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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.)

The Autonomic Nervous System


I have spent the morning conversating with my father. He has selected one form of communication….is it the phone? No. Is it email? No. it is IM.

He has embraced the quick sarcastic jabbing nature of instant messaging.

It comes across exactly as fast as I see him having these thoughts present themselves to his consciousness.

“Snot child”
“your sister is my favorite”
“your dog is gay”
“I never liked you”

It’s like being pelted with cheez-its.

My father has a special warmth that he reserves for certain people. People he has no problem hiding from when they come to his house and he does not feel social. Which is all the time. He yells “go away! Don’t you have a home? Did you bring me anything? No? Go home. Go find your mother and take her somewhere. She’s driving me nuts. Tell her I am in the yard raking or something. Go.”

This morning we were discussing a health scan he is interested in me taking. One that could benefit him as well. As I am sure his wife has mentioned to him. (note: hearing aid’s have an on and off switch). So I merely mentioned that I might have this bizarre Hashimoto’s Disease - as Dr. Lo mentioned that I did have. And then my dad spent the day online researching this concept . Not because he’s worried. More because he enjoys proving people wrong and he feels all doctors are gigantic liars.

He then stupidly mentioned his research to his wife and - fast forward – we were all back at the very same doctors office last night for a nutrition class.
Yes, I am an adult and my parents live too close. My roommate watched my son while my mom and dad and I went in to be skeptical of eastern medicine. Turns out the doctor is not a lunatic. He gave a very respectable hour and a half long talk about the autonomous nervous system and how energy and medicine play parts in screwing us all up. My parents were a little lost through parts. But Dr. Lo had me up as an example patient in front of them and the others to test my energy right then and there. Frankly I felt like a broken tulip up there - “See – she no have good thyroid – she have hashimoto’s – so when I do this (bending of arm resistance test) she fail.” He always has this giant smile on his face when he talks. It’s a bit unnerving that it doesn’t change when he’s delivering information like “you have disease”. <smile>

So anyways – the meeting ended, a lot of information was passed out. And I noticed my father walking around his office inspecting *things. Charts, equipment, certificates. Meanwhile my mom was over at the wall of celebrity photo’s saying (loudly) “These people weren’t his patient’s! These people received donations from him! He’s a DEMOCRAT!”. Much like an sighting an albino walrus – the natives are unsettled by coming across a chinaman that gives free nutrition seminars and has political beliefs. (FRAUD! Joyce called it! We are all saved. Now run from the building!)

So 12 hours pass and we are back to this morning. Now my father would like to investigate whether or not I will be buying into this ‘program’. It is heavily implied that he wants me to put the money into it and then show him the resulting charts and information.

So I told him that there are sponsorship levels to seeing my results. That it would cost him $20 and that he has to sign a non-disclosure release before witnessing the results. So I could make $40 off my parents right there. And then another $20 off my roommate. If I kept this going – I could pretty much take this test for free.
I was going to put it up online with a shopping cart fixture. He’s like “well everyone will see it then." And I was like "no…I’ll put it where people won’t know where it is and put some security there to enforce it".

At which point he says “Why don’t you save yourself some time and put it on your blog. No one ever looks there. It’ll be safe.”

And then he signed off.