. I cannot sleep with just a sheet. It drives Mike crazy! Also, on that note I always have to have one foot out of the blankets to keep me cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. I am a mystery buff. Books, movies, TV shows everything. Now you may ask, why is this considered a quirk? Well, I get really excited to watch these things, but then when they are on, I get really uneasy. I have to have a blanket, and I can't ever be by myself while watching them, and then I will leave the room when things get too intense. Then it (the subject of the movie or TV show) usually bothers me for weeks. Unfortunately I always forget this nasty cycle I have and go right back to them. At least with an intense book I can just put in in the freezer. (Just a little Friends reference for those of you who are in the know).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now you know more about me than you ever thought you would want to. I am sure there are more than just these, and if it were pet peeves, my head is full of them today, and I could go on for days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = data /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. I tag YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = b /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-1809404127901085074?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1809404127901085074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=1809404127901085074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1809404127901085074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1809404127901085074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-weird-o.html' title='WHAT A WEIRD-O!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SO-uXOsdZlI/AAAAAAAAAco/yXIJihZekxU/s72-c/Auto+PT+Dispenser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-8964808749799331997</id><published>2008-09-22T14:52:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:32:12.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear Ol' Davis High School!</title><content type='html'>Good times. Val tagged me. I have been holding off on posting this because I have some awesome pics from the glory days, but I guess I can add those later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;High School: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Davis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5rH8DIOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zjGWMqflHiE/s1600-h/davis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251471684774600930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5rH8DIOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zjGWMqflHiE/s320/davis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. Did you date someone from your high school: Yes-I did. The most memorable would have to be my rock-star husband (although short lived), with his bleached blonde hair, parted down the middle.&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of car did you drive? : Well, the car that I was given to drive was driven to school the last day of the semester, before Christmas break and then totaled during Christmas Break. Needless to say, I didn't get a car until I left for college three years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5rWxBljI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zJsizqX8RuY/s1600-h/horizon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251471688754894386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5rWxBljI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zJsizqX8RuY/s320/horizon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This is the car, although mine was brown and the license plate read "DARTS". It was a hand me down from my sister.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your most embarrassing moment in high school? I think I had quite a few, but one would have to be falling out of a jeep wrangler on a date with a guy I really liked. For more details, please refer to 100 things about me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Were you a party animal? I don't think so-unless any of you out there would like to object.&lt;br /&gt;5. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? I would have to admit that I was in sophomore girls choir, and we were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TERRIBLE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) I did date somebody who played the bass guitar in the Jazz band (Yeah, honey, I am talking about you). Also another person I dated played the clarinet in the band, his sophomore year, although if I had known that, I probably wouldn't have dated him. :) (And I hope all if you reading this know I am not actually that shallow)&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you a nerd? : Unfortunately I would have to say yes. When me and all my girlfriends got together, LOOK OUT! We never knew where the night would take us! I just remember lip synching at Lindsay's house with wooden spoons and spatulas.&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you on any varsity teams? : Just soccer, but come to find out I wasn't that good (an unfortunate fact I learned after sitting out the entire first game of the season.) I made the best of it though, and if we were killing the other team, I got to play. :) So I was a part-time varsity player, but I had some really good times on the sidelines. (I hope that some of you remember what I am talking about when I say "Dog Pound!" Who let the dogs out?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5rl017zI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hr3MIzPOgjU/s1600-h/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251471692797439794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5rl017zI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hr3MIzPOgjU/s320/soccer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. Did you get suspended/expelled? : No, but that would have made a good story-maybe I should have tried a little harder. . .&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you still sing the fight song? : "Oh When the Darts, go marching in, oh when the Darts go marching in, We will all stand together and cheer them, when the Darts go marching in. Fight team! Fight team! Fight! Fight!" (Ha! Now it is stuck in your head, too.)&lt;br /&gt;10. School Mascot? Dart-man/Dart-Woman (You go girl! Yes, Dusty Lindblad, I am talking to you!) Go Darts! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SN0uwKgR01I/AAAAAAAAAaA/7qIDiDSVcAk/s1600-h/davis+darts.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5r1f0qGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9O2mk2utJ-Q/s1600-h/davis+darts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251471697004243042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5r1f0qGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9O2mk2utJ-Q/s320/davis+darts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11. Who was your favorite teacher? Man I loved Ms. Coburn. She could make any subject exciting, but I loved my AP psych class. Also I loved this guy. . . &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SN0uwKEVDzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZwCi9j0RFBc/s1600-h/mike50.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Mike Navidomskis. His classes were so entertaining. I even aimed for poor citizenship so I could attend his U make-up classes. Ok, just kidding, but unfortuntely I did have to attend one of them. Most entertaining U make-up ever. Sure as heck beats janitorial work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5B0zIwKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/2-Hq5ooiEPg/s1600-h/mike50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251470975262310562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5B0zIwKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/2-Hq5ooiEPg/s320/mike50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was alway tying flies during class. Looks like the hard work paid off-although that is one ugly fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Where did you sit during lunch?: Outside Bowman's or in an over-crowded Spanky's. Or the favorite, Lindsay's kitchen, and maybe getting too comfy and not going back for our next class. 13. Did you go to homecoming and with who?: Yes, I had two experiences with homecoming. . .&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5Bw8yseI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Y0IspFUy9XM/s1600-h/homecoming-preston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251470974229066210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5Bw8yseI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Y0IspFUy9XM/s320/homecoming-preston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Junior year, Preston Croxford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5CKtU_eI/AAAAAAAAAbY/obozPiNdCrE/s1600-h/homecoming+mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251470981143526882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5CKtU_eI/AAAAAAAAAbY/obozPiNdCrE/s320/homecoming+mike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Senior Year-Mike Burgin, yeah you heard me right, although at that time if you had told me that we were going to get married, I would have have said "Come, again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. If you could go back and do it again, would you? I loved high school! I would totally do it again, but I would have put a little bit more of an effort toward the school part. It would have saved me work in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you remember most about graduation?:Skipping out a little early on the all night party (apparently we missed the big sing along to that one graduation song), but swimming at Lindsay's until about 6 in the morning and then heading to work at 8. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;16. Where did you go senior skip day?: Barnes Park. . .that is about all I remember, all though the original plan was to have a Ferris Bueller day. (Museum, fancy retstaurant, Cubs game-I mean Bees).&lt;br /&gt;17. Were you in any clubs? : Pro-Schola! A-T-T-A-C-K! ATTACK! Also, I think that fashion board counts, and you can't forget DECA.&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you gained weight since then?: No comment.&lt;br /&gt;19. Who was your prom date?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5COm5heI/AAAAAAAAAbg/3yQRFjFZRh8/s1600-h/prom-ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251470982190302690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5COm5heI/AAAAAAAAAbg/3yQRFjFZRh8/s320/prom-ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Junior year-Ryan Wicknick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5Cq7qysI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lZVl8dRZjjU/s1600-h/prom+2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251470989793610434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5Cq7qysI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lZVl8dRZjjU/s320/prom+2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Senior year-Spencer Lloyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;20. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion?: Yeah, if we even have one-I would like to know whatever happened with our 5 year?&lt;br /&gt;21. Looking back, what advice would you give yourself?: None-I had a great time! Ok, I guess I would tell myself to take school a little bit more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to know more about your high school experiences-&lt;br /&gt;Steph, Jacy, Erin, Morgan, and anyone else that reads this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. I had so much fun digging through pics at my mom's house, that I have decided to devote an entire blog post to old pictures. Coming soon to a computer near you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-8964808749799331997?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8964808749799331997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=8964808749799331997' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8964808749799331997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8964808749799331997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-dear-ol-davis-high-school.html' title='Oh Dear Ol&apos; Davis High School!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SOD5rH8DIOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zjGWMqflHiE/s72-c/davis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-7506013023168042558</id><published>2008-09-12T09:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:57:41.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Goin' Back to Cali. . .!</title><content type='html'>Well, everyone, I guess I can break the news! It is official-Mike and I are going back to California. He has been offered a job with Ernst &amp;amp; Young, an accounting firm that has an office in San Jose. They also have an office in Salt Lake, just putting that out there to put my mother's mind at ease. We are actually really excited for the change. Now I have been a little bit hesitant about putting this on here because he doesn't actually start work until September 2009.  He has another tiny little obligation to fulfill before he can officially join the working world of public accountants, so we do have a year to get used to the whole idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMqMBCM7UNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RPolxxA13Nc/s1600-h/ernst+and+young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245158665425211602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMqMBCM7UNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RPolxxA13Nc/s320/ernst+and+young.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the San Jose office.  I wish you could see the surrounding area, though.  There is a park across the street and the Museum of Technology (plus many more, spread all throughout the city) across another street, and then a cute little shopping district with restaurants and things just past the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you all to know how proud I am of Mike.  He has worked so hard to get to where he is.  Also, he has wanted to move back to California (he lived there until he was 12), ever since we got married, but I was always way anti.  I thought I would stay in Utah my whole life, and I was ok with that.  I have finally gotten used to the idea, and am actually very excited (sorry, mom).  This is a great reward for all the hard work Mike has done for the last 4 years.  Love you, babe, and I am so proud of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-7506013023168042558?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7506013023168042558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=7506013023168042558' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7506013023168042558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7506013023168042558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-goin-back-to-cali.html' title='We&apos;re Goin&apos; Back to Cali. . .!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMqMBCM7UNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RPolxxA13Nc/s72-c/ernst+and+young.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-8433062731043532917</id><published>2008-09-10T16:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:28:27.