ridiculous to think...

This summer our neighborhood restored an old park located a block in a half down our street.  This was a year long fund raising effort, that we contributed to by painting hand/feet tiles for the kids and sponsoring a pathway block with Theo's note for his soon to be born sister (I was 6mths pregnant at the time the verbiage was due).  The park is done and we're getting full usage of the facility.  Yesterday we went with friends, met up with folks we hadn't seen in a long time and had a "preschool opening" false alarm that sent us running home to call the admissions officer- false alarm, Theo is 5mths to young.
Today we met up with the girls across the street as they dazzled Theo with their tricks on the monkey bars, Phoebe took in the fresh air and it was a good 2hours of morning outdoor time.  I could see we were getting close to meltdown if I didn't back up the troops and head home for nap.  I popped Theo into the stroller and strapped Phoebes into my bjorn and we took off down the street headed home.  As usual when I roll with my team of 2 under 2 (or just at 2)- I love to see the look on faces as we pass.  Sometimes I get comments "ohh...you have your hands full or they're so cute, yadda-yadda-yadda".   I'm proud that we make it out everyday so I'm very aware of our surroundings.  On our way home as we approached the corner with the cross walk, a little silver car came cruising by- It was clearly Sammy Hagar, a fellow marin resident.  Funny I thought- his hair looked the same, but overall he looked different.  Was I ever a fan, not directly but I do remember those days in highschool when we would jump into a guys car and they would crank "I can't drive 55" or some other vintage van halen tune, jump into one of our girl cars and the stereo would blast George Michael's "faith".  Ridiculous we thought we were so old/wise, but we were so young and foolish.
For the rest of our walk my mind ran away with how strange my reaction is when I cross paths with someone known or celeb status.  Five and half years ago my boyfriend (now husband) and I broke up- he hadn't yet realized I was the one he couldn't live without (hee-hee).  I was devastated over the break up and went to Neimans for a little retail therapy (why not- I was single and rich).  I was out of it as I rummaged through the 0-2 tops on the 2nd floor designer section, when all of the sudden a loud cell phone talker was also working the same rack, getting too close and about to find something first.  I looked up and it was Steven Tyler from Aerosmith.  Hmmm... strange on many levels, but what I really thought was- "How could this guy help me, unless he wants to pick up my cell phone and call my ex-boyfriend and let him have it, I'm really not interested in tickets or his celeb status.  I carried on shopping and met up with my sister and friends for drinks- they couldn't believe the funny encounter I had at the store. 
Around here I usually run into someone at our grocery store- Sean Penn, Dana Carvey, Phil Lesh, Robin Wright.  Again, neat to see them but when I break it down in my head- they probably had the same hard time getting their kids into preschool,so unless you want to buy my groceries, what can you really do for me?!
We made it home and Theo was a zombie ready for his nap and Phoebe needed a ba-ba (bottle). I scooped him out and brought him inside straight to bed-he was out.  I unbuttoned Phoebe and realized- dammit I lost one of her new shoes on the walk home!  God, if I had only stopped Sammy- he could have back tracked the block for our missing $20 shoe! 

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[reuben]

Don't worry, the remaining shoe is still worth $10. We'll teach her to hop instead of walking.