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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.)

Transportation Arts & Crafts

Healey

So I was on the road today. About a mile from my home when I noticed the license plate on the car in front of me. So who do they think they are fooling, really? I was struggling to see if it was back tape or just a really bad paint job. Either way – they are lucky sons-a-bitches. How is it that a cop hasn’t pulled up behind them and laughed his ass off?

I do believe the plates are supposed to read Maryland 9FD-H46.

Anyhow…I got a really good laugh out of it. (note that the passenger is watching me in the vanity mirror) (hi!)

What else is new? I bought a ticket for my 20 year High School Reunion today. Yep, I guess I’m going now. Not only that – I was talking to a high school friend online and he revealed that he thought I was cool in high school. That information could have been pretty useful to me while I was STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL. Because I seem to remember reports pointing in the other direction. I expect he was just trying to be nice. Or he was attempting to make me mentally unstable. I think it was the latter.

He also started mentioning names of people he claimed I knew, and was somewhat involved with, that I (again) have no recollection of. At all. Worse - while the refrigerator repairman was working I pulled my old yearbook off the downstairs shelf. (The hidden shelf where I keep all the things I don’t want to look at but am afraid to throw out.) And I opened the damn book up – and there on the second page was a personal note from the person whose name I did not remember. It was not small either.

I really didn’t do that many drugs in college that this should be happening. I of course spent the next 20 minutes re-reading all the notes inscribed therein, judging them by handwriting and laughing out loud that high school graduates had such a deplorable grasp of grammar. That part was fun. The fun part ended abruptly when I flipped to my senior picture. I broke into a sweat and starting grimacing at the weird shape of my 17 year old face.

Okay – I don’t need to go any further into past teenage insecurities. Well not twice in one day, at least.

I’m sitting here in the living room watching “Muppets from Space” with my 5.5 year old son. I tell you – there is some priceless humor in Muppet movies. You should rent it.

Tomorrow I have no less than THREE Doctors appointments. This reminds me of one of my favorite quotes:

“There is more to you than doctors can remove”

Shit, let’s hope so.