Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 233

Martin gets rattled

Hot Gov. Martin Oโ€™Malley ain’t happy. Who with? Republican Texas Gov. Rick Perry.

“I know from past experience that the gentleman is all hat and no cattle,” Oโ€™Malley told the Washington Post prior to the Maryland Democratic Party gala in Greenbelt on Thursday night.

Rick Perry

Rick Perry

Perry has rattled Martin by appearing in radio ads trying to lure businesses to Texas by criticizing states such as Maryland, California and Missouri as having high taxes and too much regulation.

Taxes are high – we often comment/moan about it. Tax on your bill, tax for alcohol.

That aside, what intrigued me was the phrase – is this a well used American phrase ‘all hat and no cattle’? Or is just used against a Texan?

We Brits use ‘all mouth and no trousers’. Perhaps I could apply that one to Martin and see what happens then….? ๐Ÿ˜‰

Martin, time to drop your taxes - and your pants....?

Martin, time to drop your taxes – and your pants….?

New school bus stop

Just look where they’re picking up the kids from now in America! Or is the driver having a quick stop off?

What's going on here then?

What’s going on here then?

Rennfest 2013

Last year we touched on Rennfest briefly. I liked it a lot. It’s all set in wood, with proper little houses and castles and jousting arenas and there is mead and cider and we are surrounded by pirates and knights and wenches. This year I would describe it as Game of Thrones meets Henry VIII.

Defo Game of Thrones

Defo Game of Thrones

See what I'm saying?!

See what I’m saying?!

Anyhoo, these are my Rennfest 2013 observations:

1. I did not know that jousting was the official sport of Maryland. Harry is disappointed this is not on the school curriculum. We witnessed some fierce and most excellent jousting.

The jousting arena hots up

The jousting arena hots up

2. There are A LOT of mock English accents going on. People are ‘English’ for a day. One little man dressed in green stood behind me in a queue and spoke thus, ‘Excuse me mi lady, I was just seeking a place to rest my staff.’ At first I thought he had mastered British innuendo rather brilliantly, but then I realised he ‘was in character’ and was just being a sort of peasant person at the bar. People keep in character all day and it much amused me to hear them struggle through a sentence in their accents, which they have been working on all year, no doubt, and then us to easily and nonchalantly reply in REAL English ones. They looked right miffed, I can tell you!

Authentic or not?

Authentic or not?

3. People in character have pretend conversations with each other. Heard outside the ‘Privees’ – ‘And what hath thou been up to all day, wench?’ ‘I hath been cooking and cleaning, m’lord.’ ‘Ah, good wench thou are.’ Etc. Gave me the giggles, that did.

These two actually gave a cute performance

These two actually gave a cute performance

4. I felt like the Gok Wan of the Renaissance world. This is because some women overdo the undergarments and their breasticles are practically touching their chin/s. High like a shelf some of them were, bouncing all over the place. One does not know where to put one’s eyes. Anyhow, these ladies with fearsome boobs are a darn sight better than the women who choose not wear any undergarments at all. These ones just look like udders and flop about in an unsightly way, with all sorts nearly popping out. It might be authentic, but next year Rennfest needs to get a bra shop and I will work there and help fit bras on those poor women with boobage issues.

Some boobage

Some boobage

5. The traditional ‘turkey leg’ was not a turkey leg as know it! It was a ham hock, for sure! That’s the hammiest turkey I’ve ever tasted. Nice, though!

I declare this is not turkey!

I declare this is not turkey!


That's what we ate (minus veges and gravy!)

That’s what we ate (minus veges and gravy!)

6. The dancing boys blew me away. Wow, those boys can dance. The highlight of my Rennfest were these two guys giving their belly-dancing wiggle. ‘It’s my passion,’ one of them cooed in my ear. And then, lo and behold, Harry starts giving his wiggle to the crowd, much to my delight!

Curious and marvellous!

Curious and marvellous!

Too cute!

Too cute!

7. It’s pretty easy to tell the pros Rennfest peeps from the amateurs. Those pros are hardcore, their costumes are for real and they live and breathe it. The amateurs are just very pissed on mead.

Johnny Depp?!

Johnny Depp?!

Kind of freaked me out...

Kind of freaked me out…

He was just hot

He was just hot

She was lovely!

She was lovely!

Such a lively place, we love it

Such a lively place, we love it

Fancy one of them?

Fancy one of them?

Some 'traditional' theatre

Some ‘traditonal’ theatre

Strange

Strange

Hurrah for Rennfest!

