My Worst Fear

Well maybe not my WORST fear (serial killers), but it's pretty close.

I have a confession to make. I've been living in Baltimore City for about 5 years but only registered to vote IN the city last year... and that registration was accidental. Don't get me wrong, I voted in all general elections (because I was registered in the county) but never voted for Baltimore city positions.

Why? Why would I abuse a right that I hold so dear? Because I didn't want to get selected for jury duty. Let's be honest folks, I live in Baltimore City. Murders happen all the frickin' time. The chances of getting picked for jury duty are pretty high so I was avoiding it as much as possible.

When I changed my last name last year, I selected a little checkbox that said to update my voter registration card. I was also sure to check the "update name only" box so that my address would not change. Well dammit, they changed it (those sneaky little bastards) and what did I get in the mail yesterday? A Jury Qualification Form. The weird thing, however, is that they used my maiden name.

There was a big notice on the front that stated that I had to return this form within 5 days or I could face a penalty up to $1000 or 30 days in jail. Seriously?

Argh! The Mr. tried to be optimistic and said, "they pay you for jury duty!". Boo. I think I can do without the $20 check they give you.

The Mr. said I should just pretend to be ultra-conservative and say things like, "I belong to the NRA!" and "I hate the poor!" to get out of it. Maybe I should also say something like, "I hate myself for being a minority". Or is that going to far?

How do you get out of jury duty?!

Fun Day Field Trip

This weekend was Dollar Days in Baltimore. This is a promotion that takes place nearly every winter to get people to visit the museums and sites of Charm City. Since we hadn't seen Theresa in awhile, we decided to hit up the Baltimore Museum of Industry on Saturday and oh what a fun day it was. And it was only $1!

I smell a picture post...

Don't git pox, git pie! I had no idea what this meant. But it was a little frightening. I think this advertising slogan was meant to instill fear into people so they'd buy pie. If my choice was between getting pox or pie, I'd probably get the pie.


Theresa showcasing that she really needs to open a bakery.


Some of my favorite war bond signs.



Old people warm my heart. I wanted to hug this volunteer demonstrating the printing press. He printed us a copy of the Star Spangled Banner.




Fun in the sheet metal exhibition.



Now onto the random stuff we just thought made for an interesting picture.