K, so none of the photos in this post are my own. Sorry. But there have been three cool events in the Evans family as of late. First we took a Family Home Evening stroll down candy cane lane in our town of Torrance. It's famous for being one of the biggest Christmas lights display in LA, and it's so close it's in our ward boundaries too!
Second of all, we went to Journey to Bethlehem in Manhattan Beach. It's an outdoor town with people dressed like and acting like people from Bethlehem. You can pet a camel and goats and sheep and do some of the activities that were down back in the day of Christ's birth like make bricks, eat pita, dip candles, and make yarn. There are also Roman guards, tax collectors and King Herod policing the town. Everyone is very in character and you're even given shekels to spend. It was fun... the line to get in was SO LONG, by the time we got in, the kids were just about done. Lesson learned for next year.
The last crazy adventure was our flight to Boise today. The kids and I flew out of Burbank, switched planes in Vegas and finally landed in Boise. We're going to be here until January 3rd, Jon is joining us here on Christmas Eve. The coolest part of our day was meeting this guy.
Yup, I saw him walk past us in the Burbank airport, recognized him but kept about my business. Moments later I noticed that he was about 10 people ahead of me to go through security. Just to give you a visual, he had a full beard and wore a flannel shirt, work pants and work boots, and sunglasses like these but cooler.
When it was my turn to show my ID and stuff to the security guy he then told me to go through a different metal detector line, one that had less traffic and would be easier considering I had two babies to hold as well as a million bags, a bunch of liquids, and a huge stroller to handle. And low and behold, I was now right behind Jake. So after walking through the detector the kids and I sat on a bench, next to you know who, to put our shoes on and wait for all our stuff to get scanned and tested. Both kids were really antsy at this point and starting to cry and I had one in each arm. Jake made eye contact with me and smiled a "I feel for ya, sista" smile. I smiled back and muster out two words, "Merry Christmas", said in a "it's that crazy time of year" tone. He then laughed. He laughed at my joke! I'm awesome! Well, no, I'm not. I mean, it was a super lame joke but at least he humored me. So that was my experience with a movie star in LA, I knew it would happen some day, I just didn't picture my kids screaming and pulling my arms out of their sockets while it happened. MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Saturday, December 10, 2011
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