Today I was sitting in my History class, waiting for the daily quiz to appear. I still had a few minutes, so I was looking over some of my keywords for the class. I wasn't completely focusing and overheard a conversation taking place directly behind me. It was in regards to the most recent campus news, that of the excusal of basketball player Brandon Davies from the BYU team. Here's how it went:
Guy: "I don't know, I think that our team will be ok. I hope that our team will be ok."
Girl: "Yeah, hopefully. He was a pretty key player though."
Guy: "I know. Man, things will be alright though. This is just a trial of our faith."
He was dead serious.
I lost it. I sat there, laughing, for the next 3 minutes.
Come on guys. I mean, I like a good basketball game as much as the next person, but let's not get our religion confused with a sporting event.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
I tasted the rainbow. It made me gag.
It was a quiet, peaceful Monday night. The roommates had all left and I had the apartment to myself for a few minutes. I sat out in the kitchen, pondering the purpose of life, when I heard a key in the back door. My roommates walked in along with two other friends, Kent and Kevin. I welcomed them home, inquiring after their outing. They responded in a positive manner, and then places two bags of these on the table...
20 minutes later, all of these bite sized candies were gone. They were consumed during a horrible game that I will not tell you about due to its graphic nature. No person should know about this game. I am trying to forget but my stomach will not let me. Nor will my gums and teeth ever forgive me.
Beware of the Rainbow.
Friday, February 18, 2011
23 and counting...
Happy Birthday to my older sister Rebecca Burningham!
Here are 23 things I love about you:
- You let me come to your home
- You like bright colors
- You got me my job
- You trained me well in my job
- You learned how to bake for someone with celiac disease
- You always would watch Caroline and me when Mom and Dad were gone
- You care about what's going on in my life
- You watch movies with me (Iron Man 2 and Oceans)
- You let me take your phone upgrade when I sat on mine and broke it
- You memorized The Family: A Proclamation to the World
- You served children in the Dominican Republic
- You love sparkling cider (don't you?)
- You sent me postcards made of pictures of us
- You are organized
- You let me borrow your clothes
- You let me have a great brother-in-law
- You can easily make conversation with people
- You fulfill and magnify your calling
- You have cool feet and nice calve muscles, or your gastrocnemius and soleus muscles
- You laugh at funny memories which makes everyone else laugh too
- You make fun of me when I sleep in
- You have a dash of green in one of your eyes
- You are my sister
Happy Birthday Rebecca! Hope you enjoyed spending it in high school. Yay!!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Remember when we had counter space?
If I think really hard I just might remember such a time. Right now, however, it's hard to picture any available room in our kitchen.
We have....
2 pans of rice crispy treats
2 containers of some almond wonder wedding cake (Mom, Dad, I should probably talk to you...)
1 plate of cookies (used to be 3 plates)
3 bags of candy
1 homemade coconut cream pie (used to have a chocolate satin one as well)
2 boxes of chocolates
1 curly fry maker (we made curly fries for FHE last night with Ariel's ingenious machine)
Am I forgetting anything roomies?
Maybe I'll go put a bag of carrots on the counter, just to keep things in balance.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Day of Love
Happy Valentine's Day!
As always, a certain movie knows exactly what to say...
Oh Lion King, what would I be without you?
Shout out to Ariel, my fantastic roommate.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Competitive Conversations
We've all been apart of them, whether we are the ones attacking or the ones suffering from the attack. In my opinion, competitive conversations are a waste of words. Conversations should be informative with both, or all, participants benefiting and growing from the knowledge presented by the other(s). You leave those conversations feeling ponderous and informed. You leave competitive conversations feeling ticked off, stupid, or put down. It's not a pleasant feeling.
Lately, I feel as if I've been a regular participant in these combative conversations. Perhaps I'm being too sensitive, (it wouldn't be the first time) but I feel as if everything I mention is shot down, every experience I share is one upped, and every opinion I have is diagnosed as wrong and forcefully tried to be changed. I think that Brian Regan illustrates my point quite perfectly...
Humorous, yes, I know. It IS funny, but that's because it's true.Sadly, it's true.
I suggest that we all try a little harder to be more aware of our conversations. Are we dominating the battle field? Are we slaughtering our opponents by "one upping" or discounting others' experiences? If someone expresses an idea, listen and think about what they've brought up. Conversation is half talking, and half listening. 50% is a failing grade people.
I know that when I have taken the time to participate in a conversation that wasn't a battle I learned a lot. Some of my questions were answered while others were posed. We were both journeying through our topic of discussion and doing so with the help of the other. I left with a newfound respect for my comrade in conversation.
So people, put down your arms, or at least pretend to, because I don't think I'll make it through another conversation like the ones I've experienced lately.
What do you think? I'd like to listen...
Lately, I feel as if I've been a regular participant in these combative conversations. Perhaps I'm being too sensitive, (it wouldn't be the first time) but I feel as if everything I mention is shot down, every experience I share is one upped, and every opinion I have is diagnosed as wrong and forcefully tried to be changed. I think that Brian Regan illustrates my point quite perfectly...
Humorous, yes, I know. It IS funny, but that's because it's true.Sadly, it's true.
I suggest that we all try a little harder to be more aware of our conversations. Are we dominating the battle field? Are we slaughtering our opponents by "one upping" or discounting others' experiences? If someone expresses an idea, listen and think about what they've brought up. Conversation is half talking, and half listening. 50% is a failing grade people.
I know that when I have taken the time to participate in a conversation that wasn't a battle I learned a lot. Some of my questions were answered while others were posed. We were both journeying through our topic of discussion and doing so with the help of the other. I left with a newfound respect for my comrade in conversation.
So people, put down your arms, or at least pretend to, because I don't think I'll make it through another conversation like the ones I've experienced lately.
What do you think? I'd like to listen...
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