We went on some awesome ziplines yesterday thanks to the recommendation from the Barlows. The guys there were awesome. I got to go upside down. It was so cool that I bought the picture and all the guys working there thought I was crazy (loco).
Today was another great diving day. We went on Tuesday to a cliff/wall dive and it was really stressful. Melissa couldn´t equalize, meanwhile Alan was drifting out to sea. Today on one dive alone we saw 7 sea turtles, 2 sharks, and 2 rays. Obviously I was counting because it was so cool. It looked a lot like the first dive we went on, but who cares. We saw so much more marine life. I got kind of cold on the second dive so I was kind of floating along the current in a ball, kicking occasionally. So Wes, who was my diving buddy, came up to check how much air I had left and I had 1500 pounds. I grabbed his to look at it and he had 500. We were supposed to let the dive master know when we had 700. So I let him take some hits off of my tank so he didn´t drown as we went up. Still, how did he use so much more air? We also have some great pictures of us down there. All of which I´ll post at some point in the future.
See ya´ll in a few more days.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Our First Days in Cozumel
Well, no one has shook anyone else yet. And I've only sworn at Wes once. So far a great family vacation. Here's the thing about Swine Flu Cozumel: the cruise ships aren't coming in so everything is closed. Yesterday 1/2 of town was closed. Now tonight the other 1/2 was closed. I guess it's almost 10pm here, but the one gas station we know of is closed so we can't refill our scooters.
Also, with our economy sucking right now; nothing here is cheap. It's the same as what it costs at home, but usually a crappier quality. You would think with the tourism industry being slow right now they'd be deserate to take anything you would give them, but no. We just went to the Mexican Walmart and everything costs about the same. No deals this trip.
Other than that we're having a fantastic time diving and playing beach volleyball. I didn't bring the computer attachment for my camera, so no pics yet.
Also, with our economy sucking right now; nothing here is cheap. It's the same as what it costs at home, but usually a crappier quality. You would think with the tourism industry being slow right now they'd be deserate to take anything you would give them, but no. We just went to the Mexican Walmart and everything costs about the same. No deals this trip.
Other than that we're having a fantastic time diving and playing beach volleyball. I didn't bring the computer attachment for my camera, so no pics yet.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I've been remiss in my blogging
Once last month. What was going on in my oh-so-busy life? Nothing. Ok, actually now that I think about that's not true.
I've been riding more than usual, which I love. I went on a trail ride and ponied another horse behind me. That horse stopped and I got pulled off. It was kind of funny. Then a few days later I went to Idaho to move cows 9 miles from one pasture to another. It was eventful. I almost got bucked off the horse I was on (none of these are my beautiful Sampson, he doesn't have shoes on). And my saddle kept tipping to the side because of my stupid rolly-polly horse that didn't want to push/chase cows. A cow was born right in front of me. One of the other horses got stuck in some barbed wire and when everyone stopped to help we lost control of the herd. It took all day, and if I wasn't busy I would have gone back to help again the next day.
Jacob left on his mission 1 week ago today. Yeah, he's 19. And he's taller than Wes or OJ. He's gone to Riverside, CA. This is him opening his call...awhile ago I guess.
Now the rest of the family is ditching the kids and we're headed to Cozumel on Saturday. Wahoo! I'm so psyched to dive, it's been a few years. I'm getting sad to leave Dylan though. A whole week is a long time without my baby.
Last Friday was my birthday. I'm 28 and must have some maturity. So, while I still threw myself a birthday party.
I didn't tell everyone I saw it was my birthday, so they could tell me "Happy Birthday." 
We went up the canyon as usual to roast hot dogs and s'mores because I love it and it's my birthday. And I hate cake and it's hard to eat in the mountains, so no one thinks I should have one.
There were quite a few absentees this year. You know who you are. I expect you to make up for it next year.
Oh, and my marriage has reached an new level. I had Wes cut the back of my hair for me today. He did a great job. Considering how vain I've been about my hair in the past this is a big deal. And other than this I've decided not to cut it for the summer.
That kind of sums up May. Other that the swimsuit, nothing really got to me.
