Aug 31, 2010
Aug 24, 2010
Hi, I'm Mama Laws and I'm the keeper of this blog for the next 18 months (minus 1 week), Feel free to leave comments and I'll forward them to Sorella Laws. I know she would love to hear from you.
Aug 18, 2010
-Up at 4:30
-In the car with family by 5:05
-No wait at the Delta check-in
-Long line at security gate, that moved to fast at the end (who's idea was it to open a new line)
-Quick hugs and good-byes as the those without tickets were kicked out of line.
-Last sighting: Lauren smiling, waving, and blowing kisses as her and her red shoes headed for gate D7.
And so the adventure begins...
Rome, Italy Mission
August 2010-February 2012
Aug 17, 2010
First of all, I know you're going to miss my near daily updates with my thoughts on love, so here's something for that:
“True love requires action. We can speak of love all day long—we can write notes or poems that proclaim it, sing songs that praise it, and preach sermons that encourage it—but until we manifest that love in action, our words are nothing but “sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
Second of all, you might miss my optimism, so here's something for that:
“Challenges, difficulties, questions, doubts—these are part of our mortality. But we are not alone. As disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ, we have enormous spiritual reservoirs of light and truth available to us. Fear and faith cannot coexist in our hearts at the same time. In our days of difficulty, we choose the road of faith. Jesus said, “Be not afraid, only believe.” –Neal L. Andersen
I am excited for this next adventure, not just because I get a break from school and get to go to Italy, but because I get to teach and love a whole new set of people. And because I know I'll love them just as much as I love you.
And then I get to come back to all of you! Once again, I am the luckiest person in the world.
Please continue to read, as there will be weekly updates and they're bound to be more interesting than my normal stuff. And listen to the rad music on the side and think of me listening only to hymns.
All my loving,
Lauren M. Laws
Aug 15, 2010
"I don't want to get too into this, because I need to go to bed soon, but I don't understand why so many people hate cats!"
"That guy was a freakshow, but don't you go calling other people freakshows."
-Mother to Son in Ponyo
"Cheese is the best theme for a factory."
"where did you see that?"
"probably with you, on this couch."
-dad and mom
"I'm going to the beach tomorrow so I gotta go shave my body."
"He thinks it's a frog, but it's a leaf--That is a leaf and you are going to be sorely disappointed when you find out it's a leaf--IT'S A FROG!!???"
"do you have cardboard boxes?"
"no. where are all the things you're supposed to have at your house? don't you have extra cardboard boxes for making spaceships and stuff?"
"What!? Why do we not have a single cardboard box to our name? The recycling must have gotten picked up today--I hate everyone."
"You did not just hang up on me for a frog."
"the average person will spend 20,000 minutes kissing."
"that's almost 2 weeks."
"What's that Hugh Grant movie? Nine and a Half Months?"
"Um, 2 Weeks Notice."
"Don't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling."
-Eames Inception (2010)
Aug 14, 2010
If you want males to comment on a post, you write about video games.
If you want females to, you write about Gilmore Girls.
I also discovered the secret of life.
Making decisions, overcoming trials, and loving life and the people around us.
I'm listening to my family tell stories about when I was born.
I don't think my life, in general, has changed at all.
Aug 13, 2010
I have really smart and really brave people in my life and we're all just trying to figure things out, right? I mean, there are a few things that I am pretty sure there is a clear right-and-wrong, and I'm still going to have opinions about things, but when it comes down to it, we only ever know parts of other people's stories. Because we, unlike the Lord, cannot see the inner workings of the soul.
Living life is the hardest ever, no wonder no one makes it out alive.
an aside: Listening to the Inception soundtrack while reading a fairly epic email was a good choice. I recommend it.
another aside: i am dying a little bit. i don't know what to do with these last days. i need to do the last little bits of things, pick up my glasses, print off pictures of my family, gather addresses (if you're reading this and i don't have yours, i want it!), pack for reals, hug my mother, make phone calls, sleep, write a talk, breathe fresh oregon air before i get trapped in the mtc, mail a few things, etc. listen to No Surprises by Radiohead a few thousand more times, gather churchalicious music, obtain red shoe polish, etc.
Aug 10, 2010
With excitement, that is.
Yesterday we found me a messenger bag which was the last thing on the list of missionary-needs and all the sudden I felt this huge, I'm-SO-ready-to-go feeling. I just need to throw everything in a bag (or two) and go. I am ready for 18 months of who-knows-what Gospel sharing goodness.
I try not to get too excited about things and keep a level head. I know, you are probably laughing and thinking, have I ever seen her with a level head? But I try, now-and-again.
