Sunday, 28 February 2016

My Baywatch moment...

Apart from the time it took me roughly 30 minutes to pluck the courage up to getting in the river (sitting on the side hearing all the rustling didn't help that decision, in my head it was either death by snake or death by crocodile or possibly shark.... and yes all plausible before you say anything)
So picture this, Ob is already swimming around enjoying the water as its a bazillion degrees that day, we've walked to the furthest part of the river because I'm too much of a wuss to get in where the other 5 people were swimming. I'm like a jack in the box I think I'm ready so stand, then decide no I can't do it so sit down. Ob is offering me his hand and telling me it's safe which doesn't help as I think if that croc gets him, I really do have to get in and I will go mother bear on that croc. I then get a little braver,  shriek at Ob to swim next to me to the other side (all of 5 metres) then I stand and literally throw myself into the river and swim like a dog to the other side. I'm panting like a race horse and quite literally my heart is coming through my chest wall its beating so hard.
I heave myself onto the rock like a beached seal trying get to get away from a whale and look at Ob and beam. We then explore the shallow parts all while looking for crocs, sharks and bullrots.
Happy ish that there are none I gingerly sit in the water and splash about.
After a few hours I'm totally at ease with the river and although still swimming like a dog there is less urgency.

So the other day when we went to the beach, I thought "I've got this "disrobed of shorts and top and boldly walked straight in to the sea. Watched by several life guards but I thought phah who needs you. Beach shoes on because I still can't go bare footed..... yet, maybe one day I will?
Walking boldly and bravely in to the sea I stop at waist height and do what everyone else is doing, leap and cheer and jump the waves. Well let me tell you, those waves are vicious.  The first 15 minutes were fun, then I started to get dragged left, right backwards and forwards but still kept leaping and cheering like everyone else. Sean is further in and keeps looking at me extremely proud that I Maddi am in the sea past my ankles. Yay me.
I decide to get a little braver and walk in a bit. ... big mistake this massive huge wave came from no where, it was like the one from the Old Spice advert (remember that, dur, dur, dur. Dur, dur dur, der, der, der der)
I try and jump while cheering and shrieking but this wave is so massive it's takes me down, drags me half a mile at least before spitting me back up minus my sunglasses and bikini pants showing my bottom to the life guards. Epic fail. So no only now am I flashing to the the poor people on the beach I'm shrieking "My sunglasses, my sunglasses, MY suuuuunglasees"
Sean is now by my side looking at me with an expression that is clearly desperate to laugh but he wants to check my reaction first before hysterically laughing. So I beam at him and say "that was fun" whilst scrabbling to pull up bikini bottoms and hoping the life guards are looking else where. Sigh.
Stayed in there quite a while longer hoping my sunglasses would find their way back to me, but sadly they didn't or haven't.  I only only assume there is a very cool looking dolphin out in the sea. Hmmmm.


News from the big blue box.
Customers don't appreciate being told to "limbo under the barrier", "follow the arrows but be quick they change every 10 minutes", and also my colleague who's name shall remain a secret does not actually like being called Sue. Now it's not my fault she has a face that looks like a Sue.
She looks at me with a confused and baffled expression every time I call her Sue. I can't now call her by her right name as in my head she's Sue. All I can say is, she's going to have to get used to it.



 




         

   You can just about spot me, this was pre bottom showing. Sigh.

Tuesday, 16 February 2016

Oops I did it again....

A few weeks ago I came home to a parcel, now I never get parcels, Sean does near enough everyday but as soon as he's home they're whisked away never to be seen again.
So my little parcel was. ...... a pair of thinning scissors. I have no idea where they came from, I checked my ebay account - no drunk purchase made by me (Sean's drunk purchase lately was 2 very bad ass knives that he only remembered ordering when they arrrived) so I'm now wondering if someone sent them to me as a bit of a hint?
They even came with a spirit level!
The other day after battling with the bouffant and feeling annoyed that my hair is such a mass of frizz I had the old light bulb moment and remembered the scissors. So, out they came minus spirit level and I start to hack away. A bit like Edward Scissor hands cross Britney Spears when she shaved her head and went bonkers. I can confirm that I still have a full head and I haven't gone bonkers (others may argue that)
After chopping my hair I quickly decided I couldn't be a hairdresser, there's too much of an undesirable urge to literally keep chopping and chopping.
Maybe that's why I've never got the style I've asked for, they just don't know when to STOP. Sigh.
So as I'm chopping and chopping hair is quite literally flying every where. To the point where the en suite is now looking like there's a mini chiwbacca standing beside me. Not deterred I keep going, I did think maybe I should have at least read how to do it but then figured "she'll be right"
For that day the bouff behaved but now we're back to full on frizz and I feel I should carry a wide load sign on behalf of my hair. Grrrr

Pretty much sums up how I feel (and look) when I get to work and look in the mirror. When I leave the house I look like this ......