The Honeymoon.

kaxwellI have been absent on the blog for a little bit. Don’t worry I have a good reason! I have been traveling with my husband for our honeymoon! It all started with the #Kaxwell wedding in Houston, Texas. It was a glorious event, with a beautiful bride. Max, my littler brother, and I have always grown up doing things together… at the same time. We always got the same birthday gifts, Christmas presents, we were even in some of the same math classes. We served missions together, we got engaged within a week of each other, and married within months… So obviously we took a dual honeymoon… Just kidding, I couldn’t bring myself to share my honeymoon with my brother! #Clott went on one cruise, and #Kaxwell took the other. They drove us down to Galveston, Texas were Mr. Bird and I boarded the Magic Carnival. This was Mr. Birds first time out of the country, and first time for both of us on a cruise. We found our room and discovered we would be living in a room with no windows, a mini bathroom, and a television that only played The Proposal and Monsters University. We decided to explore the ship. We were excited to spend an entire week together and get to experience new cultures and places. The boat had a water park, hot tubs, mini golf, pools full of sea water, and bars. One of our favorite things was the diversity of those working on the cruise ship. Mr. Bird was excited to use some of his Thai and speak with our stewardess. We started calling her “Patty-Cakes,” she loved it. Every time we would leave our room, she would accept and remake our bed and make a new towel animal. Sometimes we would just leave so she could do this…

DSCF1966DSCF2001The first few days at sea were difficult for us to grab a hold of. Because we don’t drink, gamble, or buy excessive amounts of diamonds, there was not much for us to do. We went a littler stir crazy on the ship. We both finished our books, and were looking forward to our shore excursions. Our first one was in Honduras, we were able to drive around the island and see how poverty-stricken it was. It was humbling to see the living conditions on the people on the island. For this excursion we went zip-lining through the jungle. It was impressive, the views were beautiful and definitely worth the trip. After we finished, we got to see some monkeys. I said yolo and let one get on my shoulder… That was a huge step for this animal hater. The boy holding the monkey, kept calling me lady, and would say “lady, don’t grab the monkey.” I can promise you, I was not trying to grab the monkey. After we went to the beach, where I ran into my MTC companion Motra Read! It’s a small world….

DSCF2042Our second excursion was to Belize. It was beautiful. We took a 30 minute boat ride out to a private island where we were able to snorkel. Snorkeling is not easy, well it wasn’t for me. I had the hardest time trying to breathe and make the whole thing work. Once I started to figure it out, it was fun. We saw a sting ray, needle fish, and tons of tropical fish. After we hung out on the island and made good friends with one of the guides. Hopefully he will be posting on The People I Find soon 🙂 Oh and YES, I got my hair braided!

 

DSCF2091The third excursion was in Mexico. This was interesting… Turns out the island we were on was the island of fertility. Not the thing you want to hear on your honeymoon. We enjoyed seeing the Mayan Ruins and learning the history. After we went on a drive and stopped next to some rather large coral formations and fell in love with the waves crashing in. That moment, Scott and I were in heaven. As we both stood in the sand and let the waves crash against us, we forgot the world and were able to just enjoy the moment.

DSCF2128After the excursions we were held captive once again by the ship. As the trip came to a close, I started to get very sick. I had taken off the motion sickness patch that was hidden behind my ear. I don’t recommend them to anyone. I was hopping I would feel better once we got off the boat, but that was wishful thinking. Flying while unable to keep anything in your stomach, it literally the most miserable thing. Mr. Bird was so kind to take care of me. It was a long day and we finally made it back to Boise. We decided no more flying or cruising for a while. We enjoyed our honeymoon, but decided a 7 cruise was too long. We would have enjoyed more excursions, but felt like hostages on the boat. The one thing I realized was, I married the right guy for me. After spending the entire week together, all I wanted to do when I got home was spend more time with him #winning.

