Year of Big Birthdays for the Burtons

My family.  What a fun group of people.  

For over half of my life, I lived far enough away from my family that I didn’t see them all for birthdays.  Growing up, we always celebrated everyone’s birthday in our family.  It’s not to say that a huge party was thrown, or anything like that, but ensuring that everyone was celebrated at least once a year – that was a big deal.  We’d have the occasional birthday party (mine, of course, was my sweet sixteen), but for the most part we kept it low-key.

Adding people into our family, via my brothers getting married and nephews being born, added even more fun to the Burton birthdays. Until recently, I didn’t live by family for any of my one sister-in-law’s birthdays (Tiffany), nor my two youngest nephews’ birthdays (Ross and Ryder).  But I would attempt visits home to get everyone together to do a Burton Birthday Bash.  With the exception of Ross, whose birthday is in February, we have family celebrations from April through September, with most of them being in August and September.  Whenever we do a cake for a BBB, we’ll light the candles and sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to…everyone.  We all throw in different names when it’s time to name the person, or we’ll just say everyone’s name really fast, or sometimes we just end up saying, ‘everyonnnnnnnnnne, Happy Biiiiirthdaaaaay to you…’

So we get to celebrate each other in big doses, and we truly enjoy doing it.  It’s the whole Christmas concept of – it’s even more fun to give than receive.  My family does that well.  No one really cares about what they’re going to get – at least not as much as we care about how much you’ll enjoy the gift we’re about to give you.

My family does that well.  No one really cares about what they’re going to get – at least not as much as we care about how much you’ll enjoy the gift we’re about to give you.

I love that.

This has been an extra fun year for birthdays.  All of my nephews hit those milestone birthdays.  Ross turned 16.  Ryder turned 10.  Robert turned 21.  I’m pretty sure that my brother and sister-in-law didn’t plan it that way, but it’s fun to realize.  To top it all off, my mama is going to be 70 on Sunday.  Man, Ilove her.  I’ve been nothing but blessed since I moved in to hang with my parents for a short season, back in June, while I transition back to live by my family.  She’s amazing.  (So’s my dad…but we’ll get to him later.)

A few weeks ago we did a Burton Birthday Brunch Bash – brother, David, got a waffle maker for Christmas last year and I don’t get enough use of it, so I requested a brunch bash.  We brunched, and swam, and laughed a lot.  Ryder brought the fun, and we do a mini version of that this Sunday to celebrate a few more birthdays.


My Accent, Part Dos

Five and half years ago I posted about my accent, revealing that I no longer had one.  From PHILly, but lived in MinneSOHta and MichigAN for 12 years wrecked my accent quite a bit.  Nonetheless, I was still holding it down with the Philadelphian in me a little bit according to that test.

Just did the same exact test this afternoon to find that I still don't have much of a distinct accent, but…

Accent shot

…THE SOUTH HAS OVERTAKEN ME!  And all my Lousiana, Jacksonville, Georgia, Tennesee, Texas friends said…Amen.  This is what moving to Virginia has done to, for, to me.  I just go around picking up little pieces of other people's accents all the time…Hot mess.

Where’s Kim?

Let's play an afternoon game…

Can you find my lovely red locks in each of these pictures?  :)  I'm getting braver and braver about old pictures of myself, as I realize that I am turning 30 this year. 😉

Better yet, can you figure out which boys I had crushes on in each photo? 

fun fact about the above picture…that dress is, indeed, pleather:) and i have Batman earrings on

Top-8_edited-2 above…5th grade, choir

above…5th grade…student council




Boyz II Men-singing to Mama






Joi, Sabrina and I went to see one of my all-time favorite groups-Boyz II Men-on Friday night.

