Sunday, May 31, 2009

The gift of ears:

So last Sunday at church we were sitting in the foyer in the comfy chairs during Sacrament meeting because of the old back injury. The meeting was running over by 15 minutes and the closing speaker - a return missionary lad - was closing up. He said this,

"I'd like to bear my testimony in the language of my mission..."

and he went on and finished up. I understood everything he said and was pretty stoked (did I use that right) that I had the gift of ears to know what he was saying in his mission language. On our way out I asked Stuart, 

"So, was that Spanish? Cantonese maybe? I totally understood his mission language. I bet you wish you were as righteous as me. Maybe I'll tell you what he said sometime."

and he was like,

"Laura, he served in New York."

"Oh."

Brain fluff.

It's been a whole stinkin' week since I posted. Why has no-one pointed that out to me? Let me tell you all about my week.

Monday: Memorial Day. Went to the arboratem with Stu's fam. It was super sunny. Stuart was incharge of the camera that day which means there's lots of pictures of the flowers and also of my bum.
That pic is from the Saturday before when we went to the same place - before I dyed my locks.

Tuesday: My first official photography gig. Graduation pics. Despite my terrible leg pain - yeah, the back pain is heading into my leg now - I did a grand job.

Wednesday: I had a chiropractic appointment. Did some tremendously painful stretching and tried to work out why my leg is hurting so much. I also never got the back brace. All those tears were for nothing.

Thurday: Was in pain all day due to chiropractic appointment before - that's why I did the senior pics on Tuesday. Chiro kills.

Friday: Did girl band themed photoshoot with Megan, Danielle and Kirsten. It equalled awesome. I turned them into mini-me's by back combing their hair and scruffing them up and by saying things like, "you should put on more eye shadow. Yes, more yellow eye shadow." and "more glitter. More. More. More..."

It was also cool see the natural girl band personalities come through. Like if they were actually in a band Megan would be the drummer, Kirsten would be the guitarist and Danielle would be the singer. Each of them rocked different instruments, it was perfect! And Kirsten is the punkiest kid I know. I loved that.

Saturday: Stuart didn't have to work. The day started well with Stuart making eggy breid aka French Toast. The middle part of the day was not so good. We argued. A lot. Then went to the mall where we didn't get on very well either. Came home and tried to be friends... Yesterday wasn't so good. We're ok now. Don't worry.

I think my favorite part of the week was when we were doing the girl band photoshoot. Danielle was all bummed and down because she didn't have anything to wear and didn't feel the part then when I was showing them the pictures she said how she liked that there are some really good ones even though she was doubting that there would be any the whole time. I love it when people are surprised and happy when they see good pictures of themselves. That does wonders to the old self esteem - theirs and mine. 

Along with my photography I've been working hard on The Gypsy Feet. It's going good - we have a lot of followers and have had some super special guests (Cjane, Blue Lily, The Rockstar Diaries, Team Boo, Doe Deere) but we're not getting many comments? I don't really get it. Any ideas? I'd like our followers to be more involved. I dig all the pictures we get sent and sort of expect the people who send them to be more involved in the site by leaving comments - do people just like seeing their feet on the site? I dunno. What to do, what to do? I try to post a little question at the end of each of my posts but no-one ever responds.. wow, that's depressing to type out loud.

That's the week in a nutshell. I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying the warmer weather and having lots of adventures.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Friday, May 22, 2009

There's nothing like it...

It's sort of a dream come true for me seeing the actual Space Needle.
I used to watch Frazer every Friday night.

Dear Diary,

Being on this bed restish regime has given me not much else to do but think. I'm not exactly where I thought I would be at this stage in my life. In a few ways I'm quite disappointed with myself and with where I am. I understand that I am here because of choices I made and not bad choices at that. I just want to record this whilst the thoughts are streaming through my brain. I'm not being woeful. I just want to be able to read this and remember it for when we have children some day.

The best choice I ever made was to get married to Stuee. The way things fell in to place is amazing to me. His life plan had changed and when he thought that his puzzle would never be complete without that one piece - a piece worth two years of personal growth; a piece that is taught makes or breaks a person - another piece came along. Me. He missed his chance to go on a mission for our church but he didn't miss the chance to get married in the temple. I realise now that my black and white way of looking at things isn't necessarily right. I still believe that we have two choices - right and wrong - when it comes to most life decisions. Sometimes it doesn't matter at all though. Sometimes you can have more than one good option to pick from... this is besides the point...

