Saturday, October 16, 2010

Sunday, October 10, 2010

what do you say, Et-say?

I'm planning on listing some Christmas photo cards in my etsy this week and need some opinions. I think I'll list 5 or so designs. Tell me which ones you like the best. Some have different colour options and can have more pictures put on them.
Chevron Christmas
Christmas Carni
Snow Flakes
Candy canes
bunch of baubles
scallops
Wreathly Happy Christmas
Frosty
Merry and Bright
Baubles
Framed
squares
swirlsome
Star beams
What do you think?

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

San Francisco to Seattle

Here's the video from our trip up to Seattle a couple of weeks ago. I'm glad we won't be driving that again anytime soon.


San Fran to Seattle. 2010 from Laura Stronach on Vimeo.

I need to wear a tshirt over my swimsuit next time we play with the underwater Flip case. Eesh.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Food stuff.

We've done really good this week eating healthier. Mushrooms are becoming our meat substitute - we've had mushroom burgers twice this week and another time I sautéed a big portobello with some onion and tossed it in with our first spaghetti squash experience. Heaven!

Tonight we had Stuffed Mushroom burgers and sweet potato and yam fries. Here's the gist of how to make that -

2 portobello mushrooms
half a block of cream cheese
1 small onion, finely diced
garlic
buffalo/hot sauce
extra virgin olive oil

Put cheese in a bowl and allow to soften.
Pull stocks off mushrooms and finely dice.
Sauté with the onions
Put some oil in a baking dish to coat with some garlic.
Turn the mushrooms in the garlicy oil in the pan and set flat side up.
Mix sauteed mushroom stalk and onion with cream cheese, add a little garlic if you fancy it and a splash of hot sauce.
Put the cream cheese mixture onto the mushrooms, squish it down and put a splash of buffalo sauce on top.

Bake at 350'f for 45 minutes or until juices run clear from the mushrooms.
Serve between bread with lettuce, tomato, cucumber and a little mayo - then drop the open jar of mayonnaise on the floor for good measure like I did. It's versatile, you can change any of these things ingredients to suit yourself.

That's it.

Stuart just said to me, "I feel like I'm losing weight". I have to agree, just after a week of healthy eating and exercising I feel like I'm getting healthier. It feels nice!

I've been getting a good bit of freelance design work lately and was able to buy Wii Fit without feeling guilty about it. We had used Stuart's mum's wii fit two years ago so all our info was stored in it and updated when we used our one yesterday. I put on 10lbs in 2 years... that's not bad! I won't tell you how much Stuart put on though. He's been crying about it all weekend.

Week one of healthy eating is done with no troubles. Week two here we come!

Saturday, October 2, 2010

The story of Stuart & Laura

I think I've shared the how-we-met-story here before and if not the whole story there's most likely bits and pieces of it scattered around.

The story starts in September 2002. I was 17, almost 18. There was a lot going on in my life. I had just graduated high school. I was working for my dad running his ebay venture and trying to work out what to do and where I wanted to be for the rest of my existence. Beki, my little sister had just turned 15 and was about to become my best friend. She had also just found out she was 3 months pregnant with Cameron - the cause of our sudden best friendness.

Looking back I realise I was at the biggest fork in the road of my life I'd ever stand at. Anything could have happened. I could have ended up anywhere, doing anything. What happened in September 2002 is pretty much what made me who I am now and shaped my entire life from then on.

With all the confusion and craziness going on with my family's situation and trying to find myself  I somehow found myself emailing an American boy one rainy Saturday morning. I think I was really just looking for someone who didn't know anything about what was going on - someone who wouldn't ask what I was doing with my life or what my little sister was going to do with her life and the one in her womb. I didn't want to witness any more judging or condemning concerning that. It was also a pretty lonely time, with everyone's attention elsewhere.

I had found Stuart's hotmail profile and saw he was the same religion as me. I emailed him and asked if he knew where he was going on his mission and that was it. I didn't hear from him until a week later. His reply was short and seemed slightly rude. He answered my question and that was all; he didn't know where he was going. I didn't reply.

A few days later I received another email from him apologising. He thought I was one of a number of other Laura's he knew. He replied properly and hoped to hear from me again. And he did. Within a couple of months he started to phone me every Sunday and my schedule was arranged around chatting to him on msn as often as possible. We emailed every day and although we didn't seem to have that much in common we were still interested in each other. Compatibility at it's finest. Not having that much in common gave us a lot to talk about and still does although we're more similar to one another than we were then.

I started applying for my passport and saving up so I could visit him. I had scraped together enough money when a huge gas bill came in and needed paid. The bill was enormous and unexpected so there was no money set aside to pay for it. I handed over my plane ticket money to help pay it off. Stuart had been working hard for a company laying AstroTurf and saving up to go on his mission. He'd been working so much overtime he had a pretty healthy savings account which he assured me had plenty in it and he wanted to buy my ticket so I could still visit. I promised to repay him. It felt right.

I remember standing in the livingroom pitching the idea to my mum and dad because Stuart wouldn't buy the tickets if it wasn't ok with them.  I can still see exactly where we were all standing, the light coming in the window and the look on my dad's face. My dad was strongly opposed. My heart dropped and I thought that was the end of it, there's not much point in ever arguing with my dad and I understood where he was coming from - he was doing his part to protect me - but I was still sad. The next couple of years were rich with lessons for me of how much my dad loves me. With a firm, "no" from him and a sigh from me, I heard (and still can) my mum's sweet voice, "Weeell..." she said, drawn out in a way that you just know something good is coming, anyone who knows my mum will know how this is, your ears perk up and her smile appears after she's finished, "Weeeell... I was 19 when I first went to America. This is an opportunity she'll never have again. An adventure."

And just like that my dad's mind was changed. Tickets were purchased and sent to me in the post. In April 2003 Cameron was born, I was flying for the first time, leaving the UK for the first time, alone and responsible in a brand new way.


It all happened 8 years ago and my mum was right, it's been a once in a lifetime adventure.