Living in LA

I've lived in several big cities in my short married life. First it was San Antonio, then Austin and now Los Angeles. Every time I move to a new city it all starts out the same and then something happens to show that city's flavor. In San Antonio it was seeing the River Walk and Alamo EVERY TIME someone came into town to see us. If I never see that smelly river again it will be too soon. In Austin it was realizing one out of three people call themselves "musicians", and all those "musicians" feel the need to invite you to their gigs in some dumpy bar. I even got sucked into going to ACL and the only thing I got out of that experience is realizing that I am NOT a festival girl. Well this week I finally had the slap in the face from LA and it came in two parts. The first slap came when I went to Lauren's ballerina class. I asked the teacher if it was OK to take some pictures while the class was going on. I know that is a bit obnoxious, but whatever, they're three year olds. They barely listen to the teacher anyway. The teacher then says very apologetically "NO, because some of the girls are models and their mothers got upset when their daughters pictures where being taken." What!! I thought about saying I would put a black bar over their eyes if I put it on my blog, but decided it wasn't worth it. So sorry no cute pictures of Lauren in TU TU class. The second slap came when I ordered pizza this week and the pizza delivery boy, and yes I do mean boy, delivered my pizza in a brand new BMW!! Pizza should arrive luke warm and in a beat up Honda civic. I almost asked if he really needed my three bucks, but I was hungry and once again it wasn't worth it.

On a different note their is a tourist attraction in Beverly Hills called the Witch's House and we drove by it today. It's amazing! I mean it looks like it was plucked right out of a fairy tale. We went after ballerina class so by the time we arrived both kids had fallen asleep. I tried to wake Aidan up because I thought he might like to see it and this was our conversation-

Me: "Aidan, we're at the witch's house. Do you want to see it?"
Aidan: (Barely opening his eyes) "Is it real?"
Me: "No, Aidan it's not a real witch's house."
Aidan: "Oh, OK." (Falls fast asleep)

It's always thrilling as a parent when you find something that really gets your kids excited! More Pictures of the house and the kids our under July_2008.