Friday, August 31, 2007

The Game of Tag

4 Jobs I've Had
Helper at OB/GYN doctor's office
Receptionist at Learning Resource Center at BYU
Public Relations Specialist at Nu Skin Enterprises
Media/Marketing Manager at Leavitt Insurance Agency

4 Movies I could watch over and over
10 Things I Hate About You
old family videos of us Farrells as kids
Re-runs of Mike's BYU bball games (I know, I'm lame)

4 Places I've Lived
Herndon, VA
Provo, UT
Las Vegas, NV
...the future will tell

4 Favorite TV Shows
The Office
American Idol
The Hills
My Boys

4 Favorite Foods
Anything involving choclate
Food involving cheese

4 Websites I Check Often
blogger, for sure (I get board at work sometimes)
KB (I want to buy a new house (I have to keep my reputation up for being a girl that knows sports with all the guys) (I'm a money hoarder)

4 Hobbies I Enjoy
hanging out with Mike
dreaming about my future beautiful home!

I am out of breath now and too tired to tag anyone. Feel free to tag yourself!

Sunday, August 26, 2007

When Sunbeams Make You Cry...

Yes, it's true. My sunbeams made me cry today. Well, not my sunbeams...just ONE sunbeam.

Here's the story. I have a class of 6 kids. Mostly girls, all of which are fantastic. Who cares that they like to be ballarina's in the middle of sharing time or eat extra cups of goldfish...they are really good kids. They say prayers, they answer questions, they giggle, they are goofy...but who cares, they are good kids.

And then there is Triston. Don't let his little blue eyes and dimples fool you. He can changes personalities in a heartbeat. One moment he'll be telling you a secret and the next he'll tell you he hates you and start hitting other children.

So, today I came prepared...or so I thought. I came up with a little chart with jobs for the kids to remember while sitting in sharing time.

A hand: to remember to keep our hands to ourselves
A chair: to remember to sit in our chairs
A mouth: to remember to talk in quiet voices

The first 30 mintues went well and then it started. Triston- "I don't want to be nice..aghhh!!" "I hate this song" "I don't like you" "This is my evil voice"

Then he starts scooting in his chair across the sharing time room. I take him and put him on my lap since he keeps doing it....he grabs my arm with his fingernails and starts pinching. Finally he stops with me threatening to get his dad. (I hate to resort to that).

Then in class...he chucks the goldfish across the room, he spills all my little marbles on the floor, he tries to lock himself in the closet, he rams his chair up against my legs, he squishes himself between the chairs and the walls, he holds his fist like he is going to punch me. Meanwhile, it's not like I'm a bad teacher. We are playing all the really fun games with finding animals, acting out pioneer songs and everything.

Triston starts getting crazier and crazier and I try to ignore him. But, then I can't take it anymore and all the other kids are getting weirded out by him too. Instead of them being fun, they are all just sitting there and watching Triston self destruct.

I look at Triston and say, "you are making me very sad today."

Class ends, his dad comes and Triston chucks the crayons on the ground and walks out the door.

"That wasn't very nice," said Triston's dad, "say thank you."

"thank you," says Triston and he walks out the door.

Mike comes to the door and asks me how class went...and that's when I started crying. The other kids were so busy coloring they didn't notice.

I hope I don't cry every week I leave church, but I might.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Stupid Machines

So, I've been so excited about posting about my CA trip last weekend. But, before I posted I needed to put my pictures on my computer. You can't post about a vacation without any pictures! So, last night I try and put the pictures on my computer and, for some unknown reason, it kept telling me that it couldn't format the F: drive. What?

This has been a week of frustrating machine experiences. Currently at work, my Internet is going in and out. Our computer magically decided to erase our itunes, and I've been trying to change people's email signatures at my office and add a picture...yet everyone's computers treat the pictures differently.

So, morale of the story is...I promise I will post soon, once I get control over my dumb machines.

Is there anything more frustrating?

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Tag...I'm it

7 Random Things About Me

1. I hate it when Mike wastes money on Powerade and other drinks, but after we bring them home I drink them like crazy. Kinda silly.

2. I know more about the PGA tour and the golf players than the leaders of this country. Sad, I know.

3. For some reason the sun in Vegas isn't strong because even without sunscreen in the middle of the afternoon, I am not getting burned (or any color). Maybe my skin has stopped being able to tan?

4. When Brittany Spears was smaller and less crazy, and I was a little larger...people used to tell me we looked alike. I didn't think it was a compliment.

5. I liked eating food SO much more before I started cooking. It's like when I cook, I can taste each individual ingredient that goes into it...instead of enjoying the end result. (I especially now notice the little string fat things in the chicken...yuck, I can't stand those)

6. I love to run and don't love to drink water...meaning, I go almost the entire day without drinking at all. I think that is the reason I get cramps sometimes when I run.

7. I have about 4 TV shows everynight that I look forward to watching. Tonight, I have So You Think You Can Dance, America's Got Talent, Flip That House and Fore Inventors Only. I have got to get a new hobby.

I tag Becca Cardon, Lynds Payzant, and Brittany Birnel (you do this in your blog)

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Cinnamon rolls...or not?

Okay, so here's a word of advice for all you enrichment leaders in your ward...if you advertise putting on an enrichment activity simply titled "Cinnamon rolls", there better as HECK be a lot of cinnamon rolls involved. I mean, obviously an activity titled cinnamon rolls would probably involved people making, cooking and EATING cinnamon rolls. Right?

So, let me tell you about MY "Cinnamon roll" enrichment activity. I show up and there is a bowl of pre-made cinnamon rolls. So, I go over to grab one thinking, "wow, I didn't have to really work hard for this. Nice!" I look in the bowl and there are these small cinnamon rolls (which isn't a problem) but they are EACH cut in HALF. Yes, ladies and gentlement and whopping half of a small cinnamon roll. I then proceeded to sit in a chair and watch a lady explain a painstaking process of babying the yeast and buying and sewing cloth which the dough can then be rolled onto...I think I chatted in the back of the room the whole time (kinda felt like I was in beehives again. haha).
Meanwhile, I'm sitting there the whole time going, "Are you serious? It's called a bread machine! Put the ingredients in there and're practically done." right? One person asked, "so, how long do you plan on being home for making the cinnamon rolls," the lady doing the demonstration responded, "oh, pretty much all afternoon. Yes, I would stay home and be in my kitchen all afternoon."

The demonstration ended and I talked for a while hoping that more cinnamon rolls would come out, since I'd only had a half and I told my darling husband I would bring him home some. I ended up leaving, empty handed and with a less than full tummy.

Wow, maybe it's that I work from 8 to 5 and am TOTALLY not domestic. But, I'm pretty sure a young mother with little children ALSO wouldn't be able to sacrifice an entire afternoon making cinnamon rolls.

I think I'll stick with my bread machine cinnamon rolls, thank you very much.

NOTE: to all mothers who DO spend all afternoon making cinnamon rolls. I'm sure your rolls are a lot better than mine, so take pride in that. Sorry it took you all afternoon to make them.