From CA

So


I'm here, at our condo in Malibu. You know, blogging in Malibu isn't nearly as exciting as it sounds. Especially when you still have four more days without your family.

So, the drive was pretty uneventful. Matt went with me, and I way quite thankful to not be driving alone for two days. We stopped for the night in Winslow, Arizona - notice the girl flat-bed Ford in the background. I know that the American Southwest has its own beauty, but I am quite glad that I don't live in the middle of the desert. I mean, the drive along I-40 starts out in the Texas Panhandle, and then gets MORE desolate as you head west.

Strange story from the trip: As you enter California, you are forced into a traffic stop. At this point, you are asked for any fruit or vegetables in your vehicle. It just so happens that my nephew celebrated his second birthday the evening before we left and his party was Slimey themed (For those of you who don't know, Slimey is Oscar the Grouch's pet worm). For the party, my sister stuck Slimey-colored gummy worms onto apples. Well, Matt and I brought some of the leftover apples on our trip. So, I look pull into the traffic stop, grab out the apple, and say "We've got a few apples, but this one seems to have a worm in it..." Not even a smile from the officer as he takes our apples away.

When we got to LA, we checked in the hotel and then got a wild itch to go somewhere, and we ended up in Hollywood. Here are some guys break dancing. They were really quite good, and we left just as they began begging for money.

Ok, I guess I'll leave it at that and make an effort to come back soon and share my thought on Los Angeles, Malibu, and Pepperdine. But, for now I'm going to sleep on the floor (since the moving van shows up tomorrow).