I've been riding more than usual, which I love. I went on a trail ride and ponied another horse behind me. That horse stopped and I got pulled off. It was kind of funny. Then a few days later I went to Idaho to move cows 9 miles from one pasture to another. It was eventful. I almost got bucked off the horse I was on (none of these are my beautiful Sampson, he doesn't have shoes on). And my saddle kept tipping to the side because of my stupid rolly-polly horse that didn't want to push/chase cows. A cow was born right in front of me. One of the other horses got stuck in some barbed wire and when everyone stopped to help we lost control of the herd. It took all day, and if I wasn't busy I would have gone back to help again the next day.
Jacob left on his mission 1 week ago today. Yeah, he's 19. And he's taller than Wes or OJ. He's gone to Riverside, CA. This is him opening his call...awhile ago I guess.
Now the rest of the family is ditching the kids and we're headed to Cozumel on Saturday. Wahoo! I'm so psyched to dive, it's been a few years. I'm getting sad to leave Dylan though. A whole week is a long time without my baby.Last Friday was my birthday. I'm 28 and must have some maturity. So, while I still threw myself a birthday party.
I didn't tell everyone I saw it was my birthday, so they could tell me "Happy Birthday." 
We went up the canyon as usual to roast hot dogs and s'mores because I love it and it's my birthday. And I hate cake and it's hard to eat in the mountains, so no one thinks I should have one.
There were quite a few absentees this year. You know who you are. I expect you to make up for it next year.
Oh, and my marriage has reached an new level. I had Wes cut the back of my hair for me today. He did a great job. Considering how vain I've been about my hair in the past this is a big deal. And other than this I've decided not to cut it for the summer.
That kind of sums up May. Other that the swimsuit, nothing really got to me.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
A Swimsuit Story
Just for the record, I grew up wearing swimsuits almost everyday. I still spend weeks at a time in the summer in nothing but a swimsuit. I've always been comfortable with it, because somehow as a teenager I realized that even models don't have perfect bodies. That being said, this did not make me feel very great about myself.
We're going to Cozumel in a month. I need swimsuits that can hold up under stress. I wakeboard, waterski, scuba dive, etc; I don't lay out. Something cheap and flimsy isn't going to make the cut. I wanted a new, preferably 1 piece, swimsuit. The finding of which was not as simple as it seems. Walking through all the stores that I would normally shop in, I found nothing but bikinis. I said, "I don't want a bikini. Just because I could wear one, doesn't mean I should. It's immodest." Wes says, "I think I deserve for you to have a bikini." Thanks, you're a big help. I'm trying to stick to my principles.
Looking in more mature sections of stores, I found mostly tankinis with matronly skirts. Also, they don't carry anything small enough. My sister says, "they have cute swimsuits at Victoria's Secret online, and their sizing is really accurate." So, I start looking online, and she's right. They do have cute swimsuits. So, I check out my size. It's Victoria's Secret so naturally you go by bra size. First it says measure around your ribs and under your chest, then add 5 inches. So I measure and I'm 29 inches, add 5, I'm 34. Sounds like a normal band size. Then, you're supposed to measure around the fullest part of your chest, and take 34 away from that. If you were 35 around your chest, and a 34 band that 1 inch difference would make you an A cup. Well, instead of being a positive number I got a negative number; minus 3 inches! That's not even an AAA! I knew I was flat. Most of the time I don't wear a bra because they're all too big. But negative 3 kinda hurt my feelings. All those closest to me had a good laugh about it, as well they should.
Back to the swimsuit story. Victoria's secret doesn't make a swimsuit that would fit me. I went shopping with my sister again for swimsuits, this is like the 3rd day in a row. And I caved I bought this really cute Roxy bikini with some cute board shorts. I looked good in it. I felt covered; as covered as a slight exhibitionist might need to feel. The whole time I'm feeling like the Devil has me right where he wants me. I get home after all of these things and show Wes and he says, "Are the bottoms a little small? They're kind of cutting your butt in 1/2 like you have 4 butt cheeks." Great, so I have no boobs and a squishy butt that bulges in swimsuit bottoms. My husband know just how to make me feel beautiful. At this point I'm strongly considering some kind of procedure to suck the fat from my butt and insert it into my chest. Mostly because Wes recommended it. Thanks a lot.