I am so happy. I love my life so immensely right now. I just laugh and laugh all the time. I laugh at my family. Because my little brother put "Helen Keller" for the Odd card in Apples to Apples and we all laughed and told him it's not appropriate and he said, "It is odd! How many people do you know who are deaf and blind?" And I laugh at my parents because mum makes up phrases like, "Eagle Seagull" (fun to say, but what we were really looking at was a vulture) and dad because he always has a perfectly time sarcastic, yet loving remark. And my aunt Sybil who can sew like a machine (especially with her sewing machine that plays a fanfare when you turn it on) while listening to ABBA and always has sour patch kids in the candy drawer (unlike our candy draw that has weird oats and chocolate chips, not quite the same level). And my dog is blind, which is sad, but also amuses me to no end. You bounce the tennis ball and she runs towards it, then has to nose around until she can actually find it and then pounces on it. And Heather, who is my favorite sister-in-law in the entire world who I always accidentally match with.
And I laugh at my friends because they make shrine-like facebook albums for me and engage in fantastic phone conversations that involve amazingly realistic animal impersonations and run around OMSI with me and stare open-mouthed at Michael Jackson laser light shows and are sometimes on the same exact wavelength as me like when we say "He's so beautiful!" at the same exact time.
We stayed in a beach house with 100 tiny mirrors on the wall and 40 dog pictures lining the staircase--the staircase which was too small and everyone would trip down. I could see the beach from the porch-like platform that was at the top of a rickety staircase (or you could climb out the window to get to it). And I didn't wear shoes and played soccer on the beach and ran until my lungs hurt. And it smelled like ocean and it looked so good when the sun started to set. Will and I took pictures of us jumping while jumping and the beach fills me with so much joy that it sort of makes me ache.
I was even a good sport and went to the aquarium even though the only kinds of fish I like are the ones that aren't really fish. And I even ate some fish when we ate at the Chowder Bowl. I am getting so brave!
In our Relief Society meeting in church I answered one of the questions in our fill-in-the-blank "quiz" and it was missionary and there was a cheer from the crowd, because everyone knows I'm going on a mission and it's sort of like being a celebrity because all these people I knew as I grew up will run up and tell me how excited they are for me and how proud they are. I haven't really thought about going on a mission as a huge deal but these sort of interactions cause a swell of excitement in me. And Sybil is making some secret food that she whispered to my mom about but I heard "but, in the colors of Italy." Everyone is so supportive I can hardly believe it.
I sort of feel like I belong in a Disney movie because I wake up and feel like singing (and sometimes do) and I think about how I absolutely love everything, from the grain of sand on my toe to my Chacos (which I started referring to as Chacitos, because apparently I need an affectionate term for my footwear) and I want to pounce on everyone and smother them in affection. I have to wrestle Caleb as much as I can before I go, because he is currently 6 pounds lighter than me and I'm pretty sure will be much bigger when I get back. At least I got to enjoy 11 years of not being the littlest.
Last night I was sitting in bed (with a pillow with rams on it and crocheted blanket) and I actually wept a little because I could not believe how lucky I am. I get to go on a mission, to Italy, and they recently changed the dresscode for missionaries so I don't have to wear nylons or grandma length skirts and that, in itself, is enough to jump for joy about.
My brain is pretty much gone though, I say the completely wrong words in the middle of sentences. "I told him I was speaking in Church on Friday." "Church is on Sunday." or "At frozen yogurt they have mini blizzards now!!...I mean, at Dairy Queen."
maybe I'm crazy, but guess what!
It's not a hill, it's a mountain
As you start out the climb
Do you believe me, or are you doubting
We're gonna make it all the way to the light
But I know I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight
Aug 8, 2010
The ad says, "from the guys who couldn't sit through another vampire movie."
And yet, you're expecting us to want to? We've already all taken time to make fun of Twilight and it's accompanying movies. I highly doubt, especially after seeing repeated trailers during the commercial breaks of my all night the Nanny marathons*, that there is anything this movie has to offer that we haven't already mocked in our own conversations or seen on youtube.
It's just too easy and therefore I'm not impressed.
Try doing a parody of A Walk to Remember, now that takes skill.
*I have a problem. I'm starting to think all I want out of my life is to be a nanny for a dapper theater producer with an English accent and tend to his three kids and get into shinanagins and wear really tight neon/zebra/multi-colored striped dresses and banter with the cynical butler. and ohmigosh why don't they get together already??! Television shows are CRUEL. They just string you along and drag things out (unless it's Glee, then everything happens in one episode and they never mention it again) until your emotions are a scramble and you start to feel like these characters are your friends and you will just die if they don't find true love and happiness. Because it's always right in front of them all along. And SO obvious. The sexual tension is near deadly. Except Jim/Pam season 2, that was such a good kind of awful. And don't get me started on Minute to Win it. I only started watching because I wanted to see Courtney in the audience, but then you get people on there that you shouldn't care about, but you do and no matter how dumb sounding the task is (i.e. bounce this ping pong ball into some household object with some complication) you are immediately sucked in because THEY ONLY HAVE 60 SECONDS and WILL THEY MAKE IT? You know what that means? I need to go on a mission and stop watching television. Having free time and cable is something that I don't come across much and I am starting to think it is better that way.
