Talk Radio

OK, so lately I feel like I am missing something.

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.

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).

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.

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.

A San Francisco Treat!

(A little shout out to Lori Jo-or mom as she is otherwise known)

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.

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.

(Me and Erin on The Rock with The City behind us)

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 had 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.

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.

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.

Peace!

What An Awesome Dude!

(Lunch at Pebble Beach on Sunday)

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!

Seeing Blue

I am so excited that Mike and I will be joined by Baby Boy Burgin 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!

Random post, I know. . .

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.
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.

Happy New Year to you all! I hope this year brings you many great things! Welcome 2010 (a little late, I know.)

A Very Merry Christmas, Indeed

We couldn't be more excited!

So Long. . .For Now

Scott Burgin 1991 ~ 2009 18-years-old.

"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.

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.

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 www.jenkins-soffe.com."

You will be missed, Scotty. We love you and hope you find what you are looking for. We will see you soon.