7 Weeks Waiting

That title sounds pretty dire and boring hey. All it is is the exciting wait for our first big trip travelling along the East Coast, never been to the East Coast so I'm looking forward to it (no sarcasm, honest!). In the mean time, what to do, what to do? With this being my year to explore and travel before life comes attacking with it's responsibilities again, and the having to be mature and all grown up, I have to make sure the real adults do the adulting whilst I enjoy this time. I think my immaturity shows in trying to play bukaroo with the cat; I was casually and gently placing hair bobbles and Phil's plectrums on the cat until he scratched me, serves me right. It did take a good few snotty looks from the cat before he told me to behave. Getting them off was a little trickier than getting them on as he was annoyed by this stage. 

One of my favourite pass times is a stroll along the beach to watch the sunset, sounds all romantic but it's generally pretty cold and we spend most of the time challenging the wind by seeing how far we can walk. Sometimes Phil makes me walk up rather big hills, he's so kind. But as in previous posts, have to be careful with the ol' knees what with pulling one of them back on Smith's beach and being unable to walk. Still, we persevere and manage to get a good walk in. 


With trying to get everything organised for our trip there was actually a hell of a lot to do, we had to get a suitable vehicle, since Phil's current vehicle is, well, to put it politely, a little old. We had to get things to cook with and something to sleep in. With the trips we have planned we'll be up the North part of Australia where all the crocodiles like to chill, so a roof top tent seemed like the best option, not only that, it would leave room for ride-sharers if any materialised. 


Not every evening was spent looking at pretty skies, obviously sometimes it was rainy, grey and miserable, ooh, just like being back home. Instead we would stay in and play games. This time it was Chess, I won the first game but then didn't play defensively and got served by Phil. I stopped playing after that since I'm a sore loser, I'm also a bit of a sore winner, but it's much more fun winning.

We did try and make it up to the top of Mt Lofty, but the vertigo was getting the better of me so we did our best to get as far as we could. There were two different waterfalls along the way that we saw and stopped at for a photo opportunity.
Stay classy Becca!


Finally we managed to go bowling as we intended to do on our third date but came across league night. This time, no league night so it was silly shoes and another opportunity to try and beat Phil at something. Unfortunately I lost, both games, I think we've figured that Phil will beat me at most physical games, we'll have to change that... somehow.

Moving on past the physical games we decided some video games would be better but the option for something new on the Xbox had us in hysterics. My horrified response was "Goat Stimulator?", Phil was doubled over laughing as was I when he explained it was a Simulator, not a Stimulator. I thought XBox was getting a bit R rated. Isn't that kind of thing illegal?

We also managed a game of Cards Against Humanity with Phil's Mum (Wendy) and Courtney, it explains a lot. It had to be one of the funniest games of it we've played. After playing video games and physical games and the lack of encouragement for more monolpoly we moved on to going to watch games, to be more specific, my first AFL game. Crows vs Hawthorn.

We got the bus to the ground and Phil decided to make me a proper fan by getting me a Crows shirt, especially after telling him I should technically be a Fremantle fan because my cousins' were the first to teach me about Aussie Rules and that's their team. Phil was having none of it. We were up the gods but that's better than not being there at all. The 25th Anniversary game was fun to watch, even though Crows didn't win. There was lots of screaming from me, which I'm sure Phil and Courtney's ears did not appreciate, luckily Rudi sat the other side of Courtney and managed to mildly protect her ears from my high pitched squealing. 

After the game we got the bus back and walked back up the hill. Unfortunately in the dark I managed to get tangled up with a branch and fall over. If I had been an inch forward I would have been fine however, I went straight down on to my knees right on the concrete kerb. The feeling made me nauseous, Phil wanted to stop and make sure I was ok but I knew if I didn't keep walking I wouldn't be able to. We finally got back to the house and I pulled up my trouser leg to see a gauge out of my knee and a bruise already coming in to appearance. After having sat down to check my knees, as I suspected, I couldn't walk. Both knees injured I had to hop to the bedroom, Phil brought me ice and the ice made me cry from the pain, but I knew it was for the best. The next few days were spent hopping along the house to try and get the places I needed to. After a few days I realised sticking my leg down correctly was actually better. Slowly but surely I managed to get walking again but up and down hills was a problem, and we live on a hill. Helpful. 

The following Saturday was his cousin's 21st birthday, well bugger. I took a can of man-up, also known as ibuprofen and stuck my heels on to go and party... I spent most of the time sat down. The worst was trying to leave as they closed the doors to where we came in and the entrance to leave wasn't obvious so we walked around in a circle with some funny looks from the police as I was holding on to Phil for dear life and hobbling like a drunked; you couldn't see my knees as I had put my leggings on to cover the brightly covered bruises. It was good to get off my knees once it was over. 

Not long now until our trip, time for all the final prep before we leave and hopefully a full knee recovery...