Steve Burke

I love the Olympics. I'm lucky to be working from home this summer so that I get to watch all my favorite events. Namely, gymnastics. And looking at watching Lochte never hurt anybody either. You know what else I love? The commercials during the Olympics.

However, I think NBC was lame to show so many commercials during the Opening Ceremonies. Too much got cut out! Boooo! The press is getting lamer and lamer. Talking through everything like it is the Macey's Day Parade. Just hush and let us watch already! NBC seriously needs to follow BBCs lead on how to broadcast the Olympics. Less talk. Less commercials. Less money grubbing. More watching!!


Ralph Lauren

I love the Olympics! The Opening Ceremony is always fun to watch. There will always be parts of the show that are incredible and then parts that make no sense and indicate drug use on someone's part. But my favorite part is always the walk of nations, when the worldwide fashion show takes place. SO here are some pics of the good, the bad and the ugly.

The Good:

Obviously. Team USA looked sharp.
 (I was surprised how many countries went with super tailored, conservative looks...
has there ever been so many suits and blazers?)

The Associated Press

But the Netherlands was my very favorite. Gorgeous.


The Bad:


Full speed ahead


Stripes are in

Great Britain. 
The fit was weird and unflattering but also it is the summer games, these looked like snow suits. 

The Associated Press

The Ugly:

Germany. I hate the colors.

The Associated Press

Czech Republic. 
I don't know if I hate the rain boots or the leggings more. Nope, the legs get the gold for worst single peice worn last night (and that is competing with Mexico's ponchos)

2012 Olympic Games - Opening Ceremony


Harriet Chetwode-Talbot

Last night we watched Salmon Fishing in the Yemen and the previews were awesome. Nothing makes my heart pitter-patter like beautiful previews. Thank you Redbox for getting smart and putting new previews on your DVDs rather than old, boring ones. The fall line up is looking good, filled with original ideas for movies. Here are my favs:

I really want to see this even though stupid Bradley Cooper is in it. I hate that guy.

Hilarious! And I love Frank Langella.

Last but not least, Safety Not Guaranteed. I love Aubrey Plaza from Parks and Rec, and Jake Johnson from New Girl. Adorable and again hilarious. 



Alice Cundersen

Back from the cabin getaway. I posted some pics over at Wives, M.D. but I will share a few more over here since I took half a million. 

I caught my first fish! But I certainly did not hold it. 

Happy Birthday to my beautiful mama!

The wall at the cabin everyone has been signing since the 1920s, "Hurray the war's over!!"

The epic taste test. Surprisingly, Dr.Pepper 10 was the overall favorite

Jam session. Sunday night is always the best night at the cabin.



Chad Michael Murray

This is the song I think of every time a Friday the 13th occurs. I'm a 90's child. whatev.

Also, I have been watching Dawson's Creek lately (a new low) and Chad Michael Murray was on it for a time. How is is that Chad still plays the "boyfriend" role when he was playing an 18 year old 10 years ago? Chad was Jen's boyfriend, Joey's boyfriend, Rory's boyfriend, Lindsay's boyfriend, Hillary Duff's boyfriend, Brooke's boyfriend, Payton's boyfriend and I'm sure a handful of others. 

On a different note, here is an actual good song. 

Ho Hey by The Lumineers on Grooveshark

Happy Friday the 13th people!



All this time
The Sun never says
To the Earth
"You owe me."

What happens
With a love like that.
It lights the 


Dear Cabin

Yep. The cabin gets its own title because it has its own personality and just the memory of it warms me like a hug from a person of flesh and blood.

Peeps. The annual trip to the cabin begins on Saturday, possibly Friday depending on how many nights I can be without D (aka I'm a big fat baby). This is a real dilemma for me seeing as the first day of the cabin might be my favorite.

I love stopping at the diner and getting a scoop of boysenberry ice cream.
I love getting lost because i either went too far and stopped too early (I have yet to find the cabin successfully on my own).
I love walking up the rickety, wooden staircase praying that no one took "my bed" on the south side nest to the window (dibs!).
I love sitting around before many people are there, rediscovering the place. 
I love the smell. Seriously, I love how it smells there before all the food aromas cover up the pine. 
Mostly, I love watching everyone's faces as they park and they see the cabin for the first time of the year. I don't know what it is. It's not happy, it's not excitement, it's not quite relief. Maybe it's peace. I will have to pay close attention this year.

I wish I could take the feelings and smells and sounds of the cabin home with me in a jar. I would open it up late at night when I can't sleep; when I'm stressed about money and medical school; when I'm past my limit of patience; when I don't feel great about myself; when I'm homesick. 

The sound of the rain on the roof, the sway of the pine trees, the dust coming down the road signaling more family coming, the smooth wood of the handrails worn over time, the endless snoring, the sound of the piano seeping through the walls, the cold watermelon fresh out of the river, the cold mornings and deep sleep....would comfort me over and over and over again. 


Dear Brene

Being vulnerable is hard.

Being vulnerable in the moment of hurt is nearly impossible for me. But I've learned that being vulnerable about a situation long past is sometimes just as hard. To look a person in the eye and simply say, "you hurt me" is hard. It feels childish. Because as adults we have some expectation that we shouldn't be hurt by people's words and actions for more than a moment. We should get over it. We should move on. We should let it go. And sometimes we do; we talk it out with a close friend, we give the benefit of the doubt, we rationalize it, we leave it alone long enough it doesn't seem to matter anymore, we accept that their intention was not to harm.  But other times, it hurts. And it hurts in a way that only vulnerability and compassion can soothe it.

