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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. 

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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.)

Friday is my day...all day

Healey

This is my sister’s dog Gram to a T. Dog is a bag of arms on springs with a hose connected to it. But if he had his own show, hell I’d watch it. Actually this picture had a different tag line on it but I customized it to my needs.

So we went over to our friends farm last night to do a little birthday cake for Mrs. Noack. I love going to their place. I’m allowed to bring the dogs and just leave them outside to run like retarded gazelles. Meanwhile we sat inside in relative safety/luxury eating cheese without having to defend it at knee level. I bought glow-stick necklaces and found them to be very useful on the dogs. It at least helped me track where I ‘should be’ yelling into the pitch-black field. In the distance you could see little neon streaks of green, then orange, and then pink that pops up here and there…and then there (that was Hambone bounding through the tall grass) (so sad).

I highly recommend this trick for your next outdoor nighttime canine cocktail party.

In other news…I have signed up to try out for not one – but TWO different roller derby teams. {I don’t have a problem}. The deal is that I really want to be on the DC Roller Girls – cause they rock and I loved meeting them. But they practice in Chantilly VA…which might as well be Duluth Minnesota for me.  So my back up is the Charm City Rollers in Baltimore. They practice in god-knows-where Maryland…but that seems to be about 35 minutes closer than Duluth. And if I’m being honest with myself – I would only have a 45 minute commute with broken ankles, crying, driving my stick shift with bags of frozen peas strapped to both legs and blood coming out of my lip. I sense this endeavor is going to be uber-style-boosting. I am already eagerly anticipating the bruises.

But think of the peace of mind that will come with it.

Bryant asked me about 3 times last night if I was going to think about joining. The third time he asked I just admitted to the fact that I had shipments of crap already in the hands of UPS, on it’s way to me from obscure derby shops around the US – and that I had signed up for two tryouts in two different cities. He blinked a couple of times and went back to smoking his cigar. Girls gotta have a hobby- be glad it’s not crack or scented candles - that’s all I’m sayin.