Hurrah for Rennfest!

And that was Rennfest on a glorious September afternoon. Most excellent! Good job, Maryland ๐Ÿ™‚

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 232

Watch out UK!

I read today that Dunkin’ Donuts is to take on Krispy Kreme in a bid to crack the UK market 20 years after pulling out of Britain. I didn’t even know they had tried and failed.

Could this slogan soon change to read 'Britain runs on Dunkin'...' Somehow I think not!

Could this slogan soon change to read ‘Britain runs on Dunkin’…’ Somehow I think not!

This story ran in the Daily Mail and my favourite comment from a dedicated British bakery fan is this: ‘Tesco’s doughnuts from the bakery are better than these overpriced ones and Greggs beat them all hands down!’

Donuts/dougnuts, Greggs/Dunkin’ – it’s all much of muchness of sugar crap ain’t it?! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Am I offending anyone with my British sense of humour?

Sometimes I wonder if my Carry On style, raucous, rude and very British sense of humour is offensive to my American cousins?

I do like to drop in the odd Britishism like ‘w*nker’ and ‘tw*t’ and ‘blo*dy hell’ because some of my chums love a good bit of authentic British swearing. It almost verges on charming, I’ve been told.

But my other half commented recently that he checks himself sometimes in the company of our American friends and sometimes restrains himself from making that obvious British comment. Interesting. To be fair, both hubby and I can be a little off the scale even in British terms when we want to be. So have we modified our ‘humour’ in the company of Americans? Maybe, just a little. Of course, there is always the issue that what we say is lost in translation on occasion.

What an excellent book!

What an excellent book!

Sometimes, I guess us Brits are just not that subtle.

We do swear, yes we chuffin’ well do!
We do enjoy more ‘toilet’ humour and quite readily drop in a sex joke when we can.
We love innuendo, when we can get it (see what I did there?).
Jovial insults – we Brits love doing this to each other. I do it a lot to my other half, or ‘kn*bhead’, as I like to call him.

Ah, marvellous seaside postcard humour!

Ah, marvellous seaside postcard humour!

Are we Brits offensive to Americans? Have any Brits out here been so outrageous with their British humour that Americans have recoiled in horror? I’d like to know! Americans – what do we say that is downright horrifying?!

BBC America also reflects on some other things that we Brits do that Americans might consider to be offensive – stingy tipping, and criticizing American heritage anyone……?

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 231

I take it back about the rain in the USA

We’ve had a few hours tonight of craaaazy thunderstorms, American stylie. So much so that they’ve only gone and cancelled some football matches.

An alert read thus:

‘Because of a severe thunderstorm watch in the area, all Howard County football games scheduled to be played Thursday night have been postponed.’

Not just rain, mind you. Massive gurt (that is a UK West Country word for ‘great’) thunderstorms that have big, mad rain and that really do offer crazy – almost scary – thunder and lightning.

A bit like that, I swear....

A bit like that, I swear….

Anyway, I take it back (sort of) and sorry to those folks who wanted to watch the football. Nevermind, there is plenty more to come (and I mean that – it’s gone football mad here in HoCo, especially with the Ravens playing a home game on Sunday – look how clever and up to speed I am for knowing that!)

This is football I'm referring to, not soccer ;)

This is football I’m referring to, not soccer ๐Ÿ˜‰

I wanna be on the telly

I want to go on here with Shari and Brenda.

I met both of them briefly recently – Shari during the 4 July parade and Brenda at a Healthy Howard County event I was involved in. I just have to be part of this! Making a Difference – it’s just great, ain’t it?!

Shari and Brenda - and me...?!

Shari and Brenda – and me…?!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 230

Tornado training

When I ask my five-year old son what he did in his U.S school at the end of every day I usually expect the following answers:

a) nothing (he says nothing)
b) so and so did something naughty and I did not do that naughty thing
c) nothing (he tells me they did nothing)

Anyway, yesterday when I asked that very same question, I got this response:

‘We all hid under the desks in case a tornado came.’

‘Oh, I see. So you know what to do if a tornado comes now.’

‘Yes. Is there one on the way?’

‘Um, no, not that I know of.’

‘Can we do tornado practice at home?’

‘Yes we can…’ (my eyes are gleaming with thoughts of ruby slippers and Emerald Cities….. ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

I have them ready for tornado practice

I have them ready for tornado practice

Tornado practice! Well I never! Do UK schools have anything similar I wondered? Bloody-loads-of-rain practice for example?

