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How do you get a man to sell his first car?

25 Apr

This is a very serious question to a very serious problem. My lovely fiancé, the Scottish, has a car back in Scotland, and myself, his parents, and everyone else on earth thinks he should sell it. While the Scottish says he will sell it, he is dragging his feet so badly that I’m starting to doubt if he ever will. I mean, he says things like, “But it’ll be paid off in a year,” and “It’s my first car!” What bothers me is that my Scottish is one of the smartest people I know, so he must realize how stupid it is to pay monthly car payments and insurance on a car that doesn’t get driven! He’s been doing this for over three years, since he bought it back in 2009, and since it doesn’t appear he’s going to be living in Scotland anytime soon (thank you 2 year visa extension), I’ve decided it’s high time he stop procrastinating and sell the damn thing. But I’m getting ahead of myself, let me tell you how it all began… BTW, this is a very sad “white people problems” story, so prepare yourself accordingly.

When my beloved first signed up to work for his current company he was fresh out of University and excited to be hired by the first job he applied for! He was asked if he would be willing to travel internationally, and the Scottish eagerly replied with a “Yes,” which is good because a “NO” is a sure way to NOT get hired by this company. So within his first few months working of for them the Scottish was sent to Australia and that’s where he fell in love with my greatest rival, the beautiful Melbourne. The Scottish LOVES Melbourne and would happily move back there in a hot second. Unfortunately for him, when we fell in love, the only place I agreed to travel internationally to was Scotland. Just kidding, I really want to visit Australia and we were thinking about it for the honeymoon, but it’s just too expensive so we’re looking into other options.

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Back to my story, the Scottish was supposed to be in Australia for a few months, but his stay was extended to almost a full year. Once he was back in his home country of Scotland he was considering buying a car, but kept putting it off in case he was sent somewhere else. Eventually, he caved and bought himself a used black Volkswagen Golf S with 1.9 TDI. (Whatever that means, NOTE: It’s obvious I’ve asked the Scottish for specific information which in turn means he knows about this post and isn’t upset by it. The Scottish supports my writing and doesn’t mind being the topic of humorous conversation! I feel the need to point that out because people occasionally ask me how he feels having his life out for everyone to read, which is a great question BTW!)

The Scottish was trying to put off buying a car because he was certain the minute he bought one he would be sent somewhere for work. And that’s exactly what happened! The Scottish purchased his car in February of 2009 and he was sent to America in February of 2009, which means he got to drive his car for roughly 2.5 weeks before he had to leave. At the time they told him he would be in Chicago for three weeks only. Well, three weeks turned into three months, which turned into a two year contract which turned into indefinitely after meeting and proposing to one sexy blonde.

See, what a sad story about a guy and his first car.

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The Scottish LOVES his car and does not want to part with it, and I totally understand why, but it’s hard for me to justify the monthly payments. Mom Scottish is nice enough to drive the car once in a while to make sure the engine still starts, and Dad Scottish appears to be taking care of all the mail and maintenance relating to the car, but still, IT JUST SITS THERE, in the driveway, doing NOTHING for most of the year! The only time the Scottish gets to drive his baby is when he is home for a few weeks at a time.

He thought about having it sent over to the US, but only briefly because the cost to ship a vehicle overseas is about the same as just buying a new used car. Plus, the steering wheel is the WRONG side for us in the states, and finally, future Mrs. Scottish (me) cannot drive a stick shift car, and surely that would pose a problem down the road. My Dad tried to teach me back in high school, but I just never got the hang of it.

In conclusion, I feel stuck. I need help convincing the man I love to sell the car he loves, and not just because we’re planning a wedding, or because he could use the money to pay off his little bit of student loan debt left in the UK, or because we are saving to buy a house someday. I’m most upset because I hate watching money be thrown down the toilet! I am not the best person with money (duh) but I always pay off my credit card each month because I hate paying extra for something I’ve already bought! At least when I get a pedicure I see the fruits of that money for weeks! We rarely see his car and I’ve already promised him that he can have final say over the next car we purchase together. Hopefully that isn’t soon because I’m sure he’s going to want something amazing (aka expensive). And I know I’ll be pretty sad when my little silver Hyundai croaks because I love her… after all she’s my first car. 🙂

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Quote: “A guy knows he’s in love when he loses interest in his car for a few days.” Tim Allen

It’s official, my Groom has something to wear!

11 Apr

BIG, VERY EXCITING NEWS… our tartan has been designed AND ordered.
(insert applause and sigh of relief here)

One of the main wedding-oriented tasks we wanted to accomplish on our trip to Scotland was the making of this tartan. After much encouragement from American family and friends, I was surprised when the Scottish’s friends were the ones who thought it was a little unnecessary and over-the-top. I guess it makes sense, their culture doesn’t buy into the crazy, big weddings that we do on this side of the pond and while they are all so excited to come to the wedding, they are just being practical and I totally understand that.

But since making a family tartan was deemed “top of the list important” to the Scottish and I, on the day after my arrival the Scottish and I sat down at a website that not only let us pick our colors but also arrange each color at different widths. We decided to follow a pattern we liked so that our tartan had a good chance of looking somewhat normal. Our colors were taken from the wedding theme and I’m thrilled with the result.

