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Crofton, MD, 21114

A long-running personal blog shared by two authors with completely different approaches to life. And a lot of large, beautiful photographs of dogs and nature and places we've traveled to. Rich in commentary and irreverant in style. 


We started blogging a long time ago. Our work hours never aligned with recommended psychotherapists and we needed to get our thoughts out. We are great friends, total opposites and long-time housemates. This was a way to communicate. With each other. With strangers. With consumer marketers. With sub-par meteorologists. With distant friends who wanted to see pictures of stuff we were up to.

This is the place. Our bucket of thoughts to share. You are welcome. 
(We realize that most of you are here for the dog pictures.)

Creatures :: Land and Sea


Enough About Michael Phelps Already.
The Olympics are OVER. I am tired of seeing his face. I am tired of hearing his name. I will NOT buy the Rosetta Stone language system specifically because of him and the relentless advertising they are torturing me with. He’s a swimmer for christs sake – this is not something that makes him an authority on speaking in ANY language. He's underwater most of his fricking life!
I don’t even really want to learn another language. I am American and therefore arrogant. That is all accepted here.
But NOW – now I want to find Rosetta stone’s direct competitor and buy their product.
{Pause while I find out who that is.}
A- Ha! It’s Berlitz!

I'm not gonna buy their shit either.
They call what they do “Custom Cultural Consulting”. Well la dee dah.
I do a bit of that myself. I mean I live and work with an Asian, don’t’cha’know.
In related news – my roommate has renamed the dogs after popular Chinese dishes.

This morning I walked Kung Pow and General Tso in the park.

This very same roommate has just returned from a week gambling in Vegas (she doesn’t have a problem). Neither do any of the other people that buy gambling magazines – complain when there aren’t any she hasn’t read at the mega bookstores and spends a few weeks a year in Vegas. Those people (and her) are just hobbyists. {mmmhmmm}. Well during this last trip she had selected a non-smoking room and it seems the hotel had run out of those. So they upgraded her to a *nicer room.
Basically they upgraded her into the Porn Suite.

At her hotel – The Imperial Palace – they call the Porn Suite the “Luv Tub Room”.
(pause while I throw up in my mouth a little bit.)

There are mirrors all over the ceiling and there is a hot tub with offensive curtains about 2 feet from the bed. Can you imaging that bedspread?

I mean remember when the morning news shows used to do expose’s on regular hotel’s bed covers? Well add a ton of drunken sex and frothy gross water laden with unimaginable bacteria. Voila! The Luv Tub Room.
And my roommate is a registered card-carrying paranoid normally. I don’t know how she dealt with all that stimuli. Actually I do. She doesn’t sleep normally – but in Vegas I’ll bet she just napped at the craps table. She was only rented the room for wi-fi and to keep her laptop safe.
I know how she rolls.