The Good ol' Days

Remember when America was grand. When it was safe to ride your bike around town, take in a game at the ball park, music was appropriate and not violent, and people dressed up to go to the store?

Yeah, I really do not remember those days either but I can imagine how it might have been.

Over the weekend, I tried to discover this time period. I first began by attending Baltimore's HonFest. As in, "Oh, Janice, the cookies are soooo good. Thanks hon." It is a whole festival devoted to people that are devoted to Baltimore in the 1960's. Imagine the musical Hairspray but in real life.

Of course, it was important to look good in the 60's so there had to be some sort of beauty parlor.


I've never seen so many beehive hairdos, bright clothing, and animal prints!!

Maybe I'll dye my hair. Even better, maybe Kristin should dye her hair.

This chair is for you, hon.

A few participants in the Miss Hon 2008 pageant.

To round out the day of ol' time fun. We went to a minor league baseball game: The Bowie Baysox. We had a great time of heckling the other teams players, watching a few of our friends get soaked from the rain, and we had fireworks.

Aww....America, I found you again.


Public Service Announcement # 100: How to live the American Dream.

Congratulations Levi and Cher!

Last week I went home for my brother Levi's wedding. I am happy to welcome Cher to the family! Levi is such a sweet, kind, smart man. I always hoped that he would marry someone with those same traits. And he did!!! The wedding was enjoyable, however, I have decided that I do not like receiving lines. I just do not. A reception, in my mind, should be a celebration. I am not the type of person that celebrates in a line.....anyways....enough of my rant. Levi and Cher are now off to their honeymoon in Scotland for 12 days!!! I hope he brings home a kilt and bagpipes. I had a great time catching up with friends, answering at least 50 questions about my personal life and when I was moving home, and defending my somewhat liberal views.

Collin was a handsome ring bearer - Carlee looks unsure about something

Yes, they walked down the aisle to a fiddle. It was a fine Idaho wedding.

Poke a Dots

Night at the Airport

I am stuck at the Minneapolis/St. Paul Airport for the night.

It's not that bad. Most of my needs are taken care of. The airport gave me a soft, burgundy cot and when I asked for a blanket and pillow, they said "let me get on that." Ten minutes later I had my very own blanket and pillow.

I thought, Hmm...I am hungry. What?!? There is a 24 hr. McDonald's here? Great. I walked down there with my cot in hand. I ordered my two favorite nighttime treats: ice cream and orange juice. If I can not sleep by 3:oo am then I will go back for the apple pie.

I made my way up to the quiet sitting area and created a safe haven. I laid down my cot and surrounded myself with chairs. I feel pretty safe.

I also have three of my favorite pastimes: the Internet, books, and people watching. Currently I am situated next to a Italian family that does not speak any English. They have the cutest little girl that keeps staring at me and the smiling. My other neighbor is a nice German lady. I am going to wake her up in the morning.

Not to mention that I was able to brush my teeth, wash my face, take out my contacts, and change into my pajamas.

There are a few downsides: the lights are bright so I probably will not sleep and those darn airport announcements. Don't we all know by now that we should not accept packages from someone or report unaccompanied packages or luggage?

The only thing that would make this better would be to have someone to share my ice cream.