This is one little video that I took of them singing to Mama.  (Mom, this is for you:)

We had a blast, hangin’, and singing old favorites.  It was hard not to bust out in "Motown Philly"…after all, I am Motown and Philly, all wrapped up in one!  🙂

My Accent

I admit that I can be easily entertained at times:)  Being from Philly, I say some things a little differently…like "coffee" as "cawfee" or every now and then "water" comes out as "wooder".  This can happen especially after a full weekend with my parents and my brother Todd.  Todd’s a Philly accent maniac!  Don’t even get me started on my aunts who live on the other side of the river in Jersey:) 

Then there’s my Detroit accent (not to be confused with the slight Michigan accent) that comes out, especially when I’m talking about my students, or telling stories from school.  My roommate really likes to make fun of me when I start talkin’ like I actually have some "soul" in me:)  She says that the "black’s comin’ out!" 

But let’s not forget that I spent 5 years in Minnesota, where my favorite line was, "What are you talkin’ (pronounced ‘taakin’) about (pronounced ‘a boat’)?"  or Minnesoooota.

All those jumbled up together give me these results on my accent test

What American accent do you have?

Your Result: The Midland

have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don’t have an
accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern
Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for
all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big
southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV
and radio.

The Inland North
The South
The Northeast
The West
North Central

Philly Weekend

This past weekend I spent some time in Philadelphia with my parents and my brother and sister in law.  Congratulations to Tiffany for getting her Masters Degree!  …and a 4.0, at that!

It was Father’s Day and the Tigers were playing the Phillies.  What a great day for me to take my dad and mom to a game!  To top it off, the Tigers won.  Dad wasn’t as happy…but I think that the sting of watching his beloved team lose was at least a little less because I was there:)
This is my dad and me outside Citizens Bank Park.

This is us with my brother, Todd.June_2007_272
I was told that I looked like I was confused…wearing my Tigers shirt and my Phillies hat:)

This is mom and me, right before I left.  She’s the one that kept elbowing me when I would scream for Pudge at the game, Sunday.  She tried to kick me out of their row!

And as an added bonus, I got to see a good friend from college, Ryan, who’s working in the culture of Philly.  It was also great to see him.

And just because I wanted to take a picture of the beautiful scenery of Pennsylvania…while I was driving…dad, pretend you didn’t read that:)

Make Herr’s Yours

If you don’t know this about me yet, you can take the girl outta Philly, but you can’t take the Philly outta the girl.  One thing I love about visiting home are the things that Philadelphians tend to take for granted. 

You’ve got the pizza (which I posted about here ); you’ve got the steaks (which I posted about here ); you’ve got TastyKakes; you’ve got the soft pretzel that you buy for a quarter on the side of the road from the guy who probably doesn’t wash his hands-on which you slather French’s or Gulden’s mustard on…yum!; and then you’ve these two things that I’ve experienced these last few days.

Side note:  I went to see my friends, Mike and Christina (and their daughter, Clara), in Ohio this weekend.  Mike and I go back to Jr High-so he’s from Philly too-and Christina and I go back 10 years to when we first went to North Central together.  It was such a good time hangin’ with them…I’ll post about them later.

Mike was so excited to tell me that Dayton just got its first…RITA’S WATER ICE!!!  (Be cool, go toRitas Rita’s!)
Water ice is very hard to explain, for some reason, and every Philadelphias/East Coaster will agree.  We’ve tried, again and again, to no avail.  It is not simply crushed ice with flavored juice, like a snow cone.  Nor is it like a slushy or a slurpee, like at 7-11.  Its flavor supercedes these things to levels that no man can truly describe.  My favorite flavor, for a long time, was banana…oh the frozen chunks of banana :0P  But since high school, I usually go for a gelati (not to be confused with the italian ice cream, "gelato").  A gelati is a combination of water ice (pronounced "wooder ice") and frozen custard.  I like mango water ice and chocolate custard.  My moutDsc03298h salivates.

That was Friday night.  Now to today.  It was lunch time and of course I didn’t bring a lunch.  I headed over to the vending machine to find, none other than, a Pennsylvanian brand of chips…Herr’s!  I’m not even a huge chip fan, but I did visit the Herr’s potato chip factory when I worked a Y-Day Camp 6 years
ago…I had fresh, hot potato chips and they were stinkin’ good.  They don’t sell Herr’s around here, so I was completely shocked.  And, to top it off, the flavor (which surprisingly tasted fabulous) was Philly Cheesesteak!  I even took a picture to commemorate the moment.