Monday, September 29, 2008

Meal Plan Monday...

I've planned weeks of meals at a time before but this is my first time putting it out there. So, here goes...

Monday: Chinese Hamburger
Tuesday: Chicken Salad
Wednesday (ANTM night): Taco's
Thursday: Homemade soup - Chinese chicken noodle.
Friday: Leftovers
Saturday: Mac & Cheese (my own or this) with potato wedges
Sunday: Lemon Pepper Roast

I've also got a backup list of meals incase I don't really fancy some of that but right now that list is sitting right. Yum.

I'll post recipes and pictures on the Laura and Beki recipe blog. It's time for me to get back into the routine of being a good wife (and blogger)!

Friday, September 26, 2008

Feeling better...

I'm feeling good enough to go outside today - so if you're heading out to the playground let me know :)

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The irony:

We moved to a ground floor apartment to help fix my back. The people who lived here before now live on a top floor apartment and they have some very important mail coming to our house...


edited: I miscalculated. They aren't on the top floor but the 2nd. Phew!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

His & Hers:

Puke bowls.

Puke and stuff.

Sorry there's no pictures with this one...

So, yesterday I woke up around 5am and ran to the kitchen to grab a bowl. I wasn't baking. I then sprinted to the loo where I began to spew my lovely guts out. It had been 6 years since I last vomited, the longest I've ever gone. Stuart woke up to the sounds of my hysterical puking and was quite shaken. He couldn't go back to sleep so instead he waited until my chunks had steadied and then ran out to Broulims for Gatorade (the orange kind) because it seemed it was going to be a long day. When he arrived home he ran to the bathroom and began sharing his guts in all their glory too.

It was a long day. Long and stinky and noisy. Just this morning we were able to finish our first bottles of Gatorade and are even thinking about toast!

I don't remember what time it was when I called Megan, but I do remember the image of Stuart zonked out on the couch and how jealous I felt because I couldn't sleep. I couldn't even lie down because when I sat back up my innards came out to greet me. Anyway, back to the important bit. I called Megan and I realised for the first time my voice was all quiet and wimpy, I was however astounded that she recognised it (does it always sound like that?) and asked if I was ok. I explained we were very not well and I needed her to help me find a couple of Priesthood holders. Right then she says 'oh, I see Bryce at the playground.' I could see him from kitchen window too. Megan called out to him and explained the deal and then said Bryce would be over soon with Justice.

I woke Stuart up and told him. He might have been excited, I don't know. With his lips so white and dehydrated it makes it hard to recognise emotion, along with the wimpy voice.
A short while later Bryce and Justice arrive dressed in their Sunday best. They chatted a little and then we got down to business.

In the church I belong to (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints or Mormon church) we believe that the same power Jesus used to heal the sick is on Earth now. We call it the Priesthood. It's held by men who are interviewed and set apart to hold it. They also live their lives in a way that considered worthy to hold such a brilliant power. Just like you wouldn't give a 6 year old a drivers license. The Priesthood is very important and treated with respect.

So to get back to it, we were very sick. Stuart was thinking it was salmonella because of our symptoms and I can't argue with him. It was bad. Very bad. If it wasn't salmonella then it was probably something else, like the plague.

I sat down and with consicrated oil, set apart for the annointing and healing of the sick and afflicted I was annointed and then had the opportunity to have that annointing sealed with a blessing. Then it was Stuart's turn.

When they left, Stuart and I both lay down on the couch and slept, a complete and proper sleep for a few hours. We haven't been sick since then and we are feeling almost totally better - we're on our way to being totally better - like I said, toast!

It's experiences like this that strengthen my testimony in my religion and I just thought I should share it :)

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Baby Oswald.

His name isn't actually Oswald but that's what I'm going to call him.

Friday, September 19, 2008

The Beasties.

For Stuart's beastie class he has to kill bugs and pin them to a board. Our living room is a bug mortuary right now.

Surprisingly there's a lot more to it than just skewering pretty butterflies to a board. He has to open up their wings because when they die they pull their wings up, like when they're sitting on a leaf hiding. It takes some skill. I think the butterflies will look pretty in a shadowbox once he's done with them.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Edited: Tut tut, smells like a nephew!