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Summertime</title><content type='html'>Well, since autumn is quickly approaching, I thought I might need to chronicle the rest of our summer. As we all know, San Jose was a destination of choice this summer and I tried to get in as much as possible while I was there. On my last trip out there, we finally made it to the Winchester Mystery House. WooHoo! I was so excited. It wasn't at all what I thought it would be though. I was expecting a haunted house type thing, but it ended up just being a tour of a strange house built by a strange woman. Now don't get me wrong-I loved every minute of it, and it was totally worth the time, I just thought it would be a different kind of tour-ya know 'tell a scary story about the seance room and then close the doors and turn out the lights' kind of tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMhF6A4AKaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p6-4hL9wNvU/s1600-h/179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244518629042563490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMhF6A4AKaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p6-4hL9wNvU/s320/179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, on our way home, we took a little detour out to Monterey to visit the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I am a nut when it comes to the oceanic world and anything having to do with it. So needless to say I was like a kid in a salty, blue, water-filled candy store! We had to visit all the exhibits and see a show and take tons of pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMhF6YzFUwI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PIA3KE6TQyE/s1600-h/187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244518635464381186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMhF6YzFUwI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PIA3KE6TQyE/s320/187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Jellies!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMhF7JexFEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/leiAOK7qNgo/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244518648532505666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMhF7JexFEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/leiAOK7qNgo/s320/195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was like a waterfall type tunnel thing that was supposed to show the ferocity of waves, or a tide or something or another, but I honestly don't remember what. It was cool anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMhF7ZZ5FhI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XMhL8J171Qo/s1600-h/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244518652807026194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMhF7ZZ5FhI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XMhL8J171Qo/s320/206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was just in front of one of their ginormous tanks. They have people that get in the tanks in scuba gear for feeding and for cleaning the tanks. Hmm-maybe I should put my scuba certification to good use. (Or maybe I should just go on a good diving excursion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMhF8PJFZhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vZwOXLEq-zI/s1600-h/194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244518667232044562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMhF8PJFZhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vZwOXLEq-zI/s320/194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike touching a sting ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time driving out of our way 60 miles south on coastal highway. Beautiful scenery, and well worth the time. Next time we will head north to the Redwoods. (Or maybe it will be a weekend road trip. . .) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-8433062731043532917?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8433062731043532917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=8433062731043532917' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8433062731043532917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8433062731043532917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-summertime.html' title='Sweet Summertime'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SMhF6A4AKaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p6-4hL9wNvU/s72-c/179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-5254246472330256953</id><published>2008-08-25T16:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:23:23.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School, Back to School</title><content type='html'>"Back to School, Back to School-to prove to my Dad (or everybody else) that I'm not a fool. I've got my lunch packed up, my shoes tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight! Back to School, Back to School, Back to School."&lt;br /&gt;-Billy Madison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SLMunXVp4YI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UMlVPa9IIa4/s1600-h/utah-logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238582045376635266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SLMunXVp4YI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UMlVPa9IIa4/s320/utah-logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO UTES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I guess we can't forget the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wildcats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SLMtP2DOtNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6ufJbMHdOCw/s1600-h/Weber-State-University-2DA83BCB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238580541792367826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SLMtP2DOtNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6ufJbMHdOCw/s320/Weber-State-University-2DA83BCB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been so long since I attended Weber that the Utes just became the team at our house. Not saying that I won't be supporting U football (and sitting in the student section no less) this season, but I guess since I will be attending the big Purple, I should show a little school spirit. Normally this is where I would burst out singing the school fight song, but I have to admit that I don't know even the tiniest line to the Weber fight song. If anyone could help me out, it would be very much appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, as this school year starts up again, I look at Mike and think-man I wish I only had a semester of school left. Unfortunately I am a College dropout who has now realized the error of her ways and hopefully in two semesters (after this one, in total 3) I will join the ranks of college graduates with a worthless, yet enjoyable, degree in English. Wish us luck everybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-5254246472330256953?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5254246472330256953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=5254246472330256953' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5254246472330256953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5254246472330256953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-back-to-school.html' title='Back to School, Back to School'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SLMunXVp4YI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UMlVPa9IIa4/s72-c/utah-logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-7345346506053205693</id><published>2008-08-19T09:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:07:57.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Guy Love Between Two Guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SKrvTJbgL9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/vWXh7qrs-UQ/s1600-h/turkJD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236260628999450578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SKrvTJbgL9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/vWXh7qrs-UQ/s320/turkJD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so for all of you out there that watch Scrubs and know it like we do at our home, you will think this is very funny! For those of you that don't I highly recommend that you rent it or find a friend that has them all recorded (eh hem, we do!) and watch the episode titled "My Musical" and fast forward to the ballad sang by Turk and JD, to each other.  My husband has a friend named Spencer and if you know these two, you know that there is a bond between them that just can't be severed. Not that I am trying too hard, though, because as a result of their guy love, I have really gotten to know Spencer's wife. And if we have anything in common, it is the knowledge that our husbands are nerds when it comes to each other. Anyway, I just thought I would throw this on here to remind myself of the funny and sometimes perplexing things that they do. They never cease to surprise me. We have even joked that Spencer (before he got married) was husband #2. I guess it never hurt to have good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy Love by&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sung by Turk and JD, aka Spencer and Mike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[J.D.] Let's face the facts about me and you, A love unspecified. Though I'm proud to call you "Chocolate Bear," The crowd will always talk and stare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Turk] I feel exactly those feelings, too And that's why I keep them inside. 'Cause this bear can't bear the world's disdain, And sometimes it's easier to hide, Than explain our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[J.D. and Turk] Guy love, That's all it is, Guy love, He's mine, I'm his, There's nothing gay about it in our eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Turk] You ask me 'bout this thing we share, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[J.D.] And he tenderly replies, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Turk] It's guy love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[J.D. and Turk] Between two guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Turk] We're closer than the average man and wife, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[J.D.] That's why our matching bracelets say Turk and J.D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Turk] You know I'll stick by for the rest of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[J.D.] There's no need to clarify, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Turk] Oh no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[J.D.] Just let it grow more and more each day. It's like I married my best friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Turk] But in a totally manly way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[J.D. and Turk] Let's go! It's guy love, Don't compromise, The feeling of some other guy, Holding up your heart, Into the sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[J.D.] I'll be there to care through all the lows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Turk] I'll be there to share the highs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[J.D. and Turk] It's guy love, Between two guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[J.D.] And when I say, "I love you, Turk," It's not what it implies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[J.D. and Turk] It's guy love Between Two Guys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-7345346506053205693?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7345346506053205693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=7345346506053205693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7345346506053205693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7345346506053205693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-guy-love-between-two-guys.html' title='It&apos;s Guy Love Between Two Guys!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SKrvTJbgL9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/vWXh7qrs-UQ/s72-c/turkJD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-4927578562628121190</id><published>2008-07-29T10:15:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:32.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know the Way to San Jose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;AND WE'RE OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I guess it's about time I wrote about our summer, seeing as how August is quickly creeping up on us, and so much has happened in this small amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;On June 22nd we started out on our road trip to San Jose, CA. Mike was really excited to get to California and get started on his internship this summer, and although I was a little reluctant to have him gone, I was really excited to be in the car with him for such a long time. For those of you who don't know, Mike works for Delta and anytime we want to go anywhere, we fly, even to St. George, and Vegas. I know, lame, but if we can fly, we will. Driving was definitely a new experience for us, but a great way to spend quality time together. We headed out on Sunday afternoon (a little later than planned, but when do you ever leave on time?), in my dad's old little Honda Del Sol. Now if you really look, you can see that this could have been potentially a bad situation, because we were literally TRAPPED in a tiny tin can (sorry, Dad, but it is so small, almost claustrophobic). There was nowhere to go in case of an argument, not that I was planning on it, but you know what can happen when you are in a confined space with someone for a long period of time. Anyway, enough about that. The car was great, and we had a lot of fun, minus a couple minor setbacks, but eventually we made it. Thanks, Dad for the loaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9S0sXTx8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/b0Rnj2MIKMI/s1600-h/del+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228488757616035778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9S0sXTx8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/b0Rnj2MIKMI/s320/del+sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way, we stopped in Reno, at Circus Circus, to get some sleep for the night, but nothing too memorable there, so moving on.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9Lr0cliFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/fDJlyDqZ5bk/s1600-h/tahoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228480908585437266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9Lr0cliFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/fDJlyDqZ5bk/s320/tahoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next stop on our trip, that was filled with road construction, and single lane highways, and smoky, hot air, was Lake Tahoe. This was the best pic that we had, and if you have ever been to Tahoe, you know that something is missing. How about the mountains and the beautiful landscape. Thanks to the fires raging in Northern California, the sky was filled with smoke and you couldn't see a dang thing! I personally had never been to Tahoe before and Mike was so excited to show me this beautiful place that he remembers visiting when he was younger, it was such a disappointment when we got there. We will just have to stop on our way back (in about 18 days, but I'm not counting or anything) and hopefully it will be a little bit more clear and we will be able to take in the beauty, or so I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9LsAAe9_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/np7KOkveJCE/s1600-h/Santa+Cruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228480911688792050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9LsAAe9_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/np7KOkveJCE/s320/Santa+Cruz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next stop on our trip was actually Santa Clara. We drove by to see where Mike would be living for the next 8 weeks. Then on to Downtown San Jose (only about 5 mins from his apartment) and it was such a pretty city. There is a park in the middle of the city, across from Mike's office. Surrounded by museums, and fun restaurants and cute little stores, a great way to spend an afternoon. We headed down to Santa Cruz from there, where we spent the night before I left Mike in California all by his lonesome self. We walked down to the beach and ate dinner (fish and chips,) on the Pier. The Pier we were walking on was a natural wildlife reserve where seals came to hang out, sleep and play. We got to watch them for a while. I loved it! Then again, I am mesmerized by pretty much any marine creatures! I was in seal heaven! