Well I will start with my catching up with my 4th of July weekend. And well as far as catching up, that might be as far as I go. It depends on how lazy I am feeling. You know, creating these titillating blog posts are a lot of work sometimes.

Oh but before I get to that I just have a few things to say.
1. I got a swimming suit in the mail yesterday. Which I missed the mailman (which by the way- I NEVER leave the house so I am not sure how this happened. but whatev.) so I had to wait until this morning to visit just one of the many effective government agencies: the post office.
But the good news, I love my new bathing suit. It is more like a dress, but hey, it covers up my cell (that is short for cellulite...also....what is up with cellulite? I notice many um...pleasantly plump people at the pool...and they don't have any dimples or waves....but then I look at my size 0 little sister, and you know what, she has cellulite! What the?! Stupid cellulite gene.)

Well I also wanted to say-what is up with the sizing on swimming suits. So I got 2 and one of them was so short (as well as narrow) that I thought, um hello, who was this made for? I ordered a large...which by the way...do we need any more help feeling horrible about our bodies in bathing suits? I go to Anne Taylor Loft (the most heavenly store on the planet) and I wear a size small. And I say, wow I am so little and petite, look at me, I am a waif. And I smile to myself. So ya, I know it is their marketing...and people I don't really think that I am a waif...but hello-why can't swimming suits do the same thing? Oh you are a size 6, size 8...well guess what! You need an extra large bathing suit.
They might as well say, here is some extra-large fabric swatches to put over your grotesquely large body.
I am just telling myself that the reason a "large" swimming suit would have only fit me when I was like 10 (maybe), is because the swimming suit was from China. This I know because all the tags were written in chinese and I couldn't read it. And Chinese women are so tiny. Curse them. I am kidding. But I do think they have an entirely different interpretation for "large." As well as all the other swimming suit manufacturers .
You want large? Hey I'll take you on a trip to Wally Mart. I'll show you LARGE.

2. I am so emotional lately that it is funny. I was watching the news yesterday and I heard that the lady who was the original voice of Cinderella died, and that she had said once that the best part about being Cinderella was that her children would be able to hear her voice after she was gone. And then I cried for like 5 minutes because I thought it was so touching.

And then I heard a commercial for the DI and a guy talked about how working there had changed his life and made him feel like "somebody" and then I started tearing up.

And then I cried watching "Mama Mia" even though I thought the movie was seriously lame, and I can't even remember when or why it was I cried.

It is all a little ridiculous.
Obviously I am in dire need of some chocolate cake. That should solve the problem.

Well I think that I am going to start a new post for the 4th because this one is already super long. And pretty much pointless. But that's how I roll here in my blogging world.

I am back in business.
Both of our computers got infected with some virus and I was computer-less for a whole 2 days.
I felt like I was living in the dark ages.
And I have a ton of blogging to catch up on.
Unfortunately both of our cameras are broken too so I don't know how I am going to do that.
Oh, and I had to block my texts on my phone. Because I got dangerously close to my 1000 limit.
Which is pathetic in so many ways.
Thanks to my older bro who came and fixed up our computers. He is getting his PhD in Physics but did a stint in computer science a few years ago, to which I am now the benefit of.
Hooray.
Well, that is all.

You know this time of year I start to get really depressed over the oppressive heat.
So I am going to make myself a top 10 list about my favorite things about an AZ summer.
Because I am positive like that.

10. Turning my car on 10 minutes before I plan on getting in. And it is still too hot.
9. Blow drying my hair before church and then being so hot and sweaty right before we leave the house, that I throw my arms up in the air with frustration and yell, "Forget it!" And then, put my hair in a ponytail.
8. Putting my laundry in before going to bed and first thing in the morning when I attempt to put it in the dryer, realize I have to re-wash everything because it smells like a pond.
7. In a matter of 3 seconds I can go from dry and put together, to a soggy mess with my underwear saran wrapped to my butt.
6. Getting in the car and then having to get right back out because Chloe is begging for water. Then having to turn off the car cause I need the keys to unlock my front door, and then bringing Chloe back inside because I would prefer her not to die.
5. Saying to myself, "Oh crap it is past 8 AM. Guess I won't be making it to the grocery store today."
4. My white shirts have an increasingly limited shelf life, as after a couple wears the armpits are already a nice shade of canary.
3. Having to go put some clothes on when someone rings my doorbell.
2. Cooking something in my oven and my house getting to be like a bazillion degrees. And then eating too much of said food because I can't think of anything else to do because I am too hot to leave my house, unless it is for ice cream. And then I just feel really fat. And hot.
and finally #1....

