Monday, August 16, 2010

Mater: Ain't no need to watch where I'm goin'; just need to know where I've been.

Getting the opportunity to vacation this summer down here in Baltimore has allowed us to take in some of the sights.  

We have done some malling,  shopped the finest shops (Walmart and Target) and

and tasted only the finest Italian cuisine (Chef Boyardee, Stouffers).

Up next:
The Schwanti invade Oriole Park at Camden Yards 
It was chest protector back pack give away day at Camden Yards.  This  back pack not only holds stuff, but also will protect the whole body (kinda like a big turtle shell, huh?)
We scored some sweet seats (thanks to the Michigan Schwanti) and had a blast watching "practice".
We enjoyed the delicious, and oh so good for you, ball park food.  And NO, we did not make Jack eat random food off the ground...that was his choice.  He ain't called the landfill for nothin'.

No night is complete without a foam finger on the foot.   Feel bad for the guy sitting in front of Jeff...he was in prime poking range.
As with most of our adventures,  Jeff is out like a light for the ride back to H-Ps.  Upon arrival, however, Jeff will wake with a startle and say "can we play alittle bit".  

1 comment:

  1. Landfill. Not sure if that's a good name for Jack. Those were some sweet seats.