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PANCAKES AND OLD FRIENDS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9LsbA0aGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IS1IwatC-sA/s1600-h/stacks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228480918937954402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9LsbA0aGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IS1IwatC-sA/s320/stacks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of weeks after I came home from California (with Mike visiting for the 4th in between there), I headed back to San Jose for a visit. On this trip I was able to make contact with an old roommate of mine, that I actually met while I was living in Oregon, and she and her family are now living about 3 hours from San Jose, unfortunately right where the worst fires were burning in Northern Cali, so she was looking for an escape. We decided to meet up for breakfast one morning, while she was on her way to the beach. We ate breakfast at this yummy restaurant "Stack's" in a darling little town called Campbell (I think I might want to live there one day). The food was great and the restaurant had a fun atmosphere. After that, we went our separate ways, but it was so great to see you again, Senessa. I am thinking there will be many more opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9KVxI8AjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-E_mV_nZUnU/s1600-h/A"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228479430228967986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9KVxI8AjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-E_mV_nZUnU/s320/A%27s+Stadium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course we had to take in an &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;el's&lt;/span&gt; game while I was there, basically this is the whole reason for my visit. They were playing the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A's&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oakland&lt;/span&gt;, which is about a 45 minute train ride from San Jose. We got tix right behind home plate and were surrounded entirely by &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A's&lt;/span&gt; fans. We tried to be courteous, knowing that this was their home game, but we couldn't help but let out a few cheers and claps now and then. (I thought the drunk lady in front of us was going to turn around give Mike a piece of her mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9KWeBD8OI/AAAAAAAAAW8/7mi7UyVY05o/s1600-h/We+won!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228479442275528930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9KWeBD8OI/AAAAAAAAAW8/7mi7UyVY05o/s320/We+won!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and did I mention that the &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;el's&lt;/span&gt; won that game? Maybe that is why &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A's&lt;/span&gt; fans weren't so fond of us, or. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9KXFUUIUI/AAAAAAAAAXE/omTiBOqpmKM/s1600-h/Angels+gear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228479452825264450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9KXFUUIUI/AAAAAAAAAXE/omTiBOqpmKM/s320/Angels+gear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maybe it was because we looked like this! As we waited at the platform for the train, a very kind but reluctant &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A's &lt;/span&gt;fan took this picture of us. His friends were not very happy that he took the picture, but we were very grateful, and we had definitely behaved ourselves that night. After being boo'd at, spit at and given crusties galore, it could have been a lot worse. Have you ever heard us heckle? Anyway, we had a blast and I love spending time like that with Mike. He was in baseball heaven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-4927578562628121190?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4927578562628121190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=4927578562628121190' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4927578562628121190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4927578562628121190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-know-way-to-san-jose.html' title='Do You Know the Way to San Jose?'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SI9S0sXTx8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/b0Rnj2MIKMI/s72-c/del+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-6386895794951069960</id><published>2008-07-07T08:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:57:28.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories. . .Like the Corners of My Mind</title><content type='html'>Ok, so first off I have to say thanks to Marcie, and then Morgan, for sending me speeding down memory lane this morning.  Man it is like a train just barreling through.  I saw this tiny tag on Marcie's blog and I started thinking about all the good times that were had in Jr High and then High School, and then even college and I am feeling very nostalgic at the moment.  What fun times!   If you want to play along I would be so thrilled.  I loved to reminisce.  We could almost pretend that we are sitting around a table at Jake's Over the Top ("The Max"), or Cafe Rio. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Add a comment of a memory you have of the two of us together. It doesn't matter if you know me very well or just a little, it can be anything. It can be a recent memory or from way back. Once you leave a comment I will assume you are playing too.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add these instructions to you own post and wait for the memories to start rolling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = b /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-6386895794951069960?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6386895794951069960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=6386895794951069960' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6386895794951069960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6386895794951069960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories-like-corners-of-my-mind.html' title='Memories. . .Like the Corners of My Mind'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-6755983733795288344</id><published>2008-06-27T08:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:33.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal Top 30 Fave Things About Erin!</title><content type='html'>Happy Happy Birthday Erin, Dear. Happy days will come to you all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so if you haven't guessed my sister's birthday is coming up. Tomorrow to be exact, and she is going to be the big 3-0! I figure it is ok to tell you that, since she has made a huge deal of it herself. For her birthday she went to New York with her friends, LUCKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I would tell you 30 things about her that I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SGT50F2ljOI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZpblMkVgtSo/s1600-h/happy+easter-erin+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216568941721521378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SGT50F2ljOI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZpblMkVgtSo/s320/happy+easter-erin+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. She is always Singing.&lt;br /&gt;2. She is always dancing.&lt;br /&gt;3. She taught me how to shave my legs.&lt;br /&gt;4. She is an excellent mom!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SGT50hCkP5I/AAAAAAAAATw/RWN1UCzA26Q/s1600-h/Brooks+and+Erin+Zoo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216568949019525010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SGT50hCkP5I/AAAAAAAAATw/RWN1UCzA26Q/s320/Brooks+and+Erin+Zoo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. She always shared her clothes with me, even if it was the last thing she wanted to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. She introduced me to Abercrombie and Fitch (before it was ever in Utah).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. And even earlier she introduced me to Girbaud Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SGT51Bqte6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/hfT-yA0fbHk/s1600-h/Lipstick+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216568957777836962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SGT51Bqte6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/hfT-yA0fbHk/s320/Lipstick+pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. She taught me how to put on lip liner and lipstick. I think she did a pretty good job! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. She is always happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. She can't go a day without a diet coke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. When it is cold she can't go a day without a Starbucks hot chocolate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. She was a cheerleader in Junior High and High School, and even in college, and she still has the same energy today that she had back then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. She is a great dancer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. When she had friends over, she always included me, and still does to this day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. She instilled my love of playing loud music on the radio and singing along even louder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. She has great style!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. She is classy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Her house is always clean. (and she has a 2 year old. Very impressive)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. She is a great friend, I would even dare say she is the best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. She always knows just the right things to say and do when life isn't going your way, or even when it is, whether it be flowers, a card, or even a simple phone call.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. She is a "glass half full" person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. She is a great cook and an even better baker and she isn't afraid to try new things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. She talks really really fast, a trait that we share!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. She is Christlike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. She is a wonderful wife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. She appreciates the simple things in life, for example, all she wants to do on her birthday is go for a bike ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. She is one heck of an Eponine. Saturday morning chores were never dull with a good Broadway soundtrack in the CD player.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. She loves to make up dances to songs and then somehow she would persuade us all to perform them for whoever was around, whether it was our parents, boyfriends, friends, etc. . . (she even got our brothers to participate). Sleigh Ride by the Carpenters will forever be a tradition, I think.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SGT51vrpN3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/5DpLpe8IR1w/s1600-h/The+masseys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216568970129782642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SGT51vrpN3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/5DpLpe8IR1w/s320/The+masseys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 29. She loves nothing more than to spend time with her family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. And the best thing of all about Erin, is that she is MY sister, and for that I am the luckiest person in the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-6755983733795288344?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6755983733795288344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=6755983733795288344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6755983733795288344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6755983733795288344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-personal-top-30-fave-things-about.html' title='My Personal Top 30 Fave Things About Erin!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SGT50F2ljOI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZpblMkVgtSo/s72-c/happy+easter-erin+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-4524687282478002636</id><published>2008-06-09T12:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:35.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts and Cracker Jacks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE2GFUNjv-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/O8xhzlLLzcY/s1600-h/Bees+Staadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209967769820577762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE2GFUNjv-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/O8xhzlLLzcY/s320/Bees+Staadium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it is officially Mike's favorite time of year again. With thirsty Thursdays ($2 beers, not that we participate, but it so much fun sitting the stands with those that do), all you can eat Tuesdays- $1 hot dogs, although again I don't participate (I think baseball season would be so much better if I liked HD's), and heckling, cheering, heckling, cheering, and so on. We LOVE Bees baseball in our house and our reasons are 3-fold.&lt;br /&gt;#1 They are the official minor league team of SLC. Support your local teams!&lt;br /&gt;#2 It is just fun to go to a baseball game, eating your sunflower seeds, and peanuts and hot dogs and churros and kettle corn and, well you get the point, and enjoying the warm spring and summer nights.&lt;br /&gt;AND. . .&lt;br /&gt;#3 Mike's most favorite reason being that the Bees feed in to the Angels. Mike is the HUGEST Angels fan and if we are lucky, we sometimes get to see Angels players playing for the Bees! When a major leaguer gets injured, they like to keep them playing during their recuperation, so they drop them down to the Minor team, and lucky for us, we get to watch them play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE181vtRvBI/AAAAAAAAASY/ohpnAtan_eI/s1600-h/D.+Brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957606718815250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE181vtRvBI/AAAAAAAAASY/ohpnAtan_eI/s320/D.+Brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is D. Brown. He is one of our faves to cheer for! He will look up and wave or smile at least one time every game. I love it that the players don't feel like they are too good to interact with the crowd. D. BROWOON! (His last name always seems to come out as 2 syllables when I yell it, so that is what I imagine it would look like spelled out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE182OMqsrI/AAAAAAAAASg/yd7W-hxljYo/s1600-h/Suite+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957614903538354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE182OMqsrI/AAAAAAAAASg/yd7W-hxljYo/s320/Suite+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Jacy has on two occasions managed to score "suite" seats! (pun intended). They really are great seats and it is great that we can go inside if the weather is chilly (unfortunately it was both times). We still had so much fun, thanks Jacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE1825-hvbI/AAAAAAAAASo/cxJ_IaAKWIM/s1600-h/us+at+the+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957626655391154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE1825-hvbI/AAAAAAAAASo/cxJ_IaAKWIM/s320/us+at+the+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tickets are actually really inexpensive. You can get student rates, or it is fun to buy the outfield seats and take blankets and just hang out. It makes a great date night or FHE. And if the kids get too bored or rowdy, you don't feel bad leaving because you didn't spend a fortune.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE184JIOesI/AAAAAAAAASw/HjlSBQfY1LY/s1600-h/catch_action.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957647902472898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE184JIOesI/AAAAAAAAASw/HjlSBQfY1LY/s320/catch_action.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE18fSI4ggI/AAAAAAAAARw/y-wo5BFOZGc/s1600-h/bumble1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957220824416770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE18fSI4ggI/AAAAAAAAARw/y-wo5BFOZGc/s320/bumble1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think anything represents the American Past-time better than this. (The Diamond, not the bee).