Swim Suits, Fences & Ice Cream

Today's completely unrelated thoughts. Maybe it's the weather.

Fences hurt my feelings. More than rocks. But, then again, I like to be really open with people. When we started getting our first foster license, I chatted up all the neighbors to let them know what was coming their way and to see if they had questions or concerns. Oh well. Maybe it'll be a nice thing and I'll come to love it.

I am buying the family a pool pass for the summer. It's our first time. I don't think we've even gone to the pool yet since we moved in, like 5 years ago. Yeah, anyway. The Little Mr.'s are old enough and good enough swimmers to really enjoy the pool and the slide. For Little Miss and Little One there is zero depth. I love that. I'm going to suck it up and we're going to have fun using it. I love pools, just not necessarily pools with all my kids at once.

I have major swim suit issues. I'm going to blame it on body image issues. Most American women and girls have some, so I'm not alone there. I've got things going all the way back to the junior high days. None of those long said comments still stings and I feel no hostility to those who said them, but just the fact that I have those moments that 20+ years later I can recall clear as day, says there are issues. I prefer to ignore them as much as possible.

But, buying a pool pass means I must own a swim suit that I'm willing to spend a large part of my summer in. Now, I have suits. All manner of suits in a pretty large range of sizes, but I'm sure none of them qualify as something I want to spend a lot of my summer in. So today, on Little Miss' last day of school, I took Little One and went to the store. I figured I could try on a few while he was asleep.

Could I venture to offer up some advice to those genius fashion designers? Mix and match tops and bottoms are a good idea. Now, lets get smart about it, shall we? If the bottom you're looking at is a little skirt and the size number is closer to 24 than 2, perhaps the skirt could or should be a little more generous. I would guess that it is proportionally larger, as that would make sense, but seriously, if you're putting a bigger booty in a skirt for swimming, it needs to have a little extra hang.

Next thought, swim suits ought to be labeled by both age and size. I'd like to find something in double digit sizes that reflects my age. Translation? I don't want a swim top that is cut so low and so wide that it should be a hospital gown. I'm past the beautiful cleavage years and I'm quite fine with that. Matter of fact, I'm in the many kids years, and I'd really rather have the impossible-to-pull-it-down-by-a-toddler swim top. I'd also rather not wear the I'm-98-and-could-care-less suit either.

And seriously, why on earth does a swim suit cost so darn much. I refuse to cough up that much money for something that is ugly and makes me feel like I'm walking around out in public in my underwear. Heck. I'm betting I have some undies that are less revealing than some of the swim wear I saw today.

Here's my million dollar thought of the day, so all you motivated people who want to start up a business, take this and run with it. My only request, besides cutting me in on the big bucks when they happen, is to start it up in my city so I can take advantage of my own great idea!!

I don't have a catchy name for it, but a grown up ice cream truck. I want it to run all year and be for delivery instead of just roaming the neighborhoods with obnoxious music. But, it has to be a truck like an ice cream truck so that it will work, because on the inside I want it to be ice cream store-ish. The part is credit to The Mr., but I totally agree. Inside the truck it should be like a Cold Stone, where they mix up the ice cream to your liking.

Just picture this with me. You could text that you want ice cream to your location. In 30 minutes or so this adult ice cream truck shows up at your place. You can tell them what you want and they mix it right there.

Seriously. I'd pay for that. I live in a land filled with custard shops and ice cream places and it's all great stuff, but once I've got those kids to bed, the last thing I want to do is hop in the car and go get some. And because of all those kids in bed, I'd rather not keep the stuff in the house. Besides, we all know what happens to large amounts of ice cream in the house...the momma eats it. This way it would be special and small. Maybe you could even have a special service, like text when you get to my place instead of ring the bell...babies are sleeping. Or think about how often you've wanted a little bite of ice cream when all the other kids are at school and that baby is napping. See, this isn't crazy, it's a million dollar idea.

Okay, now that I'm fixated on ice cream, I have to go start thinking about dinner.