"Money for nothing and your chicks for free"*

My husband may be handsome, but he has a nickname that reveals more about his personality than his looks: Chicken Hawk (after the little chicken hawk from the Foghorn Leghorn cartoons).

Some of his co-workers gave him this nickname, but it made sense to me on several levels. I seem to have an affinity for chickens. I was moved by a particular video about hatchery chicks and "Money for Nothing" was my favorite song as a kid (I used to sing chickens instead of chicks!).

Just the other day my mother found this stuffed animal that she said was my favorite when I was really little, like under three years old. I'll leave you with a picture of it (I don't think I need to point out how much it resembles the Chicken Hawk...even though I just did!!!).

*Dire Straits

"Pretty Handsome Awkward"*

Highlights from my first day in Baltimore include catching up with my sister, watching my nephew (the 9-year-old) chase after cars that potentially held Yankee players, getting a ball signed by Andy Pettitte, seeing A-Rod whack a home run off the first ball pitched to him in 2009, and listening to a couple of old ladies chatter away while paying very little attention to the baseball game.

So these ladies were at the game with their husbands. I'm not sure if they had ever been to a baseball game, but they did have some astute observations. For one, they noticed that some of the K's that were posted on the scoreboard were forwards and some were backwards. They didn't know what the K's meant (one of their husbands explained that a K was posted for each strikeout the home team's picture recorded), but they thought it was nice that some were backwards so the scoreboard didn't ever show three forward K's.

(Not that I disagreed about it being nice that there was never three forward K's in a row, but that's not the real reason why some of the K's were backwards. A forward K indicates the batter struck out swinging, and a backward K indicates the batter struck out looking.)

They also noticed how cute some of the baseball players are (hello, Derek Jeter!!!). No arguments there. At one point they asked me if my nephew was my brother, which my nephew found pretty hilarious. I wanted to say to them, "Didn't you notice my nephew calling my sister 'Mom'? If I was his sister that would make her my mom as well...not really feasible!"

Then towards the end of the game, they called my husband "the best looking fella" in the stadium, and they also said that they "may be old, but they can still look." My nephew again found all of this pretty hilarious, so the ladies turned their attention to him. "But you'll give him a run for his money in a few years. You have beautiful eyes."

I guess it's not so bad having the same taste in men as a couple of old ladies. They've seen a lot, so they probably have good taste, right? (Let's hope so for my husband's sake.)

*The Used

"Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave"*

I went to Camden Yards for the first time this past weekend. I hadn't been to Baltimore since eighth grade when my class stopped there for a few hours on the way to Washington, D.C, and was pleasantly surprised at all it had to offer. My brother-in-law and my nephew (the 9-year-old) have gone there a bunch of times over the last few years and really love the ballpark.

We went to see the Yankees play the Orioles on Friday and Saturday night. I swear there were as many, if not more, Yankees fans there than Orioles fans. I guess that's because now you really do have to agree to give up your first-born child in order to pay for tickets to the new Yankee Stadium, unless you want to sit in seats with obstructed views (and I thought engineers were supposed to be smart!). I haven't even been to the new Yankee Stadium yet and I'm already missing the old one.

Anyway, back to my trip to Baltimore. Let me warn you in advance (because no one bothered to tell me) that if you do go to Camden Yards keep on your guard during the singing of the Star-Spangled Banner. Orioles fans shout "O's!" (short for Orioles) when it gets to the line "Oh, say does that..." Aside from having thousands of shouting fans scare the crap out of me, I had some mixed feelings about defiling our national anthem (who knew I was such a patriot?).

Up next: How my trip to Baltimore made me realize my observations are right in line with those of a couple of septuagenarians (scary, I know!).

*Francis Scott Key