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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.)

It's friggin cold outside.


Mia Famiglia : Me, Bryant, The Asian and spawny (you know what direction)
I don't know how people live in really cold places. I'm dyin over here in like 18 degree weather with this bloody 60Mph wind bullshit we have on top of it. I think I may kill myself if I had to endure this on a regular basis. Especially in these stupid shoes I keep wearing.

This week has been ripe with stupidity.
Monday - Start new job - have no identity in the building or computer and then someone steals my lunch AND MY METAL FORK FROM HOME.

Tuesday - break back into work (still have no identity), move car from one parking lot to another all day and then on the last passage to the car at the end of the day I trip on my pant leg and impale BOTH ankles on concrete steps in high heeled boots (again with the stupid shoes).

Wednesday - running too late to pick up my child I call in a favor from my mother while basically parked on the Hwy. 20 minutes later - while sitting in EXACTLY the same spot on the hwy I hear that there is NOT ONE - but TWO armed gunmen rolling around my neighborhood looking for vengeance over some drug deal gone bad. Where is my mom and son? Right smack in the middle of it somewhere. And my mother has turned the ringer off on her phone to focus on her grandchild.

Thursday - worked on freelance crap until 3:30 am friday.

Friday - Guess what? I'm over tired. :) Who saw that coming? But I'm eating cookies and drinking coffee like it's going out of style to stay away cause I have to beat wheat home to p/up my child and bring him to a boxing match at the Naval Academy tonight. No - he is not boxing..he is learning that it's only appropriate to hit someone if they have a bright red pad on their head. (?) Whatever - I don't know what we are going for. My father is excited  - he love's to piss his wife off by just presenting her with environments she object's too. So there should be drinking too at some point. Can't wait til Shorty can drive.