This morning I was greeted with a text message in my email from Beki. The subject was 'Baby Ozzie'.

Inside there was a photo and no words.
Cute, huh?

I just got this email from my mum:



He was born at 10 min to 2 this afternoon and weighed 8lb 1 ounce. He is a wee cutie and his name is Ozzie. Beki is fine and glad it is all over. She hopes she will get to stay in for a couple of days, I hope so too, she could do with the break. No doubt she will be in touch with you soon and fill in all the gaps.
Love you Laura take care kiddo XXX.


Then I got this:
Ozzie and Granny

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Brain clouds.

1. Stuart is pretty sure he isn't going to persue dentistry anymore.
i) There's only 2 more semesters until he's done here. Then what?
ii) I'm scared.

2. I really feel like I need to go home for Christmas.
i) We don't have money for that and we really need to not spend money at all seeing as we don't know what road we're headed down after-school wise.

3. Since talking about the Dentistry thing a few days ago I've been having little panic attacks through the day where I feel like I just need make sure Stuart's ok. We don't have a way to communicate so that makes for very long, stressful days ie. Friday when he was on his field trip and got home at midnight.
i) With today's panic I found myself rearranging the furniture - we only moved in a week ago. I did however end up putting the curtains up and some pictures too.
ii) I also hoovered twice... if we had a crappy hoover that would make a tiny bit of sense - it's still sense even if it is tiny!
iii) I think my acid refluxy thing might be stress related and it makes sense- When I feel sick mentally I've been feeling like I'm physically going to be sick. Need to get that under control.

4. I keep myself under good control but sometimes I get a little burst of "holy crap! what's going to happen?!" I know that we'll be fine and that we're still young so nothing has to be set in stone. We can still have fun. Part of me wants him to get a job right out of school so we can settle down sooner and be able to afford a family - or just health insurance. The other part of me for some reason thinks that if he doesn't go on to more schooling we'll be poor forever and our kids will wear ugly clothes and starve...
i) I know that he doesn't need more schooling for us to be stable. Stabley poor is ok too. I might even be made for that. Stuart will take good care of me. I know that.

5. I haven't been sleeping well these last two nights and when I get up in the morning my neck hurts.

6. I need to kill all the negative, stupid thoughts I'm having. When big, life changing choices come up like this I sometimes mentally curl up in a ball and think horrible things ie. If Stuart wasn't married to me he wouldn't have so much stress.
i) If my back wasn't an idiot I could work and help bring home some bacon and then life would be peachier.
ii) I'm honestly completely done with this back pain and have been for a long time. It can leave whenever it wants. Shoo!

7. I'm renewing my goal to make the most of our time left here. No more pity-partying. I'm going to focus on being more positive or being more consistantly positive anyway. I'm happy to be here and I'll make the most of this time in our lives. We're lucky to have what we have and be where we are.

Tomorrow is a new day. Which reminds me:

Today is a new day.
I've been given this day to use as I will.
I can waste it, or I can use it to do good.
What I do today is important, because I am exchanging a day of my life for it.
When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever, leaving in it's place something I have traded for it.
I want it to be gain, not loss.
Good, not evil.
Success, not failure.
And there must be no regrets.


No regrets. That's what I'm going for.

The first whole week back.

This week has been really good. I'm very happy to be back in Rexburg and in our own place.
So far we've:
been to the zoo,
made some super sweet hair clips,
spent a day with a new friend making cards,
sat through the whole 3 hours of church (woo!),
been interviewed for a new calling,
renewed our temple recommends,
hoovered a billion times,
hung my curtains,
cooked a few delicious meals,
waxed my moustache,
experimented with a new signaling code with a neighbour,
started a private 72nd Ward message board,
sent a package to a special friend,
unpacked and decorated... the list goes on.

I am very happy and busy (Kara! Sarah!)

Stuart has had quite a good week from what I can tell. He had his first field trip of the semester on Friday. He was gone all day and home at midnight after a day of catching bugs for his beastie class - techincal name, of course.

