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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. 

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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.)

People Who Need People

Yenny

I spent today in a People Management class for work.  I was ready to spend tonight making fun of it, but I unexpectedly didn't hate it as much as I thought I would and might have somehow learned something.

I dreaded going because I saw spending 8 hours talking about feelings.  We did some of that, but not as much as I expected and we did a lot more learning of who we are are as workers and managers; how we process and do things compared to how others around us do stuff.  Why when we talk to others they don't listen or why we tune other people out when they talk?

More importantly, I learned that if I don't kill my roommate we're destined to be living together forever.  We're exact polar opposites.  Where I have order and processes, she has ideas and dreams.  Where I won't talk to people who aren't relevant to my needs and goals, she'll talk to pretty much anybody.  Our tupperware cabinet will never be organized, but we have balance somehow.

So I guess I can't mock the class. Maybe tomorrow I will have something to mock.  I heard that I messed up making eggs in a magical egg cooker.  It's strange how simple household appliances seem to always fail me. I almost burned down the house making toast.  Why don't they make the slots bigger to fit difference slice sizes so that if you have a thick slice of bread, it doesn't get stuck in there and cause you have to stick a knife in there to pull it out and your roommate to yell "unplug the toaster!" I've just stopped eating toasts which is fine because I don't even really like toasts.  So why was I making toasts?  Always with the questions...