I want to remember how it feels to be newly wed and to not know what the future holds. I want to remember the excitement. I want to be able to help my children be excited about the unknown, the adventure. I'd like to be in the situation where Stuart and I, as parents can help our children financially. To give them the gift of freedom that we'd have liked. A honeymoon, a beautiful wedding. That first feeling of Independence without the pressure - the sleepless nights worrying about rent which I understand is part of growing up but who doesn't worry about that stuff naturally? I want our kids to be able to ask us for help without having to freak out about things first. I want them to be responsible enough to know what to do to take care of themselves and then to be able to ask for help and not be ashamed.

I'd like to be able to pay for all of our children's tuition. Married children need extra help. I want to have a private relationship with each of my children. To treat them all equally, like adults. I want to be able to smile at them when they need help, to be happy to help. Asking for help is hard. Why make it harder? 

I'd like to help them be able to always live in their own apartment when they're married. To pay for health insurance for them if they can't afford it. To be secure. If we can afford to make life easier for our kids financially we'll do it. If not we'll find other ways to help them. Pay for car insurance one month or rent or give them a gift card for groceries - pocket change. Take them out for dinner when we visit - take them and their friends out to dinner. Treat them.

When it comes down to it some things really aren't that important. If one of my children asks for financial help I never want to ask "what have you been spending all your money on?" and judge the situation like that. Having to ask for help should never feel humiliating or like a punishment for having bought the more expensive shampoo or for eating Kraft mac and cheese instead of Western Family. When a life guard saves someone from drowning in a pool do they ask them how they got in the situation to determine if they deserve being saved?

To do:
Raise children to understand the importance of hard work and team work.
Reward children equally.
Celebrate with them.
Always assure them if they need help we're there for them.
Help when asked. No strings attached.
Set up saving funds and/or education funds for children.
Teach children to respect one another through our words and deeds.
Teach children to share.
Lead by example.
Teach them that our home has rules and the same rules apply to everyone under the roof.

I remember helping my mum make Sunday dinner every week. Doing little jobs in the kitchen whilst she did the bigger parts. I was happy to help. I wanted to spend time with her - sort of like payment for all the times she spent with me when she could have been off doing something else. Repaying respect is more important than repaying money. I remember helping my dad dig a tree stump out of our front garden. I hated it - I don't think he enjoyed it much either but we were together, working hard, getting something done. He never asked for my help. Those are the things that are important. I want my children to be thoughtful instead of having ulterior motives. Spending time together is a gem you can keep forever. Kind words are little treasures that you can't buy or sell. They're priceless.

I'm glad I was raised the way I was. There's things I'll change when I have kids but being able to talk about those things with my parents is something I don't want to change. To have parents who have listened to me tell them what I'll change when I have kids, parents who have understood and agreed and haven't taken offense but shared suggestions of what they would have changed. I want to be like that. My parents let me make my own choices and never butted in, they encouraged me. 

"You can be anything you want to be if you put your mind to it and work hard."

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Italian Soda

Is it strange that one of my favourite things about America is Italian Soda? Do they even have these in Italy? Yum yum yum! People tell me things like, "this is a Scottish Scone." and I say, "no, it isn't." So is this really an italian soda?

Italian Soda's are such a treat. Getting them with friends is an even bigger treat. The fact they've become a tradition makes them even more wonderfully special. I love white chocolate italian soda or hazelnut best.

This makes me happy.

Monday, May 18, 2009

I'm mad at myself.

You're probably about as sick of hearing about my back problems as I am trying to pretend it's not as bad as it actually is but...

I'm mad at myself for being in so much pain. I hate that to me being in pain feels like I'm failing at something - at not being in pain probably. I'm annoyed that as much as I try to ignore it it doesn't go away. I wish I could forget about it as easily as other people. I hate saying "I can't do that but I really do want to." I hate explaining I can't because of pain and I hate how it sounds like an excuse, I hate excuses. I hate having to call Stuart into the room to help pick something off the floor for me or put something in the oven for me. I hate even talking about it - like giving it more attention that it deserves, like it feeds off of the attention like a disobedient child or something. I hate that making Sunday dinner is painful. 

The only thing that I find funny about it in a really sick way and that I can use to explain how bad it is is that my Chiropractor said, "When you first came in I was like, 'Whoa!' You're injury is the worst I've seen in my 15 years of practise." 

