My most embarrassing moment


It was a hot, sunny Friday morning in mid February and I was getting myself and little man ready to head out to swimming class.

I was halfway through our morning routine when I remembered that the dog needed his medication and food before I left, so I headed down to the garage with little man, who was about 15 months old at the time. I thought that I would put him in the car so that he’s out of the way of me working while I was crushing the dog’s tablets.

I wound the window down so that I could see what he’s doing and he could see me. While crushing the dog’s tablets I turned around to check on him and find him trying to climb out the window.

I quickly rushed over and put my arm through the window to wind it up a bit to stop my little escape artist. I pushed the button intending to close it up just a little bit. But the electric window was too fast for me, and my forearm got caught between the glass and the frame. It was caught at such an angle that I could not reach down to push the button to release my arm, nor could I reach far enough through the open door to reach the button.

The garage door was open, but during his play time in the car, little man had gotten a hold of the garage remote and was now closing the door. I finally managed to convince him to give it back to me so that I could reopen the door.

There I stood with my arm stuck in my window, a baby that didn’t understand enough to help me, and my husband was away for work, so I’m all alone. To make matters worse I was still in my pyjamas. Not nice pyjamas but my old stripy, summer dress pyjamas with no bra and bed hair.

So now I am stuck, what to do.

As you would guess by now I was starting to get a little stressed. So I did the only rational thing anyone in this situation would do.

I started screaming for help at the top of my lungs.


Luckily the neighbours across the street were home and heard me. She looked out the window and I frantically waved at her with my free arm while still screaming for help!

She sent her husband over, poor man, and another couple from next door came running too.  What can I say, I have a loud voice!

Now I had a toddler confused and crying because mommy’s screaming like a lunatic,  and some neighbours no doubt in shock at the sight of me in pj’s. Believe me it was’t a pretty sight.

They freed my arm, at which point I started crying, which seems to be my standard response to most things.

The neighbours were really great about it all and left me and little man to calm down and continue getting ready for swimming class. The mark on my arm lasted for a day or so before it disappeared, but I think I have scarred my neighbours for life.

It’s been over a year now since the incident, and I must say we have some pretty awesome neighbours because since then they have helped us out of several other mishaps and close calls.

I guess you could say we are “those’ neighbours.


Finding adventure.


“This quiz will determine which country in the world best reflects your personality and living style. It is where you will thrive in life the most. Plan your next vacation there, or make the big move”

By now most of you have seen this quiz on Facebook where you answer some questions regarding what you like doing and your personality and then it tells you which country you’re best suited to live in. While I know it’s more of fun thing to do than a serious thing. It got me thinking.

Lets be honest now for a minute. Did you take the quiz once and then you post the answer or did you do it a few times to get an answer that you think suits you better?

I did mine twice but didn’t post my answers. The first time I got Paris! Nice thought isn’t it. The second time I got New Zealand, lucky seeing as I already live in NZ. A few of my friends and family got New Zealand too, so I am in good company.

As I took the quiz there was one questions that stumped me. It was the question of which adjective best describes me.

The options were:






I had a really tough time with it. I do not feel that any of those adjectives describes me accurately. Even my poor husband couldn’t help me. Because if I don’t know myself surely he should right? He’s only known me for the past 12 years & been married to me for the last 9.

But alas even he was a bit doubtful as to which of those adjectives described me best.

The problem isn’t that I am not one of those things. Because deep down I am some of those things. Some more than others.

The big thing is I have lost myself and what makes me tick a little bit.

When I was younger I was super adventurous. There wasn’t a huge cliff I wouldn’t jump off of. I once did a 15 meter jump from a cliff into a lake. I did high ropes, horse riding, camping in the wilderness with bears. Now I must say I was petrified the entire time we were camping and was a great source of entertainment for my husband and friends but I did it.

There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t try.

Canyoning trip

Canyoning trip

Canyoning trip,crawling through tight spaces

Canyoning trip,crawling through tight spaces

Tenting in the snow and grizzly bear country. To say I was petrified was an understatement

Tenting in the snow and grizzly bear country. To say I was petrified was an understatement

Self guided walk in the canyon in Zion National Park

Self guided walk in the canyon in Zion National Park

I was brave, adventurous and fun. But the older I’ve become the more reserved I’ve become. OK so now that I am a mum there’s not often time anymore for adventurous things, but I also don’t seek it out anymore, like I used to.

It’s like I’ve forgotten how to be fun and how to have fun. I’ve been hiding myself away.

I’ve become, somewhat lost in life, lost in being a wife and mama. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE being a wife and mama. That’s not the problem here.

The real “problem” is that I have lost my spark.

To be honest I am not sure how to get it back. How to become adventurous again. Can you reclaim it once you have lost it?

I am not sure, but I do hope that I will be able to reclaim it. Maybe once little man is a little bit older we will be able to go on adventures together.

But until he’s older I might just have to look at photo’s of me being adventurous or try and find my own adventures.

How about you? What was your last adventure?