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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 fianc√©, 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. ūüôā

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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

I flew across the pond all by myself!

14 Apr

Beautiful Edinburgh.

Having just traveled to Scotland and back, ALONE, I can confidently say that I am still one of the worst travelers ever. Remember when I shared my travel anxiety with you all? I fear it is time to work on said anxiety and improve myself in preparation for years to come of traveling abroad. While some of you out there are saying, “Man, she is sooo lucky!” I say, “Maybe that guy from the Big Bang Theory will be smart enough to figure out teleportation before my next flight.”

Despite my lack of desire to become a better traveler, I think out of necessity, I am going to do my best and transform into the easy breezy beautiful jet-setter that I know I can be.

Let’s assess my most recent trip and using a random point system, determine my success.
We’ll call them Travel VIP Points and once I get to a certain amount I can start flying first class!! HA. NOT.
Let’s say:
10 points or below = Travel Newbie
10-20 points = Travel Ace
20-30 points = Travel Veteran
30-40 points = Travel Superstar

Incident One: Packed a small bag of *refreshers aka deodorant, make-up, and toothbrush, to avoid traveling ugly. The Scottish was quite pleased with my appearance upon arrival and therefore, success. +5 points
*made up word by author of this post

Incident Two: Threw a minor fit (to myself) over lack of a good seat. -2 points

Incident Three: While in the airplane I only went to the bathroom when the person next to me went to the bathroom. This took real concentration and mental calming as one of my biggest fears is not having access to a toilet at all times. +8 points

Incident Four: During the flight I asked the guy next to me for the current time on his watch thus engaging someone I don’t already know in conversation. +3 points

Incident Five: Denied further conversation after same guy attempted to ask questions about where I was flying to and where I was from by not returning the same questions. -6 points

Incident Six: Finding my way from one large terminal to another large terminal in Heathrow airport… twice! +10 points

Incident Seven: Prematurely using my Kate Spade passport cover that says “MRS” on it and confusing someone at security when she thought I was already married. Oops. I couldn’t help it, it’s so beautiful and it’s not like I need my passport to go to MN, I just had to use it!! Still, sigh. -5 points

Incident Eight: Moving to a different seat for a group of three that wanted to sit together. +4 points

Incident Nine: Through this move of generosity I secured an aisle seat. +3 points

Incident Ten: Inadvertently glaring at all those who dared to sneeze nearby whilst we were all stuck breathing the same air for over 8 hours. -6 points

SIDENOTE: I dislike hearing/seeing others sneeze. I find it alarming and quite frankly, gross. The worst offenders I know are Sister and The Scottish. Sister sneezes every time the sun comes up, which (for those of you who are still half-asleep) is DAILY! And the Scottish makes the weirdest noise I’ve ever heard that boarders somewhere between a sneeze and a cough, and I call them “cough-sneezes” of course. They come four at a time and in rapid succession and usually interrupt what I’m saying thus forcing me to wait and wonder, “is that a sneeze or a cough? I can’t tell! It’s a cough-sneeze!!” (For the record I personally enjoy sneezing. Yep, I’m terrible).

Alrighty, let me do the math… with a calculator… and we have a grand total of 14 Travel VIP points!!
Wow. At least I’m a Travel Ace (whatever that means). I see there is plenty of room for improvement. And I swear I didn’t plan this low score, I just put down the first number that came to head after I wrote each incident. Bizarre.

Quote: “Living on earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun every year.” Unknown

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!!

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

Kilt Woes from an American Bride

8 Mar

Formal Scottish Garb

Soooo, we had our first big budget-stressing WR fight tonight. About Kilts. One of us thinks it’s too expensive to get a custom kilt made and legally registered to the Scottish’s last name. The other person thinks it’s worth the money for a lifetime of family memories.

Can you guess who is on what side? My logical, realistic, super smart Scottish fianc√© believes we should NOT go the custom route because we simply cannot afford. He says it’s something we can do in three years time. My opinion is this, when is there ever an extra 1500 dollars lying around to spend on a specially made tartan and all the accoutrement that go with it (and trust me there’s a lot of things, including but not limited to a man purse and a knife type thing)? There is always something expensive to buy no matter the stage in life, ie. car, house, babies, living in Chicago, etc, so why not now? Why not have the beautiful memories captured on film of this one-of-kind kilt for generations and generations to come? This isn’t for us, this is for our kids who are going to grow up learning about America and Scotland, this is for our grandkids, this is for Scottish Mum and Dad, for his wee sister, for everyone! I can see my future and I can see my adorable children and I get tears in my eyes. I want them to know both cultures and I can’t think of a better way to start off our life together than with my FH wearing a kilt representing his Scottish last name. I can envision him buying one down the line and wearing his family clan’s kilt to someone else’s wedding for it’s first outing and it just breaks my heart.

