Thursday, July 11, 2013

Teagan

Once again I have been remiss in my authorship.  A new addition has come to our little family:
Teagan Caroline Farris
November 26, 2012 (that's right, folks, 54 weeks and 1 day after Sweet Bea)
9 pounds 15 ounces
22 inches

Keeping the Newhouse tradition of beautiful babies going!  Teagan couldn't be more different than her older sister.  She is calm, quiet and slow to smile.  She observes everything with wide eyes and constant concern.  From the moment she came into this world, she has had a perplexed look on her face as if to say, "What, exactly, is going here?"  Her big sister is the only one to elicit a laugh (twice), but Alex and I continue to try (and fail).  Teagan is a delightful baby, and I am thrilled to be her mama.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Sweet Bea

I am a terrible blogger.

In the last year and nearly four months since I last posted, I have fallen in love again with someone new.



Beatrice Elizabeth Farris
November 11, 2011 (yup! 11/11/11:)), 7:43 a.m.
9 pounds 4 ounces (not the largest grandbaby on the Newhouse side & equal to daddy)
21 1/4 inches

She's super cute, huh? Clearly she's been around a while, four months and 2 days to be exact. Alex and I are so happy and humbled to be this princess's parents! I only hope I have learned enough from my mom to be as good to Beatrice.

Maybe, just maybe, she will inspire me to blog more often; we'll see!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Love and Marriage

"I will probably never get married." This was always my answer. You know the question everyone asks at some point if you're single, "When are you going to settle down and get married?" In fact, I am pretty adamant about this in a previous post. I have, for the most part, always been happy with my life. I've made great friends, moved to and from some great places, and I have a splendid career. I'm a happy girl!

That's what I thought. Then I met Alex. Randomly. A friend had a party, and she made vegan food just for me, so I dragged my butt over there (I had just bought my car that day, and I was tired). There he was. Just sitting there. Alex. My heart fluttered, and we talked until he left to go home. Luckily he had the cajones to get my number first! Cut to five days later. FIVE DAYS! "Well," thought I, "that's too bad. I think I really liked him. Guess he's not going to call." I am not a sit around, wait by the phone kind of girl, so I moved on. Then he called. We went on our first date, then our second date, then a third date...wait a second...he has not annoyed me or repulsed me once. This is weird...hmmmm...after that, the third date, it was over; I was hooked! He proposed September 26, 2010. We eloped November 12, 2010. Now I am four days into marriage, and I am happy; I am so happy that I get it now! I understand all the "why aren't you married"s and the "don't you want to be with someone"s! But I promise to all my single friends, I will never ask you that! Of course I also said I'd probably never get married, and look how well that turned out:)

Friday, June 18, 2010

What?! No meat or dairy?!

As an avid carnivore, preferring meat and potatoes over any and all things green, I surprised myself about four weeks ago. I was CRAVING, with a vengeance, buffalo wings. This craving had been on my mind for days, but I had ignored it to the point that said craving had taken over. I went straight to the store after work to procure the elements. Walking through the store on my way to meats, my eye was drawn to a package. Smart Wings. "Hmmm," though I, "What are these?" Fake meat. Fake buffalo wings, no less. I normally would have walked away, but the caloric information held my gaze. 100 calories per serving. What?! Well, they can't be good, right? I mean...it's FAKE MEAT...it cannot be good! Then I thought, "Well, if they're horrible, I'll just come back for the real thing later." That's how it all started. One afternoon in a grocery store. And they were good. So good, in fact, that I challenged myself to go one whole weekend with no meat. When that seemed easy, I figured, what's a week? And now that I had gonna a week with no meat, I figured I may as well finally read the book I had owned for a few years, Skinny Bitch. I had been putting off reading this book, because I had absolutely no interest in giving up meat. And then I read it.

I, obviously, did not stop eating meat due to any sort of political agenda. But any desire I had to go back to it went away after reading this book. I will save my dominion vs. stewardship rant for another time, and simply leave it at I will never eat meat again.

