You are about to see a glimpse of my fascinating life. Well, not really. This is just an average day for me, and it's definitely not all that fascinating...except today, I'm going to bring you along with me.
I'm a snoozer. That's right. I need the alarm to go off at least four times before I drag myself out of bed. Neil is worse. My pets have learned our habits. The cats will go check out the lit up screen of our phones probably wishing their paws would work on a touch screen iphone to turn the annoying thing off.
After reluctantly getting up, I go through my morning routine - toilet, brush teeth, pills, wash face, shower, moisturize, make-up my face, get dressed - all the while, these three join me most mornings (Ricky, Ivy, and Astro). I pretend it's because they love me so much that they want to hang with me. Remember, I told you they know my routine? Well, yeah...they hang with me because I have the heat lamps on, and when I'm finished getting dressed, they get their breakfast.
As I make my way downstairs while trying not to trip over any cats or step on any tails, these are the faces that greet me through the back door. They like to stand at their bowls (as if I'm going to forget their breakfast). Our oh-so-sweet-but-not-too-bright Sally and Dolly girls.
Fur babies are fed, we're dressed, and we head to the train station which is 5 minutes away. We live in a suburb 35 miles (57 km) southwest of Sydney city center. We commute via train travel Monday through Friday. Neil and I ride the train together most days. I read a book; he reads a newspaper. Our train takes a little less than an hour to get to Sydney Central Station. A lot of people complain about public transport. I actually prefer it. I like to read and people watch instead of road rage on the freeways.
We arrive at Central, and we part ways. Neil heads in to work. I head to school (more about that in a minute). I usually grab a morning tea at a kiosk at the station. It's winter here now, and I'm not a coffee drinker. I've learned to drink hot tea instead. I've got my ipod cranked now (although my hair is covering it) because my mornings usually need a little heavy dose of rock 'n' roll to get going.
School, ah school. I call it the "visa factory" because it's a school that caters to international students who have come to Australia on a student visa. Most often, I am the only one in the class that speaks English as my primary language. I'm currently taking a Marketing course, and I go to class Mondays-Thursdays 9:00am-12:30pm. Although the classes aren't exactly challenging or overly informative, I've enjoyed interacting with the students from all corners of the world - Thailand, Italy, Colombia, Turkey, Indonesia, Poland, Nepal, Korea, Romania, Brazil, Czech Republic, as well as teachers from Singapore, Germany, South Africa, and Hungary.
After school, I head back to the train station (this time the trains run underground similar to subways, but we still call them trains). Hi ho, hi ho; it's off to work I go...
Okay...so our trains don't stay underground. Here's my view of Lavender Bay and Luna Park as the train crosses Sydney Harbour Bridge. I see this everyday, and I still don't tire of the view.
After pulling into North Sydney, I go to our store where I work every day. (Shameless plug now:
www.facebook.com/POLA.Jewellers ; new website coming soon!) Neil is owner, jeweller, watchmaker, boss, problem-solver and more. His father (Graham) is a watchmaker. Our friend (Linsey) works part-time and helps a lot with computer jewellery design. I do everything else. Also, I spend far too much time on facebook and other websites, as well as occasionally writing my blog...like I'm doing now.
The super helpful friendly sales girl that you want to help you buy some jewelry (yes, I've spelled jewelry/jewellery two different ways in this post, but I'm American living in Australia, and there's two different spellings and sometimes I get confused) - that's me!
After closing shop, I get back to the train station. Sometimes it may be 6:00; sometimes 7:00; sometimes later. That's the world of retail and being the partner of the man that owns his own business.
Animals meet us at the door - yes, because they love us - but, mostly because they are getting fed dinner. The destructive duo dogs have usually torn something up. They love anything with foam and stuffing, so forget about giving them a dog bed, or stuffed toys, or a lounge to sleep on...because they've ruined all those things. They have dog bones and chew toys, but being destructive is much more fun (apparently).
Oh, I don't forget lunch...I just forgot to take its picture. Neil is awesome because he likes to cook. He's good at it too. Most of you probably think he is just avoiding my cooking. That could be the case, but I do cook every now and then, but mostly it's Neil who prepares our meals. This is leftover risotto that's even tastier the second night of having it.
My favorite part of the day; my nightly Astro snuggles. I was never a cat person. I was scared of them. They sensed it and preyed on my fear. But, Neil has always had cats. I love animals, I love him, and relationships are supposed to be about compromise, right? Well, if any cat could convert me, this guy could. Man, oh man...he is a mama's boy. Every single night, I lay down for some reading or tv time.......and every single night, Astro joins me. He's on my chest. He's in my face. He lays on my shoulder. He headbutts me. He even lets a little dribble out when I rub his belly. Gosh almighty, this cat loves me, and I love him.
Many nights, I relax with a book, a candle burning, and a hot bath...sometimes a glass of wine. Most times, I'm joined by a kitty. Mostly, it's Ivy or Ricky - they are the ones that seem to be interested in the water, or my nakedness, but I'm pretty sure it's the water.
Bedtime - most of the time, Astro joins me. Eventually, Neil is there as well as the other two kitties. But, every now and then, Ricky the mischievous boy decides he wants to be Ricky the purr puss and tries to beat Astro to the bedroom to get the closest spot to mama. I'm not going to lie: I like it that the boys fight over me :) Neil may get slightly jealous.
That's all, folks. How exciting was that?! Tons. I know. If you made it this far, you are probably my mother. Hi, Mom! Thanks for sticking with this post!!
