About Us and This Blog
The purpose of this blog is to stay focused on the main thing with humor and truth.
The Rules of this Blog
Rule #1:Rule #2: All posts must contain solid truths. Hyperbole is completely acceptable, especially in February.
Rule #3: Divorce is not an option, but the Holiday Inn may be considered as needed.
About Alison
Mrs. Alison Reitzenbauer (aka Alison Bauer) was born in the suburbs of Washington, D.C. She lived once in a city and once in the country, but mostly has remained a girl of sidewalks and stoplights. When her third child went off to college, she signed up for acting school and now teaches by day and acts nights, weekends and summer vacations until Hollywood calls. When she met Kurt three years ago, the idea of boat living seemed odd, but interesting. She has never slept more than 5 consecutive nights on the boat. She comes from a long line of strong German women.About Kurt
Kurt fell in love with a city girl about three years ago. He and his cat have lived on various boats for a decade; Elizabeth, our current boat, for the past four. I have taught Environmental Education at the Elms Environmental Education Center in southern Maryland for the past 14 years. I am also a landscape and wildlife photographer.
I adopted him when I was about six months old. Thing was, I was cold, wet and hungry. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I was hanging out at his workplace -- nice spot but lots of noisy little humans who tried to feed me crackers instead of chicken. It was unbearable. One cold rainy day in late October I had reached my limit and when I saw him open the door of his wheely thing I leapt inside. There I purred, put on my cute pathetic face and trapped him. Next thing I knew I was in a small wooden space, it was warm, dry, there was food -- even a place to poop. After a few weeks I felt strong and ventured outside only to find I was on some strange sort of floating tree. Still, food, warmth and a place to hang out encouraged me to stick around. Six years later I am still here, despite the trips to the evil white-coated humans armed with pointy things; and now, I gots me, not one, but two humans.
About Miss Kitty (aka Princess, aka Lisa)
I adopted him when I was about six months old. Thing was, I was cold, wet and hungry. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I was hanging out at his workplace -- nice spot but lots of noisy little humans who tried to feed me crackers instead of chicken. It was unbearable. One cold rainy day in late October I had reached my limit and when I saw him open the door of his wheely thing I leapt inside. There I purred, put on my cute pathetic face and trapped him. Next thing I knew I was in a small wooden space, it was warm, dry, there was food -- even a place to poop. After a few weeks I felt strong and ventured outside only to find I was on some strange sort of floating tree. Still, food, warmth and a place to hang out encouraged me to stick around. Six years later I am still here, despite the trips to the evil white-coated humans armed with pointy things; and now, I gots me, not one, but two humans.
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