A Conversation with Berlyn

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January 24, 2008

Me: Hey baby girl, what do you want to wear today?

Her: Diggle

Me: Do you want to wear this? This is cute. It has flowers.

Her: Diggle, diggle.

Me: Are you hungry? (using sign language, which she repeats an hour after I do the sign) Do you want to eat?

Her: Diggle

Me: You can have a whole grain waffle, tofu cubes, and dried pears for breakfast, doesn’t that sound yummy? Yummmmmy (I say this emphatically while patting my belly).

Her: Diggle, diggle, DIGGAAAHH!

I’ll take that as a yes.

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Hello? Anybody Out There?

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January 23, 2008

I’ve been writing this blog for about two months now. I try to faithfully write something clever and sassy every day, and some of those days, I succeed…but mostly I just dangle thoughts in front of you and hope they make sense. But now it’s getting to the point where I need your feedback. I crave words of encouragement–or words of disappointment. I long for you to comment, to show me you’re out there and somewhat interested…or maybe just waiting for me to say something profound–which is defiantly NOT going to happen. So comment dammit or email me. Let me know how I’m doing and that you’re reading. I know, I know, you’re shy–but you can do it…for me?

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I am here. Faithfully reading everyday when I should be working. Don’t feel like no one is out there… we are here and eager to hear more about the life of Rebecca Brumfield and all of her shenanigans.

I do have to admit I feel like every comment I make must be grammatically correct and I know for a fact that I make a lot of mistakes. So, if you want comments from me please be nice about my writing skills because I have none.

by Samantha on January 23, 2008

I would NEVER say anything bad about your grammar! Well, at least not to your face…
Honestly, I suck at grammar, I try really hard not to suck, but the suckiness comes out every now and again. I think if my 7th grade English teacher, Mrs. Rudd saw my writing she would gasp and clutch her pearls. Oh, and I am the worst speller, EVER. I just learned to spell February the other day. It’s a tricky one, that February.

by beckey on January 23, 2008

I seriously look forward to your blog every day! I even check it on weekends (even though I know that you don’t post on Saturdays and Sundays). I just analyze everything I write and think that I am far less clever than you are. Keep posting please!!!

by Jamye on January 23, 2008

I think your hilarious.

I’m not sure you know me…so I didn’t want to be labeled as the unknown girl leaving commets.

But keep it up! Even unknown girls read it!

by Amanda Ashdown on January 23, 2008

See… you do have a loyal fan base. I check this blog everyday because I love learning about you and the silly things that make your day interesting.

I read your blog everynight around 11pm as I listen to Twila Paris lullabies on my daughters monitor.

Keep writing, and maybe one day I will start my blog.

much love,

by Jenielle Krusiewicz on January 23, 2008

i hate it. seriously. ok…not seriously. maybe i love it. ok…not maybe. i do.

by Ryan Walton on January 24, 2008

Thank you people listed above for saying hi and your nice words. You make my heart happy.

by beckey on January 24, 2008

I’m here, I’m here!!! I love checking your blog and getting little tidbits about your life. I miss my little cousin and this is a great way for me to connect with you. Your insight on life is a nice little break for me in the middle of days full of nursing and chasing a three year old.

“I make milk, what’s your superpower?”

by Jil on January 24, 2008

I’m here, I’m here. The one day I don’t check it, I miss out on send you some much deserved love. Girl, I look forward to seeing what is going on in your life. Don’t stop…
By the way, I totally look at gofugyourself and dooce because of you.

You way rock.

by Jeni on January 24, 2008

this ohio gal loves ya! xo

by amy on January 26, 2008

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Creepy

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January 23, 2008

If you haven’t heard about it yet, there is this ultra creepy video circulating with Tom Cruise talking about Scientology. It’s so weird in fact, that it has led Jerry O’ Connell to do a parody of it. Funny.

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Berlyn Loves the Inspired Word of God

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January 21, 2008

She can’t help herself, she loves reading the Bible. I caught her perusing through Psalms and had to grab the camera.

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Beckey-
I love reading your blog and looking at your photos! You make me laugh and you have such a eye for great photography! These pics with Berlyn are so great. We need to get the girlies together to play!
Jen

by Jen Wheeler on January 22, 2008

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Apples to Apples

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January 21, 2008

Last night my brother and his girlfriend Amanda came over with sugary snacks and a hankerin’ to play Apples to Apples. If you have not heard of this game you should go to your local Target, buy it, and buy some Milk Duds, Chips Ahoy, and Triscuts, and then come over to our house and play with us.
Last night we learned that steak and potatoes, discovering America, and Tom Cruise are all responsible and ear wax and cockroaches are chewy…and that China is so in right now.