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thrilled that I have a husband who loves activities like these, even if he has to practically drag me out to the field, he knows I will thank him for it later. We always end up having a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE18hnAcbQI/AAAAAAAAASA/DPvxEN0jo78/s1600-h/bees+game+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957260785904898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE18hnAcbQI/AAAAAAAAASA/DPvxEN0jo78/s320/bees+game+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And as if watching it is not enough, we have to get in our time at the batting cages as well. I have actually gotten pretty dang good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE18ijFHP4I/AAAAAAAAASI/MXB4-Yh6Kfs/s1600-h/batting+cages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957276911615874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE18ijFHP4I/AAAAAAAAASI/MXB4-Yh6Kfs/s320/batting+cages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go Bees!/Angels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE18jjjKz6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/MNce1cXHPFw/s1600-h/angels_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957294217547682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE18jjjKz6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/MNce1cXHPFw/s320/angels_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-4524687282478002636?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4524687282478002636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=4524687282478002636' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4524687282478002636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4524687282478002636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/peanuts-and-cracker-jacks.html' title='Peanuts and Cracker Jacks!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SE2GFUNjv-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/O8xhzlLLzcY/s72-c/Bees+Staadium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-3128645315542056964</id><published>2008-05-29T15:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:36.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Late Memorial Day to you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8bRJXQJCI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ke2j77bmr-I/s1600-h/american-flag-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205909675648754722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8bRJXQJCI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ke2j77bmr-I/s320/american-flag-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memorial Day always brings around the same traditions in my family. On Sunday, we always head to the Provo Cemetary to visit my mom's family. We have done this for as long as I can remember. It wasn't always the experience that is is these days. As kids I just remember it being a way too long drive, and then an even longer wait at the cemetary while the adults shared stories about the ones we were visitng. Then we had to walk through the whole cemetary and all we wanted to do was go the park, have a picnic and play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8bRpXQJDI/AAAAAAAAARI/Qr55sVl_Gdc/s1600-h/Hazel+and+Ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205909684238689330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8bRpXQJDI/AAAAAAAAARI/Qr55sVl_Gdc/s320/Hazel+and+Ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These days, we appreciate it a little more and we are able to join in on the stories that are shared. Even if we didn't know the visitees, we love to listen to stories about them and learn new things every year. This is a couple that I did know, and I knew well. This is my Great-Grandpa Ed and Great-Grandma Hazel (my mom's grand parents). These two were so spunky! And they always had popscicles in their freezer, saltine crackers in the pantry and piles and piles of golf balls and golf clubs in their basement. That kept us entertained for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8bR5XQJEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Z7kq0-d4S54/s1600-h/Cemetary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205909688533656642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8bR5XQJEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Z7kq0-d4S54/s320/Cemetary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Brooks' first experience with the cemetery. My poor sister told us that she sat down with him and told him where we were going and that we don't step on gravestones because it is disrespectful. Well, Brooks is 2 and I am sure the only thing that registered in his little head was "step on gravestones". Good effort, Erin, but he was going to do it anyway. And heaven forbid you stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8bSpXQJFI/AAAAAAAAARY/GlcIefeqoNY/s1600-h/hamburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205909701418558546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8bSpXQJFI/AAAAAAAAARY/GlcIefeqoNY/s320/hamburger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Monday, we usually get together for a little BBQ, and some games. Although this year the games didn't happen, we still made hamburgers at my parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8bSpXQJGI/AAAAAAAAARg/tszDSxn_CLc/s1600-h/PS+I+love+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205909701418558562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8bSpXQJGI/AAAAAAAAARg/tszDSxn_CLc/s320/PS+I+love+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And last but not least we went to hang out with Mike's family. We sat outside talking for a while, but soon it started to get dark and while the boys were outside throwing hatchets at a big log, I know, don't even ask, the girls decided to go in and watch a movie. We watched P.S. I Love You. I had never seen it before, and unfortunately, I still haven't finished it (thanks, Mike), but I was such a cry baby through the first half. It was good, but I couldn't stop crying. It is a good thing Mike came in when he did, or I would have probably dehydrated myself. I do want to finish it though. Maybe a night when I am feeling really tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all it was a good weekend. No work on Monday, and time to relax and hang out with the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-3128645315542056964?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3128645315542056964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=3128645315542056964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3128645315542056964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3128645315542056964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8bRJXQJCI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ke2j77bmr-I/s72-c/american-flag-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-1459506452519767935</id><published>2008-05-29T14:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:36.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have the AWESOMEST Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8Yg5XQI9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/4vwD_E1EIM8/s1600-h/messy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205906647696810962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8Yg5XQI9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/4vwD_E1EIM8/s320/messy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About two weeks ago, my dad biked a century bike ride. It isn't really a race or anything, but it is quite the accomplishment. It is a 100 mile ride that starts at the Utah Fairgrounds and you ride out to Antelope Island and then back to the fairgrounds. CRAZY! I am so proud of him and I know he has really been working hard to be able to do this ride. Way to go, Dad! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8XKJXQI7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/yd_r1DVB1y4/s1600-h/Brooks+and+dad+good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205905157343159218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8XKJXQI7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/yd_r1DVB1y4/s320/Brooks+and+dad+good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Dad and my nephew, Brooks right after my dad finished the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8XKZXQI8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/joI98NRj55s/s1600-h/messy+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205905161638126530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8XKZXQI8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/joI98NRj55s/s320/messy+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is Brooks waiting for Dad (Papa, to him) to ride by. It was a really hot day and they had popscicles for the riders when they finished, but they couldn't stop the friends and families from getting their hands on a couple, too. Brooks' looks delicious, doesn't it? You can't see it, but it was dripping down his arm and on to his shoes and  pouring down his chin all over the front of his shirt.  (Refer to top pic).  Man we love this kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-1459506452519767935?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1459506452519767935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=1459506452519767935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1459506452519767935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1459506452519767935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-awesomest-dad.html' title='I Have the AWESOMEST Dad!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8Yg5XQI9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/4vwD_E1EIM8/s72-c/messy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-8244043244171586874</id><published>2008-05-29T14:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:37.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it finally happened and I have to say, honestly, I had my doubts! And it definitely doesn't help when both parties are commitment phobes, although I think she got over it faster than he did. Spencer and Stephanie, two of our great friends FINALLY got married. They had been dating for about 4 years, off and on and off and on and, well you get the point. Anyway, they finally did it! Kudos you two! We love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8T4pXQI2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Nbz325lo4A4/s1600-h/Spencer+and+Steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205901558160565090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8T4pXQI2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Nbz325lo4A4/s320/Spencer+and+Steph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8T45XQI3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/UPvkqCQOJjU/s1600-h/the+guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205901562455532402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8T45XQI3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/UPvkqCQOJjU/s320/the+guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer's friends and Halo competitors and mountain biking companions (although I think Steph now holds that position) and just about anything else that guys do together, these guys do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(L-R Danny Diehl, Dave Jeppson, Spencer Randle, Mike, and Matt Metcalf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8T5ZXQI4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/XyIOnJcJL2w/s1600-h/Paige+and+Mike+Wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205901571045467010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8T5ZXQI4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/XyIOnJcJL2w/s320/Paige+and+Mike+Wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8T5pXQI5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/uqYWJEgdNug/s1600-h/the+girls+wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205901575340434322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8T5pXQI5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/uqYWJEgdNug/s320/the+girls+wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls posing for a quick pic (L-R Jacy Diehl, Stephanie Randle, Me and Melissa Metcalf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8T5pXQI6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/d3xaId95v3A/s1600-h/Ice+Sculpture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205901575340434338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8T5pXQI6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/d3xaId95v3A/s320/Ice+Sculpture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just thought this was so cool. It is an ice sculpture/flower vase. Pretty cool. I have to admit I was tempted to lick it, but I held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8TM5XQI0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/47yu0fqsrHM/s1600-h/the+guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS TO THE RANDLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-8244043244171586874?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8244043244171586874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=8244043244171586874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8244043244171586874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8244043244171586874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SD8T4pXQI2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Nbz325lo4A4/s72-c/Spencer+and+Steph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-8626301934161942731</id><published>2008-04-28T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:39.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SBXo7txQAHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/neSxEv4f8K8/s1600-h/moveatwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194313857837826162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SBXo7txQAHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/neSxEv4f8K8/s320/moveatwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, so I have to tell you about my drive in to work this morning.  I was flipping through the radio stations at jet engine speeds because I was so sick of the same old Shane Co commercials, or lame radio morning shows, and I remembered the new station that sometimes gets me in a great mood (especially to face a Monday morning).  So "Movin' 100.7" is where I landed and what a great time to land.  The song playing on the radio was none other than good old "MotownPhilly"!  Wow!  Nothing takes you back like a little BoyzIIMen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SBXovdxQAFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tIZ6QB7D8xE/s1600-h/Cooleyhighharmony-2BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194313647384428626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SBXovdxQAFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tIZ6QB7D8xE/s320/Cooleyhighharmony-2BIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am sure the people stopped in traffic next to me thought I was some crazy girl that forgot to take her meds this morning.  I was singing and dancing in my car, just wishing I had a copy of &lt;u&gt;cooleyhighharmony&lt;/u&gt; in my car with me at that very moment.  Then I started having all sorts of flashbacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SBXowNxQAGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TPCm178YJoY/s1600-h/full-house-cast[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194313660269330530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SBXowNxQAGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TPCm178YJoY/s320/full-house-cast%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you were a devoted child of the 90's like I was, then you remember the episode of Full House where Stephanie does the dance at her jazz recital to none other than the above mentioned song that started this whole thing.  Man, the drive to work this morning felt like I was driving back to 1991.  Holy Cow!  The memories!  