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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.)

Alumni am I


So I have this reunion coming up in October. I can’t even believe it’s been that many years. It seems as though those nightmares happened just yesterday.

My class has a group on Facebook where you can browse people you may “remember from school” and ‘friend’ them. This starting conversations with no future. Cause that is what Facebook is, right? It is hearing from people you had completely forgotten – and then trying to talk to them again. You just run out of stuff to say! I swear. And some of these people I really WANT to talk to. But nothing…nothing comes. I mean there are the initial cordialities. Hi. How are you? Where are you? How many of you are there now? Do you have a dog? What do you do now {because I am bored with our conversation thus far and need to judge you and your occupation is the best fuel for that}.

To be honest –all I want to know is what your hair looks like now – to see a picture of your dog – or you drunk at a party – and then know what you do for a living and for whom. And that you are well, … of course.
But as I am going through this line-up of facebook high school offenders – I realize I TOTALLY don’t remember about 85 – 90% of these people. Do I have amnesia? Wikipedia says that I am too young to have Alzheimer’s. (which is bloody hard to spell btw) But some of these symptoms seem VERY familiar…
“As the disease advances, symptoms include confusion, irritability and aggression, mood swings, language breakdown, long-term memory loss, and the general withdrawal of the sufferer as their senses decline.“

Shit that is me every day before 11.

But what? Am I supposed to go to a HS Class Reunion to see people I don’t remember for the asking price of $200 a ticket to witness the dreamlike state conjured within the Mt. Vernon Ballroom of the Reston Hyatt? Has anyone voluntarily been to a conference and paid that much just for dinner? Cause that’s what you are getting. AND there will be no inspirational speaker like Lou Holtz up there telling us that “If what you did yesterday seems big, you haven’t done shit today”. Plus – the one’s I DO remember from HS wouldn’t get the meaning anyways.

I need to come up with a reason not to go – cause I already informed my boyfriend that it was happening. And he’ll want to go. Mainly because I am forcing him to go to his Naval Academy one. But that’s different. There was humility at the Naval Academy...they chose to be there – worked really hard to get in there and felt special to have gotten in. More special to have survived. NONE of those things are playing into my HS memories. Except the survival one.


In other news one of our dogs – Thor – has gotten a disgusting rash/infection from the pool at the dog park. We are elbow deep in antibiotic creams and ear drops and pills to be administered every two hours. No good has come from this pool. I hate that pool. Now we are not allowed to go back to the dog park because of it. I am condemned to actually exercise and WALK the damn dogs in the morning instead of standing around with the regulars drinking coffee and insulting our pets. I loved doing that every morning.