What's at the end of your tornado?

What’s at the end of your tornado?

Which leads me on to the fact that outside after-school activities were cancelled here in Howard County yesterday because it was TOO HOT. That would NEVER happen in the UK! Many a summer sports day or sports match has been cancelled because it has been too bloomin’ wet, or probably even too icy, but never too hot!

That'll be the cricket cancelled then

That’ll be the cricket cancelled then

Saying that, there’s one hell of a thunderstorm heading this way…..

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 229

9/11

What were you doing this time 12 years ago?

I was working as a Communications Officer and was eating a pork and rice lunch (funny how your remember these things) at my desk at the University of Gloucestershire. The internet was our ‘lunchtime only’ treat (that’s what the bosses thought) and the BBC News website that I was browsing mentioned some attacks in New York. I read on as the news filled up with images that were hard to see, hard to understand. I didn’t go to my creative writing course that evening – my tutor cancelled class – and we just sat in, watching the TV as the same horrendous pictures and footage and eye-witness accounts of that day filled the screen.

NYC, 9/11

NYC, 9/11

Facebook today is filled with memories of 9/11. I often ask my American friends what they were doing on that day.

These are some of the comments that have struck me, and which are a strong reminder of how people must have felt as events unfolded before their eyes.

This morning we wanted to take a moment to reflect and acknowledge this day…may we always be surrounded by Peace and Harmony today and always…

Prayers and blessings to the United States through all we have in front of us, behind us and presently living…let us all get along, with peace and harmony!

GOD Bless America…REMEMBER, REFLECT WITH HOPE & FAITH 9-11-2001

Little did I know 12 years ago when I received a phone call about a suspected terror attack in New York, the impact it would have on our lives. Lest we forget!

“You can be sure that the American spirit will prevail over this tragedy.”
–Colin Powell

Never forget – The tragedy or the triumph.

I know this happened in the US but I feel it affects people the world over.

Haunting images of that day

Haunting images of that day

12 years. Can’t believe it. #neverforget

12 years ago I was teaching kindergarten. A mom called–“Tell K her dad is alright.” Only as the day unfolded did I get it. He worked at the Pentagon, but wasn’t there that day.

12 years ago I first thought some fool crashed his Cessna into a tower. Shortly after I knew we were under attack. Remember watching the first tower fall on TV, all the rumors of places being bombed, building closed, Will wondering why all the kids had early dismissal, and NO planes in the clear blue September Tuesday sky.

It’s 9-11. In remembrance of those who lost their lives. A new tower rises as a testimony to that dark day.

A new tower rises

A new tower rises

Please add your memory and thoughts by leaving a comment here on the blog, or on the Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/UKDesperateHousewifeUSA

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 228

DC Metro

I had not yet experienced the DC Metro until this Sunday. The event itself was pretty, well, pretty uneventful. But I wanted to get a sense of the Metro. Of course, on Sunday, you don’t really get a sense of anything apart from people mooching on and off trains and around the town. There is none of that mad dash city commuter rush thing going on.

Ain't that just an American thing?!

Ain’t that just an American thing?!

How did it compare to the London Underground, that hectic maze that had once taken me from home to work and back again on a relentlessly monotonous daily basis? From north London to South London, an hour door to door, I was like a catatonic robot on the tube, standing in the same place, reading the same bits of the Metro at the same stops, getting off at Finchley Road, Green Park, Lambeth, almost always in the dark, in the grime, under the cobbled streets of London that echoed with murders, mayhem and history past….. ooh, I do fancy myself as a bit of a Victorian mystery writer.

Anyway, I digress (again). The DC Metro was quite favourable, all said and done. Pretty easy to navigate, not too dirty (okay, a bit dirty, but so is the Tube on some lines), and speedy enough to get to our destination. I would have liked to have found the owner of the over-sized false eyelash stuck to my seat and ask about her night out, but it was not to be.

DC Metro lines

DC Metro lines

DC on a Sunday? Like London on a Sunday. I like it.

PTA picnic and disco

The moment the PTA flyer came back from school announcing the school picnic and disco I knew I had to find something wholly inappropriate to wear ๐Ÿ˜‰

In the end, I chose a [disappointingly] mildly inappropriate outfit.

That aside, the USA elementary schools sure know how to put on an event. It was like a mad disco on the school playground, with free popcorn and loads of really cool fun stuff. And the PTA.

