I am back!

Its been more than a year (two maybe?) since I wrote a post. I am on here now and back for good!

Since I last wrote on here a lot of things happened. My boyfriend from when I was a student at Leeds Met (now Leeds Beckett), is now my husband. We married in October 2013. What we did not expect was the next year to be the hardest for both of us. His father passed away in December 2013 just weeks after we had our second wedding reception in England. Our plans for to apply for the Spouse Visa in early 2014 got Delayed until August. But I am now living in England hopefully for several years to come or at the very least, for the next 2 1/2 years. I’ve only been here a week but there is so much to do!

I need to get my banking changed around since it was done in my maiden name back when I was a student. I’m trying to work on my NI number, I have one but also having to change my name with that. I did an email forum but now I need to call them or visit them in person to verify who I am. Probably because we got married in the states so they don’t have proof of my marriage. I also need to work on my resume or my CV as they call it here and get that online and start looking at jobs (of course that can’t happen until my Ni No is fixed). And before the month is out I need to register with a GP so I can get back on medication that I had been taking over the counter back in the states due to being uninsured.

So while I’ve been away I was back in St. Louis, where I’m from and was working two different jobs mainly. I worked in a university bookstore for over a year as a cashier. I honestly hated the job, I liked most of the people I worked with and I got along with just about everyone but I was glad to leave. Retail is rather unfulfilling even if it’s in something like a bookstore. I also worked at a community college library, in fact it was right by the town of Ferguson (or was in Ferguson, that area is kind of a fine line by the highway) that has on the news worldwide due to coverage of the death of Michael Brown and the riots and protests that have happened since then. Its amazing what the media gets wrong about things and how much they keep the stereotypes going. While its sad and horrible what has happened in the area with the way the police have handle some things and the businesses that have been suffering if not destroyed. I just wish the media would focus on what is really important. But alas, you can’t change something like that overnight. Anyhow that’s really it right now. I haven’t gone out and done much due to a lack of funds and I’ve mostly just been trying to settle myself. But I shall be back soon with another entry!


Welcome Home?

So I’m home now. I got home safe. Though it doesn’t really feel like home anymore.

I have to say it has been so weird being back. I came home and the smell in the house was unfamiliar and not that pleasant. It was probably a mixture of stale cigarette smoke and the smell of animals. My room for the most part didn’t look that different. Just had a load of stuff my mom put in there but hadn’t gotten around to putting away. I filled two bags yesterday of stuff I want to get rid of. One was trash the other was clothes for donation. As soon as today is over with I’ll be working on the desk filled with my mom’s stuff so I have spot to put things. Do really wish I had cable in my room again. The converter box my parents had been disconnected since I wasn’t here and they got me something to watch basic cable with but the damn thing turned off on its own last night to save energy and I haven’t been able to get it on again. I got two litter boxes in my room now. I don’t think I need two in here but what can ya do?

My flight home was hell. I was stuck between two people. One was a nice English woman who I didn’t speak to much but was kind. The other was some American guy that didn’t say two words to me and kept writing stuff down and making charts and drawings and wouldn’t stop moving around! I couldn’t watch the inflight movie which I had a feeling would happen but I couldn’t really pull out my laptop to watch one of the two films I got. I did watch them when I got home but I read a book, did some word searches and listen to music most of the time on the flight.

As far as me crying I did okay until I got on the plane from Chicago to St. Louis. I was having an issue with getting to my seat. I thought I was looking at the right one but I’m beginning to wonder if I was one row off. Anyway I ended up being the last one seated and had a flight attendant get a bit snippy with my row since they were letting me in. I felt it was unnecessary. That set me off with missing Mike. Then I when I saw my mom I was set off again. Yesterday I did okay for the most part but that would be cause I kept myself busy. But today I have feeling it’s going to be hard. I’d much rather just stay home and hid under the covers but we’re going to my aunts. I almost want to drive myself so I can go home when I want to but it’s been over a year since I drove.