I'm back on the 'no bending, no lifting, no twisting' regime and I need to go in to my Chiropractor two more times this week and by the end of the week I'll be the owner of a back support belt. Whine whine whine. I know I'm being ugly!

I don't gripe too often, right? At least now I don't feel like I'm carrying as much stress tension in my back. 

I need a doughnut.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Bubbles, burgers and body butter...

I wasn't really sure today was going to be the best day when I first woke up - yesterday was great with our bubble blowing expedition in the afternoon. I got out of bed and Stuee was playing on the computer; making the most of not having to go to work. I went to the bathroom and on the way back in I stepped on a soggy snot rag. I thought it was an omen. I'm sort of superstitious. I think Scottish people are quite superstitious - atleast this one is. There's no superstition I know of that refers to standing on snot rags though so I couldn't really be sure about it all. It didn't feel nice though. After that I put the bed away, I hate putting the bed away but Stuart always makes it at night and I always put it away in the morning - last week I ended up with a skelf in my thumb toe because of the bed, now Stu stacks the cushions we're not using when it's a bed at the side so I can't stub my toe. I love him.
Yesterday I got sunburnt and so today I didn't push my luck by going out even though it was super sunny and pretty toasty. I love that. If it's like that on Monday though I'll spend some more time outside reading my book.

When we were in Rexburg I'd mostly read whilst taking a bath but now we don't have, instead I have a deck chair and sunshine. Fair trade I'd say.

Anyway, back to today. I wanted to go out for a breakfast date but Stuart was far too hungry to go somewhere so he had some pizza then when he was done he asked if I wanted to go out for lunch. Yes'm. 

First we went to cash his first whole pay cheque and then we went to Safeway to get some ice poles ("otter pops" in American). We got 200. Yum!

Then we went to Bob's Burger and Brew. I got a Buffalo Chicken salad - mmmmm yum! and Stuart got a burger and potato wedges - also mmmmm yum! Because he's just eaten two slices of pizza he didn't have much room for his delectable burger. I murdered half my salad. 
Then we went to Walmart and looked at Strawberry plants but didn't buy any. We also didn't buy any plant pots or soil like we kind of planned. I got a few things for a parcel I'm building for my sister. I love making packages. This one will be so cute! 

Stuart bought me a new portable hard drive because my other one has been corrupting my files and such. 

We came home and hung out aaall day. Ate some ice poles and left overs. And now we're going to watch Crocodile Dundee.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

I love winning the lotto...

I seriously win the lotto so regularly that I never email them back to claim it. Winning has gotten so boring. For real. Who needs all that money anyway? Sometimes I even win it multiple times a day... wait, you get those emails too?... and they're not real? No, I know it makes no sense that they are giving me british pounds when I live in America but, duh, that's like double the dollars and I am Scottish... they don't know I'm Scottish? Uuum... No, I never play the lottery... Ok, so it might be fake just because I never entered their lottery and won... What about all those male enhancement pill emails I get, I never signed up for them... Oh those, might be real, huh?

I love spam so much that I never hesitate marking my lotto winning emails as spam.

Spam spam spam!

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

My Favourite Thing #0001

Waking up holding hands with husband.

I love yesterday.

Stuart is much better at blowing bubbles than I am/ever will be.

Polaroids are one of my favourite things.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Why I'm scurred of horses.

After reading this I remembered this picture I'd been meaning to share. I'm really scared of horses. I remember being told, "Keep your fingers together and don't curl them up or the horse will bite them off." Thank you for that advise dad. It's scarred me for life. I will never, no never go near a horse to feed it. I'll also never walk behind one (because they can kick you and kill you) or infront of one because they can probably shoot laser beams from their big eyelashey eyes and kill you that way too.

Then I remembered this day. Megan, I hope this clears things up for you and my absolute freaking out of the whole idea of feeding those lovely looking horses.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

To all the otha mutha's...

Since it's Mothers Day and I'm scared I'm bugging my mum with all the love blogs I keep writing to her I'm now going to start talking about my sisters in a Mothers Day sort of way because - as I'm almost constantly reminded through my obvious lack of children and not-lack of husband - we can still be mothers without children. So even though you're not my mother doesn't mean you haven't had a mothering influence on me...

Aaaaand away we go!

