Thursday, June 25, 2009
Car Games
Wes thinks I'm a dork, but I get really excited about when the odometer hits certain numbers. Like the other day he was driving and I kept checking as it got closer to 117777. That's kind of fun number, right? He finds no thrill in it. Also, when I'm filling up the tank, I like to guess how many gallons it will be based on the gas guage. So when he was filling up; I got excited about 13.974 and it didn't roll over to 14. I told him that I won the contest. Usually I'm alone when I fill up so there's no one to tell when I win. He just told me I was a dork. The gas game is fun though, you should try it if you don't already play.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
The Vacations of June
This is going to be a long post involving lots of pictures. It's a travel log of what I've been doing the last two weeks. At least it's not during testimony meeting.
I know I posted while in Cozumel, because I had internet access and desperately needed to know how my baby was on a daily basis. But here's some pictures. And yes, my hair is naturally poofy.
Swingin' with the girls on some beach, somewhere.
Wes has a Sprite bottle in his hand.
We rode scooters all around the island.
Me and my big sis Missy. We could totally be sisters right? Just look at us. And we both love to work out. I wouldn't have make it out running without her.
We're on the beach at night. And just for the record we're not "allowed".
Melissa about plowed this guy over. But we had tons of fun at the ziplines. Thank you Barlows for the recommendation, we're sorry that we didn't see you there.
Also at the ziplines they had one into a waterhole. Of course I looked like an idiot when I tried to do a backflip off of it.
Some "native" Mayans.
If anyone doesn't know my maiden name is Woody. So this picture is a must. I usually try to get free food out of it, but I didn't this time.
We were pushed on boogie boards, and rode dolphins. I don't have a scanner for the really good pictures.
But just look at us walking out there. We know it's going to be fun.
OJ was the most sick while we were there. But for about 20 minutes he must have been feeling pretty good, because he leaped a bush to climb the tree.
In a Battle of the Sexes type game at the resort, I discovered that OJ's beard is way scratchier than Wes'.
This means we were having lots of fun.
And these are as good as Mayan ruins come on the wonderful island of Cozumel.
We were trying to make them interesting.
Onto my short and not so fruitful trip to Lake Powell last week. It was rainy and cold all but one day. We took advantage of what we could, but man it was cold.
I took Dylan out on a really slow tube ride so he could start to have good experiences being pulled behind the boat. The good news is he wasn't the least bit upset.
The bad news is he fell asleep.
I discovered it's really hard to take decent pictures while holding Dylan in a bouncing boat.
Evan is demonstrating just how cold it was. Except for the last day we were lucky if it hit room temp.
I think every week my dad takes Dylan to sit in the boat and pretend to drive it. The scary thing is he really know how to drive it. He pushed down the throttle and moved the steering wheel, but we were really going. It scared me and Evan out of our pants while my dad laughed.
This is the one day Dylan played in the sand. Right after this he fell face first in the cold water; it wasn't his favorite thing. And the next day he got a sticker in his foot, and from then on he wouldn't touch the sand with any exposed body part.
Evan took this picture to show Wes that I wasn't using my new wakeboard. It was cold and I had to psych myself up to get in. Even if I did have a new wakeboard and the water was smooth.
I did use my wakeboard. It's crazy stable when you land. I kept trying to compensate for wiggle that wasn't there. And I boarded until I crashed so bad I hurt myself. While it was really easy to get grabs, I was still afraid to go fast enough to jump the whole wake. I'll do it next time.
I still love to slalom. It's relaxing and challenging at the same time.
We practiced knee boarding on the back of the houseboat. I will, or Wes will, take Dylan out next time when the water's warmer. I really didn't want to put him all the way in the cold water. But it's something I started to do with my dad when I was about his age. He can do it too.
I stole this hat from Jacob before he left on his mission. It fits my microcephlia sized head and covers my gross hair. So what if it's camo, it's come in handy when it's time to paintball.
I know I posted while in Cozumel, because I had internet access and desperately needed to know how my baby was on a daily basis. But here's some pictures. And yes, my hair is naturally poofy.
Swingin' with the girls on some beach, somewhere.
Wes has a Sprite bottle in his hand.
We rode scooters all around the island.
Me and my big sis Missy. We could totally be sisters right? Just look at us. And we both love to work out. I wouldn't have make it out running without her.
We're on the beach at night. And just for the record we're not "allowed".
Melissa about plowed this guy over. But we had tons of fun at the ziplines. Thank you Barlows for the recommendation, we're sorry that we didn't see you there.
Also at the ziplines they had one into a waterhole. Of course I looked like an idiot when I tried to do a backflip off of it.
Some "native" Mayans.
If anyone doesn't know my maiden name is Woody. So this picture is a must. I usually try to get free food out of it, but I didn't this time.
We were pushed on boogie boards, and rode dolphins. I don't have a scanner for the really good pictures.
But just look at us walking out there. We know it's going to be fun.
OJ was the most sick while we were there. But for about 20 minutes he must have been feeling pretty good, because he leaped a bush to climb the tree.
In a Battle of the Sexes type game at the resort, I discovered that OJ's beard is way scratchier than Wes'.
This means we were having lots of fun.
And these are as good as Mayan ruins come on the wonderful island of Cozumel.
We were trying to make them interesting.Onto my short and not so fruitful trip to Lake Powell last week. It was rainy and cold all but one day. We took advantage of what we could, but man it was cold.
I took Dylan out on a really slow tube ride so he could start to have good experiences being pulled behind the boat. The good news is he wasn't the least bit upset.
The bad news is he fell asleep.
I discovered it's really hard to take decent pictures while holding Dylan in a bouncing boat.
Evan is demonstrating just how cold it was. Except for the last day we were lucky if it hit room temp.
I think every week my dad takes Dylan to sit in the boat and pretend to drive it. The scary thing is he really know how to drive it. He pushed down the throttle and moved the steering wheel, but we were really going. It scared me and Evan out of our pants while my dad laughed.
This is the one day Dylan played in the sand. Right after this he fell face first in the cold water; it wasn't his favorite thing. And the next day he got a sticker in his foot, and from then on he wouldn't touch the sand with any exposed body part.
Evan took this picture to show Wes that I wasn't using my new wakeboard. It was cold and I had to psych myself up to get in. Even if I did have a new wakeboard and the water was smooth.
I did use my wakeboard. It's crazy stable when you land. I kept trying to compensate for wiggle that wasn't there. And I boarded until I crashed so bad I hurt myself. While it was really easy to get grabs, I was still afraid to go fast enough to jump the whole wake. I'll do it next time.
I still love to slalom. It's relaxing and challenging at the same time.
We practiced knee boarding on the back of the houseboat. I will, or Wes will, take Dylan out next time when the water's warmer. I really didn't want to put him all the way in the cold water. But it's something I started to do with my dad when I was about his age. He can do it too.
I stole this hat from Jacob before he left on his mission. It fits my microcephlia sized head and covers my gross hair. So what if it's camo, it's come in handy when it's time to paintball.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Happy Birthday Mommy!
Happy birthday,Mom. Thanks for taking on the full time job of watching Dylan this week, when you should be getting a break from school and anytype of work. I really appreciate all you do. Pretend that I´m giving you a hug right now. I love you. Thanks for being 30 years older than me so that your age is easy to remember and so that in a couple of years we can have a couple of really bad birthdays together.
The Next Couple of Days
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.
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.
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.
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