Summer Pool Time

We got a pool--the inflatable kind.

We got it for a few reasons:

1. make bathtime more fun for Chloe (and easier for us)
2. see what she does in water.
3. because it's really hot.

She was actually super cute with her ball.

She was trying to get the ball under the water and would inadvertently submerge her snout and then blow bubbles under the water--super funny.

Eventually we got tired of playing and got over the pool.


Chloe didn't get bathed...Although, somebody DID.


Very tiring playing in the pool...for both of us.

Olympic Fever

I've been watching Olympic events all day since last night's opening ceremony. Yes, I'm quite obsessed. But, I was soo tired from work all week that Chloe and I passed out in front of the TV last night. Dave thought it was pretty funny, and I agreed.




Couldn't be happier about Michael Phelps winning the gold and breaking the record in the 400IM. I can't wait for him to win 7 golds! Aaah, I need to stop talking Olympics. I'm obsessed.

SUPER SOAKERS!

Dave and I had our eastside crib warming party this past weekend...it was also a super soaker party. I was totally dumb and got far too tipsy far too early and I didn't take any pictures, but my trusty friend Camilo shot some...mostly of me, and Chloe, but at least I have some memories from that day.

Our invitation included this:
We made skewers and fruit salad and mojitos and grilled veggies. It was all very yummy (esp. the sangria...)










super soaker = super fun.

Stuck at home after my accident.

I was home for a few days after my accident. While it doesn't look that bad, I had some pretty blech headaches and a painful black eye that luckily just looked like purple eyeshadow.
People keep telling me that it's a blessing because I wasn't hurt that bad and my car was totaled, but honestly that isn't giving me the comfort you'd think it would because...well, it didn't seem that bad of an accident. My injuries were minor and seemed appropriate with how minor the accident was, but...my car...my poor smelly car, bit the bullet for me.

But, I spent a lot of time with my Chloe Bear, which was fun. She's athletic.


We tried to take some "family" pics. I wasn't satisfied, but they're kinda cute and they show the "after" of our new apartment.

Also, I put some decals up in our laundry room that I bought from this awesome site that supports handmade goods.
It's very Kara Walker (who recently had a really really really heavy yet amazing show at the Hammer museum) or another awesome artist Ryan McGinness.

Crying over spilled milk.

Last Tuesday I got into an accident. I didn't think it was that bad, I mean, I wasn't even seriously injured (thank God). I got a black eye, a few bruises and a bump on my forehead. I thought my car would survive like me, a bruised headlamp, a few scrapes and a bump on my front bumper...but...it didn't.

My insurance called today and said that the repairs would cost about $14,500, which in Allstate's terms means, yer car is a total loss. =(

I wasn't even that excited about my car when I bought it in September of '07. I was just happy it had GPS. But, when I heard the news today, I cried.

I miss my white scion xd, with its fabulous GPS, its radio controls on the steering wheel, the ipod jack that I had yet to christen, but most of all, I miss the musky disgusting mildwey smell that lingered after I spilled some milk in the back seat. It's strange, I know, but it was my car, my very own car that I was paying for with my own money.

and now, it's dead. I feel bad looking at other cars and considering them. I only want the same exact car with the same exact options and I'm even considering spilling some milk in the back seat. It could be worse, but, just right now, at 10:12pm, it feels pretty rotten. Like rotten milk.