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Succor for Camping

wifelife greenWhen you get married you promise to love someone and support them. When I married Mr. Bird I promised him I would try out things he liked to do, and in return he would try out things I like to do. Well a few weeks ago, I fulfilled my promise.  As many of you know, I retired from hiking after my 50 mile hike through the White Cloud Mountains. It was a traumatic experience that left me rolling down a the mountain side, stuck and couldn’t get up because my pack was so heavy, and I was covered in scrapes and scratches from head to toe. In my mind, I fell gracefully… Everyone else, especially my brother who was filming it, suggested I was flailing helplessly like a turtle stuck on it’s back. After those “glory days” my fascination with the outdoors began to diminish. I pictured my future taking weekend vacations at spa’s, cabins, or even a full on hotel. There have been very few times I have pictured myself camping… However, when I said yes to Mr. Bird on our wedding day, I said yes to camping. It was about three weeks ago, when he approached me about camping. He said it would be fun, and he said there would be a bathroom. Only one of those things were true… As we drove to the Succor Creek camping ground in Oregon, it rained. It wasn’t the kind of rain that reassured you it will be gone in just a few minutes, but the kind that is obnoxiously obedient in following Mother Natures directions to “pour.” I was determined though to come out on top of camping just like Phyllis did, a housewife gone troop leader in Troop Beverly Hills (great film).  When we got to the campground we were stunned, it was full! It was like some R.V family reunion or redneck convention,  I am sure. I don’t know why so many people decided “Hey let’s go camping, it will be fun in the rain!” So we decided to continue searching for a place… We found one about 2 miles down the road. It was pretty, and green! I would say almost as green as Ireland, but I’ve never been. We pulled over and started to set up camp. One of the two promises Mr. Bird gave me was that there would be a bathroom. Well, that promise was broken… I became a wilderness survivor doing my “business” in the woods. It wasn’t the end of the world though. We set up my tent that I had received as a gift about 4 years ago and had never used. BUCKET LIST! Mr. Bird was a wonderful husband and began to dig a small trench around the tent so that water wouldn’t seep under the tent. The rain cleared up for a while and so we played some Spikeball, roasted smore’s, and then hit up our friends wifelife mountaincar tent and played phase ten with dice. It turned out to be a pleasant night! Mr. Bird and I retired to our tent, and that is when things took a turn for the worse (total Oregon Trail reference). It was freezing, I was in my down sleeping bag with a quilt and a husband and I was still cold. It was a long night on the cold hard ground, but it made me grateful for the bed I do have! The next morning we made breakfast burritos and then decided it was time to explore. Even though it included some mild hiking, it was fun. We were in such a beautiful place that it would have been a sin to not explore. We climbed to the top of the mountain side next to camp (okay, most people would say hill, but it’s my story). The view was breathtaking, and worth the little energy I exerted that reminded me how out of shape I am. After messing around for a while, we made it back to camp and headed back into civilization. I was exhausted, but I had fun. It was fun to see my husband in his element, to know with a surety we would survive the zombie apocalypse with his mad skills. Would I go camping again? Yes I would, I only had a few demands after that trip and they were a better sleeping pad and good weather. The sleeping pad has been purchased and we are planning to go next when it isn’t raining 🙂 Marriage has taught me to try new things and to step out of my comfort zone. It is important to share interests and with a positive attitude, I may have used some sarcasm in this post, but I did enjoy camping…and will enjoy it more when it’s warm.

 

(C)LVB-2014

Valentine’s Day…No Love? It’s Okay, You Still Have a Love Language!

Psycho ValentineIt’s Valentine’s Day. We all know what that means. There are those who post the picture of the Valentine’s flowers and chocolates they received from their spouse/gf/bf and there are those who post the uncomfortable “I’m single… my life is so hard” Facebook status. To the first I say I am glad you are enjoying your relationships, and making them work. To those who are celebrating S.A.D than I say, even with a fiance Valentine’s Day isn’t my favorite. To me it is a commercialized holiday that makes money, I can show my love any day of the year. I actually feel more love for people on Halloween or Fourth of July, who knows why (rhetorical question)? I am in LOVE and I am happy, but that is every day of my life (now that I finally found the right person). For Valentine’s Day I enjoy a creepy card or a good movie. This card to the left had me laughing for a good few minutes… Please send me your favorites!

In the beginning of #Clott we talked about our “Love Languages” and how we like we knew someone loved us. This was the first time I had ever talked about it with someone. At first I thought mine were definitely Words of AffirmationWho doesn’t like to be constantly reaffirmed through words that they are loved and cared for!  I would recommend this quiz for anyone, married, single, or in the awkward “kind of dating” stage. Do it for a fun date or take yourself on a hot date and take this quiz in front of How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days with your Nutella, Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough Ice Cream, and you animal print leggings.