Wes takes me back to Dillard's to return the butt bulging bikini, that I was really starting to have moral issues with. I would hate to scandalize the Longhurst family vacation because I have a bikini. And just because society demands I have a bikini by offering no other alternatives, doesn't mean that I have to go along with it! The Dillard's at Fashion Place had more alternatives than South Towne and I found a really cute 1 piece that isn't cut weird around to the front. And it fits me!!! When I lean over you can't see what little I have, and it doesn't squish my butt in half. What a happy ending.
And since the Victoria's Secret measuring fiasco, I've been eyeing the training bras at Target. I finally bought myself one last night. And it fits! Embarrassing, but true.
We're going to Cozumel in a month. I need swimsuits that can hold up under stress. I wakeboard, waterski, scuba dive, etc; I don't lay out. Something cheap and flimsy isn't going to make the cut. I wanted a new, preferably 1 piece, swimsuit. The finding of which was not as simple as it seems. Walking through all the stores that I would normally shop in, I found nothing but bikinis. I said, "I don't want a bikini. Just because I could wear one, doesn't mean I should. It's immodest." Wes says, "I think I deserve for you to have a bikini." Thanks, you're a big help. I'm trying to stick to my principles.
Looking in more mature sections of stores, I found mostly tankinis with matronly skirts. Also, they don't carry anything small enough. My sister says, "they have cute swimsuits at Victoria's Secret online, and their sizing is really accurate." So, I start looking online, and she's right. They do have cute swimsuits. So, I check out my size. It's Victoria's Secret so naturally you go by bra size. First it says measure around your ribs and under your chest, then add 5 inches. So I measure and I'm 29 inches, add 5, I'm 34. Sounds like a normal band size. Then, you're supposed to measure around the fullest part of your chest, and take 34 away from that. If you were 35 around your chest, and a 34 band that 1 inch difference would make you an A cup. Well, instead of being a positive number I got a negative number; minus 3 inches! That's not even an AAA! I knew I was flat. Most of the time I don't wear a bra because they're all too big. But negative 3 kinda hurt my feelings. All those closest to me had a good laugh about it, as well they should.
Back to the swimsuit story. Victoria's secret doesn't make a swimsuit that would fit me. I went shopping with my sister again for swimsuits, this is like the 3rd day in a row. And I caved I bought this really cute Roxy bikini with some cute board shorts. I looked good in it. I felt covered; as covered as a slight exhibitionist might need to feel. The whole time I'm feeling like the Devil has me right where he wants me. I get home after all of these things and show Wes and he says, "Are the bottoms a little small? They're kind of cutting your butt in 1/2 like you have 4 butt cheeks." Great, so I have no boobs and a squishy butt that bulges in swimsuit bottoms. My husband know just how to make me feel beautiful. At this point I'm strongly considering some kind of procedure to suck the fat from my butt and insert it into my chest. Mostly because Wes recommended it. Thanks a lot.
Wes takes me back to Dillard's to return the butt bulging bikini, that I was really starting to have moral issues with. I would hate to scandalize the Longhurst family vacation because I have a bikini. And just because society demands I have a bikini by offering no other alternatives, doesn't mean that I have to go along with it! The Dillard's at Fashion Place had more alternatives than South Towne and I found a really cute 1 piece that isn't cut weird around to the front. And it fits me!!! When I lean over you can't see what little I have, and it doesn't squish my butt in half. What a happy ending.
And since the Victoria's Secret measuring fiasco, I've been eyeing the training bras at Target. I finally bought myself one last night. And it fits! Embarrassing, but true.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
The Worst Movie Ever
Marley and Me.
Not that it wasn't funny. Not that it wasn't well done. But all the people who thought it was great, aren't as close to the end as we are. I knew the dog got old and died at the end. That's why I put off seeing it. Mela probably only has a year or two left. A few months ago she couldn't get up due to arthritis. Now she's on a miracle drug and doing fine, but how long will that last.
Anyway, Wes and I both cried and cried. More than we have over anything in a long time. We are blessed people and have very little to be sad about. But knowing that we don't have much time left with our dog, that movie hit too close to home.