I think I could probably go on for days, but I will just sit quietly at my desk for now and reminisce in my own head.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to know, what are some of your favorite memories of the 90's?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And always remember "2 Legit, 2 Legit 2 Quit!"&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-8626301934161942731?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8626301934161942731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=8626301934161942731' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8626301934161942731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8626301934161942731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye-to-yesterday.html' title='It&apos;s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SBXo7txQAHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/neSxEv4f8K8/s72-c/moveatwork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-5134812861140916844</id><published>2008-04-18T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:41.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike's First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAkMjfxmsLI/AAAAAAAAANU/TQPCVCJpLYA/s1600-h/IMAGE_089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190693849485717682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAkMjfxmsLI/AAAAAAAAANU/TQPCVCJpLYA/s320/IMAGE_089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAkMjvxmsMI/AAAAAAAAANc/y5zkopZ_6ds/s1600-h/IMAGE_115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190693853780684994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAkMjvxmsMI/AAAAAAAAANc/y5zkopZ_6ds/s320/IMAGE_115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190692157268603026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAkLA_xmsJI/AAAAAAAAANE/fVbXZBlDy_4/s320/IMAGE_108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my attempt at a blog post- and I am only doing it because I have the pictures to support it. On Monday we went to the Jimmy Eat World/ Paramore concert- and let's just say it was one of the best concerts of the decade! Except for the fact that we were that group of old people rocking out at the top of the nose bleed section, we had a great time. Who would have thought that on old 90's band would attract so many 13 year olds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190696014149234898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAkOhfxmsNI/AAAAAAAAANk/Xf1ssXaqy2Q/s320/IMAGE_053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Paramore was good, but then I really like those female fronted rock bands (we saw Evanesence at this same venue just a few months ago). Then came the highlight- Jimmy Eat World is just one of those bands that you can sing along with every song, bang your head like you were a teenager again, and come away from wanting more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190693432873889954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAkMLPxmsKI/AAAAAAAAANM/AfNddwBe-VA/s320/IMAGE_123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert we waited for Matt while he battled it out at a gas station rest room- then played guitar hero until the wee hours of the morning at Steph's parent's house. Great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- so there. Now Paige can say that I don't contribute any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = b /&gt;&lt;b:include name="all-head-content" data="blog"&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = data /&gt;&lt;data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;/data:blog.pagetitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-5134812861140916844?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5134812861140916844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=5134812861140916844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5134812861140916844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5134812861140916844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-is-my-attempt-at-blog-post-and-i.html' title='Mike&apos;s First Post'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAkMjfxmsLI/AAAAAAAAANU/TQPCVCJpLYA/s72-c/IMAGE_089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-4393376962272633457</id><published>2008-04-17T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:41.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Parker, Watch Your Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAdtaPxmsHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Szq-iiWnfQU/s1600-h/spiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190237393246400626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAdtaPxmsHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Szq-iiWnfQU/s320/spiderman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;75%&lt;br /&gt;Superman&lt;br /&gt;70%&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;br /&gt;70%&lt;br /&gt;Robin&lt;br /&gt;67%&lt;br /&gt;The Flash&lt;br /&gt;55%&lt;br /&gt;Supergirl&lt;br /&gt;45%&lt;br /&gt;Green Lantern&lt;br /&gt;35%&lt;br /&gt;Hulk&lt;br /&gt;25%&lt;br /&gt;Catwoman&lt;br /&gt;20%&lt;br /&gt;Batman&lt;br /&gt;5%&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;5%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so I found this on another friends blog, and as a result of being very bored at work, decided what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = b /&gt;&lt;b:include data="blog" name="all-head-content"&gt;&lt;/b:include&gt;Which superhero are you? If you haven't already, take the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-4393376962272633457?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4393376962272633457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=4393376962272633457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4393376962272633457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/4393376962272633457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/peter-parker-watch-your-back.html' title='Peter Parker, Watch Your Back!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAdtaPxmsHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Szq-iiWnfQU/s72-c/spiderman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-8619660932213333730</id><published>2008-04-15T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:43.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes are Coming Our Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well  everyone, it's official.  Some big changes seem to be on the horizon for me and Mike.  As most of you know, Mike is nearing the light at the end of the tunnel with school, well at least with his bachelors.  He is graduating in Accounting and he has landed an internship with one of the "Big 4" accounting firms, Ernst &amp;amp; Young.  (known as EY at our house).  This is an exciting, yet kinda scary opportunity because it is located in SAN JOSE, CA!   He is moving there for 8 weeks this summer, starting on June 25th.  Yes, you heard me right, HE is moving to California for the summer and yet again I will be staying in UT.   But,I am so excited for him and I think I can handle him being gone because this is going to be a great experience.  (Plus we will fly back and forth for visits, the perks of being married to a Delta employee) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the reason I say it is scary and exciting is that when this internship is over, there is a good chance he will get a job offer, at none other than the San Jose office, and yep, you guessed right, we would be moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so I am jumping ahead of myself.  If all of this happened, we wouldn't move until probably fall of next year, but for someone who has lived here, in UT her entire life and been close to family for so long, it is going to take some time to get used to the idea.  So I am starting now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been doing some research on San Jose, and these are some of the pics that I found that I thought were pretty cool.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAUtV_xmsCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/q5d5cPfkL7E/s1600-h/Giant+Chess+Set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189604001534357538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAUtV_xmsCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/q5d5cPfkL7E/s320/Giant+Chess+Set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a jumbo chess set, set up on the sidewalk in downtown San Jose.   I get the impression  it is a pretty artsy city.  It will be fun to check out some museums and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAUtV_xmsDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GZG_j6MYKB4/s1600-h/san+jose+at+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189604001534357554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAUtV_xmsDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GZG_j6MYKB4/s320/san+jose+at+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the museums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAUtWPxmsEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zce42X2PaoY/s1600-h/san+jose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189604005829324866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAUtWPxmsEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zce42X2PaoY/s320/san+jose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love the fact that there are palm trees lining the streets downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAUtWPxmsFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7mOuQy0x0Jg/s1600-h/Stone+bridge-SJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189604005829324882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAUtWPxmsFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7mOuQy0x0Jg/s320/Stone+bridge-SJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is an old stone bridge in a park.  It looks like there are so many beautiful parks in San Jose.  A great place to spend a Sunday afternoon with Mike and a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAUtWfxmsGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3296RzPBs5Q/s1600-h/Winchester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189604010124292194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAUtWfxmsGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3296RzPBs5Q/s320/Winchester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, now this is my most exciting find.  This is the Winchester Mansion, and if you don't know the story behind it, I suggest you google it.  It would take me way too long to tell it, because I am so intrigued by it and I would throw in way too many details.  But basically, it is supposed to be haunted, and it is in San Jose. And I am so curious about it. . .ok but anyway, google it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is basically what is going on with us right now.  Jusy trying to get Mike through this semester, so we can play for a minute before he leaves.  Wish us luck!&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = b /&gt;&lt;b:skin&gt;&lt;/b:skin&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-8619660932213333730?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8619660932213333730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=8619660932213333730' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8619660932213333730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8619660932213333730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/changes-are-coming-our-way.html' title='Changes are Coming Our Way'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/SAUtV_xmsCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/q5d5cPfkL7E/s72-c/Giant+Chess+Set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-6404967211800594324</id><published>2008-04-09T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:44.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa Rica'/><title type='text'>Los Amigos de Vacaciones!  Costa Rica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_z9qjjeBYI/AAAAAAAAAME/aBUl0yJT0rU/s1600-h/Mike+on+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187299778364310914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_z9qjjeBYI/AAAAAAAAAME/aBUl0yJT0rU/s320/Mike+on+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Costa Rica, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzqBh0yPI/AAAAAAAAALc/-r0X7IIVKKE/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187288774114330866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzqBh0yPI/AAAAAAAAALc/-r0X7IIVKKE/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, like I said before, Mike took a trip to Costa Rica with the boys. It sounds like they had a great time, with a couple of memorable experiences to end the trip. I told Mike it would probably be better if he wrote about the trip, but he said he would rather I do it, so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzqRh0yQI/AAAAAAAAALk/UEmN49obYgc/s1600-h/Zipline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187288778409298178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzqRh0yQI/AAAAAAAAALk/UEmN49obYgc/s320/Zipline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their trip started with a quest for a zipline jungle tour. They got to CR and had no idea where they were going or how long it would take them to get to where they wanted to go. They ended up finding the jungle tours, but it was too late that night to do anything, so they went on a quest for a volcano that was errupting. They found the volcano, and although it was dark, they were determined to see it. One of the boys had a headlamp in his bag, so they all set out following his tiny little light. Well, they eventually found it. They said it was very loud, that it sounded like gunshots, but very cool, and the late night hike. The next morning, they headed back to the jungle zip line tours, and from what I hear, it was definitely something I need to do some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzqhh0yRI/AAAAAAAAALs/5X9bYIGeBX8/s1600-h/fun+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187288782704265490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzqhh0yRI/AAAAAAAAALs/5X9bYIGeBX8/s320/fun+trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't it look like they are having a GREAT time?! They spent alot of mornings surfing, and thanks to Matt, the resident surfer, they were all given some sort of lesson and off they went. It soulds like the Surfing lessons went well, but not so much the HOW-TO-PUT-ON-SUNSCREEN lessons! This just looks miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzqxh0ySI/AAAAAAAAAL0/F0C2RVnsJC0/s1600-h/Hydrangea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187288786999232802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzqxh0ySI/AAAAAAAAAL0/F0C2RVnsJC0/s320/Hydrangea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this is a random pic, I know, but whenever we travel, I like to take pictures of the flowers in the different places we visit. Anyway, Mike knows I love Hydrangea's, so he took this picture for me. I think this is such a beautiful flower, I had to include it in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzaxh0yKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YzB6hvC_lkg/s1600-h/Forest+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187288512121325730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzaxh0yKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YzB6hvC_lkg/s320/Forest+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random jungle picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzbBh0yLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GamPca0k7rA/s1600-h/iguana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187288516416293042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzbBh0yLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GamPca0k7rA/s320/iguana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Iguana&lt;/span&gt; picture (ICK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzbRh0yMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Psa3yDC6v7I/s1600-h/Mike+and+Dustin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187288520711260354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzbRh0yMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Psa3yDC6v7I/s320/Mike+and+Dustin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Mike and his brother Dustin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzbRh0yNI/AAAAAAAAALM/B8x0eoIbwvw/s1600-h/Mike+on+Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187288520711260370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzbRh0yNI/AAAAAAAAALM/B8x0eoIbwvw/s320/Mike+on+Bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike being a goof on a suspended bridge, in the middle of the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzcRh0yOI/AAAAAAAAALU/RBeX9Xwmld4/s1600-h/Sunburned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187288537891129570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_zzcRh0yOI/AAAAAAAAALU/RBeX9Xwmld4/s320/Sunburned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Losa Amigos in the hostel (again ICK!). (From left Spencer Randle, Matt Metcalf, Dustin Burgin-nice hair, Dustin, Cody (don't know his last name), and Mike.