Tony and I slipped off to Vegas this weekend for our niece's wedding. Vegas is my least favorite town in the US, but being with Tony's family is worth every minute of that searing desert heat. On Friday we went to the old strip with Mom, Dad and the Winwards to enjoy shrimp cocktails and Luv-it frozen custard, two of our happy memories. We spent the evening at Lori and Blake's for a BBQ and swim party. We were very impressed with Blake's Harley, but even more impressed to elarn that there is an actual motorcycle gang of people called the "temple riders." They ride their Harley's from temple to temple and their saddlebags are for their temple clothes! Tony got crazy and went to see the new Harry Potter movie with a bunch of guys and I went back to the hotel room to nurse my nasty cold and sinus infection.
Saturday was full of wedding events for Melanie and David. The ceremony was performed by Tony's first Bishop in Las Vegas. He was instrumental in reactivating Tony's parents. Betty was worried the Bishop wouldn't remember them, but Debbie assured her that, "they were on every list at every ward council and would be remembered for sure."
The reception was beautiful. There was delicious fresh made salsa and chips, fruit kabobs, and hot tamales and lemon drop candies to go with Melanie's colors of bright yellow and red.
Sunday was ward Conference in Lori and Blake's ward. I think the highlight of my trip was listening to "President Burr" (Blake), give an eloquent and powerful lesson on the Resurrection of the Savior in Sunday School. The best lesson I've learned as a result of joining the Lundberg family is that the gospel changes people and makes them better. Blake is a great example of how the Savior maximizes our potential. He is a really powerful leader and influence on people, but still the same twinkly-eyed, mischivious guy everyone adores. It is impossible for me to think of him as Warren's drinking buddy and rebel rousing kid.
Wilson survived wrestling camp. It sounded like a nightmare: 6 workouts a day, running 5 miles at 2:00 in the morning, wrestling for 45 minutes straight. I asked him if he would ever do it again and he said, "don't ask me this week." He's been humble and grateful since he got back, so it was worth the time and money!
Swimming lessons this week. So far I've only had to throw Max in the pool with his clothes on once. I hope we don't have any repeat performances of that anxiety attack.
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