Once the kilt was designed, the Scottish went online to register it. We recently found out that we can’t use just the Scottish’s surname because your clan/family name would have to be registered by the the Court of the Lord Lyon in Edinburgh and that is usually reserved for historic family clans that already have tartans. And I totally get that, plus we can’t just make a kilt for every person with that last name, but we CAN make it specific to our branch of the Scottish’s last name. The woman at the Scottish Register of Tartans suggested we use both of our last names with a hyphen in between. So not only will my new last name be associated with the kilt but also my maiden name, pretty cool right?

We have to wait about a month and a half before it arrives but I can promise you there will be a follow-up post with more details.

For now, I am really excited and here’s why:
1) It’s the Scottish’s first kilt!! He’s never worn one before and I’m happy to announce that he’ll be wearing his personalized kilt for the first time on our wedding day.

2) We now have a family tartan!! For those of you who’ve read about my kilt woes then you understand how much I wanted this special element of his culture to be incorporated into the wedding. I picture us passing down the tartan from generation to generation, and it’s my way of embracing his country and it’s traditions (which isn’t always easy with us living in the US).

3) This is one more thing we can check off the wedding to-do list! Usually it’s the bride who orders her dress first because of the time it takes to get in and altered, but in our case, the Scottish got to join in the joys of formal-wear-ordering-fun.

Before I unveil the design, here are a few tartans we looked at for inspiration.

Rangers Tartan

Colhoun Tartan

Those are both lovely but it’s time for the big reveal and without further ado, HERE IS OUR NEW FAMILY TARTAN:

(insert last name here) Tartan

Unfortunately it’s a small photo and it’s nearly impossible to see all the different lines of color, but the majority of the tartan alternates between plum and a forest green. I’m sooo curious to see how the colors look in person!

Finally, I know it’s not good etiquette to talk about money and budget when pertaining to the wedding but I pride myself on the honesty of this blog and I like to express gratitude when it’s due. The Scottish and I are grateful to his parents for helping with the monetary expenses of buying a custom-designed kilt, and want them and everyone to know how special they are to us.

Quote: “KILT, n. A costume sometimes worn by Scotchmen in America and Americans in Scotland.” Ambrose Bierce

THE HUNGER GAMES in SCOTLAND

7 Apr

I’m on holiday, escaping away across the pond to see the Scottish and his family. I’ve been enjoying the company of my future-in-laws in this beautiful country (despite crappy weather). I have been taking the train into Glasgow with the Scottish to meet friends for dinner and drinks, I’ve gone shopping, and I have read all three Hunger Games books in succession. It’s a marathon, not a sprint!!

I will share updates on the kilt and other things when I’m back in Chicago but for now, all I can think about is Katniss and the others. I have been extra emotional and frightened this week due to reading the books AND seeing the first film of the series. I need the light on when I walk to the bathroom and I’m constantly hearing weird noises in the house, clearly they must be pods ready to detonate on me. Most people can separate books from reality but not me. Yet another side effect of my crazy brain.

(Note to self: go back to reading Amish love stories, they will not break you.)

Looking forward to my return but not rushing my week of relaxing! Until then friends!!! 🙂

Quote: “May the odds be ever in your favor.” The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins

Like, DUH!

30 Mar

These are the things I think about prior to leaving the country:

1. I’m really excited. I get to see my favorite person in a few days!
2. Will I find the energy to clean the bathrooms before I leave so I can come home to a clean house?
3. Cookies to eat on the flight? Check.
4. How the HECK are we going to locate a weaver and order a custom-made kilt in one week’s time? I don’t even know where to begin. Is this even possible?
5. I can’t wait to spend time with my future-in-laws.
6. I should really start packing.
7. But I hate packing.
8. Do I have enough candy for the long flight? Yes. Good.
9. What coat do I bring?
10. I can’t wait to use my new KATE SPADE passport holder I received as an engagement gift from my lovely friend. SH!$!!! Where is my actual passport? Oh really? I never tried to locate it once I knew I was going across the pond? Where is it? *GASP,* it’s at my condo of course! The last time I used it was last June and it’s still there but all of my stuff is here in the apartment (on the other side of the city) and my car is not with me! Stephanie, you are leaving the country. YOU NEED YOUR PASSPORT. THE SCOTTISH HAS BEEN TALKING ABOUT HIS VISA AND PASSPORT FOR OVER A WEEK, GET IT TOGETHER. GO TO YOUR CONDO AND GET YOUR PASSPORT.
11. I still hate packing, I guess I’ll write a blog post.
12. Who can I pay to pack for me?
13. I’ll just throw out everything in the fridge that could possibly go bad so I don’t have to come home to a nasty smell.

NOTE: I did retrieve my passport (thankyoubosslady) and I am all set and ready to go to Scotland tomorrow (minus the packing of course)! Hoping I can update from there otherwise pics will be posted after I get back!!

photo courtesy of http://www.bridefinds.com

Quote: “I was just totally clueless.” Cher Horowitz, Clueless

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