Kelly's World

This weekend was meant to be filled with friends, drinks, and laughter. Instead it was low energy all around.

About midday on Thursday (Australia Day, and a public holiday for most), C came down with a terrible virus. He had the shakes, a high fever, and eventually got the runs. He was barely able to stay awake, and lost his entire appetite. Within 24hrs he had dropped 5kg. I immediately kicked into the “caring girlfriend” routine and fussed over him, waking him periodically to take his medication and to make him drink fluids to keep him hydrated. When I wasn’t there, one of our housemates, Joe, stepped in to keep an eye on him.

Needless to say, I cancelled my plans of going away with some friends camping to stay home and look after C instead. I also had to cancel C’s weekend on the Gold Coast for a birthday party, tell some friends not to come over on Friday night, and tell his boss he wouldn’t be in on Saturday morning.

Today was incredibly low key. I woke around 10.30am (after finally going to sleep at 2am, too caught up researching the upcoming Thailand trip) and lazed around the house in my pyjamas. Mum stopped past quickly at midday, then I showered and changed. A few hours were spent as a domestic goddess, washing clothes, weeding and general housework, then I retired to the couch. Where I now sit.

I was also meant to go to Laser Force this afternoon with some friends, but unfortunately the place was closed when they arrived so it got postponed until tomorrow night. I won’t be able to make it as I have netball, so bummer for me. I was also going to go to their house to watch the Australian Open Men’s Singles Final, but my lazy gene kicked in and I piked again.

I have managed to climb out of my indent in the couch to make some banana bread, my first time making it. Hopefully it turns out, I will be sure to post some photos! I also had grand plans of washing and straightening my hair tonight, but at this stage I think that’s out. Maybe tomorrow night after netball…

So I hope you all had a most exciting weekend! I’m happy to report C has improved to the point that he is sitting on the couch, and has stayed awake for most of today, but he is still barely eating anything and doesn’t stray far from the bathroom. Yet he is improving, and that’s fantastic to see.

Next weekend will be more high energy, I’m sure. Now just to start planning something!

The last time I wrote about my dating life I discussed my concerns about a second date, where I didn’t know what to expect. The longer things go on I realise that I’m never going to know what to expect. I over-analyze everything, and the usual outcome is that I cause myself unnecessary stress, with no real benefit. Thus I have finally stopped thinking about things.

That’s the best thing I’ve ever done.

It’s a bit scary, but only 2 weeks after a second date the man codenamed Copper, C for short, and I decided we are in a relationship. Is that too fast? I don’t know. But it feels comfortable and we’re both happy with it, so whatever. At the time of our second date I was still a bit screwy in the head over my no-strings-attached person, and finally decided that the best thing for me would be to put them totally out of my mind. A gut instinct had been telling me over and over not to get involved with him, so I finally listened to my gut and severed all ties (if only I could listen to my gut when it tells me I don’t need anymore chocolate). We’re still friends and we can chat without it being weird, but I can already see the difference in that I don’t find myself thinking about him anymore. The lack of constant mind games has already made me feel like a huge weight has lifted off my chest.

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Only 1.5 weeks ago on a Saturday morning, my Dad and I raced through the rain to try and get my 7 seater couch into my new house before it got saturated. We failed dismally, and when we reached the new place the couch remained in the garage for several days drying off before it made it into the living room. We also battled to get a bed frame and mattress through the downpour, and had much more success with that, but it still needed a good session with the hairdryers before it was ready for use.

Thus was the beginning of my adventure in living in a share house.

The house I live in is great. I have a nice sized room; enough to have a queen sized bed, desk and dresser drawers, and a small inbuilt cupboard. Given that I don’t have many clothes anyway the drawers and wardrobe provide sufficient storage for my threads. Across the hall from my room are two more bedrooms that will be occupied by other housemates once they move in, and the actual home owner (also a housemate) has a bedroom at the front of the house (with her own ensuite, I’ll be sharing a bathroom with two others).

The only thing that has been a sticking point for me since moving out was that I had to give up one of my two dogs. If you know me well enough, you would know that I absolutely adore my two dogs, Turbo and Missy. Turbo is a staffy x kelpie that we got from the animal refuge way back in 2003. He was estimated to be between 6 – 12 months at the time. Missy was obtained at the beginning of 2010 at just 5 weeks of age, and is a lab cross something; we still don’t know who it was that “accessed” her mum. We suspect it was a gorgeous cattle dog though, who was one of the most beautiful dogs that I have ever seen. I certainly wouldn’t be disappointed if it was him!

The two of them when Missy was a pup, she's much taller than him now!

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Went down to the beach for a run today after work just as the sun was setting. It was incredibly beautiful.

Inspired by yesterday’s trip to the beach, Mat and I decided to take our dog Missy (on the right) for her first day at the beach. Our other dog Turbo is quite seasoned to the beach now, and immediately ran in the water. To her credit, Missy followed straight after. There’s not much fear with this girl.

Unfortunately, Turbo is not too good at staying with us when he sees other dogs. We spotted a dog and its owner crossing the bridge to the island we were on, so put them both back on their leads. This photo is both the pups looking at the dog coming their way.