I’m finding that I don’t really know what to do with myself. Beyond cleaning my room there’s not much to do. I’ve watched a few films, cleaned parts of the house while my parents were at work. Looked at wedding stuff online and for the venue and did do a little job searching. I don’t really know where to start with the job searching, I’m looking at retail stuff but also library work but I don’t want to do too much searching before I go see my former boss that has offered to help look at my resume.

I supposed to hang out with a friend and one of my bridesmaids on Sunday. I don’t know what to do. It’s really hard to do anything when you have no money. I do about 25 dollars but that’s it. And I’d rather use it on something I need. Plus I got stuff I need to get and I wonder if I should wait for that.

Anyway I might do some cleaning before we go.

Oh yeah my cat Indy (who I swear not only lost weight but shrunk!) has been so happy to have me back. She looked shocked when I came home but has been staying with me most of the time. Twice I’ve woken up at 4am with her sleeping right on top of my bladder, which has also make my need to pee more needed. My jet lag is kind of eh. Tuesday I took a nap when I got home and then went to bed after like 10 but I was awake at 4am, got up to go to the bathroom and wasn’t able to go back to sleep. Last night I went to bed at 9:30 and then stayed in bed after I woke up. I don’t remember if I fell back to sleep but I was up at 7. I have been taking it easy.

Anyway this might be my last post on here. I need to get sorted and then I think about the other blog. Hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving.

Things are Looking Up!

So I was debating about whether or not to write a post today since I wanted to wait until I found out about the wedding venue but I think I’ll save that for my other blog.

So It’s Tuesday, Friday is when Grey was taken home. I was pretty miserable Friday and Saturday. We had a BBQ Saturday evening and right before that I moved all my stuff out of my student accommodation. I don’t really miss the place to be honest. But it got my mind off of Grey. I was pretty cranky at first cause I was feeling stressed about where to put my stuff, my lack of money to be able to send stuff home, missing Grey and needing to work on my dissertation. But a funny thing happened. One of my fiance’s friends knew something was up, I was upstairs sulking (I almost didn’t want to come down for the BBQ) and he came up and asked me what’s up. And this is one of those guys that’s kind of manly and macho and likes being a guy’s guy. And he just sat there and listened to me talk about what was bugging me. He listen to me about Grey, and I will never understand why but he’s afraid of cats, so even though he didn’t care that much about the cat story, he listened.

Mike I think the most shocked because I was generally fine after that (until I wanted to go to bed and relax but they were all still here enjoying the fire pit but I’ll just leave that to me being tired since I was up early) and the fact that who it was that got me out of my mood. If he had tried that it would have been worse. I do feel bad about that sometimes but I do sometimes need to sulk a bit before I start feeling better and I also need to be left alone when I sulk. Now Mike wants to fix everything so when doesn’t leave me to sulk long enough it tends to backfire.

But now that it’s Tuesday, I am doing better. Grey hasn’t come back like we predicted, though not to say he might not. Maybe he’s just happy to be home and maybe she’s actually letting him stay in the house longer. Missing him is a bit different to missing any of my other animals. I know he’s safe and it’s not like he passed away. Mike also said we now know I can love an animal as much as I loved Missy. So maybe in a few years I’ll get to have my own cat like that again.

So my dissertation is going better than I thought. I was getting kind of worried for a bit because I was taking longer than I had planned with my transcripts but yesterday I spent the day working on a few things and working out what I needed to have for a complete dissertation. I’m actually about halfway (if not more) through with it. The beginning will be very easy to write since it’s already partially written from when I did my proposal and the biggest part of it, my lit review is basically done though it still needs editing and bits added to it. I got my reference list done a while ago. My data analysis is going smoothly as well. So really the only parts I need to work on and will go smoothly as well since I know what I’m talking about is my reflections and conclusions. I do need to do a bit of work on the methodology but that’s just making it better based on what my supervisor told me. And I got all kinds of information to use for my presentation. So I’m pretty happy with the way things are going, I think my project planning was a bit unrealistic but at least I realize I’m not behind. Anyhow I should probably start working on it now. I want to see what I can get done in the next few weeks before I need to seriously edit stuff.

