Thursday, February 18, 2016

Nemoanya Weather There Hon!

The journey has been outstanding thus far.  The biggest variance in transitional challenges has been that of the climatic persuasion.  Leaving hurricane ground zero for the schizophrenic weather of Maryland has been interesting.  I did grow up here and around this place but I just don't recall it being so damn indecisive.

I know writing about weather will not lead to a big fan base but truth be told...I'm in this for therapeutic reasons. Writing makes me feel good.

Now, when the Weeze and I arrived we had no furniture because it was in transit.  I have to say it was nice having other people pack our stuff and drive it to us a 1000 miles.  Very awesome.  But let me throw this out there.  Hey, Mayflower...Your packers are packing you!! I mean a total "push it in
1 towel and 3 pot holders in this box! 
session".   The packers get paid by the hour I would have to assume.  The bastards wrapped a dish towel in 5 pieces of damn paper!!! Our move cost Oregon a butt ton of oxygen releasing wooden things!  I am serious.  When Weezy was done un packing (I didn't get married to do all that now!) She filled a re cycling dumpster with all the paper.  That would be ok if we were living in Never Land Ranch...but a 2 bed room charmer in the city???  Yeah, no.

The mover himself was a very nice guy.  Took good care of everything.  Well, with the small exception of a 8 day notice of a looming blizzard.  "Oh, no...I'll be there no matter what!" he promised.  I told him over and over that this storm was no joke.  Guess who had to sleep at a truck stop in 4 feet of snow less than 3 miles from the good ol #31 bus route?  You guessed correctly. Weezy and I got to chill in our new digs with a small flat screen, two soccer mom chairs, an air mattress and a PS3.  Oh the #whiteboyproblems were definitely a foot.  Weezy made it through just fine.  I was going nuts.  But I am always going nuts.

Four days after our furniture arrived and we hauled the last of the @#$@#ing packing paper to the recycling it was a meager 54 degrees.  The mountains of snow were melting fast.  Then, because it was Tuesday, we endured a 14
degree day with 20 mile winds.  The blue bandit, Smurfette, had some frozen diet Pepsi's chilling in the cup holder.   I mean this weather is as easy to figure out as is a packer wrapping a box of q-tips in 6 pieces of packing paper.  Thank God they didn't break.

So, the first month is totally behind us and we have everything from T-shirt
and shorts weather to the Eskimo's revenge clothing line.  So, working at the Taj 'ma Teeter I notice a couple of older women (way older than Weezy) talking.  "It's Nemoanya weather there Hon!!!", says one lady to the other.
"Yup, Nay Nay shit got real this month"

I love Baltimore.
Photos taken by Weezy :)

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Hey, What's Going On?

It's easy to type a title like this when 4 non Blondes are piping through your Amazon music player.  Don't worry...I didn't buy it.  Not specifically any way.  What's going on is that good ol Kas and Weezy sorta got hooked on a little show that we watch on Amazon.  A free trial resulted in our addiction to the show "The Wire".  But today when I check my credit card balance I noticed that Amazon sent Omar in to jack me when I wasn't paying attention to free trial deadlines.  This cracka just got checked!  A full year subscription just swiped by a computerized stick up boy.  To that $108.09 I say "Bye, Felicia!".

It's all good because I still have 6 seasons to binge on and the Weeze is cheating on me while I'm hard at work because I see the little green line on the episode box.  C'Mon Weezey-Poo!  She's cool though because she'll watch it again just to watch my reaction.  I'm pretty predictable.  I nearly cried when Little Man bought it.

So, what's going on with the sweet little charm city we call home?  I need you crazy jack wagons to please calm down when you are getting all screwy on your Fells Point juice boxes.  A lady walking out of her bar job gets nailed by a psycho in a mini van?  Three dudes get shot in a club just a couple of doors down???  Maybe "The Wire" should of been filmed in Fells?  C'mon...what is going on??  I want something here.  I would like my homecoming to be kind and loving.  Like my lil Weezy.  Seriously, Janet is going to question my sanity and choice selection skills if we keep up this rambunctious behavior.  So...again...CALM THE @$@CK down!!!