I know it’s not in the budget right now. Heck, most things I want do not fit in the budget right now! But I am a romantic at heart. I am hopeless and family oriented and passionate and would be so proud to have his family name attached to his wedding garb.

You know I’m serious because I started taking stuff OUT of the budget. I offered to nix a videographer and also take money from my dress budget. It’s that important to me.

Sigh, I love my fianc√© and this will all get worked out and I have faith that the right kilt will be worn on our special day no matter what it looks like or what name it is associated with. So I’m going to go to bed now. Nothing more can be decided tonight.

PS I had a post started about how wonderful the Scottish is and how happy I am to be engaged! All still true, but life is funny sometimes. I guess that one will have to wait!
PPS Blogging = best wedding therapy yet!

Quote: “Frankly, I am not in the mood to find a quote about kilts.” Me

Princess Spice and her travel anxiety

24 Oct

Sometimes you just need to get away!  And sometimes you need to get away with your girlfriends.  This past Saturday I went to Michigan with a few of my girlfriends and we had a fabulous time. We were gone for a total of about 24 hours but hey, it was an awesome mini escape from our beloved Chi-town.  The weekend included three wineries, a picnic, the beach, boutique shopping, dinner, and a hot tub.  YES PLEASE.

And it was drama free which is awesome because with girls that’s not always the case. ¬†My group of girlfriends and I are all very different. ¬†We’re like the Spice Girls (ps I love the Spice Girls) because we each represent a different personality type and somehow we make it all work. ¬†I would definitely be considered the “Princess Spice” of the group for a few reasons. ¬†1) I cry at the end of almost every movie. 2) I like to pamper myself. 3) I whine…a lot. 4) And I’m slightly high-maintenance. ¬†Yes, I’m sticking with slightly.

And as “Princess Spice” I am a BIG fan of girl time get-a-ways. ¬†However, I am not quite as big a fan of traveling in general. In fact I usually make quite the annoying travel companion.
1. I get packing anxiety which leads to chronic over-packing.  I did well on this Michigan trip because it was only 24 hours, but anything over two nights and I just freak out. WHAT IF I NEED THAT ONE ITEM I LEFT AT HOME?
2. I always get the sudden urge to CLEAN before I leave the house on a vacation. ¬†My mom always told me it’s better to come home to a clean house than a dirty one, and boy oh boy did I take that to heart! ¬†Now, the dishes must be done, the trash taken out, the bed made, the floor swept, the remotes lined up, the couch pillows fluffed, and the list goes on. ¬†I should mention that because of my cleaning OCD my house is never even that messy, and so it’s understandable why the Scottish has started to get annoyed with this last-minute cleaning craziness. ¬†But that just means I now clean on the sly.
3. I tend to travel ugly. ¬†Yes, ugly. ¬†My lovely (bratty) sister was the first person to help me realize this years ago on one of our many family vacations camping out west, and now it’s become a thing in the family. ¬†When I travel, for some reason my make-up disintegrates, my hair gets matted, my face goes pale, my clothes get rumpled and I get just end looking like a hot mess minus the hot part. ¬†I WISH I were kidding.
4. ¬†I have the bladder of a mouse. ¬†I’m always needing the toilet and bathroom breaks are imperative to a happy me. ¬†My sister thinks you can’t stop if the trip is anything less than 4 hours. ¬†Impossible!
5. ¬†I’m a light sleeper and I wake up FREQUENTLY throughout the night which means I’m a pain in the ass to sleep with. ¬†I move, I shift, I roll, and I get up to pee. ¬†Trust me, it’s like sleeping with a three-year old.
6. I’m a morning person..thank you mother for that one. ¬†And morning people get a bad rap on group vacations. ¬†We are the ones who get up to our alarm clock the first time it goes off, and we’re the ones who enjoy happy chatting even if everyone else answers us in grunts. ¬†We also ask annoying questions that have no relevancy to the getting ready process, such as, “What was the name of the first winery we went to again?” and “What time should we eat dinner?”

Now I’m not all bad!! ¬†I do have a few good travel traits that I can be proud of… like I’m easily excited and excited people make trips more fun. ¬†Plus, I’m really good at initiating interesting (and sexy) conversation topics. ¬†And I’m sure I have other good travel qualities but those will have to wait because my next trip is coming up very soon. ¬†It’s called “Work” and it starts at 7:30 in the morning so I better get packin.

Quote: “Something that involves¬†travel, that is all I ever wanted to do. I want to be a professional ‘vacationist.'” ¬†Alison Armitrage

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