Let’s discuss KonaIce. This is not a UK thing, and I have yet to understand its appeal. It is ice that you pour colourful liquid sugar on and eat, and then your mouth goes the colour you chose and the ice melts and it’s all a bit of a messy slush (actually, saying that now it sounds a bit like Slush Puppies…). Anyways, the kids LOVE it! And the queue was loooooong to get your KonaIce. Oh, yes it was.

We are no. 45 in the queue. For ice with sugar crap on. Sigh.

We are no. 45 in the queue. For ice with sugar crap on. Sigh.

During this tedious time in the queue for KonaFriggingIce (not for me, I hasten to add) I heard a shout out by the DJs for the ‘parents of Harry Winston’. Yes, that will be my son who has lost his parents and cannot find them anywhere. My first ever ‘lost child’ shout out! What will the PTA think?!

(FYI, for some reason my son does not use his surname, but his middle name instead, and no, we did not intentionally name him after a jewellers (albeit an upmarket one in NYC). If I had intentionally named him after a jewellers, I guess it would have been a British one, and therefore he would be known as H. Samuel……shudder.)

Anyhow, you will be pleased to know that we got our KonaIce in the end! Hurrah!

The KonaIce phenomenon....

The KonaIce phenomenon….

At last!

At last!

Noted at the picnic – only blimmin’ Ken Ulman, HoCo Chief Executive, and his hot patootie wife Jaki keeping it real! Bless their normalcy (in the UK I think we would say normalness or normality, though know I’ve said both of those neither of them seem right….). Try again – kudos to the Ulmans for being regular folk ๐Ÿ™‚

Finally, the party dudes making the disco happen. Awesome. Totally awesome in a totally American way.

Love these guys!

Love these guys!

Now that’s how to do a school playground disco. Good job, PTA……

๐Ÿ™‚

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 227

Gettysburg

I don’t know enough about the Civil War, as I’ve said before, apart from that which I’ve gleaned from movies and TV series.

So a trip to Gettysburg was what was needed to rectify that.

People in the town are dressed up in Union and Confederate outfits all over the place

People in the town are dressed up in Union and Confederate outfits all over the place

I’ll be honest, I thought Gettysburg was a large field and we would look at one end and be shown where the ‘goodies’ stood and then at the other end and see where the ‘baddies’ stood, and then look in the middle and see where the battle was, and that would be that.

But it was sooooo much more than that, sooooo much vaster than that, soooo much more complex than that and soooo much more interesting than that.

If you haven’t been, go. You will most certainly feel educated, inspired and humbled, whatever your slant on the war.

Apologies for the number of pictures, but the landscape, scenery and monuments were just too breathtaking not to share.

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Now I need to watch all my favourite Civil War movies again, bearing in mind the Gettysburg Battle, the Gettysburg Address and all that I learned (with our own personal tour guide, who gave a roaringly bloody account of some of the battles).

Awesomeness, I declared as we drove away……for this could have been a very different America if had not been for that battle. After all, the American Civil war began in 1861, and lasted four grueling, horrific years. It took the lives of over 650,000 men, and left countless others horribly mangled. It was a war that almost tore the nation apart, and might very well have done so had it not been for the Union victory at the battle of Gettysburg. A truly historic place.

Sororities and fraternities

So, what do we Brits know about Sororities and Fraternities? Bugger all, I do declare. It’s not part of our culture.

Good job, then, that I know a couple who are married and met through their ‘frat’ and ‘sorority’ houses at University.

They are a ritual, a rites of passage, for any University student in the USA it seems, and recruitment is tough, routined and highly organised.

Bowling Green State University Students and Members of the Kappa Alpha Order and Tau Kappa Epsilon at their joint philanthropy thingymajig

Bowling Green State University Students and Members of the Kappa Alpha Order and Tau Kappa Epsilon at their joint philanthropy thingymajig

Not at all like our Freshers’ Fayres at the UK unis, then, where the clubs would set up a wobbly stand, stick a few Post-Its on and attempt to spell the name of their club in cut-out letters which they placed on a board with unsticky blu-tac.

No sororities or fraternities in the UK

No sororties or fraternities in the UK

The club captains would then either:

a) mumble at passers-by about how exhilarating it would be to join the Crossword Puzzle Club and offer non-alcoholic pop in a cracked plastic cup and free thesaurus; or
b) dress up as a C*CK and/or jump about in your underwear, offering free shags with the hockey team and a shot glass of ArseBurner if they signed up to the Football Club.

