I am an old lady

So it's been about 2.5 weeks since I've returned from Ireland, and I must say life is quite different. When my dad asked me what I did today, I was able to perfectly recite my mundane schedule, right down to what time I woke up and my special trip to buy stamps for a few postcards I'm mailing. This is when I realized it; I'm becoming an old woman.

Since returning from Ireland, it seems I've adopted the lifestyle of an 80 year-old woman without even realizing it. Here's how I know:

My days start at the same time everyday, 9:13 am when my internal clock wakes me up. After washing my face and returning to bed for a few more minutes, our cat, Jack, walks in and I pet him for about 7-9 minutes. Sometimes I talk to him, and yesterday I'm pretty sure I heard him snoring. Clearly, I've become the neighborhood cat lady.

Then, I'll eat a banana and go for a walk around the neighborhood. We have nice trails here in Crowfield so I like to take full advantage.

After, I'll usually come home and eat some cereal while I check my e-mail and pretend to be productive.

Then I'll ususally go to the gym (get there about 11:00 or so, peak time for retired folk) and pretend I know all the regulars. I've been going at the same time for the past two weeks so I'm hoping the retirees will soon begin to accept me.

After an excellent session with my ipod and nike sneakers, I'll get back in my car and crank up the radio. Usually either rap or "easily listening". Depends on the day.

Then I'll run silly errands to keep myself occupied. For example, I purchased stampes today (felt good to be productive) and tomorrow I plan to get gas after the gym. I hope I have time for it all.

Once I return home I'll eat some fruit and wait patiently for my dad and sister to arrive home. In this time I'll usually blog, check my facebook, or think about all the productive things I plan to do later in the day. I also like to update my facebook status to say interesting things like "I think I'm turning into a cat lady" or "Sarah MacDonald likes a nice tax refund check". Gotta keep my loyal followers on their toes.

Lately, this is also about the time when I eat some tuna fish from a can, which I kindly share with the cats. Apparently this makes them stick their nose up at their dry-food dinners, though, so I've been instructed to cut back on the tuna-sharing in the afternoons. Whoops.

When Kelly comes home I'll talk to her about her day and what she learned in English class, then I'll either go for another walk or go to my room and check email until dinnertime.

Dinner is always at 5:00 pm and Dad, Kelly and I will have a salad with either fish, tofu or veggie burgers while we watch Gilmore Girls. During commercials, we discuss the best parts of our day and what Kelly learned at school. At this time, I also pet the cats again, for about 6-8 minutes.

This is probably the best part of all of our days, and I look forward to 5:00 pm more than anything else.

After dinner I'll go for a walk around the neighborhood (I bring my sweet ipod to keep me company) and come home and make tea for Kelly and I.

Then it's time to check my facebook (I'm a pretty dedicated facebooker, I never miss an evening) and watch a movie in my bed. I think it's important to establish a strict bedtime regimen.

The next day I'll wake up at 9:13 and do it all over again. This is, of course, until I start working at Chick-fil-A, which I'm sure will open up a whole new portal of blog-worthy happenings.

Stay tuned for those, folks, but in the mean time keep checking my blog. I hope to post some looong overdue blogs about some traveling I did while in Ireland. Should be interesting :)

Until then, Cheers!