Wendy: I've always recognised how nurturing and mothering you are. Last time we talked I told you about how I hated Cheese and Onion crisps and how one time when we lived in Brechin I was feeling poorly and you came in to give me a kiss and tuck me into bed. You had just eaten Cheese and Onion crisps and as your loving lips touched my sickly face the smell of your cheesy and oniony breath pelted me and I spewed everywhere. Yeah, it's a funny story but I appreciate that you love me and wanted to take care of me. I remember fondly lying on your bed on your blanket that felt like dinosaur skin and talking to you about the Big Bang and the Loch Ness monster and stuff. And all those weekends where you'd come get me and take me to stay with you for the weekend. I remember it all and appreciate it. Thanks for mothering me.

Emma: I appreciate what you did for me when I first went to Montrose Academy. I know I was a pain and that having your little sister tag along with you and your friends was really annoying. I don't know what I would have done at the time if you hadn't let me do that though. I'm sort of embarrassed by how much I clung to you then. Thanks for never being mean to me or abandoning me. Those were tough times. I'm also grateful for the times you took me to art school with you and shared that with me. Or for when you threw together a school uniform for me out of your own wardrobe because I slipped through the cracks or whatever. I appreciate all of it. Thanks.

Beki: When I think of mothers you're always the second person I think of - naturally our mum is who first pops into my head but you are the next greatest example to me. You've been through a lot and times were hard. I think we became better friends and sisters then though. It surprises me that things for us got better as we learned to depend more on each other back then. Cameron is amazing. I'm sure your other children are too but I don't know them like I know him. I haven't witnessed your magic motherly touch on them. Thanks for letting us be involved in Cameron's life and for sharing him with us. I've learned so much from you on how to be an amazing mother. 
I loved the little squabbles you and Cameron would get in back then. You two were like an old married couple, bff's. I want to have that kind of relationship with my kids when they aren't invisible, like they are now ;)

Happy (American) Mothers Day.

It seems like only last month I was writing my last Mothers Day post... uuum, it was. Having Mothers Day in Britain last month and then Mothers Day in America be this month makes me think in depth about my mum atleast twice - I love her but talk about homesickness!

I love you mum! Check here for my condensed list of things I love about you and check here for more funny stories I'm writing out for you. I have a special Mothers Day one in the works.

I need to go get ready for church though. I LOVE YOU!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Talking Schmidt...

We're Jon Schmidt fans here/piano fans/string instrument fans/coldplay fans not so much Taylor Swift fans but I do like that song and music video.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Sunset prints:

For those of you who were interested I've got my first print for sale in the Sugar Grenade store. Check it out. If you need more info my email address is on that page too.

If there's other pictures in the gallery you fancy let me know.

Allow me to toot my own horn : The picture looks super AMAZING on paper!

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Chiropractiserying...

Stuart did a couple hours of work shadowing my chiropractor yesterday - the day before that he had his first official chiropractor appointment for some shoulder problems he's been having. He's set on being a chiropractor. I'm pretty excited.

The schools we're really looking in to right now are Life West in Hayward, California and Life in Atlanta, Georgia. His references are on the British Lit tour right now - with his sisters so it's going to be a few weeks before his applications are in. Hopefully we'll still manage to be in for October. If not October it'll be January. October would be perfect though because his Jansport job will be done in August. That'd give us time to get packed up, find a place to live, move and get to know the area. I've been checking out apartments in the Hayward area online and I'm pretty much dying with excitement. I'm wondering if we'll want to leave after 4 years. In my mind we're already going to Life West.

We'll be applying to other schools like Western Chiropractics in Portland, Oregon but after some research on that school we're not really planning on going there anymore.

This morning Stuart confessed that he's tempted to blow all his Jansport earnings on traveling the country. It was pretty out of character for him to say that and I admit hearing him say that made me melt. 

When I find pictures of an apartment and get so excited about it he'll come over and join in. I love that we're both excited - even if he's pretending to be more excited for me. We're looking forward to the change and to being part of the real world. It's also made me realise how things fall in to place. Rent in California is abominable. Nothing like Rexburg, Idaho! We won't really be able to afford a one bedroom place but if we had kids... well, yeah. We'd really not be able to afford anything! We'll get by and I imagine I'll be able to establish myself as a photographer down there. I'm going to need an assistant though - my lack of drivers license and stuff.

Oh well. Well! So much to think about. 

Now I just need to get Stuart moving on those aps. so they're ready to send out as soon as his references get back.