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.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I Have Commitment Issues
We're currently planning a super awesome vacation with Wes' family for this summer. Complete with scuba diving, surfing and sunshine. We're planning to lay down some pretty serious cash for said awesomeness. Here's the deal. We've been married for 7 years and I've never purchased a lick of furniture. All that we have has been given to us. I fully admit to being a cheapskate as well as having an obsession with paying stuff off, like cars. I complain frequently about not having nice furniture, but I think it's my own complex in the end. I am afraid to buy furniture, because then it will say something about me. Mostly that I can't decorate to save my life. A few months ago Jessica came over and told me what pictures to put where, just so I had something on my walls. In the end I think my psyche would rather spend a large sum of money on a vacation for things I can commit to loving: family, sunshine, water; than commit to furniture that I'll have to look at everyday and wonder if it was really what I wanted. Did I settle because of the price? Is it really the right color? Should I really buy furniture at this juncture anyway, or wait until there are no longer babies in my house?
If you've ever been to the mall with me you'll know this is a true problem. I want to buy something. I sort of have something in mind. I kind of find the thing that's the most similar to what's in my head. I try it on and it looks good. But it's not perfect. So, we scour the entire mall and we don't find anything else. But we also don't end up getting the thing that looked good, because it's just not right. We leave. You're frustrated with me, and I'm disappointed. Let's also throw into the mix that there's a certain price involved as well. There's a limit that I'm unwilling to spend on things. I won't spend more than $40 on a pair of jeans, for instance. So, even if it was perfect, if it exceeded my limit, I won't get it.
My self-confidence is spiralling today.
If you've ever been to the mall with me you'll know this is a true problem. I want to buy something. I sort of have something in mind. I kind of find the thing that's the most similar to what's in my head. I try it on and it looks good. But it's not perfect. So, we scour the entire mall and we don't find anything else. But we also don't end up getting the thing that looked good, because it's just not right. We leave. You're frustrated with me, and I'm disappointed. Let's also throw into the mix that there's a certain price involved as well. There's a limit that I'm unwilling to spend on things. I won't spend more than $40 on a pair of jeans, for instance. So, even if it was perfect, if it exceeded my limit, I won't get it.
My self-confidence is spiralling today.
10 Pounds
There are several women in my life that I love very much who are all unsuccessfully trying to lose 10 pounds. I think they look fantastic how they are, but they are apparently not satisfied. So I made a new blog andyjills10pounds.blogspot.com. You maybe distrubed by what you find there, so only go if you know that this was meant for you.
Happy Birthday Wesley!!
Today you are 32. (For the record I am much younger than Wes; he robbed the cradle as it were.) I am daily grateful that I married you. You were the right man for the job. Maybe someday I'll reach full adulthood because of your guiding influence. And maybe someday you'll chill out. 
Ok, I've been working on sappy up until now and I just can't get past the sarcasm that we share. So, let me quote a former present to dredge up the remance; "All the dreams I prayed you'd be are all the things you are. You were once my little boy and now my shining star." Happy Birthday, Honey. I love you.
Ok, I've been working on sappy up until now and I just can't get past the sarcasm that we share. So, let me quote a former present to dredge up the remance; "All the dreams I prayed you'd be are all the things you are. You were once my little boy and now my shining star." Happy Birthday, Honey. I love you.
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