Today our Sunbeam class had to give a class presentation for Sharing Time (the lesson part of Primary, where all the kids meet together). We only had one week to prepare, so all that the children could really do was help out by holding up pictures as we went through each day of the Creation. I was surprised they were willing to do it too, since they probably didn't really know what was going on. When their part was done, Justin reigned them in while I did the talking. We talked about how each creation--plants, animals, the sun, etc.--is a blessing (such as plants giving us fruit, animals being pets, and the sun giving light) through a matching game. The kids participated a lot more than I expected, so I was very happy they were enjoying the lesson. We didn't take up enough time, though, so they sang some more songs before we left for class.
Our class was really good. They participated in the lesson more than usual, they listened to us for the most part, and they were very reverent during our walk. They are so cute! And we have a new boy in our class. It was a good Sunday with the Sunbeams.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Spontaneity
Last week for work we had to make a goals poster with work, personal, and fantasy goals. One of my fantasy goals was to get a new hairstyle. Why a fantasy goal? Because every time I say I'm going to do it, it never quite happens like I want it to. I think it's because I go to cheap places instead of real salons.
Anyway, on Friday (last week) somehow the conversation of my hair came up. My coworker Briana was sharing what she thought would look good on me. (She's really into fashion and grooming.) Bill, my manager, joined in as well (he's gay). They both said a dramatic A-line would look great and maybe some highlights, which I didn't want. Bill then told me to have my hair cut by Monday morning. I told him I didn't have any money! He hadn't paid me yet!
"Ok, well, if you go get your hair cut right now I will pay for it," he offered.
"Are you serious or are you joking?" I wanted to make sure he wasn't kidding, making me dish out $50 for my hair.
"I'm serious. If you go downstairs and they can get you an appointment right now then I will go down there and pay for it."
"Ok! Briana, go with me." Who would turn that down?
All in a whirlwind, Briana grabbed my hand and pulled me to the salon downstairs, Zolton's. I told her to do all the talking because I could never quite explain what I wanted. Zolton's had an appointment open! The lady who cut my hair was from Salt Lake (not LDS, though) and had been cutting hair for 15 years. She was great. She cut it exactly the way Briana told her and even added layers so I could part my hair different ways. True to his word, Bill came down when I was done and paid for it. He later admitted the real reason he was so willing to pay was that he was sick of seeing me wear a ponytail or my hair half up everyday. He said that now I look more professional.
During the cut, Briana joked--or so I thought--about getting a new outfit. I agreed that eventually I would. But when we were done, she dragged me to the boutique next door for some shopping. I didn't argue because I knew it was expensive so I would not be tempted to buy a $144 jean jacket or whatever else. But the store was closing and everything was 60 percent off. I looked at the $40 rack and found a dress. I tried it on and oh no! I fell in love. So against better judgment I bought it. (A picture of it will be in an upcoming blog.)
When I got back upstairs everyone was waiting to see my new hairstyle and they all loved it. So do I. Thanks, Bill and Briana!
Note: The following pictures are not from the day I got my haircut. I forgot to take a picture right away, so my hair does not look as nice as it did that night.
Anyway, on Friday (last week) somehow the conversation of my hair came up. My coworker Briana was sharing what she thought would look good on me. (She's really into fashion and grooming.) Bill, my manager, joined in as well (he's gay). They both said a dramatic A-line would look great and maybe some highlights, which I didn't want. Bill then told me to have my hair cut by Monday morning. I told him I didn't have any money! He hadn't paid me yet!
"Ok, well, if you go get your hair cut right now I will pay for it," he offered.
"Are you serious or are you joking?" I wanted to make sure he wasn't kidding, making me dish out $50 for my hair.
"I'm serious. If you go downstairs and they can get you an appointment right now then I will go down there and pay for it."
"Ok! Briana, go with me." Who would turn that down?
All in a whirlwind, Briana grabbed my hand and pulled me to the salon downstairs, Zolton's. I told her to do all the talking because I could never quite explain what I wanted. Zolton's had an appointment open! The lady who cut my hair was from Salt Lake (not LDS, though) and had been cutting hair for 15 years. She was great. She cut it exactly the way Briana told her and even added layers so I could part my hair different ways. True to his word, Bill came down when I was done and paid for it. He later admitted the real reason he was so willing to pay was that he was sick of seeing me wear a ponytail or my hair half up everyday. He said that now I look more professional.
During the cut, Briana joked--or so I thought--about getting a new outfit. I agreed that eventually I would. But when we were done, she dragged me to the boutique next door for some shopping. I didn't argue because I knew it was expensive so I would not be tempted to buy a $144 jean jacket or whatever else. But the store was closing and everything was 60 percent off. I looked at the $40 rack and found a dress. I tried it on and oh no! I fell in love. So against better judgment I bought it. (A picture of it will be in an upcoming blog.)
When I got back upstairs everyone was waiting to see my new hairstyle and they all loved it. So do I. Thanks, Bill and Briana!
Note: The following pictures are not from the day I got my haircut. I forgot to take a picture right away, so my hair does not look as nice as it did that night.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Goodbye, Laundromats!
On Friday, January 31, our beautiful washer and dryer were delivered. Justin's parents bought them for me as a Christmas/graduation present. They were on sale and therefore on back order so we had to use the laundromat twice while we were here, and it isn't close! At least in college it was just downstairs from my apartment.
I am so incredibly happy to have my own washer and dryer! It's a new sort of freedom: I don't have to worry about avoiding a crowded laundry room, waiting for my laundry to finish, waiting for other people's laundry to finish so I can get a machine, having my quarters eaten, saving quarters, having limited wash and dry options, worrying about the weather, leaving in the middle of a TV show (jk), carrying up stairs two baskets and a bunch of hung-up clothing (I usually did laundry when Justin was gone) and dropping things, and so much more. Plus, they're high efficiency so they use less water--good for the environment!
Hello, washer and dryer! Goodbye, laundromat!
Three Little Angels
Today Justin stayed home sick, so I asked my friend, Shereen, to help me with my Sunbeam class. Ended up that I would have been ok by myself: only three children came today! And they are the quiet ones. The class was unusally quiet and well behaved. Even the little boy whose mother came in last week was exceptionally good today (I guess his mother gave him a good talking-to!). It was hard getting the kids to participate and talk but at least they weren't fighting. When I got home I teased Justin about missing church the one day we had a small, silent class.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
"Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam!"
Sunday went much better with the little three-year-old Sunbeams. We had seven in the class again, though we almost had more because of visitors; luckily they were put in a different class. We were much better prepared: we brought stickers and stamps (and a sticker book for each kid), sang songs, colored a lot, went for a walk, and had a lesson. And no one had to go potty! We did have one parent come in because her little boy wouldn't stop hitting the other kids and coloring on the chairs, but the other kids were very well behaved for the most part (especially during the sticker part). We know the children's names and are learning who their parents are. And we found out that no one has any food allergies or restrictions, which means we can bring snacks. Although we need to improve more, we are on the right track. After all, it was only our second time teaching. Next week our lesson is "Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ Love Me."
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