I took the test and it went fast, only 30 questions. The results were surprising and not what I had anticipated for my Love Languages. My highest scored language was actually Physical Touch. Now this doesn’t mean that I am over touchy, it just means that it gives me a sense of security. When someone I love gives me a hug or pats me on the back it makes me feel secure in my relationship. I have realized this is with a dating relationship and not necessarily a brother/sister/friend scenario. In those relationships it is different, I enjoy Quality Time and Acts of Service. I think it is possible to have different love languages with different types of relationships. My second highest score was Acts of Service. This one made perfect sense. I love when I see kindness! When I see an act of kindness my heart grows bigger, it is similar to what the Grinch went through on Christmas. It just makes me feel like a better person. In this scenario, I can tell you that when I see Mr. Bird do an Act of Service, I fall even more in love with him. I don’t know if that is how the love language is supposed to work, but whatever, that is how I am going to interpret it.

So on this Valentine’s Day, be bitter or be happy…whatever, it’s cool with me. But take some time and learn about what your love language is. When you learn how to better communicate the things you need to be happy, the healthier your relationship will be. Communication includes both the verbal and non-verbal things you do for the person you have a crush on, remember that, it is important… I wish all of my friends and family a happy V-DAY! I am hoping #clott does something romantic, like sneak into a graveyard…. #perfectdate

5 Love Languages Infograph

Who Done It?

clott murderI enjoy the month of October because it is a month that allows you to pretend. It allows us to mask our faces behind those Duck Dynasty Beards, the now infamous skanky ghost costume, or the classic “witch” costume. Scott and I (#clott) attended our first MURDER MYSTERY DINNER. It was a night to remember. We were given an invitation with our characters names and back stories. I was to be “Dee,” a girl who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Her dad a drunk, and her brother imprisoned, she was determined to make something of herself…or so she thought! Scott was “Joe,” the agent/director of a famous musician Rock N’ Roley who had gone missing right before our class reunion. We dressed up as we were told, and we entered the house and the games began. The house was decorated as if it was a fifties diner, with the record player on (no, literally they had one playing). With root-beers in hand we both got into character and started to piece together this mystery. The first round was played followed by hors d’oeuvres, and then a course following each round. The night was filled with delicious food, good company, and a murderer.  With each round we had information given to us that began to shape the game. By the third round I had found out that I was an undercover FBI agent who was back for the reunion to take care of someone, other than Rock N’ Roley. My cover was that I was a first year law student in Washington D.C. Scott was a gambler, and a bitter man who envied the rock star and had wished him dead. In the final round we handed our books to the player on our left and the truth was revealed. It was CAL! He was the murderer. He was the geek from high school that had grown into a well known genius. I learned my lesson, never underestimate the nerd 🙂  I had no idea that dinner could be so much fun!

Bear Meets Bird

Clare Vaterlaus and Scott Bird Many of you have been exposed to my obsessive posting of #CLOTT (= Clare + Scott) the new relationship that has consumed my time. I am not shy to say that I am not good at the relationship thing, it has always been something scary. I had been under the impression that a boy would just ask me to be his wife and my dad would give him something in return. As I received my diploma with no ring on that finger, I thought to myself, a spinster I would be (lets be honest, I would just spend all of my time on Pinterest). As I began my summer working for EFY I thought perhaps that would be my last hope to find someone that would save me from a life of hipster cat pictures (because I don’t like real ones). As the summer ended I still found myself totally and completely single. My initial thoughts of moving to Boise were not positive ones. In my mind it was the Island of Misfit Toys, and I was the broken jack-in-the-box from Elf. I accepted this and made the move to Boise to start my life as a Social Media Consultant. I decided to do something I would usually not do with out much influence, I attended an Institute class. The class did not have my usual type the big 6’6, 260lbs boys so once again, I thought there was no hope. It was August 27th when I said hello to Scott Bird. We talked for a few minutes, and then I told him I had to go for some dumb reason (in reality it was to watch the Mindy Project). It was when I got home that I started to think about Scott, and couldn’t wait to see him again. As some of you know, I had predicted that I would meet someone to date on September 3, and I had faith in it. That next Tuesday (YES SEPT.3) that Mr. Bird asked me for my number. Since that first weekend we went splunking we have spent every evening together getting to know one another. We have been to graveyards, hidden cities, four wheeling, glow in the dark golfing, bike riding, and he even watches shows with me. It’s crazy what can happen when you let God guide your life, rather then control it yourself. Good things always come when we follow the promptings from the Lord, which for me was moving back to Boise. I have also found that when you focus just on dating and don’t worry about the future at first it is a lot less stressful to date. Just focus on getting to know each other and have fun, a relationship is meant to be built and not assembled. Mr. Bird is a stallion, and he makes my heart tweet…Get the pun?