In Brene Brown's, The Gifts of Imperfection, she says, "We need to honor our struggle by sharing it with someone who has earned the right to hear it."

I have had a lot of these experiences lately. I don't know if that means I am growing and learning to be vulnerable or if my thick skin thinned down at some point when I wasn't looking. All I know is that I'm grateful for the people in my life that have earned that right. 

Tonight, I met with an old friend. A friend who I spent a lot of nights with in college. A friend that is very dear to my heart and who kept lots of my secrets, who had listening ears, and an incredibly giving heart. We had a miscommunication over a year ago that left us both feeling hurt and in turn we distanced ourselves from each other. We've run in to each other a few times but it was always there, this big gorge in our relationship with neither of us willing to meet in the middle.

To look a person in the eyes, a year later and say, "you hurt me" is brave. I was a coward and I couldn't find the words, so I'm grateful that she did. The bridge was easy to cross once we got there and were vulnerable enough to cross it. I'm grateful that we had such a strong foundation in our friendship that she had already earned the right to hear my story, and I hers.

This conversation tonight opened my eyes. I realize that other wounds that, though old, have yet to be healed. Not because I struggle to be vulnerable but because they never earned the right to hear my story. Being vulnerable only comes after a foundation of trust is built.

"When we are looking for compassion, it's about connection with the right person and the right time about the right issue."

Keep on building.


Mrs. Pippin

I have been thinking about my patriotic spirit lately. Trying to pin down the experiences that made my heart swoon when I hear the Declaration of Independence or tears fill my eyes when I put my hand over my heart. So a few months ago I started making a list of my experiences in chronological order.

- Kindergarten, lost my first tooth while saying the pledge of allegiance
- 2nd grade, I watched "American Rabbit" every single day
- 3rd grade, singing "I'm Proud to be an American" too loud (so says Mrs. Pippin). Our hippie principle played this song every morning in elementary school.
- 4th grade, the ski competition at Snow Basin when members of the Olympic team talked about representing America
- 5th grade, I read the "Molly" series of the American Girl Collection
- 6th grade, voted in as lead flag girl, this meant I lead the pledge of allegiance every Monday and put the flag up and took it down everyday (come rain or shine).
- 6th grade summer in NY, standing at the Statue of Liberty
- 7th grade, 9/11
- 7th grade, voted "Most likely to be president"
- 7th grade, the Olympic games came to Utah and I wept as a silly 13 year old girl during the opening ceremony
- 8th grade, voted "Most likely to be governor"
- 9th grade, sitting by grandma at the Legislature
- 10th grade, choosing to sign "America the Beautiful" for my class project
- 11th grade, A.P. History put the revolution in my bones
- 18, voting for the first time with Brittan
- 19, started in the American Studies program
- 20, EFY 4th of July week, spreading American flags and decorated the EFY office
- 20, Danny read the DOI to me on our first date
- 21, grandpa's funeral, the soldiers played the "Taps" for my grandfathers service in the military
- 22, sewed my first dress; red, white and blue which people affectionately called the "Lady Liberty" dress
- 23, taking the flag down at FDL got me thinking about all of these experiences

I realized from a very young age I had a lot of very distinct patriotic moments that not only formed a connection with my country but a big part of who I am.

The 5th of July is the saddest day of the year.


Katharine Lee Bates

E Pluribus Unum.

Written on every dollar bill. Out of many, one. Maybe the most beautiful message our founders left us. And while this is the many states uniting to become a single nation, I think it is a greater goal than that. While our country has plenty of terrible history and hate that comes from the human race, it is a simple yet pure goal. E Pluribus Unum in a country, in a community, in a family, in a marriage. It is a beautiful idea. 

I didn't realize that "America the Beautiful" had eight versus until I was in the 10th grade. For my sign language class we had to learn to sign any song and obviously this is what I chose. It has been my favorite song every since. These are my two favorite versus:

O beautiful for heroes proved 
In liberating strife. 
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life! 
America! America! 
May God thy gold refine 
Till all success be nobleness 
And every gain divine! 

O beautiful for patriot dream 
That sees beyond the years 
Thine alabaster cities gleam 
Undimmed by human tears! 
America! America! 
God shed his grace on thee 
And crown thy good with brotherhood 
From sea to shining sea! 

"Who more than self their country loved", I love this truth. I think this is how E Pluribus Unum is possible at all. We see it in soldiers who serve their country, people that take a small amount of time out of their lives to vote, politicians who serve faithfully, unseen civil servants who get very little in return for their hard work and in the lives of new citizens who sacrificed so much to call themselves Americans. It is the act of sacrifice, the "forget yourself and go to work" that improves the lives of those around us and in turn changes us as well. 

I loved the John Adams movie. This is my favorite scene (well one of my favs) because it reminds us that art and  music and so many beautiful things are first founded on rights we are founded on and the work that came before us. 

I read the Declaration every 4th of July. I hope most Americans do. So here is the link to the full document or just the first two paragraphs to read on this beautiful day.

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

The 4th of July is more than fireworks, pintrest treats, parades and BBQs (not that those things don't have their place, they create beautiful traditions that I LOVE), it is a day to remember and to be grateful. To celebrate where we came from, how we have changes, how we have improved and where we are headed.


The Cornish Clan

I love a wedding day! And I love the new Cornish family. 
Benjamin, Cheryl, David and Ethan were so happy all day (minus picture time for the boys) and it touched my heart. Here are a few pics off the IPhone.

Oh, the tears.

And this was lovely and intimidating as ever. 


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