So things are looking up. Pretty soon I’ll be coming home and this blog will be done. But that doesn’t mean I’m  going to stop blogging. I got the wedding blog now. Maybe I’ll just be writing one about everyday life and living between the two countries. Who knows!

I’m still here!

It has been awhile since I posted anything. I can’t remember the last post to be honest. I think the one about my cat was maybe the last one lol Not sure. Anyway, semester two started last week. I have been so busy too. Before the second semester started I was trying to crank out two papers. One I was smart enough to do before the other because of the word count being larger and then finding out it was due sooner than the last. My weekend of relaxation before classes started again turned into me fighting a cold. I still got it but not nearly as bad as it was. I’m thinking I might get some nasal spray tomorrow so my nose can get re-moisturized and not be so irritated.  The elective class I choose early on in the last semester I realize is not for me so I’m in the middle of trying to change that. I would normally have tomorrow evening but tomorrow will be a free day so I’ll be doing laundry, homework and maybe cleaning but more than likely watching dvds or shows online.

I got a tv licence way back in September cause I knew I would want the basic cable but kept having complications. First it was getting the tv to me. I bought one off Mike that he bought off a friend…or maybe his friend bought off him in exchange for a different tv…anyway. Got the tv but I didn’t have a tv ariel for reception. So got a decent ariel and plug that in to find the tv didn’t have a built-in freeview box and was only getting the analog channels which had been turned off a month or so before I arrived so it was just lovely bits of nothingness. Mike’s parents happen to have a freeview box available but the problem was getting it to me. His dad’s old PS3 was given to me only for it to die the second day I used it so it was waiting to go back to his so they could sell it for parts. It was like 2 or 3 months before I got the freeview box. This whole time I’m paying for a tv licence and I can’t even view live tv online because the accommodation’s free internet player doesn’t seem to work right on my computer. So cut to last Sunday when I came back with all my stuff and the freeview box. Mike hooks it up and searches for channels…only to get nothing. The only thing we could think of is the reception is so bad in this place and I’m too low down in the building to get anything decent. So I was a bit miffed because of the money I spent on something I haven’t even been using. So I’ve cancelled it and I can get a refund, problem is my next monthly payment is due tomorrow and I didn’t cancel it in time to save myself money. I’ve been having money issues lately too because I’ve been waiting for over a week and a half for my money from the states to come to me so I can pay my rent that is already late by nearly a month (the staff here are ridiculously understanding and nice and the maintenance guy has fixed so much for me. I need to bake them cookies or something). Luckily I got a call today from the finance department at school, the money will be deposited in my account tomorrow so I can do what I need to this week and still cover some stuff that was getting tight on my wallet.

