Movement

I have always been facinated by anything that has to do with time and the seasons…with how the moon effects the tides and how it can feel like just a few days make such a difference in how much light there is at 7:30am.

I went back into my archives and found that on almost the exact same day I had a similar feeling…check out Feb 28, 2007.

 It’s amazing how light can effect you.  And lack of light too.

Have you ever just had something happen at the wrong time?  Or done something at the wrong moment?  I certainly have and have experienced others doing so as well.  For instance yesterday…

I was watching the theatre production at my school.  They did an amazing job, by the way.  And it was entertaining.  And while at times it’s a comedy, there are also moments when it gets very serious.  This was one of those times…I was totally in thrawl as the music peaked and all of a sudden, in that slight pause, a gentleman behind me burped.  It was a serious scene but all the teacher around me couldn’t help but laugh.  We were cracking up like we were twelve.  I felt badly for the person who burped and badly for the kids…who luckily didn’t notice.  Yeah, bad timing there all around.

But it wasn’t as bad as the guys in this newstory!  Those burglers just didn’t plan too well.  I certainly wouldn’t mess with a biker gang and their pub! 

So - when have you had bad timing?

Yes, Aunt Flo has shown her ugly face.  So no November baby for me…at least it means I can have a drink tonight when I go out with some of my favorite Nestie friends in London!

that being a light sleeper on most occasions that I would have woken up last night around 1am.  Why?  Cause the UK had an earthquake that was felt in London by many…but not by me!

 I mean, come on, I get woken up by the smallest amount of sun.  It’s why I sewed new curtains into the existing ones!  If the t.v. is on in the other room, even at a low level, forget it…I won’t fall asleep.

But, it turns out, that I sleep VERY soundly at 1am.  Roy told me that whenever he has to get up or return to the room, if it’s between around 12:30am to 2am, I am guaranteed not to wake up.  Who knew?  I thought I would wake up regardless.

But it brings to mind a story.  When I moved off to college, my parents moved my bedroom from the lovely large room in the front of the house to a small piddly room in the rear.  While it was nice to not be confronted by the sounds of vehicles driving all night on the highway nearby, I was used to it.  Now I had to deal with crickets instead.  And I did. 

I moved back into that room  full-time, while I went to graduate school (after 4 years later).  One night while I was at home, in bed and asleep, a huge storm came rushing through.  As it was about 1am in the morning, I didn’t hear it.  Nor did I hear the crack of lightening as it hit a huge tree in the back yard.  And I didn’t even hear the tree splitting, falling down only yards from our house and my bedroom window.  Nope.  Didn’t wake up until I heard my dad cursing next door for about 5 minutes and my mom rushing into my room to see if I was okay. 

So, if I ever do have kids, I hope that they don’t figure this out.  Cause otherwise I’m screwed…they’ll be sneaking past me so easily.  I’m going to have to hope that Roy is awake during those times.  Cause all I’ll be hearing are the sounds in my dreams.  zzzzzzz

(You might not want to read this if you are squeamish about girl reproductive stuff)

There are some good things about trying to conceive.  One thing is the amount you learn about your body.  When you use something like Fertility Friend, you have to start learning about such things as the fluids that come out of your cervix, your basal body temperatures and other such things. 

Now before this whole process began and even into it a bit, there was NO WAY, I was going to have anything to do with checking out my fluids from down below (gross) nor was I up for taking temperatures right when I woke up (what the “$£”?).  But once you begin, it’s oddly addictive.  And if something doesn’t go right, then you kinda freak out.  For instance…this cycle, my thermometer broke and I couldn’t get a new one right away.  And it happened right around the time that I normally ovulate (the big ‘O’).  So I couldn’t use my temps to see if I ovulated or when (which is supposed to be the best sign).  In addition, I wasn’t sleeping so well…and so my temps would have been off anyway…so this month has been a crash & burn.  I did check my fluids (it’s not as gross as you’d think but still nothing I’d do without this purpose) and so I think we ‘caught’ the O. 

But I don’t know.  And now, I’m a few days past when I would normally get my period (the dreaded AF or aunt flo).  But I don’t want to do a pregnancy test quite yet, as I’m not sure if I ovulated late or if I ovulated at all.  My longest cycle so far has been 34 days…I’m on cd (cycle day) 33…so either it could come tomorrow or soon.

I think it will come as I have some of my normal signs.  But these last few days have been crazy.  In fertility language, I’m in the 2ww (or two week wait), which occurs after ovulation…but as I don’t know when or if I ovulated I could be within or past that two weeks.

