My Apartment

I am sure a lot (okay maybe not A LOT) of you want to see what my "English" home looks like.  I have already posted picture of the bedroom and bathroom (look in the archives if you're interested) but here are the pictures of the sitting room and kitchen.  Chris and I cleaned all morning so I took advantage of that, to get some pictures in the few moments it was actually VERY tidy.

The Sitting Room              Once again... the Sitting Room      Above our couch - wedding vows.

Our itty bitty couch, that is quite           That thing in the middle?         The piano and violin and
difficult to get off of.                            our heater.  OLD.                     guitar (out of picture).

The shelf - and the nice sign my mom    The messiest spot in the     Bookcase - and general mess
made for us.                                       apartment -- the desk          colection point.
                                                           and yes, that is Sophie
                                                           as my screen saver.

Kitchen fidge (itty bitty) -           One menu system - magnets.           The sink - where we have to do
Please ignore the colors!                                                                  all the dishes by hand - I HATE it!

Recipe holder/other menu system --   The cooker and no,          Cookbooks.
and the sign that says, "My idea         the mop is not
of housework is sweeping the            usually there.
room with a glance."
AMEN!
 
When people come to our home they always comment on how "American" the place looks -- I take that as a compliment thank you.
Hope you enjoyed...

Tiny Moments ... Day 16

The view (looking down) from the top of our stairs in our apartment.  We live on the 3rd floor and sometimes that climb up those stairs (especially with groceries) is very L-O-N-G.

I'm back, are you??

Hello my dear blog friends...

I am back.  I have access to the internet here in the wilds of England ;) and can now become part of the blogging world again and keep everyone up on my life.

Chris and I now live in our own "flat".  We are getting used to it and trying to get used to being on our own. 

Hopefully I will be able to keep up on this more often now!!!  Keep visiting -- things will keep changing....

What is that Burning Smell....

With so many changes in my life - it is no wonder I cant sleep very well at nights.  I've tried everything and to no avail - every night I lay there in bed - thinking, which as many people know - is like a slow kind of self-torture (at least for me, and most of the other girls I know).

Last night I read until I thought I couldnt keep my eyes open any longer -- 11:30 PM.  I shut the book and turned off the lights and that was my mind's cue to wake-up.  So I lay there for and hour an a half at least, trying to will myself to fall asleep and all of the sudden I start to smell smoke.

At first I just figure it is someone smoking outside, and try to ignore it - after you've had someone try to break into your apartment you try to ignore most noises - or you'd go MAD!  So after 10 minutes of smoke smell I get up.  I look at the clock 1:00 AM - Great I have to get up for work in 5 1/2 hours... I walk into the front room smelling around... still the smell, but no flames...  I look out the window for signs of fire or smoke.... nothing.  It seemed almost like the smell was following me...

So then - wide awake by now - I decide, there has to be a fire somewhere so the logical thing would be to get the collars on the cats so if I have to run out of my apartment and they run away too - at least they'll be identified.  I chase the cats around and force them to wear the bells around their neck. 

My next thought is, I have to change what I am wearing - if there is a fire - I dont want to run outside in my worst PJ's.  So I change clothes into something "presentable" and then I lay in my bed waiting for the smoke.  I start to think about what things in my apartment I would save -- how I would be able to pull Lola (the anti-social cat) from under the bed so she didnt get burned to death.  Then I started to think about maybe I should store my photo's at my parents house and then I thought, that isnt what they are for - then I'd never be able to just pull them out.

And then I realize.... The smoke MUST be coming from my brain -- I am overworking my poor mind so much that it actually started on fire....

And then I rolled over and tried not to think so much -- for another hour or so.... woken up through-out the night by the bells on the cats collars -- I cant take them off.... Just in case...