So it finally snowed here. Saturday it snowed sometime in the evening in Huddersfield and was gone by the next day when Mike and I finally dragged our butts out of bed. Leeds is a different matter though. They got more snow and I guess didn’t get the same amount of sun (I find it weird because they’re not far from each other, like a 20 minute train ride) plus the large buildings blocked the sun. Today I actually came back to Leeds because I was too tired to come back Monday since I was up half the night coughing my head off and nothing was stopping it until like after 5am and poor Mike had to work so he was in a worse position than me. Anyway I left this morning with Mike so I wouldn’t waste too much time getting back before classes in the evening. I was walking down a familiar path home and did see snow and bits of ice here and there but when it came to walking through the park that has a path cut throw it, it was covered in fresh ice and frozen snow. A lot of people decided to walk through the grass rather than the icy path and I did the same. I saw the sun was shining through part of the path and it looked like it wasn’t that bad. So near the sidewalk I decided to get on the path since it would have been easier than walking over a fence that came to my shins. Well I didn’t take two steps before all of a sudden my foot flies out from underneath me and I am flat on my butt with my feet sticking out. There were maybe 2 people across the street and no one else. I don’t know if they saw and I have mixed feelings about the lack of acknowledgment in my fall. I was glad I was saved by the embarrassment of falling in front of others, it tends to bring attention and I’m not a fan of it, negative or otherwise. But then no one asked me if I was okay either. Because I’m sure one of them saw me pick myself up off the ground and continue on the grass and take baby steps the rest of the way. I looked back at one point and saw a tiny Asian girl going up the path I came from and didn’t fall! She even walked on the path! I don’t even get what made me fall because I was being careful, I wonder if the weight of my oversized backpack helped in my fall. It probably did but still why did it have to be me? lol I feel like I’m whining and I am a little but doesn’t everyone feel that injustice when they fall and see others take a similar way and don’t? My butt didn’t hurt thankfully, in fact I think I was more shocked that I actually managed to fall because I generally catch myself before I lose my balance. I never though invisible ice would scare me more than knowing there was ice. Here’s to walking trepidly!

Lastly I want to talk about my family. I miss them and I find myself thinking about them a lot. And not just my parents and my brothers and their family. I miss my cousins, my aunts and uncles, and all my friends back home. I’ve made friends here and enjoy talking and hanging out with them. But I see my friends posting things on Facebook and doing stuff with their lives and I wish I was there to enjoy it too. I never watch the superbowl, in fact I find football kind of boring and just prefer the commercials they come out with. But I didn’t get to see snippets of it live or enjoy eating superbowl food like shrimp cocktails and nachos with cheese dip my mom makes or trying to make something for everyone, and hear my mom get into the game and explain something loudly. I think it’s the only time she ever watches football too. My parents will be moving to another place 3 hours away from my hometown. My dad is retiring and wants to do something he likes, it might be sometime this summer when they do it, it’s when my dad is first eligible for his benefits. It’s so odd to think it’s happening so soon because they talked about it before I left for England but thought my dad needed to work longer and turns out he’s been at his job longer than he realized. I’m happy for my dad to be getting the break he’s been working for, for a long time and for my mom to get away from our idiotic neighbor and not worry about what they’re gonna do with the house since it’s in need of repairs all over. But it’s the home I grew up in. And I have no idea if I’ll be able to visit before they move and see everything for the last time as my home. I want to eventually move back to St. Louis, it will be weird coming back and not being close to my mom again. It won’t be nearly as bad as it is right now but I don’t know what my situation will like then either. I might not be able to visit them a lot because of lack of time and/or money. Ideally I would like to go once a month but I guess I would have to budget for it. Anyway I’m starting to gab on and on. I should go and make my dinner and watch some tv to relax for the night. Hope all is well out there!


Update: Okay I’ve edited this like three times and it just occurred to me that I completely forgot to say how much I miss Kaldi’s coffee!!!! I got a marshmallow creme and root beer fix (not together) recently but I have been craving that coffee like crazy.

The Ballad of Indy River

There hasn’t been much going on lately here since New Years. Mike is back to his regular schedule with work and me being a lazy bum as usual. Alarm goes off at 6:30 and then goes off every 10 minutes until he gets up just after 7:30 to get dressed, brush his teeth, and walk out the door and I try to go back to sleep. Tends to be why I sleep so late cause I can’t just go to sleep right away unless I’m dead tired. So when I finally get up, I’ve been holing up in Mike’s room for the most part to do my daily procrastinating routine until I work on my paper and then reward myself with food and I know any work after is done for cause I generally stop working once I feed myself and want to watch tv and/or play the sims 3.