I had been feeling better the last few weeks than I remember feeling in 20 years! Sleeping like a proverbial baby; waking refreshed; energized throughout the day; no nappy-time necessary around 2 p.m.; feeling full and not thinking about my next meal every second of the day. These were rare occurrences for me, but they were becoming consistent. Like the book said! Weird! BUT there were two very vital issues for me in the authors' lifestyles: caffeine and dairy. I couldn't possibly give up my five-a-day Diet Dr. Pepper habit! That would be lunacy! What would I drink all day long?! Water?! Are you kidding me? Nope, not kidding. AND cheese?! But cheese is part of my new vegetarian (now known to me as ovo-lacto vegetarianism) diet. A staple, even!

I had already given up my twice daily meat habit, so I gave it a try. It's been a week and a half with no DDP or cheddar. I really do miss the cheddar, and I can't see a DDP without a little tear welling up, but I feel amazing! My only dietary issue now is 15 minutes of sun exposure per day for the essential Vitamin D. We vampires can't afford the skin cancer risks, so it will have to be a supplement there. Otherwise, I am getting far more nutrients (and a lot less poisons) than ever before, and I can tell. I can feel it. Inside my body and in the lessening of aggression toward other people. It's weird and fun all at the same time.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

A Day at a Resort
A One Act Play


Scene 1
Race: HELLO!!

Tyra: HI!!

Race: Hey! (semi-shout across lobby) What is a vestibule?

Tyra: That area over there. (points to vestibule)

Race: The area between the front doors and lobby doors?

Tyra: Yes, that is a vestibule.

Ian: (from behind the front desk to Tyra) You’re a vestibule!

Tyra: (to Ian) Ya…you...uh uh…you are the vestibule (in voice of young child)

And scene…

Scene 2
Tyra: Are you all finished?

Steve: No, not yet. He still has to inspect the entrance.

Tyra: Wanna hear a funny story? (relays above scene to Steve)

Steve: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

Steve: I told them that they needed to make sure the vestibule was clean for the QA auditor about 15 minutes ago! Ha ha ha ha ha! No one told me they didn’t know what it was!

And scene…

Monday, June 1, 2009

Singledom and Christendom

I have been inspired again. A friend of mine (Laura) sent me an email today including a link to a blog she follows:
http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com/2009/06/550-surviving-church-as-single.html

Now I knew my experiences with this issue weren't unique, but I had no idea how rampant and cross-theological it was until I read this blog today. I was sure it was far worse in the LDS Church because that has been my life so far. My friends and I (most of us single) are actually happy, productive members of society. Don't get me wrong; we have all of us at one time or another wanted to share our lives with someone, but we do not cry ourselves to sleep each night praying for a mate. I realize for most of you, this is not groundbreaking news; however, there are those that will never believe this. They cannot imagine being unmarried and content with life. On that note, I would like to expound on the church issue we as single people face (specifically within the LDS Church).

When I turned 18, I became a Young Single Adult. Three years ago, I turned 30 (24 days after my baby brother turned 18). This meant I was now expected to socialize with children 12 years younger than me. Exactly one year later, I was expected to begin socializing with people my parents' age. Now I do not want to sound bitter about my singledom, because I am not. I am, however, a little disenfranchised with church socialization. How exactly am I, as a 33-year-old, single, professional, childless woman supposed to go from hanging out with Conner (my then 18-year-old brother) to socializing with a 45-year-old divorced, single mother of 4? Anyone else see the dilemma here? My mom does. My friends do. Ever wonder why there aren't more of us at church? Why are there so many less active church members between 25 and 35? I'll tell you.

