Saturday, February 19, 2011

An award...for me? Well it is Oscar season!

Ann very kindly passed on this blog award, thank you Ann...

What I need to do now is reveal something unusual about myself and pass it on to eight others...

Well don't get your hopes up, I'm not going to reveal too much because my grown up children read this blog and I don't want to give them any reason to think that their mother is some strange 'other' person!.... So I'm keeping it 'heroine' style...

I'm a strong swimmer, I once had to swim out to sea (off the gulf coast in Florida) to rescue our son and two friends, who had been leaning over the side of their dinghy 'snorkelling' not realising that they were drifting too far out to sea....their dinghy had caught the current and they couldn't get back to shore because they hadn't taken the oars. Once we realised the danger, I ran into the water and swam out to them, hooked the dinghy rope over my shoulder and pulled them all safely back to shore. But when we looked back out to sea, there, just about where we had been, were three dorsal finned dolphins - but to me, they looked like sharks! Someone told us that the dolphins would have sensed distress in the water and had perhaps come to help.... but when you see those fins in the water, you think SHARK don't you... My legs were like jelly - and not from the exertion!

Now you are wondering why Andy didn't do the hero bit aren't you? Well he did swim along with me for part of the way but I outstripped him - that was my son in that dinghy and there's nothing like a mother's protective instinct concerning her children!

I pass the award on to










  1. WOW! You weren't kidding with the heroine bit were you? That is amazing - I'd have thought shark too! And thank you for the award - I am highly chuffed!

    As for my supplies, would you believe I have one clear plastic box on my shelves at home and that's it? I kept my Mums big box of watercolour pencils at home, my sketch books and a spare set of pencils plus my watercolour crayons and my craft books. Everything else is down there. It's working out well so far and I am remembering to take things I need down or bring them back - luckily it's only a 5 minute walk away :)

  2. Blimey you are right it's amazing how a Mum's instinct jumps in...go you!!! I laughed at the shark thing... not cos of you... was just thinking I'd have probably a gob full of water and drowned...pmsl Wouldn't have made much of a Heroine would I :D

    Thanks for the award me lovely hope I can do it justice ;-D
    Have a fab weekend
    Chris xx

  3. WOW!!!!you deserve an award for that heroism but like you say it's a mothers instinct. It is very serious and scary but there were some parts of your account which made me smile.
    Hope to see you Tuesday.xx

  4. Congratulations on your well deserved award......

    What a sorry....nothing like a mom seeing her club in distress......

    Have a great weekend

  5. Wow, that's a great story - you are a true heroine :-) I once found I could run like Linford Christie when my daughter ran screaming into the house saying that my son was lying on the floor not moving and she thought he was dead (she is a bit of a drama queen!). Have a great Sunday x

  6. Wow! I'm seriously impressed. I'd have been screaming for someone to help. Well done, you! Thank you for the award - seems very undeserved when I'm doing so little blogging... but is very much appreciated. Hope life is going well. Cathxxx

  7. Thanks for the award, just enough battery in the computer to thank you, but not enough to respond properly, will do that tomorrow. Love your last couple of blog entries, hope the back is better! Sxx

  8. oohthank you - I forgot to link back and I think I didn't accept it 'properly' but then that is me all over isn't it?

    Hope you are still waving not drowning,

    will do a cross pollination blog link when you next post...


  9. Thankyou for the award honey, I have been playing along. I was wowed by your story, I totally agree with you, nothing comes between a mum and her children, I often wonder where we get the strength from xxx