But I’m not gonna continue with that. Lately I’ve been really homesick. I’m missing some stuff I can only get in St. Louis and I don’t care how pathetic this makes me sound. I miss my cat like crazy. Every time I talk to my mom I hear that whiny meow of hers and just want to grab her up and give her a hug and then have her jump out of my arms cause she is very uncomfortable with being held and don’t even try to put her on her back, she freaks out and a scratch or two is received when she is on her mission to get back on solid ground. She more a lap cat and hates to be moved. That generally why she whines, cause someone is moving around while she’s on their lap or when she wants on and someone won’t let her. She is a peculiar cat. She loves to get under the covers, she has a ridiculous loud purr. She loves dogs once she gets to know them, if there is a visitor she wants to get in their lap and purr away. She loves to go outside and demands it many times a day even if she’s only out for 5 minutes. She so different from how we found her when I was about 12.

One year my family and I went camping for the 4th of July and we went to this campground I haven’t been to since I was a kid. I loved it there cause the owner of the campground or whoever ran the store that was right on the property had a momma cat and a litter of kittens. I remembered it when I went again all those years later. I think it was on my mind  because my birthday was near and I was really wanting another cat. I had one cat, Missy, my mom got her from a co-worker when I was six cause his cat had kittens and he was trying to get rid of them. Missy basically became my cat the day she came home whether she or anyone else knew it at the time. I loved her to death but I liked cats so I wanted more. When we had first gotten Missy we also had an older tabby cat Eddie who ended up passing away unexpectedly a few months after we got Missy, my mom ended up bring Missy’s sister home too who was named Molly (not my name choice though years later I realized the name fit with Missy who I named). But at the time 3 cats and a dog was a bit much so I had to choose between the cats, Missy or Molly. I liked Molly but I didn’t really get to bond with her. So I choose Missy since I had more of an attachment to her. So 6 years later I wanted another kitty. My mom wasn’t too keen on the idea, she was thinking of the money costs which I understand but to a kid like me, I just wanted a cat and I hoped for a playmate for Missy.

So back to the camping trip. It was near the end of the trip. In fact it was the 4th of July. I generally didn’t like camping because it always seemed to rain when we went and this year wasn’t that different. My younger cousin came with me and my parents the day before his family showed up so he was my bunk mate in the tent for the night. In the middle of the night he woke up me because lo and behold my tent had started leaking so we ended up sleeping in my mom’s car, I always preferred sleeping in the car to the tent because of my wonderful experiences with rain and camping. July 4th was a nice day though, nice and sunny and hot. We went to a connivence store nearby that day to get some snacks and supplies and to get some gas. As we went inside we saw this little tricolored cat. I thought she was pretty and I liked calico cats though she seemed rather afraid of me. She kind of ran away when we approached the building. My mom and I got what we wanted inside and we sat at a bench just outside waiting for my dad. The cat was still there, she seemed to approach when we didn’t move. I had a candy bar that I had opened so I lowered it to see if I could get her to come closer so I could pet her. My mom at this point decided to grab her so we could say hi to her and she managed it. We then discovered how skinny she was and that she was covered in ticks. Before we grabbed her my mom thought she belonged to the people at the gas station but we wondered she really did. So My mom had her in her arms and opened the door to ask if the cat was theirs. Apparently it was not. The people seem to imply that she was left there and abandon by a by-passer and she just hung out sometimes at the store. That ended up being enough for my mom to allow us to take her to the campsite and eventually bring her home.

