As I have mentioned before, I have been camera-less for a long time. So I just had to find some pictures on the Internet to fill in. I tried to find the most accurate representations of the events. You know in blogging it is very important to record things in the most accurate way possible. I would just hate to be the only one to exaggerate the awesomeness of my life. I know no one else does that on their blog. Anyway, that being said...Friday night Don's cousin Yvette came and stayed with us. She made the most delicious pasta dish. Angel hair (not real angel hair, that would be really gross, and secondly I don't know where you can find a real angel who is willing to give up their hair) with squash, garlic, roma tomatoes, fresh basil and Parmesan. There is no way to exaggerate how awesome it tasted. We bought a bunch of strawberries for strawberry shortcake but we were so full from the pasta that we never got around to eating the berries. You know we are so dainty around here, we hate to stuff ourselves. That is very, very unlady like. And plus, we are so skinny.
Saturday on the 3rd of July, we gathered at Don's sister's house for a cookout and a swimming party. I made a horrible potato salad. Just thinking about it is making me want to vomit. I put carrots in it so it looked like a big mess of orange throw up. I was not proud to be associated with that dish. I shall never attempt potato salad again. I think I have realized that is a dish I only like when other people make it. Okay I have to stop talking about it. I am going to wretch.

Oh gosh I nearly forgot to mention the annual Los Altos Ward breakfast. It was actually quite pleasant this year. Even at 7 AM being outside is uncomfortable, but it was quite nice on Saturday. Maybe that is because when I tried to go find out if the child I was put in charge of was still alive, I got attacked by like thirty 13 year olds who think it is funny to attack the poor scout master's wife. We had a good time. Unfortunately I know that it is going to run into all of my other ward breakfast parties, because I have no pictures to differentiate which year it was. I usually remember things by looking at pictures and seeing what I was wearing. Sad to say, but that is how my memory works. Melissa: You were wearing a white dress over your black swimming suit.
After the party we were the lucky ones who got to clean the church. Although Chloe was quite helpful. She is going to make an excellent janitor one day. Or mother. Same thing.

Back to the party at Don's sister's house. Did I mention his sister from New York was there too? That was pretty cool. We hung out by the pool most of the day and it was a really nice day. It was only 104 degrees, and yes, I said only. Why is the stupid text italic and bold. Okay. now it is just bold. But that is better than being in italics too. I have no idea how I fixed it but I did. Probably an angel. Hey angel, come back, I need some of your hair!!
Anyway, I unfortunately took a nap while Chloe achieved a swimming milestone. But fortunately when she is with me she regresses back to a frightened wet cat, so I think I might have a chance to witness the milestone again and I will just pretend it is the first time. Don put goggles on her and she went under the water repeatedly and held her breath for a...wait for it...record 6 seconds! (see picture above) And she went down the slide like she was a competitive um...uh....bob sledder...uh, in the water? Well anyway, way to go Chloe! I see that she has a short memory however because I took her swimming today and she acted like the water was lava filled with snakes and the only way to survive was to strangle her mother's neck as she held on for dear life.
Oh PS: Potty training newsflash. I told Chloe we could go to Disneyland if she wears underwear, because you know, they only let non-diaper wearers into the happiest place on earth. No one can really be happy in a diaper after all. Well Chloe told me on Sunday out of the blue while I was changing her, "Uh, I just wear a diapa Mommy, I not go to Disneylad."
Patience is a virtue...patience is a virtue...patience is a....


We had a pretty late night at the pool party. But I stayed up even later to prepare for my Relief Society lesson the next day. It went pretty fine I guess. I mean not to toot my own horn, but I got a standing O. And yes, there were men in my Relief Society class. They forgot where the men were meeting.

The actual 4th of July was spent going to church and then we had dinner with our friends, THE CARRS. I felt like that should be in all caps. I tried to pawn the potato salad off on them. And they didn't say anything, but I am pretty sure they thought it resembled throw up as well.
And then we played Settlers of Catan.
You know I used to despise that game, but once you get that sweet taste of victory on your tongue, you'll do anything to get it back.
Unfortunately I didn't win.
And either did Don.
Come to think of it Don has never won that game, ever.
I think that is one of his main goals in life.
And I sure hope one day he achieves it.
But I am in it to win it now, so victory will not come easy.

Phew. I am out of words.
Good-bye.