Thank you...That is all.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Safety First

Weezy was a wee bit wary of moving back to Baltimore with me.  She's been in a safe boring  environment for a very long time.  The beautiful thing about taking the 31 is that it trolls thru Fells Point, Little Italy and ends in Dundalk.  I work in Canton so that's a pretty kush place in Baltimore.

We are about to set sail on an adventure to the Federal Hill area in a few minutes.  While we were up this morning plundering the internets Weezy did some more of her research.  She is famous for said research by the way.

Completing her research she was some what relieved that Baltimore happened to drop out of the top 100 nationally bad ass, get they shit taken places to live.  Weirdly enough Panama City, Florida (from whence we came) was on the list.  We both lived there in years past.  We left Niceville which did not make the list.  That surprises me because the Niceville "famous" Bay Beacon always had at least 10 - 20 arrests a week in their periodical!  WalMart was consistently ear marked for 4 to 9 shop lift bust a week.  Sally Sue must have that Skoal and Insulin test strips...or else.  Silly, silly, silly.

I finally convince Weezy that we are snug as a bug in a rug and there is a post on line for a dumb incident on S. Broadway in Fells.  CMON!!!!!  I go by that street every day on the way to work.  Oh, well.  I guess the struggle is real every where.

Today's mission to find all the cool free stuff we can get into EASTSIDE.  I'll be back!

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Taming Thames St.

So, we adventured to Fells Point.  The brick streets of Thames were awaiting our foot traffic in our pursuit of a fantastic lunch.  Weezy and I haven't been to this specific tavern in two years but we can't wait to get back there.  We enter the Duda's Tavern at noon and it's moderately busy.


Three older gentlemen sitting at the bar getting their Natty Boh on.  Business people sitting in the dining area that is actually only 7 inches from the bar.  Duda's is quite intimate so if you need a ton of personal space there probably is no need to go in to this establishment.  If you want to cuddle and eat really good food then...well it's unbeatable for this really.

It's important for me to show my woman a good time.  She's lived down in the south but she's no southern girl.  She's a lable-less woman.  Except she's mine.  The great thing about Duda's is that you get great food and it's all about that action boss.  The lady who waited on us also waited on everyone in the Tavern.  NO HELP.  None needed.  Had she had time to talk I would've got her name.  However, she was all about that action which gave me time to take care of my action.  Spending time with the scrabble champion, owl loving, photo taking, kung fu trained, Amos Lee loving, delicious mammal I call my wife.

She ate the crab dip fries and I had the Reuben.  It was served shortly after our appetizer order of onion rings arrived.  I was having an extreme insulin issue.  (I took about 15 units too many) So I was a sweaty mess.  Our server brought me out some bread and a Coke.  Then another Coke.  One more Coke...finally the sweat stopped pouring and I was able to pay attention to my Weeze!!!

We left a fat tip and off we go.  Adventure day is the best.  The plan is always to have no plan.  Where the day takes you is sufficient enough.  Let's talk about those random destinations...

The Natty Boh Gear store!!!  What a great place.  I had a blast in this little shop of Bmore treasures.  Orioles gear and Natty stuff all over.  I linked their site so click on it.  The prices are actually mind blowingly low.  I even got an O's hat for under 25 bucks.  The shop keeper wasn't all up in our business either.  Very laid back.  Just across the street on Thames I definitely give this place a thumbs up.

You see part of my passion for Baltimore is that I have always felt at home and like I knew anyone I talked to here.  I watch the Wire and as much as I love the show there is just so much more here.  It is the city of misfits.  Tattoo people hanging with banker hanging with sailor hanging with housewife hanging with artist hanging with musician hanging with your mother!  And we all really do care about each other.  This was going through my mind as I caught a glimpse of an odd shaped gallery protruding about a half a block away.

Baltimore Seen! The gallery of Robert McClintock.  Not only did we get to see some great POV art...We were entertained by the artist and his Pit bull in the gallery.  This doesn't happen in New York and it damn sure doesn't happen in Crestview Florida.  The pit bull part but not this docile version.  It ended a truly great plan less day.  The best Monday ever and a great way to celebrate the melting away of 30 inches of record setting snow.  A blizzard in which I had no internet access!!!  Oh, the blogging I could've done.

Anyway.