Aug 7, 2010
she came down when i was sort of half-asleep on the mattress on my floor and not cleaning and goes "this isn't sleeping music!" and starts dancing to whatever Muse song was playing.
me: Want to watch a girly movie!?
mom: Iron Man?
me: sure. or I recorded My Sister's Keeper
mom: oh! yes! and then we can paint our nails.
mom: i really need to redo mine. and facials! okay, that was a joke, but the nails comment wasn't.
me: microderm abrasion and...cucumbers!
mom: then we couldn't watch the movie--we'll just cut holes in them! so they can reduce puffy-ness on the outside of our eyes and we can still see the movie.
mom: so still want to watch the movie?
me: actually, i started thinking about what it's actually about and i don't think i want to watch it right now. depressing.
me: which one of these is best?
mom: all of them look great.
me: that doesn't help
mom: well, stop being so creative and coming up with so many good ideas.
mom: oh, i've seen that!
dad: where did you see it?
mom: probably with you. on this couch.
and she is fun to watch movies with because she laughs/cries/gasps at all the parts you're supposed to.
today i am going to declutter my life and pack it up while listening to Muse and U2.
and later i will indulge you all with some tales from "the week the laws family adopted djb, with pictures"
no one answers when i call!! i'm not dead yet.
maybe we don't have as much time together as we'd like.
to even be able to watch/make one movie with you.
to have spent one school year/one semester/one summer/one minute with you.
to spend just one afternoon on the beach.
to share one milkshake. one pot of curry. or several slices of pizza.
to wrap my arms around you and have it reciprocated.
to stay up too late watching a movie/talking/getting lost.
to perform at elementary school talent shows.
13/8/4 hour roadtrips together.
dancing in the streets/living rooms/cars.
to have you stop by, just because
and to sit and talk or stand and talk or lay and talk.
to nuzzle your shoulder (whether you liked it or not, because i'm not really sure if you did)
to receive one compliment, one significant glance, one conversation, one mutual understanding from you.
all the time in the world isn't enough and at the same time the smallest moment is enough.
aren't we really fantastically lucky to have nearly endless small and significant moments in our lives?
all we had to do is take half a second to look back and think about all the great times we've had and can have with people instead of dwelling on the one or two things that piss us off now and again.
and while it might be sad to spend some time missing
i feel so spoiled to even have the opportunity to miss anyone.
i am SO lucky.
i don't know what other word to use, because i definitely don't deserve the massive amounts of affection i receive on a regular basis.
and the world is beautiful just look around
and the world is beautiful just look at all your friends
-harry and the potters
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 3, 2010
don't take offense. don't take it personally.
i just have a habit of reading texts and then throwing my cell phone on the nearest piece of cushioned furniture.
in my opinion texting is for when you're too insecure to call people or when you just want to tell them one hilarious tidbit like, "just saw some kid slip on some ice, hilarious." or "thinking about you because of such-and-such thing" or for when you're on film sets/in dentist's offices and can't have real conversations. basically, there is a time and a place and i do indulge and enjoy the text messaging now and again. but there just aren't enjoy characters for what needs to be said usually. unless you have Verizon, i enjoy texting people with Verizon. in general, unless i'm engaged immediately, i'm just too lazy for the texting.
i really, really enjoy communication that involves vocal chords. face-to-face being the ideal, but actual calls being nice as well. then you can pace all around your house or lay in the grass while you're talking. and it's magic, really, that you can be miles and miles away and still hear each other's voice. and i'll only be able to communicate through the written word with people soon enough.
so call me already!
oh, but i do like postcard's.
and was pleased to receive two in the mail today.
<3 you j. mag and c. smitty!
and a kid ran into me.
with his body.
he was walking and i stopped and he ran into the back of my car with a huge thump.
and then he swore at me and yelled all kinds of things i couldn't really hear because the windows were up.
and i sort of thought he might try and beat us up.
but he didn't.
and i wanted to say, "you're the idiot that ran into a stopped car."
but i think he probably already knew that.
Aug 1, 2010
If anyone has questions about anything please email "Dear Lauren" at firstname.lastname@example.org. But only if you have problems in the next two weeks. And I will give you wisdom beyond my years.