I’ve seen it all ๐Ÿ˜‰

Anyway, we digress. Back to American universities.

Fraternities and sororities (from the Latin words frater and soror, meaning “brother” and “sister” respectively) are fraternal social organizations for undergraduate students. In modern-day as it is, the term “Greek letter organization” is often synonymous in North America, with the terms “fraternity” and “sorority”.

Apparently, ‘typically, Greek letter organizations are gender-based initiatory organizations. Membership is typically considered active during the undergraduate years only, although a notable exception to this rule are historically black, Latino, Asian, and multicultural organizations, in which active membership continues, and into which members are often initiated long after the completion of their undergraduate degrees. As with Freemasonry, Greek letter organizations may sometimes be considered mutual aid societies, providing academic and social activities. Some groups also maintain a chapter house, providing residential and dining facilities for members.’

Names are like ‘Alpha Delta Phi’ or ‘Beta Chi Theta’, or just ‘Farmhouse’. ๐Ÿ˜‰ It’s true!

Yes, these girls are real sorority girls. Read more about their 'Chapter Life' here.... https://www.pibetaphi.org/pibetaphi/PBP/Chapters/chapter.aspx?id=13568

Yes, these girls are real sorority girls.
Read more about their ‘Chapter Life’ here….
https://www.pibetaphi.org/pibetaphi/PBP/Chapters/chapter.aspx?id=13568

So, I begin to understand how it is constructed – but I want to know how it WORKS, what it feels like to be in one and what it means.

This is what I learned from my friend’s account of sororities at her University….

1. Yes, there is Jello wrestling in some houses by some fraternities (good to hear). But, hazing does exist, and it generally involves the Red Solo Cup and little clothing…

Oh boys!

Oh boys!

2. There is something called Greek Week. Greek Week is usually a three-week period in April where Greek students participate in programs and events that celebrate the values of the office of Greek Life and promote a fun environment, highlighting the talents and dedication of the Greek Community to their city, town and university. The mission of Greek Week is to develop and maintain positive relationships within the community, the campus community, and the Greek community. And sororities and fraternities win stuff for being ace at things.

This is part of the Greek letter thing and has very strict rules.

Here are some of the rules:

‘All Greeks must remember that when in public they are representing not only their own organization, but also the fraternity/sorority community as a whole. Keep in mind that there are families and non-students who also share our community. Give them the respect they deserve.

‘No alcohol is permitted at any event. If alcohol is found on an individual at an event that is grounds for disqualification of your chapter from Greek Week as well as potential conduct/judicial repercussions. If an individual from any chapter, including alumni, appear to be intoxicated at any event, public safety will be called with the possibility of disqualification from Greek Week. These rules regarding alcohol at events apply regardless of age. Social events with alcohol will adhere to all councilsโ€™ and FSL social policies. All Greek Week events should be over no later than 11:00pm; however times may vary.’

Woa, man, they are strict! In the UK, we might just have one rule: ‘Don’t throw up on the bus on the way home’. ๐Ÿ˜‰

IFC Academic Cup - Phi Kappa Psi - I think I might have guessed this award :)

Greek Week – IFC Academic Cup – Phi Kappa Psi – I think I might have guessed this award ๐Ÿ™‚

3. You can get in a fraternity of sorority based on all sorts of attributes, but if you are a high performing academic or achiever then you are looked on my certain sororities most favourably. It also kind of helps if you are nice, cool, philanthropic, kind, good-looking and drink beer. Except if you are in the Goth Fraternity, which I think might only require the latter attribute, along with wearing black and doing your make up like Robert Smith from The Cure.

Oh my, is this the Desperate Housewife sorority?!

Oh my, is this the Desperate Housewife sorority?!

4. If you get married after having met and been in a fraternity and sorority your ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ will sing a song and maybe do push ups (if applicable) at your wedding as part of the ritual. Most excellent.

5. If you wish to get into a sorority, the ‘bigs’ (elders) will discuss the candidacy of each girl who wishes to be a new recruit (a ‘little’). They look at their perceived pluses and minuses, grades, personality, social ability and if they have caused any trouble.

Doing some good in the community with your sorority.

Doing some good in the community with your sorority.

6. There are different personalities of sororities – maybe academic or historical buff, or lip gloss and pink heels girlygirls. Or there might even be an anti-sorority sorority. Interesting.

7. One sorority had a t-shirt for their girls to wear which read ‘I’m the kind of girl you can take home to meet your mom, but I will also drink your dad under the table.’ Ace.