1. It was really hard having one or two people (that's a high number) at church with whom I had anything in common. Most of my friends got married in 1997. Yes, I know the year because there were about 30 weddings in our stake, and every one of them was someone that had, at some point that year played, "tennis-volleyball" at my apartment complex.
2. Most of the people in my church "social" group are weird. Judgemental? Absolutely! Did you date and marry your spouse because they were weird and you liked it? If you did, then you're probably a little weird, too, so you didn't even notice. Well my friends and I are not weird. We have firm testimonies in our prospective faiths, and we know what Prada means and who Matthew McConaughey actually is. This does not mean we're snobs, but because we are single, we can (at times) buy expensive things and go to the movies without getting a sitter.
3. Most lessons/sermons are aimed at families: how to be a good parent or spouse and raise a family in Christ. We have families. They usually consist of five or six people. None of us are married to one another, although some of us may take on the "child" role from time to time. We are all single adults that don't always agree on everything, but we always agree on this one thing, it is rare to go through a church service and not feel a little left out. My sisters right now are Laura Harper, Katie Wilson, and Laura Sheppard. We only have one brother right now, Scott Ross, but he's moving (sad). We have some cousins that join us from time to time, too. We talk and laugh and fight and love each other. And it sure would be nice to go to Sunday School one day and talk about what that's like.
4. Asking other single people at church to go to a movie or plan a beach trip automatically means there's someone in the group you're in "love" with and trying to marry. I don't think I need to expound on this very much (see point #2).

I believe that if people have a complaint about something, they should have a solution as well. I have a solution from an LDS perspective. The age groups really need to be modified. I really feel it should be like Primary and Mutual. Following that logic, Primary is elementary-middle school; Mutual is middle-high school, so the Single Adult program(s) should follow the same sort of common denominator:
18-25 (this gives returning missionaries a chance to finish school with people still in their age range)
26-32 (I realize this seems short, but it's exactly the same as 12-18 and is itself a transition period from student to adult just like Mutual is from preteen to graduate)
32-40 (I still can't seem to be interested or attracted to anyone over the age of 40; superficial, possibly, but it's a reality among all of my friends)
41-52 (they get a little larger from here)
53 and up

I realize this seems like an awful lot of extra work for the Church to create new programs, but I can tell you from experience, that we would lose a lot less people if they have a foothold in a social group. You may say, "Well, our stake doesn't have enough active single adults to justify creating these types of programs." Perhaps you should think about why they aren't active rather than the fact they aren't active. Think about how much more tithing would be paid; fast offerings; callings filled [even though one thing we don't like to admit (because we're single and a little defensive about this) that we do have more free time. We protect it. We have to or we end up having those that would take advantage.] The point is wouldn't we all be happier knowing that our lost brothers and sisters weren't lost anymore. Isn't it worth the time and investment?

And please stop asking your single brothers and sisters when they're going to settle down and get married or why it hasn't happened when he or she would be such a great catch. I am a great catch; I know that. But maybe none of the bait out there is appetizing, and I'm really enjoying the swim.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Facebook

So I am one of the millions of (cannot believe it) grown adults that joined My Space years ago. Regardless of my disdain for such things, it seemed like a good way to keep in touch with my friends. A few months ago, a friend of mine convinced me to join Facebook. My skepticism that it was better than My Space was overwhelming. I had realized shortly after joining My Space that it was not nearly as innocent a venture as I anticipated. After the third proposition from some nut job interested in things I would never actually do to him, I concluded that My Space was not something in which I really wanted to be involved. So you can understand that another "networking" site was not high on my priority list. It took a few weeks, but Laura finally had me convinced that I should try Facebook. I have rarely enjoyed being online for an extended period of time unless there was a movie or downloading music involved. I have become a Facebook addict! I love it! I have rekindled a ton of friendships that I had no hope for recovering. I have found old friends, new friends, co-workers, and family members. The beauty of this site is that its format does not lend itself to perversion or sickness. There are so many family sites and one of my friend's friend posted a note that her husband will acyually "let her be on Facebook:)." I love it! I know I said that, but I do! It's not as easy to search for people as other sites, but they kind of search for you, too. My friends "notes" inspired me to do a blog. I even downloaded it on my Crackberry so I can check it all day long. Sad? Maybe. Satisfying? For sure! How else would I have found my college roommate, friends that have moved away, and friends from whom I moved away? FOR FREE!