Ew, I just put on some lotion that I found in the work bathroom and now I totally reek of an old lady.


I live in Hampden

So, this morning, I'm lying in bed and I hear a beeping. I look at the clock 6:20. "Tim, I think that's your alarm clock." "Um, no Max, I think that's your doorbell" It's being rung continuously, a bit reminiscent of this summer's ding-dong-ditchers. So Marilyn and I trudge downstairs in all of our pajama-ed glory. There's a flashlight being shone into the window of the door and the guy outside barks "POLICE"

We let them in to the foyer, there are about 5 or 6 in all, and the leader pulls out a picture of a guy neither of us recognize, but then I look at the name and realize that it's our former downstairs' neighbor's husband. They grill us for a few minutes about him, but of course we know very little about the situation. They soon realize this and just instruct us to call 911 if we see him. Also, we can tell him that there is a warrant out for his arrest for sexual assault.


free overpriced coffee

I just took a walk down to the post office to get some stamps and stopped at a nearby Starbucks afterward. I hate to admit it, but I am in love with their seasonal drinks: Pumpkin Spice and Gingerbread Lattes and Peppermint Mochas. Well, the guy in front of me ordered his latte and was getting ready to pay when the cashier (barista? I don't think I've ever used that word before, in context) said "No, that's it"

He looked at her, confused.

"You don't have to pay for it today."

Still confused.

"I can't get in to my register and the girl I was working with closed her register before she went on her lunch break, so I can't charge anyone for anything."

"FREE STARBUCKS" I wanted to yell out to the Lexington Market area, but alas, I restrained myself.


I’m not really an adult;

I just play one during the work week. Also, this weekend.

First of all, I have business cards. Yup, I have way more than I could ever possibly want or need, in fact, I don’t think I have ever been in a situation where I wished that I had business cards but didn’t. Except when I see bowls to enter to win a free lunch. I will enter every free lunch drawing from here to the Mississippi. Believe.

Two, Emily and I participated in our first craft fair on Saturday. In Pasadena, Maryland. In a church. We were surrounded by jaded old people selling things like “Keep the Christ in Christmas” CDs and gel candles with baby Jesus’s in them, who kept saying things like “Ah ne’er sell nuthin’ at these craft thangs” in their crackly old voices. Needless to say, cute crocheted hats and handmade vegetable based soaps were not big sellers, but we made enough to cover the cost of the table at least.

Three, a Saturday night party for Run of the Mill Theater. This was filled(?) with everything from high school students to aging community theater playwrights and took place in Hamilton. Altogether a fine time, but made me feel old.


Drumroll please . . . .

I'm sorry to keep all of my avid readers waiting (that's both of you, Katy and Jessica). Without further ado, I present to you, Harriet Miers on the cover of the Washington Post. (Sadly, it's no longer quite as timely as it once was)


All Hallows

Besides last year's Eloise costume, I am generally pretty unispired with my Halloween dress and end up just looking for excuses to wear fancy dresses. For instance Halloween 2003, when I bought a blond wig and an eye mask and went as a boy dressed up as a girl. I think Halloween 2002 I used some 80s or Molly Ringwald excuse.

But I decided to start thinking about my costume early this year. I like the idea of incorporating current events in to the costume, so my first thought was to be a Hurricane, but I worried that two months after Hurricane Katrina that is not exactly 'current' anymore. I also thought that I might run in to a person whose life was ravaged by the storm. awkward.

So next I thought of a newspaper. The only downside to this would be the sandwich board nature of it restricting my ability to sit down.

And then I had a brainstorm! Harriet Miers. But I quickly realized that not everyone reads the newspaper and listens to NPR quite as feverishly as I do, so this might be kind of obscure and end up just looking like a frumpy old lady from Texas. (Though I did plan to give out greeting cards that say "You're the best Governor ever!")

One of my final ideas was global warming. I fgiured I could be a globe with lots of Hurricanes, Earthquakes and Tsunamis happening while big Hummers drove across me. But I decided this would work better had I started it a few weeks ago not the day before I wanted to wear it.

But I finally figured it out last night. It combines at least two of the ideas noted above, but is fairly easy and not too difficult to understand. YESSSSSSS!!!


ducks, kittens and wegmans (oh my!)

First and foremost, Marilyn and I would like to announce the adoption of our new four month old kitten, Isadora.

She even does tricks!

Isn't she a beauty?

Ooooh, and did you know that WEGMANS opened in Hunt Valley this weekend? In case you were wondering it lives up to the hype.

And did I ever tell you about taking the duck tour in Baltimore? Oh that's right, I was too drunk to remember it! Luckily these pictures helped to refresh my memory.


Fox On My Box

Just tried to post about adventures with a TV antenna, sadly, it all disappeared in to computer void.

Long story short . . . if you live in Baltimore and are trying to use an antenna, Fox is channel 101. Also the WB is around 110.

If someone can tell me where to find UPN, my life will be nearly complete.


Dear Katy,

This is your friend Max from Goucher. I've told you before I am an avid reader of your blog and I was especially taken by your two stories about giant cows on the backs of trucks.

Imagine my delight today, while strolling through downtown B-More on my lunch break I spotted a giant RAT on the back of a truck. Now maybe animals on trucks are a frequent occurance in Hobonk, Ohio, but here in Baltimore we pride ourselves as being an animals-on-trucks free city.

I soon noticed the protestors nearby.

"Are they protesting the rat!?!?!?!?!" I gasped.

No . . . they were using the rat as part of the protest. They were across the street and I have poor eye sight, so I do not know what they were protesting, but they did chant "who's the rat".