When we brought her back to the campsite she was not too keen on the dogs and seeing all kinds of people. So funny how afraid she was of the golden retriever when a year later she would be curled up with him on the floor and kneading his fur while he whimpered a little but took it like a champ. After we got all the ticks off her she was covered in and fed her a little food, she ran off, we accidentally let her go to eat from a paper plate and had this little rope tied so loosely around her neck she got out of it. But after my cousin found her and let me know by saying “What’s black white and tan and called a cat?” We put her in my mom’s car (especially cause it was fireworks time and she would have been terrified) and I got in the car with her with a cold hot dog and a cup of milk (why I thought milk was a good idea considering she wasn’t a kitten I have no idea). She ate up the hot dog while I held it and lap at the milk a little and then started purring like mad and rubbing all over me and jumping up so she could rub my face with hers. I slept in the car that night with her and I gotta say there wasn’t that much sleeping going on at first cause she would not leave me alone! I’m glad I won her over but Jeez! I was so tired. I think I passed out from exhaustion and when I woke up that morning I turned my head to find she had curled up on my pillow next to me. It was the cutest thing to see and I immediately woke her up by petting her and her purring/rubbing all over me started once more. That was the start of our wonderful friendship. I will say I loved her despite my closer attachment to Missy but she put up with it. I decided to name her Independence River, since we found her on Independence Day at the river. And I shortened it for the vet by calling her Indy River though I just tend to call her Indy most of the time. Indy and Missy never did become friends, Missy was a crab and only put up with one of the dogs we had, the golden retriever. Though over the years they tolerated each other more (all dogs and cats). Indy at some point realized she was the bigger cat and would occasionally pick the fights but she never tried to take Missy’s place as the Alpha cat. I always thought she was disinterested in stuff and didn’t like people food the way Missy did. But after Missy passed away back in July I started to see bits of Indy that she kept hidden away. She became my morning cuddle buddy and when I had chicken or ice cream she was there to wait for a piece or try to steal one (though she prefers vanilla and not chocolate unlike Missy who loved all kinds). I really didn’t want to leave her when I moved to the UK. But I didn’t have much choice. I know she misses me too because she had no idea where I went and sulked for about a week after I left and barely left the upstairs where my room is. She’s now attached to my mom which my mom has found rather annoying cause she is such a needy cat. I was hoping to bring her over here eventually. But I have no idea if I’ll be staying here so can’t really make those kind of plans and I don’t want to put her through that kind of stress if it’s unnecessary. I really hadn’t intended to make this post only about my cat but I figured how I got her was an interesting enough story. Well back to my lazy Sunday.

Indy and me back home on the back porch
A better look at her face


EDIT: Man I didn’t check this for typos at all. I reread a few hours later and was like yeah this isn’t okay by my standards at all. So since I’ve edited it. I thought I’d put a picture of my cat Missy as well.

Missy, Queen of the household including me.

Guess Whose Not In School Today?


Though technically it’s the end of the school day since I would be done with class by now. I decided to stay home and do some work (sleep in). Next week will be the last week of school before Christmas Break. Then I’ll have three weeks off with many things to do which include Mike’s Birthday, baking, doing homework (Ugh!), Christmas and New Years, and get re-obsessed with the Sims 3. My package to the US made it. So hopefully some very lucky people will be getting their cards soon. I do find it funny with what my mom said when she saw my Christmas present to my dad, Lisa sent you something for Christmas but you aren’t gonna get until Christmas! His gift would probably be gone before then if he got it sooner. Though being an adult I don’t think he cares as much about getting a present early or maybe that’s just him. He is the kind of guy that will get you a gift last-minute but it’s generally a really nice gift and one that suits your personally. Plus I love it when he goes last-minute antique shopping and I get really cool stuff. Last year he got me some cat figurines and before that he gave me some antique jewelry boxes.

Anyway this year will be good. I get to bake cookies, I get to laze about and do nothing and I also get to make cinnamon rolls for Christmas! I can’t wait. This will be my first time making them because I think before we always used to do the Pillsbury ones that you get out of the canister after whacking it  against the counter edge (for some reason I always enjoyed doing stuff that required a bit of destruction and minor violence and that makes it sound really bad but it’s therapy in my opinion :P). The recipe I’m using is from someone off WordPress who was recently freshly pressed. I’ll need to find him again cause I know I’ll be putting it on my school blog and need to credit him properly. Anyhow can’t think of much else to write cause I need to finish getting ready to head to Mike’s for the weekend. Hope everyone isn’t have any bad weather like here. Scotland and North England have got crazy wind that’s like going 130 mph, got a bit here too but not nearly as bad. Ta ta!