Get your Greek letter hoody (or Farmhouse one, if available)

Get your Greek letter hoody (or Farmhouse one, if available)

8. Once you’re in a sorority you know secret stuff about them and you can’t go into another one for period of time. In case you share said secret stuff, innit.

9. The traditions and rituals of the fraternities and sororities are kept alive and are part of the graduates’ personality and resume as they go on through life.

10. Not everyone chooses to join a sorority or fraternity. They just go down the pub/bar or don’t go out of their rooms ever. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Also known as....

Also known as….

I wanted my friend to tell me what group I would be part of. She chose the lip gloss/pink sorority, and then the academic one too, for good measure ๐Ÿ™‚

I want to be part of an honorary sorority. Either that or I’ll repeat my Humanities degree, just to find out what it’s like.

I’ll just have to enroll next year and set up my own sorority….now what should it be called….? ๐Ÿ˜‰

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 226

Cop ride along and shooting

Yeeehah! I got me a police ride along and shooting practice lined up. Totally bricking it and looking forward to it at the same time ๐Ÿ˜‰

When I told my friend this she told me her ex-husband had been a cop in Western District of Baltimore City, where I’m going, in the 1970s and only two of his co-workers were still alive…..

Anyway, my police ride-along escort for the Western District of Baltimore City has promised me: ‘…..crime reduction and prevention, project housing, entirely vacant blocks, and open air drug markets. It’s not like any other jurisdiction in the state.’

Patrolling the West District

Patrolling the West District

And, thankfully, he’s also promised me a Kevlar vest, since, in case you ask, yes, this is pretty much the land of The Wire. Holy smokes, no wonder I’m bricking it just a little bit. But I can’t wait to see it for real, and maybe dispel some myths, chat to the police guys and gals about their work and begin to understand it all first hand.

As far as shooting at the range goes, I’ve been offered some practical advice – actually, read that as fashion advice, which I would not usually take from anyone, but in this case I think needs must…

I’m told: ‘Guns eject HOT brass that tends to bounce off of walls and land in women’s cleavage, so dress conservatively (haha). Also: wear sneakers. If hot brass gets stuck between your toes while wearing sandals, you will do a funny dance :)’

In addition – and my favourite bit that the cop tells me: ‘I had a rather large-chested friend show up with a low-cut tank top one hot summer day. It was amusing to watch her dance and try to fish out a hot brass shell from her top! The burn marks, not so amusing!

‘Also bring a baseball style cap if you have one. Sometimes, a shell might bounce and land behind your protective eye glasses. I’ve never seen it happen but it has been documented. A hat with the brim forward will prevent any burns to the eyes. Don’t be scared though…’

I’m not scared….much! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Watch out for hot bits on yer wotsits

Watch out for hot bits on yer wotsits

Yard sale!

A Fall tradition (fyi, I still class this as summer cos it’s hot and I am wearing Daisy Dukes), apparently, is the Yard Sale.

Signs galore are up in our neighbourhood, so we want to try them out, naturally.

They are a most marvellous thing! And just like on TV or the movies. Everyone is selling lemonade, the neighbours are popping round buying your junk and selling their own on their front drive. I love yard sales; they are like a community get together at everyone else’s house/driveway. And people do drive to go to a Yard Sale – the real bargain hunters, that is – no nosy novices like us.

Oh, and I didn’t realise you can haggle! We were actively encouraged to seek a bargain and haggle away – that’s the way of the Yard Sale!

For example:
‘Three dollars, please.’
‘How about one?’
‘I’ll take two dollars.’
‘Okidokie!’

Like that.

Garage/yard sale

Garage/yard sale

One person's junk....

One person’s junk….

A bed...

A bed…

The Mullet

Is this 80s phenomenon really around in the USA still? Surely not!

Proof: Towson Cheesecake Factory, 6 September – the mullet is alive and well. ๐Ÿ˜‰

The offending mullet

The offending mullett

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 225

A Cup of Sugar

When I moved in to this neighbourhood I asked for only one thing. That was for my neighbours to bring me round a basket of muffins or a cup of sugar. This did not happen, and my American dream nearly shattered……

However, after a year, my neighbours spoke to me today.

‘Well, hello, are you our new neighbours?’

“Sort of. We’ve been here a year now.’ (I’m smiling, despite it all.)

‘A year! How time flies. Nice to meet you.’

‘Nice to meet you.’ (Genuinely, it was.)