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We had such a great time with you! We spent most of yesterday remembering that the Vatican is sensual, driving off a cliff is bold, and that the top of a roller coaster is revolutionary.

by Amanda on January 22, 2008

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Sneaky Cheese

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January 18, 2008

Every year Pat and I go to the LA Car Show. We enjoy the culture, the cars, and we especially look forward to the pretzel with sneaky cheese. It’s sneaky, because I steal it. I steal cheese at the car show. Okay? Leave me alone. The pretzel stand only offers packets of mustard, and mustard almost sounds like turd, and no one wants a layer of turd on their pretzel, plus mustard is gross. So, I sneak into the food area where they sell the nachos, hot dogs, and baked potatoes, and I ask politely en español for an extra side of cheese, and then I look really really sad…and PRESTO, I become the proud owner of a cup of cheese. Enough for two soft pretzels, lightly salted thankyouverymuch.

Oh, yeah, and I almost forgot about this gem of a photo: jeeptasticjpg.jpg

After our bellies were full with cheese and salty-soft goodness, our inhibitions were lowered just enough, that when asked to pose in front of a green Jeep, we thought HELL TO THE YESS!

So there you are folks. Don’t say I never give you anything.

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Everything about this entry makes me happy – mostly the picture, which I think is extra silly. Eric went to the LA Car show this year too, and I was jealous. I love sitting in cars and pressing buttons. About two years ago I took up a hobby of “test driving”. I had to stop after a while because the follow up phone calls (and all the lies) were becoming a bit overwhelming.

So, in summary…give a fake phone number. Because driving $40,000+ cars that you have no intention of buying is quite thrilling.

by Natalie Johnson on January 23, 2008

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I Have Never…

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January 17, 2008
  • seen Gone With the Wind
  • been to middle America; this includes but is not limited to Oklahoma, Kansas, Louisiana, and Montana
  • witnessed my grandma put on make-up on
  • done drugs
  • been to Ikea or Target without buying something
  • broken a bone
  • dyed my hair black
  • finished a cross word puzzle
  • gone skinny dipping
  • been able to flair my nostrils

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I still have four fingers up. Is that good or bad?

Can’t wait to see you guys next month. Maybe we can make some of these happen. I can dye your hair black if you want.

by Samantha on January 18, 2008

Sorry but I’ve done it all..

by Eric on January 24, 2008

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My Daughter’s Naps Make me Want to go on Crime Sprees

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January 16, 2008

When she goes to sleep I am able to get stuff done. I can finally brush that thick morning goo off my teeth and take a shower, I can brew a cup of coffee and enjoy sitting and reading my email, I can even crochet, if I was in to that, which I’m not.
The point is, naps are important to both Berlyn and me. And if she doesn’t get the approved alloted amount of sleep, both of us are cranky. ALL DAY.
The whole house is quiet when she sleeps, but when I hear the gardeners or the trash truck pull up, I have to take every precaution not to go outside and say, “SHHHH! Berlyn is sleeping!” and then cock my riffle so that they know I mean business.
Nap time has become a very tense time at our home. When both Pat and I are home and Berlyn is sleeping I follow him around the house giving him the eyebrow raise/eyeball bulge combo that says, “baby sleeping, SHUT UP.” It doesn’t matter what he does, I tend to think it’s too loud. Coughing, whistling, flushing the toilet, all warrant a disapproving look from me.
Mr. UPS man, don’t even think about ringing our doorbell. Just leave the package on the doorstep and quietly shut the gate behind you. I swear, because if you ring the doorbell and your head is not on fire, I have every intention of kicking you in the shins.

I am looking into soundproofing Berlyn’s room. And some medical attention for me.

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Midnight Train

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January 15, 2008

Have you ever had the unfortunate experience of having a song stuck in your head while you are sleeping? If not. You suck. Here is how this works, you lay your tired head down to sleep and become all cozy and whatnot, you think about how your day went and remember random stuff like the burrito at lunch had more sauce than usual, and the hair on your upper lip needs to be removed. And when you finally fall asleep… “I’m leavin’ on that midnight train to Georgia.” Frickin’ Gladys Knight comes gallivanting into your thoughts. “Oooh oohh, I’m leavin'” Or an American Idol version of Gladys Knight, which is way worse. But you see, I’m dreaming, so there’s not much I can do. I’m trapped in this vortex where American Idols do shitty impostor motown songs and all I can do is hope I wake up soon. “All abord, all abord, all abord, to the midnight train to Georgia.”

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It’s unfortunate that that song instantly sent you back to American Idol, as opposed to it’s recent cameo on 30 Rock. Dreaming of Tracy Jordan and Frank singing Gladys Knight would be a treat for me.

by pat on January 15, 2008

So true Pat. I actually purchased “Midnight train to Georgia” on itunes a couple minutes after 30 Rock ended…oh that I might be so lucky as to find myself trapped in a vortex where Tracy and Griz sing me to sleep.

Beckey, I suggest you spend some time training your brain on appropriate vortex behavior. Check out the link below, fast forward to 17:40 and let the good times begin.

http://www.nbc.com/30_Rock/video/episodes.shtml#vid=203619

(In case you’re wondering who this is…it’s Eric Johnson, Natalie’s husband…random, I know.)

by Eric on January 21, 2008

Never random. Always awesome.

by beckey on January 21, 2008

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