Despite the good school week he is realising now that he isn't sure what he really wants to do. It doesn't seem like Dental School is the direction we'll be heading in anymore. Hmm. Oh well. We'll work something out, something cheaper and with less schooling probably. We're working on finding out what we're meant to be doing.

So, that's pretty much it. If anyone knows of a job Stuart can have this coming summer where we'll be able to make a decent amount of money (enough to save some and rent our own place) let us know. He's up for anything at the moment.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Three little girls.

Julie, Riley and Lola looking at the pigs.

I love photoshop.


Idaho Falls Zoo.

On Tuesday I went to the zoo with some friends and their children. I had no idea there was a zoo in IF and was pretty impressed with the animals they had. It's a little zoo but little is good...


It was a fun day and I'm really excited for more days like it over the next school year.
Yay for friends!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Dizzyland: Part four.

I know, I know. Overkill. I need to get these posted so I can post my zoo pictures from yesterday before I take any more pictures. You love it! That's an order!




Dizzyland: Part three

The main ride I'd been really excited for was the Tea Cups. We never got on them until the last day we were in the park - our early day. I was looking forward to taking photos on it but wasn't sure how that would quite work out...

I begin by looking a bit glaikit. That's my happy face though.

I look like a lunatic in the last picture. The insanity is multiplied by how uneven my suntan is...

Dizzyland: Part two.

This is Stuart on Finding Nemo. Cute, huh?
This is me as a mouse.
This is Danielle and I outside the Tiki Room where we consumed some delectible pineapple treats ie. pineapple ice-cream and such.
Here I am waiting to go on Pirates for the first time. I'm cute when I'm waiting.
Stuart had to run away from a rolling bolder. He lived to tell the tale.

The story behind this one is that when we got into Universal Studios I saw this amazing statue and really wanted to get my picture taken with it. Turns out it was actually Frankie and I was really scared. Stuart was so scared that he had to be pushed to get his picture taken with the green guy and even then he wouldn't stand next to him. Thanks hun.
Then I thought I saw Tom Hanks and those other blokes from Apollo 13 but it turned out that they weren't real.
Back to California Adventure. This is the Sun Wheel. Looks fun, right?
This is one of my favorite pictures. I don't think we really have any photos of Stuart and his little brother. If this is the only picture we have it's worth it.
They're not that bad!
The last day in Disneyland I finally found Minnie to get a picture taken with her. I wish I'd got more character pictures but that meant waiting in long que's and it is Bizzyland after all.
Then I went for a walk with the Quiet Man himself. He's taller than I imagined... his horse must have been HUGE!


PS. We did go on Soarin' Over California and LOVED it!

Monday, September 8, 2008

It's a GIRL!



Stuart bought me a new hoover (vacuum cleaner) when we got back to school because our old one died. I loved the little sucker and would hoover 1 or 2 times a day. He was well used and lived a very full life we decided to go ahead and invest in my eternal happiness by buying a Dyson, a little pink girly one. I love it. She's nice and quiet and keeps the new carpets very clean.
I love you, Dy.

The 'Up the Duff' List.

1. Rachel F

2. Rachel P

3. Jo'est

4. Susan

5. Kathryn

6. Maryann

7. Lacey

8. Bethany

9. Keri

10. Mandy

11. Kara

12. Tami

13. Shannon (are you still in tact?)

14. Beki

15. Beth

16. Jen

17. Sandra

18. Katrina

19. Angela

20. Stephanie

And that's just my blogroll! Who'd I miss?

Saturday, September 6, 2008

The van.

It took about 10 minutes to get off the plane, pick up our baggage and get to the car rental place. Getting the car took what felt like forever. and. ever.

Whilst waiting in the sweltering hot underground garage we witnessed an accident. There was a woman parked where she shouldn't have been (women drivers!) and a little Asian guy who needed to get his blue Chrysler PT cruiser out of the space but the women was parked behind him. I have no idea what he thought he was doing (male drivers!) but he backed out at a weird angle and then crashed. Yep. He crashed his rental car within 2 seconds of sitting it in.

Our van was horrible. We should have crashed it. I sat in the back most of the time and tended to end up in the middle. It was cosy back there AND my stinkin seatbelt was at the most awkward high angle...

If we had crashed it would have sliced my head off.