‘Listen, if you need a cup of sugar or anything, just come on over and knock….we’ll be in…’

‘Oh thank you, I will!’ (V bright and sparky now.)

I'll have one of those, please :)

I’ll have one of those, please ๐Ÿ™‚

And there we have it, the invite I’ve been waiting for! My American dream is not shattered after all and it comes in the form of a cup of sugar, albeit a year late. It’s so American to say ‘cup of sugar’. In the UK we might just say ‘give us a knock if you need some milk or your drain is blocked or whatever.’

Tomorrow I might just make a cake, and I might just need a cup of sugar….they had better be in….. ๐Ÿ˜‰

What to do if a cop pulls you over

Apparently, according to several expats, the thought of being pulled over by the police on the highway is terrifying.

I think I might find it interesting and would probably blog about it, secure a ride-along with the police officer and invite myself over for a cook out next Sunday, but that aside…yes, what do you do? Hands on the wheel where he/she can see them….? All I know is what I’ve seen on TV and in movies, naturally.

'Afterbubble, Cunstanoon....'

‘Afterbubble, Cunstanoon….’

Of course, the interweb holds all the answers….

1. Look for a convenient spot to pull over. Simply slowing down and activating your turn signal will usually be enough to indicate to the officer that you intend to pull over within reasonable distance. Try to find a close parking lot or wide shoulder of the road. Many officers will appreciate the consideration.

2. Relax. Take a deep breath and calm down to help things go smoothly.

3. Roll down your driver’s side window, along with any windows which are tinted. If it is dark, turn on interior lights. Make all your movements slowly–the officer is watching you carefully to make sure you’re not drawing a weapon or hiding something. Do not reach for anything in the passenger compartment of your vehicle or under your seat.

NB: If you have electric windows, remember to roll down your window before shutting off your engine! If you forget to do this, and have to start the car again, the officer could take it as sign that you are going to run.

4. Place the car in “park” and turn off the ignition. Put your keys on the dashboard. Doing so gives the officer more confidence that you will not suddenly flee. Sit still; any suspicious movement from you (even a sudden lowering of one or both shoulders) can prompt a search.

5. Keep your hands in plain sight, preferably on the top of the steering wheel, with your fingers visible.

Keep those hands where I can see then, ma'am!

Keep those hands where I can see then, ma’am!

[Yep, I know this from the movies ๐Ÿ˜‰ ]

6. When the officer comes to your window, don’t speak first. He or she will usually ask for your license and registration, and is not obliged to tell you why they pulled you over before you comply. Reach towards your wallet or glove compartment, but do it slowly and deliberately. If you’re in a dark area, the officer will follow your hands with his flashlight. Finish this process before anything else, then put your hands back on the wheel. While the officer checks your license and vehicle status via radio, keep your hands on the steering wheel.

7. Keep your answers non-committal and brief. Open-ended questions can get you into trouble, especially if the officer is trying to extract admissions out of you that can be used against you in court.

– If you’re asked “Do you know why I stopped you?” say “No.”
– If you’re asked “Do you know how fast you were going?” say “Yes.” Answering “No” to this question will lead the officer to believe that you are ignorant of the speed limit or how fast you are going.
– If the officer asks, “Do you have a good reason that would make you need to hurry?” say, “No.” If you say “yes,” then even if you were not speeding the officer will believe that you were, and you’ll probably get a ticket.
– If the officer tells you how fast you were going, say “I see” or don’t say anything at all. Silence is not an admission of guilt.
– If he/she asks “Have you been drinking?” (But, he/she does NOT smell alcohol.) Say no in case you were stopped, driving in an erratic manner. Tell him if you take medications or have an illness that can cause driving problems. If the officer spots “open containers” of beer, other alcohol, or smells alcohol, you should expect testing and/or demonstrating your coordination and balance.

Totally.

Totally.

8. Comply with any orders by the officer. Refusing to comply with an officer’s orders will identify you as either resistant or rebellious. This gives the officer the belief that they have the opportunity to use force to make you obey the orders. Save yourself the trouble and comply with all orders given to you.

If the officer sees any illegal objects in plain view, he or she can open the door, reach in, and get it.

In the USA, moving vehicles are subject by law enforcement to search with probable cause after a traffic stop. Probable cause may include observing occupants in suspicious activities, remarks and things that the officer can smell, see or hear like safety violations, open containers, potential weapons, etc.