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, something interesting that happened on this trip, besides all the sun and ocean and ziplines, probably the most memorable thing that happened was, their car got broken in to. It gets worse. Matt had his bag in the car and that was stolen, so he had no clothes or anything for the rest of the trip. No biggy, they were going home the next day, but oh wait a minute, not only were his clothes in the bag but his cell phone and his. . .&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PASSPORT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was over Easter weekend and the US Embassy was closed, therefore no way for him to get a new passport. It was stolen on Thursday, and they were planning on coming home on Friday, but the embassy wouldn't be open until Monday. I got a frantic IM from Mike, asking me to call all of these random phone numbers to see if there was anything that could be done, but none-the-less, there was nothing. Well, being boys, they figured they would just all come home and leave Matt there, and that is exactly what they did. He stayed, and surfed (which was the greatest thing in the world to him, much to the chagrin of his wife, who if she were anything like me, would be worried sick!) He eventually made it home on Monday and all is well. But most likely he won't be taking any more trips with the guys out of the country any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-6404967211800594324?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6404967211800594324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=6404967211800594324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6404967211800594324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6404967211800594324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/los-amigos-de-vacaciones-costa-rica.html' title='Los Amigos de Vacaciones!  Costa Rica!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_z9qjjeBYI/AAAAAAAAAME/aBUl0yJT0rU/s72-c/Mike+on+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-6091437910335003514</id><published>2008-04-04T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:47:17.751-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A good &quot;Hey Jude&quot; rendition'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgrrQwLdME8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgrrQwLdME8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-6091437910335003514?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6091437910335003514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=6091437910335003514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6091437910335003514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/6091437910335003514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-2418509236896198184</id><published>2008-03-31T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:48.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens here, stays here. . .Vegas, that is!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I guess what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, unless you have a blog, then you share it with the whole world! Well, as you have probably guessed, we took a litte trip to V-Town! It was definitely a much needed vacation for the two of us, and we got to go with a couple of good friends, Matt and Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;First off, let me introduce you to these crazy people. Matt is a member of the Army National Guard, along with Mike. They met in ROTC (officer training) at the U, so subsequently, and luckily, Melissa and I became good friends as a result. We love these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_FgEhh0xxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ahtjTZVzK_M/s1600-h/Matt+and+Melissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184030276916135698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_FgEhh0xxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ahtjTZVzK_M/s320/Matt+and+Melissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our trip got off to quite and interesting start. I was driving in rush hour traffic to go pick up Melissa to head to the airport, and I pulled up on quite a peculiar sight. At first I couldn't figure out what the heck I was looking at, but as I got closer, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. What on earth are people thinking? And if any of you know these people, or people like them, could you please thank them for making me laugh, and let them know how incredibly ridiculous this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a feeling that our weekend was going to be quite the trip if this is how it started, and we weren't even out of Utah yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_FgEhh0xyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9E8Tyk109ek/s1600-h/COW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184030276916135714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_FgEhh0xyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9E8Tyk109ek/s320/COW2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left on a Friday, and we got to Vegas around 10pm, but no matter what the hour there was one thing we had to do, and no I am not talking about hitting the slots, we HAD to get our "animal style" cheeseburger from none other than the amazing In-N-Out. So straight from the airport, that is where we headed. And boy did it hit the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_Ff6hh0xsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8y95sjC0Qo0/s1600-h/mike+and+matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184030105117443778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_Ff6hh0xsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8y95sjC0Qo0/s320/mike+and+matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning came, and it was quite the special day. Happy Birthday to You! Mike turned 26! It is a tradition at our house that we have sweetrolls and bacon, and Happy Birthday is sung to you while you are still in bed. So when 6:00 came and I couldn't sleep anymore, I decided to head downstairs to the Starbucks to get a breakfast bread of some sort, and some makeshift candles, my choices were between matches and a lighter from the hotel giftshop (I went with the lighter) and headed upstairs warming up my voice the entire way, only to get to the room and have Mike gone. I guess he needed an early workout at the gym. So when he got back I sang and then asked him "where the HECK have you been?" Happy Birthday to YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_Ff7Bh0xtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TvSu8RxxC9Q/s1600-h/paige+and+melissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184030113707378386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_Ff7Bh0xtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TvSu8RxxC9Q/s320/paige+and+melissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Mike's special day we decided to let him decide what he wanted to do, so after swimming in the pool, (I don't think he wanted to do anything else. If there is a pool, Mike is in it) with the weather barely in the 60's and the wind blowing. After a brisk run from the pool, back inside, we headed back upstairs to get ready and head to the State Line to ride the world's tallest roller coaster. Now, I love a good roller coaster, but 2 minutes and 43 seconds on a rickety old coaster is maybe a little more than we, or maybe just I, could handle. We walked around the casino for a minute to let our stomachs settle, then we got back in the car and headed back to the strip, still not sure what we wanted to do. . .except eat at the Harley Davidson Cafe, the only thing Mike had been looking forward to since we had decided to go to Vegas a few weeks earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_Ff7Rh0xuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Yudf-p_ubSA/s1600-h/pow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184030118002345698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_Ff7Rh0xuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Yudf-p_ubSA/s320/pow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this was quite fitting when we sat down at our table. The boys sat right in front of it, so it was a great backdrop for this pics was taking of them throughout the night. As I mentioned earlier, they are both in the Army, and this was a HUGE American Flag with this flag hanging dead center. I am so proud of the service Mike is doing for our country and I wanted to have a little tribute to the soldiers in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_Ff7Rh0xvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5uURV3FYYZE/s1600-h/david+spade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184030118002345714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_Ff7Rh0xvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5uURV3FYYZE/s320/david+spade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When dinner was over, we decided that we wanted to go see a show, maybe a variety show, or a comedian of some sort, then we saw a huge flashing sign "DAVID SPADE" March 15th at Planet Hollywood! Well, our random show, turned out to Joe Dirt himself! It was quite interesting and eye opening. I had never been to a stand up show before, and not so sure if I will go back, but it was quite the experience, one that I most likely wont' forget and it made for a memorable B-day for Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_Ff7xh0xwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_W4SVGJKcM4/s1600-h/pm+bellagio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184030126592280322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_Ff7xh0xwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_W4SVGJKcM4/s320/pm+bellagio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way back, we had to take a stroll through the gardens at the Bellagio. It was so pretty. There were so many different kinds of flowers in bloom, tulips, roses, you name it, they were there. It was a great way to end the night, and Mike was such a good sport as I stopped and oohed and awwed over all the flowers, Thanks babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_FUgxh0xiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/WIeppwDNes8/s1600-h/david+spade.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got home on Sunday night at about 8:30-ish, only to turn around and head back to the airport for Mike to head out on another adventure to Costa Rica for the next week. No I didn't go, but it was an adventure all in itself that I heard about from afar, one that I am sure they won't forget. So, until next time. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-2418509236896198184?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2418509236896198184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=2418509236896198184' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2418509236896198184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2418509236896198184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-happens-here-stays-here-vegas-that.html' title='What happens here, stays here. . .Vegas, that is!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R_FgEhh0xxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ahtjTZVzK_M/s72-c/Matt+and+Melissa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-7542252458935110081</id><published>2008-03-24T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:48.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of my Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R-gq6Bh0xYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nhgDE_jhcm0/s1600-h/brooks+in+the+shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181438547620840834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R-gq6Bh0xYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nhgDE_jhcm0/s320/brooks+in+the+shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R-gq6Rh0xZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oAQhoXLFuqs/s1600-h/Brooks_beach_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181438551915808146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R-gq6Rh0xZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oAQhoXLFuqs/s320/Brooks_beach_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R-gpLRh0xXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mgzR_hQT9rg/s1600-h/Brooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181436644950328690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R-gpLRh0xXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mgzR_hQT9rg/s320/Brooks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, everyone. I know I haven't updated for a while, and I promise I am planning on it, but in the mean time, I just wanted to introduce you all to the cutest thing on this planet! This is my&lt;strong&gt; MOST WONDERFUL&lt;/strong&gt; nephew, Brooks. He is my most favorite (little) person! I have a feeling he is going to become a permanent staple in my blogging efforts, so learn to love his cute litte face! I will update here shortly, but in the meantime, please enjoy a little Brooksy. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-7542252458935110081?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7542252458935110081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=7542252458935110081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7542252458935110081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7542252458935110081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-of-my-life.html' title='The Love of my Life!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R-gq6Bh0xYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nhgDE_jhcm0/s72-c/brooks+in+the+shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-8204546993941921746</id><published>2008-02-19T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:49.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R7tkYEjwERI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JsJEO7tzAaE/s1600-h/edward_back_detail_thumb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168835362041106706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R7tkYEjwERI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JsJEO7tzAaE/s320/edward_back_detail_thumb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R7tkYEjwESI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AxJ2_qENuTY/s1600-h/jacob_back_detail_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168835362041106722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R7tkYEjwESI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AxJ2_qENuTY/s320/jacob_back_detail_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so apparently we all have a bit of an obsession. I would say we are all Edward freaks! There weren't alot of votes on my "Valentine" survey, but 100% would like to have Edward as their "secret valentine". I fell a little bad for Jacob, though. I am reading New Moon again, and I just have a special place in my heart for the cute little werewolf, but I completely agree with all of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you check stepheniemeyer.com daily like I do, you already know that there are big things in the works with the movie. If you don't I will tell you now that they have cast the Cullen clan! Check out the website and tell me what you think. I have the link listed in my faves.  