Not that it wasn't funny. Not that it wasn't well done. But all the people who thought it was great, aren't as close to the end as we are. I knew the dog got old and died at the end. That's why I put off seeing it. Mela probably only has a year or two left. A few months ago she couldn't get up due to arthritis. Now she's on a miracle drug and doing fine, but how long will that last.
Anyway, Wes and I both cried and cried. More than we have over anything in a long time. We are blessed people and have very little to be sad about. But knowing that we don't have much time left with our dog, that movie hit too close to home.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tea for Two
Dylan and I went a'protestin' today. I took these awesome picture with my phone camera. 
It was freezing and we were soaking wet, so we didn't stay long. Were I a smart person, I would have put on my goulashes that were in the back of my car, and brought the umbrella from the back seat. 
Since I'm not a smart person my pants were wet 1/2 way up my calves, soaking my socks, and both our hoodies were pretty damp. It's been a long time since I've been to a protest, and I figure it's never too soon to teach a kid how this world runs. 
So we didn't have a sign, and I never did see who was talking. But maybe just because I paid $4 to park downtown and stood in the snow for awhile, Obama will know that I'm the only one who can take my husband's hard earned money. 
We stopped for lunch in some office building on our way back to the car.
Note: Wes has just informed me that the president and Homeland Security now view Dylan and I as terrorist threats for going to a protest. Apparently the 1st Amendment doesn't go as far as it used to.
It was freezing and we were soaking wet, so we didn't stay long. Were I a smart person, I would have put on my goulashes that were in the back of my car, and brought the umbrella from the back seat. 
Since I'm not a smart person my pants were wet 1/2 way up my calves, soaking my socks, and both our hoodies were pretty damp. It's been a long time since I've been to a protest, and I figure it's never too soon to teach a kid how this world runs. 
So we didn't have a sign, and I never did see who was talking. But maybe just because I paid $4 to park downtown and stood in the snow for awhile, Obama will know that I'm the only one who can take my husband's hard earned money. 
We stopped for lunch in some office building on our way back to the car.
Note: Wes has just informed me that the president and Homeland Security now view Dylan and I as terrorist threats for going to a protest. Apparently the 1st Amendment doesn't go as far as it used to.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
It's that time again
No, not Easter. That's just a coincidence.
Time for horse therapy to begin again. Thank goodness for an indoor arena. This would be crappy in the rain. Last Saturday I went and picked up my horse to bring him to my grandparents'. The not so smart 2 y/o they're boarding hasn't kicked him yet. I'm really excited to have him close, to ride him whenever I want. Which turns out to be less often than I would prefer. I'm not going to lie. Towing the horse and trailer makes me nervous, even though he doesn't stomp around or act up while being trailered. It's just that it maxes out my towing capacity and weighs more than my car. Anyway, I'm sure I'll be exhausted tomorrow, because it's always more work than it seems.
We could always use more volunteers. So, if you know anyone, like a high school kid that needs volunteer hours, let me know.
Tomorrow we'll be off to the slopes for 2 more days of skiing before we call it good for the winter. Thanks mom for watching Dylan. Maybe next year we'll start taking him.
Wes loves his new job. He can work from home on Wednesdays and Fridays, has great benefits and PTO. And he's happy, which is the most important.
The garbage truck just woke up my kid, so I'm done here.
Time for horse therapy to begin again. Thank goodness for an indoor arena. This would be crappy in the rain. Last Saturday I went and picked up my horse to bring him to my grandparents'. The not so smart 2 y/o they're boarding hasn't kicked him yet. I'm really excited to have him close, to ride him whenever I want. Which turns out to be less often than I would prefer. I'm not going to lie. Towing the horse and trailer makes me nervous, even though he doesn't stomp around or act up while being trailered. It's just that it maxes out my towing capacity and weighs more than my car. Anyway, I'm sure I'll be exhausted tomorrow, because it's always more work than it seems.
We could always use more volunteers. So, if you know anyone, like a high school kid that needs volunteer hours, let me know.
Tomorrow we'll be off to the slopes for 2 more days of skiing before we call it good for the winter. Thanks mom for watching Dylan. Maybe next year we'll start taking him.
Wes loves his new job. He can work from home on Wednesdays and Fridays, has great benefits and PTO. And he's happy, which is the most important.
The garbage truck just woke up my kid, so I'm done here.
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