So here’s the plan…if I don’t get AF by Friday, I’ll do a test, cause that will be cd36.  How weird would it be if I actually got pregnant in the one cycle that didn’t ‘work’.  But I’m not counting on it…

You have to love a good day.  Especially, I think, a good Sunday.  It’s just a nice way to end a weekend and to start the upcoming week.  And this past Sunday, well, it was a good day.

I got to sleep in.  This might be a prerequisit for all good days.  My bed was comfy, DH was not snoring and the temp in the room was perfect.  And when I woke up, I was fully rested.  Always a nice feeling.

I ambled about getting myself breakfast.  I knew that I was going to be eating a big lunch, so I didn’t see the point in making my normal big Sunday breakfast of either eggs or pancakes.  Roy made me tea.  And then a lazy time on the couch.  Mmmmm.

I then took a lovely and relaxed shower.  I love not feeling the rush of the weekday morning or when trying to get ready to go out…Sunday showers are the best.

Time to make lunch.  I got everything prepped to make quesadillas…cooked a spicy conconction of chicken & veg, got out the cheddar cheese and readied the tortillas.  The grill was turned on so that when my ILs arrived, I could go at any minute.  And the great thing - Roy’s parents loved this new dish.  It was a first for me as well (making, not tasting), so I was quite pleased.  Yummy grilled tortillas, a touch of spice and tasty veg.  A well made meal.

We relaxed for a bit after this and then went for a walk.  Four miles!  We wanted to check out a house in Golders Green that was in our price bracket.  It doesn’t look too bad from the outside and is in a nice area with lots of ammenities & a local, but it may mean a HUGE difference in our commute.   And from looking at the plans online, we really couldn’t add any value to the place.  If it’s still on the market when we get some interest in the flat, we’ll check it out…but we have decided that our fav area is still the place we want to find our house as they tend to be ones we could personalize and change for the better.

We then were complete bums in the evening, with the exception of Roy cooking us one-egg omlettes for dinner.  I read a bunch, played on the internet and cleaned up enough to make the flat presentable (in case they want to show the flat today).

And then went to bed, comfy again, ready for the new week to begin.

(This post refers to last week) 

My school, both in the middle school and high school, has a Spirit Week every year.  It includes dressing up in a variety of themed outfits, the Quiz Bowl final and then culminates in a spirit assembly and big basketball games in the afternoon.

 I always take part in the fancy dress/dressing up part as I think it’s great to give the kids support.  They do assign us themes within the grander theme…so this week we had:

Monday - pj day, Tuesday - music day, Wednesday - generations, Thursday - colours and Friday - school spirit/colours day

Here are a few pics to show off my ’school spirit’…

I was someone who always really got into the whole spirit thing - and I love Halloween…so dressing up is something that I enjoy.  It’s been fun for kids to come in and see how I’m dressed…as now, after four years of doing so, it’s expected.  I wish more teachers would get into it, but even if I’m the only one, I’ll always take part!

I’ve moved to wordpress.  I’ve seen other people do it and it just seems to be a better possibility for my blog.  We’ll see…but anyway, welcome to the new blog:

http://mrsukyankee.wordpress.com

Back again…

It’s time to get on the market again. Hurrah! (not)

Having this week off has been great as I’ve seen four estate agents. It’s amazing how each person sees the market. Two of them were quite realistic with prices similar to what we thought it should be (plus similar to the other flats in the area). One priced it WAY above what it ought to and another put at way below. So we’ll see what happens. The biggest selling point for us will be the percentage that they try to get for selling our flat.

Putting it on the market will be tough. It means we live differently. We’ll have to be super clean. We’ll have to be very aware of where everything is and make our flat look as ’simple’ as possible. We’ll be living without some of the items we’re used to as they won’t fit well in our available storage (we’re getting rid of a wardrobe & dresser). So we’re hoping that we sell the flat quickly. Hmmmm…deja vu….same hopes as before.

In London, it used to be quite easy to sell a flat and get a great price at that. No longer. Which in some ways is good as perhaps more people will be able to buy. But for us, it may hurt our chance of moving up the ladder. It’s not worth selling this flat if we can’t move on to something better.

Good luck to anyone else who is trying to sell and to those who are trying to buy. It’s NOT fun process.

Before and…After

Here I am with my normal curly hair. But I was interested in doing something new…so here’s the after:

Just back from the hairdresser, curls gone…it looked much sexier than in this pic.

This morning…curls returned. Totally tighter than I expected…something to work with. Cute.