A cheeky one now and i make no apologies ...To find my inner sexual goddess again
I always want to stop being a liar!!
Oh no I prefer to stand (that chair wont hold my weight)
No I'm fine indoors I enjoy watching the kids you stop there (I can sit on the sofa and rest my swollen feet/ankles while you have fun in the garder)
Oh I hate the beach the sand gets everywhere ( I struggle to walk in sand plus I cant sit on a towel as I can't get back up)
No I won't come up to see the fantastic view I'm fine here ( the stairs will kill me)
I always want to stop being a liar!!
Oh no I prefer to stand (that chair wont hold my weight)
No I'm fine indoors I enjoy watching the kids you stop there (I can sit on the sofa and rest my swollen feet/ankles while you have fun in the garder)
Oh I hate the beach the sand gets everywhere ( I struggle to walk in sand plus I cant sit on a towel as I can't get back up)
No I won't come up to see the fantastic view I'm fine here ( the stairs will kill me)
Apart from the health things that got me the bypass in the first place here are just a few selfish ones of mine...
To be able to walk up the aisle of a plane without having to apologise to all and sundry as I invade their space
To return to the Maldives and go snorkelling again but without feeling like a whale in the process.
The restaurant/cafe table and chairs thing... If you are morbidly obese you will know what I mean
To wear Dresses that suit me, figure hugging clothes and knee high boots :drool:
A cheeky one now and i make no apologies ...To find my inner sexual goddess again
To take our granddaughter to Orlando and instead of sitting on a wall outside the rides watching everyone else having fun actually doing them myself.. This is a few years away yet though.
I love snorkelling and diving but last time I had to get on the dive boat in Mexico I had to get on from in the sea instead of of a pier.
We had to carry the tank from the dive shack over the rocky beach into the very rock sea and then jump onto the boat.
My son look so concerned he held onto me over the beach through the sea and my husband kept asking if I was ok ( maybe he though I would have a heart attack)
When I got the the boat I looked at it and there was one step about waist height.
I knew there was no way in hell in was getting on..
My son and husband relieved me of the tanks. My husband got on the boat and my son stood behind me.
Glenn my husband got my hands, Alexander my son stuck my foot on the step (only just I might add) and stuck his hand on my bum and one hauled one shoved and with red face and a feeling like I would just like to sink below the waves I was in..
Getting in the sea and back onto the boat once the dive was over wasn't as bad cus at least I did it myself but my god never again like that..
OMG you just bought back a hidden memory as something similar happened to me in Taba Egypt a few years ago had a great time snorkelling there. We got from the shore to the sea via a very small opening in the sharp coral reef that was only visible at low tide ... Only thing was the tide was racing out which meant that we had to go with it and to get back out we had to use the pier exit and the tide was really strong at this point. The ladder up from there was in a bad state of repair rusty and missing it bottom rungs the first usable one was at my shoulder. I couldn't get round o the other side as the tide was so strong now and was dragging me under the pier .... I had two hulking strangers from above hauling me up on the pier and hubby pushing at my rear end to get me up . i felt like a landed whale once I got up top and had a five inch gash on my leg from the rusty sharp ladder I could say I nearly died of embarrassment as there was now an audience but I was just so relieved just to be out on dry land but thinking back ...I'm positively cringing.
I think we all have these horror stories... I was in the catacombs in Malta and actually got stuck as I was trying to walk through a narrow doorway.. I managed to get out and back tracked but then got lost and everytime I tried to find my way out I kept coming back to this doorway.. there were lots of people around and I kept asking how to get out and they kept laughing and saying how people always get lost but not to worry the way out is just down there.. the dreaded doorway.. to get out I knew I needed to get back down another passageway but there was a sign saying no entry and it seemed that bus loads of tourists were coming through my only exit... I was sweating profusely even though it was very cool down there and realised I was about to go into a panic attack.. my only option was to shout to them that I was coming through as I was too tall (of course meant too wide) to get through the other way... it meant that loads of other people had to reverse to let me out... I was a right state when I got to the top.. so much so that one of the curators rushed over and asked if I needed an ambulance.. mortified. Left and didn't return.