The Burtslers
The Epic Ongoing Saga of Combining Our Two Lives...
Sunday, October 13, 2013
A Word Dump
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Strawberry object lesson learned
Our two-party political system is a great example of opposition in all things. A GOP candidate will do well politically to disagree with the current president on almost any issue. But the truth is that both sides have good points and are often times both "right."
Marriage sometimes highlights the opposing views of spouses in the most unanticipated ways. While at the baptism today after church, the Aimers and I started talking about the strawberries we had just bought at Costco. To Amy, we needed to make those $9 stretch as long as possible and not eat them all at once. She was after all talking to an Ostler so her bringing up this topic did have merit.
I had a different view, being more concerned about the strawberries going bad. We had, after all, bought a huge case of strawberries and to me the worst thing in the world would be to see those big, red, sweet-smelling beauties go in the garbage because they were rotten.
What I'm trying to get at is that in this case, we were both right. Yes we should eat our goods in moderation and yes it would be a real tragedy if any of them had to go to waste. But when you're in the conversation, it's opposition in all strawberries.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Over the hill
Hello world, let it officially be known that I am now old! The Aimers let that fact sink in with black streamers and black balloons.
There is a silver lining in this news that I will never again be in my 20s ever: I can still be young at heart. Amy gifted me a tarantula, one of those squishy faces and an insect net to catch fireflies in (if we ever see one).
I also ate delicious tasting food. Having your 30th on a fast Sunday is a little bit unfair in some regards, but when you have a wife that can bust out a vegetable lasagna phenom, you are only smiles.
Jesus started his ministry at age 30, according to the customs at the time. While I'm not trying to compare myself with the Master, I just want to say that having laid a pretty good groundwork, I feel like I'm just getting started with life.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Insanity
If only the bar were another 2 weeks away, then I could get T to help me do the spring cleaning...
Sunday, February 19, 2012
February is half way over...
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
He Did It!!
Back to lesson planning. Until next time. xoxo
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Our First Time
I can say after 2 full weeks of being home, we've both finally adjusted from our Christmas trip to Utah. It was painful for a few days realizing that no one was there to make my breakfast for me while I slept in and that I can't wake up a 9:00am every day or watch movies all day and shop online. It was sad leaving family but even sadder to hear Trent's new year's resolutions: NO SUGAR!!! What?! Who is this man that I married. He can't gain weight and he works out everyday like a maniac. I asked him why he was doing this and he explained he didn't want to be addicted to sugar. I wonder why this is hitting him now after being a sugar addict for the past 29 years. I begged and pleaded for him to change his mind but to no avail. He is 2 weeks strong. Last night I lied to him. I told him the mango juice was all natural and didn't have any sugar in it. He agreed to have a glass. (I thought if he would have sugar then he would stop this ridiculous goal). Then I got selfish and decided that I didn't want the mango juice, I wanted the raspberry juice. The moment I stepped into the pantry to get the other bottle, my plan backfired. He picked up the bottle and saw the number 2 ingredient was sugar! If only I wasn't so selfish and just went with the mango juice, Trent would be off this no-sugar kick. I'm kicking myself still.
In other non-eventful news T is full swing for BAR study. This basically means I see him only at meal times and when he crawls into bed after I've been asleep for at least an hour. This kid works hard. Harder than I do. I think the real question this brings to my mind is why can't things be handed to us on a silver platter. I'm not that picky, I'd take it on a pewter platter or even bronze. I just wish sometimes when we (and by we I really mean T as I think about all of his hard effort that went into the Mass BAR) work so hard, that someone would cut us a break and give it to us. I guess the real learning comes when we are faced with situations such as these. I hope he learns quick because this bar emptied our pockets...