Do not engage the officer in any unnecessary conversation! They know why they pulled you over, and anything you say may be used against you. You have a right to remain silent and not incriminate yourself. Don’t talk unless responding to a question from the officer. This goes for your passengers as well. Also do not name drop if you know an officer he/she works with or not. Chances are that the officer who stopped you assumes you know the other officer because of a prior violation and/or arrest.

Do not exit the vehicle unless requested to do so. This is almost always perceived as a threat and it is safer for you inside the car than outside, near traffic. Whenever asked to exit the vehicle, make sure the doors lock behind you.

9. Be polite, and do not argue if you are given a ticket. There’s plenty of time later in traffic court if you choose to contest it. Instead, thank the officer; they’ll reciprocate with more politeness and possibly let you off a bit, for example although you may still have to pay they’ll probably give you your license back rather than keeping it.

I love this, particularly the deep breaths bit. Deep breaths, and don’t cack your pants, basically.

Rocket launch!

I got an email today from NASA! Wow, did they want me to blog about hanging out in a space shuttle in space or something like that?

No, they did not. But they did want to tell me that there may be something interesting in the sky along the mid Atlantic coast tonight.

‘A U.S. Air Force Minotaur V orbital rocket will be launched from the Wallops Flight Facility in Virginia. The launch of the 90-foot tall rocket may be visible through-out the Eastern United States. Depending on the weather conditions in oneโ€™s area, this launch is expected to highly visible from the Carolinas to northern Maine and west to West Va. and Pittsburgh.
Launch Date/Time: September 6, 11:27 p.m. EDT
Backup launch days: September 7 – 10
The launch will be shown live on NASA TV or at http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/nasatv/index.html
beginning at 9:30 p.m. on launch day. Updates also will be available on the NASA Wallops Facebook and Twitter sites, and the Wallops launch status line at 757-824-2050.’

It's one of these babies!

It’s one of these babies!

Cool! I don’t think I’ll be awake, but still, how awesome! And Wallops – love that word. I will be using that a lot ๐Ÿ™‚

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 224

What the expats have to say about America

I hung out with a bunch of British and Aussie expats last night. It’s always interesting to get an insight into how different expats view their experiences and listen to their perspective of the U.S.

This is what it boils down to:

1. Question: ‘What do you love about living in America?’ Answer: ‘I love turning on red and dry cleaning’. Yes, turning on red is most excellent and, we decided, certainly increases traffic flow. Are we aware of which states and cities you are not allowed to turn on red? We most certainly are not! Dry cleaning….this phenomenonon must be something I have missed, since Daisy Dukes and bikinis don’t really warrant a dry clean. But I hear it is cheaper and faster and not a ‘luxury’ as we find it in the UK. Excellent news!

2. We don’t ‘get’ American football, but we like the atmosphere. Last night was the first night of the Ravens’ season and didn’t we know it by the amount of purple shirts and the smell of testosterone. And the whooping. Yes, we want to see a game, and we love that people love it so much, but we still don’t get the posturing and shoulder pads, and wonder why they don’t stop fannying about and just run with it or kick the bloomin’ ball.

That Ravens' purple is everywhere!

That Ravens’ purple is everywhere!

A testosterone-filled bar of football fans. So many screens in so many bars!

A testosterone-filled bar of football fans. So many screens in so many bars!

3. Food….a lot of time was spent talking about food and where to shop. We concluded that the UK was cheaper in the average supermarkets, certainly for fresh goods, but that we rather enjoyed the experience of ‘store’ shopping over here. But where, oh where, can one buy fresh fruit in Annapolis town? Nowhere, apparently.

4. Road names. Yes, we love American road names, particularly in this neck of the woods. They are amusing and charming.

Marvellous road names, like this...

Marvellous road names, like this…

....and this :)

….and this ๐Ÿ™‚

5. We still have trouble remembering to drive on the right, not on the left. This was proven to me by my Aussie friend as we pulled off a slip road from the freeway last night.

Me: ‘Other side…’
No reaction….
Me: ‘Other side…..OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD!’
Her: ‘Oh shit!!!’

And we don’t get involved in road rage, for fear the other person might have a gun…..

6. Some Americans get confused by our accents. UK peeps do get asked if they are from Australia and Aussies are often asked if they are from the UK. I’ve had the Aussie thing. It’s not a bother, only we do have very different accents to our ears, but obviously that’s not always distinguishable to the American ear. Interesting.

And, so, that concludes the panel of Aussie and British expats’ opinions of living in the USA today. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks for having us!

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