I’m going to rock you like a gravel road: A weekend at Monocacy!

I have a confession.  I don’t wear underwear when I do Civil War living history. No, instead of underwear, I wear period correct split leg drawers that come down to my knees.  There was this deliciously bizarre moment this weekend when the guys were pulling up their trousers comparing socks and drawers and I was […]

Well, it looks like this will be happening: And preparation for Monocacy begins

I am notoriously bad at being outdoors. As an example of how I poorly I function in a non-artificially lit environment, I submit to you following experience: when I was, oh, let’s say around nineteen years old, The Hubs (who was then just The Boyfriend) invited me to his friend’s hunting camp for the weekend, […]

A fond jaunt down memory lane finds me nineteen and naive

In June, The Hubs and I will be celebrating our eleventh wedding anniversary.  September marks thirteen years since we started dating.  This, of course, begs the question how I’m old enough to have been with the same guy for thirteen years.  Impossible, because I remember my sweet sixteenth birthday party and it really doesn’t seem […]

The Missing Stairs OR My hour and a half as an archeolgist

It pains me to say it, but this year marks ten years since I graduated from college.  It was 2004 and my hair color was currently blonde.  I was convinced my fresh, magna cum ladue graduating, 3.93 GPA Communications Bachelor degree with a specialization in corporate communications was going to promptly lead to a job […]