I am actually pleased with the choices.  I am glad they have picked actors and actresses who are relatively unknown.  It makes the characters more endearing if you haven't seen them in a bunch of other things.  Anyway, just thought I would put this out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-8204546993941921746?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8204546993941921746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=8204546993941921746' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8204546993941921746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/8204546993941921746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/fire-and-ice.html' title='Fire and Ice'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R7tkYEjwERI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JsJEO7tzAaE/s72-c/edward_back_detail_thumb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-1792505553983725042</id><published>2008-02-11T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:49.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R7B2R0jwEOI/AAAAAAAAADw/7DQqjvdvLrQ/s1600-h/tater+tots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165758821132407010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R7B2R0jwEOI/AAAAAAAAADw/7DQqjvdvLrQ/s320/tater+tots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R7B2SEjwEPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IWFkXqMNurc/s1600-h/tater+tots+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165758825427374322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R7B2SEjwEPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IWFkXqMNurc/s320/tater+tots+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;K, so I had to put in a plug for my friend Chelsea.  She makes the cutest little hairclips, the pink one is my fave!  and you can buy them at children's boutiques all over the valley, from Bountiful to Sandy (at the new shildren's store "Kinderwinkel").  You can look at the blog page , tatertothairclips.blogspot.com, and see all the different varieties that she makes and if you want a specific one, just ask.  Chels is very accomodating.  I just thought I would put this out there for all of my friends with baby girls, or with girls maybe on the way.  I have to get my baby shopping fix somehow, since I can't do it for myself, I will live vicariously through you!  Love you all, and congrats to those with special deliveries this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tatertothairclips.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tatertothairclips.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-1792505553983725042?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1792505553983725042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=1792505553983725042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1792505553983725042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/1792505553983725042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/k-so-i-had-to-put-in-plug-for-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R7B2R0jwEOI/AAAAAAAAADw/7DQqjvdvLrQ/s72-c/tater+tots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-162024440053876656</id><published>2008-02-01T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:49.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Football Lovin' Appetite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R6NM_yJqLYI/AAAAAAAAADY/4MsLLn1M7RM/s1600-h/patriots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162054256574475650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R6NM_yJqLYI/AAAAAAAAADY/4MsLLn1M7RM/s320/patriots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R6NNACJqLZI/AAAAAAAAADg/_ekaPCnhsSk/s1600-h/giants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162054260869442962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R6NNACJqLZI/AAAAAAAAADg/_ekaPCnhsSk/s320/giants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at work, one of my co-workers has a sister, who has a friend, who has a cousin, who also had a friend, blah blah blah, you know the drill, that worked at cafe rio or something, anyway, she (my co-worker) has in her recipe file, the pork and rice recipe, so if anyone is looking for superbowl ideas, or just dinner, here you go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cafe Rio Barbacoa Pork&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 LB Pork Roast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 oz can of Coke (the secret)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 C ketchup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 C Brown Sugar, or more if you like it super sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cumin to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;garlic powder to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cook in crock pot for 5-6 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remove roasts and shred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;return to crock pot and cook for 1 hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; Cafe Rio Cilantro Lime Rice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 cups of cooked white rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 oz salsa verde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 bunch cilantro, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;juice of 2 limes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cumin and garlic powder to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mix and serve hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all enjoy, and Happy Super Bowl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO PATRIOTS/GIANTS!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-162024440053876656?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/162024440053876656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=162024440053876656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/162024440053876656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/162024440053876656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-football-lovin-appetite.html' title='For the Football Lovin&apos; Appetite!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/R6NM_yJqLYI/AAAAAAAAADY/4MsLLn1M7RM/s72-c/patriots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-2161881259255142497</id><published>2008-01-31T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:50:12.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I know that it's me they've been comin' to see, to forget about life for a while". . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is a lot that has happened in the last little while. I guess I need to fill everyone in. I recently quit both Babinski's and Duerdens and started a new job. Before I left Babinski's, there were kind enough to let me make a few purchases with my discount, no announcements or anything, but I now am the proud owner of a crib, a stroller and a carseat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now working as a receptionist at a Dental Supply Office, Patterson Dental. It is located out in Salt Lake. So far I am liking it, but I have only been here for four days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now that we are coming upon February, I guess I can talk about the holidays. We had a great time this year. This is the first year in almost 8 years that I have not had to work Christmas Eve or New Years Day. Yeah! It was great to have the time to just hang out. As is normal tradition we spent Christmas Eve night at my parents house, followed by a not so eventful Christmas morning. My sister and her husband and my nephew, Brooks, were there. We all spent the entire morning watching him open his presents. Brooks' birthday was a couple of weeks before Christmas, so he actually had the right idea in his little mind that opening presents meant it was a birthday. He kept wanting to the sing the "Happy Day" song! :) We go a new camera, and it has definitely come in handy with taking pics of our house during the LONG remodel process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, we are actually getting to the point where you can see progress and it doesn't just look like we are living in a hole. Now it is a hole with cabinets. Countere tops are next, then tile, then paint. I can't wait! I will try to get some pics up, but since I am writing this from work, it will have to be a later time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exiting tidbit of news, sister and her husband moved back to Utah about a week ago, and we are all so excited to have them back. They bought a darling house up in Sugarhouse, and are currently unpacking boxes and making plans for what changes they want to make inside the house. Welcome back, guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so now time for the explanation of the title of this song, for our anniversary this year Mike gave me the greatest present! He got tickets to the Billy Joel concert and took me for our special day. It was the greatest thing ever! I don't think I stopped smiling the entire night. I sang and sang and sang. And the best part is that I think Mike actually enjoyed himself, too. Either that or he was laughing at me the entire night. I kept having flashbacks to being, oh I don't know, maybe 7 or-8 years old, singing "Uptown Girl" as loud as I could into a wooden spoon, dressed in one of my mom's old prom dresses, dancing up on the fireplace. These are some of my fave memories! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-2161881259255142497?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2161881259255142497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=2161881259255142497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2161881259255142497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/2161881259255142497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-that-its-me-theyve-been-comin-to.html' title='&quot;I know that it&apos;s me they&apos;ve been comin&apos; to see, to forget about life for a while&quot;. . .'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-9179185817298696433</id><published>2007-10-24T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:05:17.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you know that I had my surgery, finally, and that all is well.  All the tests came back benign and the doctor says that I won't even have to be on medication.  Yay!  My other thyroid will do all the work.  (By the way, I had a lump growing on my thyroid so they took  it out, the right one, for those of you wondering.)  I am back to work after having a week off, and life is back to normal.   I am a little hoarse and will be for a while.  One of my vocal cords was damaged during the surgery, so I will have to go to a speech therapist to jump start it.  Kind of funny.  So anyway, that is what is going on in my life.  Hope all is well with everyone, and I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-9179185817298696433?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9179185817298696433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=9179185817298696433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/9179185817298696433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/9179185817298696433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2007/10/update.html' title='UPDATE!!!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-7012261163077366489</id><published>2007-09-12T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:00:13.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For those of you whose e-mail I do not have, I thought you might enjoy this.</title><content type='html'>100 Things you need to know about Paige.  Sorry if there are some shockers along the way.  I don’t think there will be too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.       When I was a little girl, my nickname was Rampage.  Take a guess why that was.&lt;br /&gt;2.       When growing up I lived in three different houses, all within about an eight of a mile from each other.&lt;br /&gt;3.       When little I killed an entire saltwater aquarium by throwing in dress up jewelry and a big bird toy.  It was like pirate’s booty, I thought it would look cool, but the fish ate the jewelry and died.  Sorry mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;4.       I have taken a few lessons in my life:&lt;br /&gt;5.       Piano&lt;br /&gt;6.       Voice&lt;br /&gt;7.       Dance, additional lessons:&lt;br /&gt;8.       Modern, my favorite&lt;br /&gt;9.       Ballet&lt;br /&gt;10.   Jazz&lt;br /&gt;11.   I took dance for about 10-11 years ( I think)&lt;br /&gt;12.   I tried basketball, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;13.   I would like to learn how to golf.&lt;br /&gt;14.   I would like to learn how to fly fish.&lt;br /&gt;15.   I actually do like fishing.&lt;br /&gt;16.   I would like to learn to snowboard better, but I hate the cold.&lt;br /&gt;17.   I guess I will take up wakeboarding instead.&lt;br /&gt;18.   When I was about 12 I took ski lessons, but I only stuck with them for a season.&lt;br /&gt;19.   I always wanted to take Gymnastics and drum lessons.&lt;br /&gt;20.   Now I would like to learn how to play the guitar and go back to ballet/modern and piano.&lt;br /&gt;21.   My most embarrassing moment was when I was 16 and I was on a date with a cute senior.  We were on a double and I was getting out of the back of a lifted Jeep Wrangler and my foot got caught on the seat belt and I fell out of the Jeep and landed right on my bum.  I was also wearing a skirt.  My date didn’t know what to do, but I started laughing, so he did too.  Then I went inside and cried.  We ended up dating for a while after that.  I guess making a fool out of yourself really helps you get the guys.&lt;br /&gt;22.   I LOVE Kids&lt;br /&gt;23.   I can’t wait to have my own, that’s no secret though.&lt;br /&gt;24.   All through high school and a few years after, I wanted a tattoo of a dragonfly and the Libra sign on my back.  I even had it drawn out what I wanted it to look like.&lt;br /&gt;25.   I also wanted my nose pierced during this same little phase.  I actually went to the tattoo and piercing parlor and chickened out.&lt;br /&gt;26.   I did have my belly button pierced for about six months in high school.  I ditched school with a friend and we both did it.  My husband was actually the first person I told, but we were just friends at that point.  (Duh)&lt;br /&gt;27.   I always wear an elastic band around my wrist on the off chance I might put my hair in a ponytail, but I never do.  That is something I might stop.  Hey, could be worse though, could be a scrunchie. &lt;br /&gt;28.   When I was about four, I broke my little brother’s arm.  He was asleep on my parent’s bed and I proceeded to jump on the bed and jumped right on his arm.  He was about 18 months old.  Sorry, Mike.&lt;br /&gt;29.   When I was 18 months old, I fell off a step ladder and broke my leg.  I wore a cast from toe to hip.&lt;br /&gt;30.   My first ever boyfriend was in sixth grade, and might I add that he was so stinking cute, still is, but as it turns out, he is now gay and living in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;31.   My first attempted kiss was in eighth grade.  He leaned in, closed his eyes and oops! He completely missed my mouth.  Needless to say, he never tried again. (he actually got my eye somehow).&lt;br /&gt;32.   My first real kiss was in ninth grade at a party.&lt;br /&gt;33.   When I am driving alone, I like to sing as loud as I can, sometimes when I am with people too.&lt;br /&gt;34.   Also, when I am driving and singing, I take mental note of the songs I could sing decently on the off chance I ever had to audition for American Idol.  (ya know, if my life depended on it.)&lt;br /&gt;35.   I love to drive on the freeway with my windows down, and turn up my music so I can hear it over the freeway sounds. &lt;br /&gt;36.   My favorite vacation spot is Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;37.   I dream of one day visiting all the cliché movie spots, like London, Paris, Rome, etc. . . .&lt;br /&gt;38.   