Not a Perfect Picture...

...but sweet.

Two of My Favorite People

Today

Phew, we found a home. It was tough, but we got it done. Now we are home and have already begun the packing. I tell ya, we are becoming pros at this. I think I could get a job with a moving company and do rather well. Our new home is in Camarillo, about 10 minutes south of Ventura and we really like the area. I think we will have a lot of fun there.

About twenty minutes after leaving Camarillo this afternoon I said, "Hey, maybe we'll see lots of famous people now that we are so close to L.A." Minutes after I said this we pulled into a gas station for a pit stop. As I pulled into a parking spot our eyes fixed on the guy leaning against the wall directly in front of the car and our jaws dropped open. We found ourselves face to face with this person:

Tommy Lee, the drummer from Motley Crue, ex-husband of Heather Locklear and Pamela Anderson. Aaron and I were both dumbfounded. Aaron, because it was TOMMY LEE and me, because I was right about seeing famous people. Never one to miss an opportunity, Aaron jumped out of the car and approached him. A little flustered at the situation and not quite thinking straight, Aaron asked him if he was Tommy Lee Jones! Can you believe he said that??? After confirming that he was indeed Tommy Lee (not Jones!), Aaron shook his hand and told him that he rocks. What else do you say to a rock star?

The Drive of Desperation

Last week, in a desperate attempt to lose some weight, Aaron decided to go on the Atkins diet. Desperation can be a powerful thing. It can cause a man who refuses to go near a stove to actually turn on a burner and cook. It can cause the ultimate macho man to wear an apron.
It can even drive him to temporarily live on artery clogging meals of meat, cheese and eggs. Ooh, the lengths a desperate man will go to...

Trouble on Wheels

My kids often complain that they are always the last ones to get whatever item is the latest craze. They usually seem to get this "in" item just as it's headed "out". Heelies were no exception. Every kid in the neighborhood had them but I kept coming up with excuse after excuse why we should not jump on this bandwagon. I was sure the kids would kill themselves as they took off running, forgetting they had wheels stuck in the heels of their tennis shoes. I also felt it was so disrespectful of kids to Heely through grocery stores and other places of business. Fortunately for the kids, they have a Dad who carries strong persuasive powers over their mom. One day my resolve finally cracked and Aaron immediately took the kids Heely shopping. From that moment on my children no longer walked from place to place, they would glide. I have to admit, the kids proved me wrong. They never got hurt and to their credit, they never used them when it was inappropriate. The story doesn't end there. After a couple of months of watching our children gleefully glide through life, Aaron decided that we should be the ultimate cool parents and buy a pair of Heelies ourselves. I vehemently disagreed. Again, I was persuasively overruled. Following the purchase, Aaron put on his new pair of Heelies and confidently set out to glide across the garage floor. Imagine our shock as his feet shot out from under him, he did a flippy-do in the air and he crashed head first into the cement floor. We were even more shocked (and panicked) when for the next forty minutes he couldn't remember what happened, where he was, where he worked, where we were living and several other important things. I had never been so scared in all my life. Fortunately, he came to his senses but not before Amanda had grabbed those Heelies and hid them somewhere he'd never find them. The next day they went right back to the store. I just knew tennis shoes on wheels were asking for trouble, but nobody listens to me...