Realizing that I have about another oh, 4 months (3 1/2 if we're lucky) of this.

Sigh.
Well being positive really does help me feel much better.

This is why I love Sesame Street.






You know what I noticed-she has an awesome birthmark on her hand- I know it is a birthmark because I googled it. I mean, uh, Don googled it, cause he does things like that.

This picture is from a few weeks ago. I had a church thing over here and we had pie. Lots and lots of delicious pie.
I really need a new camera. Mine broke. Oh, I mean both of them broke. At the same time.
So all I have is my words to record our memories.
"Words are my life!" -From "Never Been Kissed."
Isn't it pathetic I know that?

Well this week in no pictures:
*Got my 3rd traffic ticket in less than 6 months. I probably shouldn't be publicising this. I cried. But the cop had little sympathy. He was hiding out in a parking lot just waiting for a fool to breeze on by the stop sign.
I was that fool.
* We went to Tucson, AZ and spent one night at a resort with Don's parents. It was equally hot as Phoenix and so going out and exploring the desert scenery did not rate high on my fun list. So we hung out in the hotel and watched the World Cup. Which also did not rate high on my fun list. I can't stand watching it-the constant ringing of the thousands of spectators with their horribly annoying noise makers makes me want to jump out of my skin. I feel like I have tinnitus. But, it was nice to see Don's parents and his brother Curtis. So it was worth going.
* Went to Chloe's little friend Alex, second birthday party. We had some tasty food and watched Alex blow out imaginary candles cause none of us could find a light. Heather you should have invited some smokers. Anyway, we really like Alex's parents. Especially when they feed us delicious hot dogs and hamburgers.
* Watched "Valentine's Day." And...glad we didn't pay to see it in the theater. It was worth about the buck we paid for it at Red Box. Don might argue that too.
* I wasted 2 hours of my life yesterday watching one of the worst movies I have ever seen. Called "Peggy Sue Got Married." You know one of those TV Saturday matinees. TERRIBLE. It had all these famous people in it before they were famous. And judging from this movie, I am not really sure how any of them became famous. And then I vowed to myself that I would not waste anymore time on horrible movies. And then we watched "Valentine's Day" so apparently I do not keep my word to myself. Also like when I tell myself that I am going to be a good driver and never get any more traffic tickets. Dang.
*Been bribing Chloe with a trip to Disneyland or our local water park (uh I think we are pushing the local water park more) if she stops using her diapers. Effectiveness: nada. Although she will say, "OOOOOOkay!" and then put on her undies and....well you can probably guess. Oh and Anna, I tried your ice cream trick. And it worked once. That is the thing with my rewards and bribing:they only work temporarily because the girl just doesn't care. Maybe Don and I should pretend to go to the water park and leave her at home because she still wets her pants. Oh that is a splendid idea. I am going to try that.

And that my blogging friends, was my week.

Circling Conversations

Sometimes it is really hard to explain things to Chloe.

We watch "Sleeping Beauty" and at the exact same spot in the movie she asks passionately, "was wong wih herrrr" repeated over and over again.

So I try to explain.
"Well she is sad because the Fairies said she can't marry that boy in the forest because she is supposed to marry a Prince, but she doesn't realize that he really is the Prince."

To which she replies, "Was wong wih herrrrr, was wong wih herrrrr...."

So I repeat a few times what I said previously.
Eventually she says, "ohhhhhhhh, uhkay!!"

But then we have the exact same conversation the next day.

Kind of like, "Hey Don, why can't I have the shoes again?"
"Ohhhhhhhh, Uhkay!!!"

I feel his pain.

Deep Thoughts

"The days are long but the years are short."

Go look at your sleeping child and cry. That's what I almost just did.

"It might be uncomfortable, but it is not the end of the world."

For all you fatalists out there.

PS...I bet you are confused why I wrote those quotes down..and you know what? So am I! I think I was having a bad day!
They were supposed to sound like positive affirmations and then I read them today and thought...wow, you sound depressed! ha