I would absolutely love to go to Greece one day and then embark on a Mediterranean cruise.&lt;br /&gt;39.   I have travelled a few fun places,&lt;br /&gt;40.   Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;41.   Germany&lt;br /&gt;42.   Mexico&lt;br /&gt;43.   Oregon&lt;br /&gt;44.   Florida&lt;br /&gt;45.   California&lt;br /&gt;46.   Washington&lt;br /&gt;47.   My favorite seasons are spring, because everything is new and fall, because my birthday is in the fall and because it is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;48.   I LOVE living in Utah. ( much to the chagrin of my husband)&lt;br /&gt;49.   I love nighttime, nothing beats a warm summer night, and my favorite place in the world is my bed.&lt;br /&gt;50.   I could sleep forever.  I am SO NOT a morning person.  I can’t wait to go to bed at night.&lt;br /&gt;51.   When I was little I wanted to be a dolphin trainer at sea world.&lt;br /&gt;52.   Then I wanted to be a marine biologist.&lt;br /&gt;53.   I still dream of doing these things one day.&lt;br /&gt;54.   I am scuba certified.&lt;br /&gt;55.   I would love to live in the Northwest, it is gorgeous up there.  (Hey, Erin, I’ll trade ya.)&lt;br /&gt;56.   I absolutely have to see Prince Edward Island one day.&lt;br /&gt;57.   I am a huge Anne of Green Gables fan.&lt;br /&gt;58.   I played soccer for about thirteen years and loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;59.   I talk really, really, really fast when I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;60.   Normally, I just talk fast.&lt;br /&gt;61.   My sister is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;62.   I really admire my little brothers.&lt;br /&gt;63.   I love and look up to my parents.  They are everything I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;64.   I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;65.   I am very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;66.   I am a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;67.   I miss high school.&lt;br /&gt;68.   I am an army wife.  I always swore I never would be.&lt;br /&gt;69.   I am pretty dang lucky to be married to Mike, though.  He is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;70.   I am obsessed with the food network.&lt;br /&gt;71.   When I am cooking, alone, of course, I talk to my pretend audience like I am doing a cooking show.&lt;br /&gt;72.   There is nothing better, in my mind, than a warm rain and bare feet.  I know, so cliché, but it is true. &lt;br /&gt;73.   I am an English major, that is if I ever finish school.&lt;br /&gt;74.   My favorite body part is my feet.&lt;br /&gt;75.   The first CD I ever got was Counting Crows: August and Everything After.  To this day it is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;76.   When I was little I loved popsicles, pickles and potato chips.  Not much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;77.   I actually love to stand in my kitchen and eat pickles out of the jar; the hamburger slices to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;78.   I am obsessed with the Twilight series.  I check stephenie meyer.com daily.&lt;br /&gt;79.   The last book I read was Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;80.   The last time I cried was when I finished that book.  (I finished it on Sunday.)&lt;br /&gt;81.   My all time favorite musician is Billy Joel.  You gotta love the piano man.&lt;br /&gt;82.   When I was little I had a pet canary.  He was bright yellow and his name was Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;83.   I hate, more than anything, the way stamp adhesive tastes.  I HATE licking stamps.&lt;br /&gt;84.   I love Broadway!&lt;br /&gt;85.   I could listen and sing to the Wicked and Les Miserables soundtracks forever and never get sick of them.  Greatest stuff ever!&lt;br /&gt;86.   I got to see Kristen Chenoweth perform live on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;87.   I cannot tell a story, or even have a conversation for that matter, without using my hands.  Thanks, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;88.   I am terrified of Bees and Balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.   When I was sixteen I was in a really bad car accident.  My car rolled and landed upside down and me and my two friends walked away, with just a few cuts and scratches.&lt;br /&gt;90.   I love the beach. Whether it is California and 80 degrees, or Oregon and 50 degrees, rainy, windy, and freezing, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;91.   I love to read.  I have always loved it.&lt;br /&gt;92.   I drive a purple Honda Civic hatchback, that my friends in college named the purple egg.&lt;br /&gt;93.   I am addicted to Diet Coke.  I can’t go a day without one.  Although, I have cut it down to only one a day.&lt;br /&gt;94.   I used to play dress-up with my friends and we would act out all sorts of different scenarios. &lt;br /&gt;95.   Our fave was that we were a girl group, like Wilson-Phillips, and we would lip-synch to songs while dancing on the ledge of my mom and dad’s fireplace, like a stage.&lt;br /&gt;96.   I love going to the zoo.  It has been a long time since I’ve actually been there, but I love it just the same.  Same with Sea World.&lt;br /&gt;97.   I LOVE roller coasters.  I could ride them over and over and not be phased.  My fave is at Six Flags, Magic Mountain in California.&lt;br /&gt;98.   I love wear flip-flops.  I have an entire hanging shoe closet full of them.  It kills me when I have to throw a pair away.&lt;br /&gt;99.   I LOVE LOVE LOVE Johnny Depp.  I think he is a genius.  And yes I loved him before the Pirate’s movies, but they didn’t hurt my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;100.                        When I was in 6th grade, at recess, my friends and I would feed a “leprechaun”, and leave little toys and things, that we thought lived right on the edge of the school boundaries.  We told everyone about it, and when St. Patrick ’s Day came, there was a pot of gold in the spot that we had been leaving all this stuff.  I am pretty sure that our teacher had something to do with it, but we didn’t think that at the time.  It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have had fun getting to know me a little bit better.  I had fun doing this.  Thanks Chels for the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-7012261163077366489?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7012261163077366489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=7012261163077366489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7012261163077366489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/7012261163077366489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-those-of-you-whose-e-mail-i-do-not.html' title='For those of you whose e-mail I do not have, I thought you might enjoy this.'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-5551640916586812116</id><published>2007-09-02T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:51:58.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I did this wrong, but oh well.  Still getting the hang of things.  Girls camp started out with a bang, about six-thirty on Monday morning.  Man it was all I could do to get the bagels and orange juice there on time.  I am so not a morning person.  Anyway, we got to camp, at Bear Lake.  And it was sure to be a fun filled week.  We started setting up the tents just as the wind started to blow. And boy did it blow.  That was certainly an experience I won't forget, but the girls had a great time and they all thought that it was very funny.  Then the games began.  (please refer to pic #1).  We played your traditional girl's camp games, and I must say that this blog is being written by the BIG BOOTY Champion!  Hollah!  (Erin that was for you).  Anyway, lots to write. so little time.&lt;br /&gt;Next we took the girls on surrey bike rides, pic 2.  If you haven't been on one, I recommend it.  I had a blast, as did the girls.   We had 2-man, and 4-man bike, and we rode on a trail around the lake for about an hour.  I must say, that we had a bit of bad luck on our bike, and as we were turning around to head back to the bike rental shop, a mean old lady on a bike rode right in front of us, and, oops, we hit her.  Now we were nearly stopped, so she didn't even fall off her bike or anything, but boy was she mad.  The girls thought this was pretty funny and couldn't hide their giggles, so we had to skedaddle as fast as we could pedal.  I have to admit, it was pretty funny though.&lt;br /&gt;The water was gorgeous, as you can see.  And it was, surprisingly, not freezing.  I must admit, I never got in, but I was able to take some pictures. and get my feet wet, but as Assistant Camp Director, there really isn't a lot of time to play.  If the girls are occupied, you are getting the next activity ready.  Don't get me wrong though, I found some time to enjoy myself.  Another fun thing we did was have a sand castle building contest.   Again I think I will have to toot my own horn, but yeah, my team won.  TOOT! TOOT! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I will stop talking now. . .Oh one more thing.  We went to the Pickleville Playhouse, and saw a play called "A Pirate's Life" and it was probably the funnest thing we did.  I will try to find a clip or something somewhere, but if you are ever up visiting Bear Lake, this activity comes highly recommend.  Check it out, you won't be disappointed.  The girls laughed so hard the entire time.  I did , too.  Anyway, that is what is up here.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my hubby is back and all is well.  School started and he is busy and I am busy, but it is great to have him back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-5551640916586812116?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5551640916586812116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=5551640916586812116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5551640916586812116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/5551640916586812116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-i-did-this-wrong-but-oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-496572480306444945</id><published>2007-09-02T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:50.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you all know the drill.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come on'/><title type='text'>Queen Academy or BUST!  Girl's Camp 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/RttVZ8xKjOI/AAAAAAAAABs/-Nd4twPCACg/s1600-h/IMG_0344%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/RttVZ8xKjOI/AAAAAAAAABs/-Nd4twPCACg/s320/IMG_0344%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105768506852019426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/RttVaMxKjPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4NqBtjudpHs/s1600-h/IMG_0349%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/RttVaMxKjPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4NqBtjudpHs/s320/IMG_0349%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105768511146986738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/RttVacxKjQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vs2jKl6D0eU/s1600-h/IMG_0350%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/RttVacxKjQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vs2jKl6D0eU/s320/IMG_0350%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105768515441954050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/RttVasxKjRI/AAAAAAAAACE/NsUwZ4Npwos/s1600-h/IMG_0364%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/RttVasxKjRI/AAAAAAAAACE/NsUwZ4Npwos/s320/IMG_0364%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105768519736921362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-496572480306444945?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/496572480306444945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=496572480306444945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/496572480306444945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/496572480306444945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/queen-academy-or-bust-girls-camp-2007.html' title='Queen Academy or BUST!  Girl&apos;s Camp 2007'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/RttVZ8xKjOI/AAAAAAAAABs/-Nd4twPCACg/s72-c/IMG_0344%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-3415527836607844852</id><published>2007-08-04T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:33:15.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me myself and I</title><content type='html'>Well hello there!  Just thought I should probably update this thing.  I am sitting at home on Saturday night, just me myself and I.  Mike is gone at an army training, and has been now for about two and a half weeks.  We have another two weeks left to go.  I have been taking this time alone to get things done around our house.  ya know, like deep cleaning, giving stuff to the DI, etc. . . I hope he isn't mad when he gets home.  I did get rid of his fave pair of shoes, that he has had since before we got married.  He shouldn't be surprised though.  I always threaten to do it and I finally did.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got a new job, so now I am working two.  I like to have the hours filled.  I am working at a local appliance and mattress store.  I know, lame, right?  But actually, you'd be surprised.  It is really fun.  And I get a killer deal on appliances!&lt;br /&gt;So I am still trying to put some pictures up on my blog, but I am having some issues.   Eventually, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am the assistant girls camp director in our ward and we leave for camp in two and a half weeks.  I am actually really excited.   We got a cabin for the leaders, but for certification, the girls have to sleep in tents.  I am going to sleep out there with them, should be interesting.  I would like to think of myself as a seasoned camper, but you never know with bunch of teenage girls running around, ya know I was once in their shoes and we weren't very nice to our leaders.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is probably enough for now,  so I will try to update this more often.  See ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-3415527836607844852?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3415527836607844852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=3415527836607844852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3415527836607844852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3415527836607844852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-myself-and-i.html' title='me myself and I'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066889552033329709.post-3871948942400673017</id><published>2007-04-02T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:02:38.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I thought I would say a quick hello to everybody.  Brooke called last night and let me know what I was missing out on with this whole blog thing.  She also filled me in on everyone's news.  It was great to hear how everyone is doing, and at the moment it sounds like all is well.  Yeah! Anyway, I am just heading out for a run, I need to lose about twenty pounds! Yikes!  I will put more stuff on here later, if anyone is intersted.  I love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Paige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066889552033329709-3871948942400673017?l=theburginfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3871948942400673017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6066889552033329709&amp;postID=3871948942400673017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3871948942400673017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066889552033329709/posts/default/3871948942400673017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburginfam.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-everyone.html' title='Hi everyone!'/><author><name>Mike and Paige Burgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954629024186830570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxsNj0uOXOA/TQZQSXx0ljI/AAAAAAAABJc/RaIYmggHbXM/S220/photo%25284%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
