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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.)

The Secret to Golf

Yenny

Sometimes when you say something, it's so obvious that you regret saying once it's escaped your lips.  That was me last night at the driving range.  Healey and I went out to hit a bucket of balls as we do in our life of luxury. If you've seen our past videos, you know this is not the prettiest of sites.  She has a much better swing than I do, but we both hit balls that even ants are usually safe from destruction.  They might get some windburn by our whiffing, but that's probably the most danger they're in.  

About 3 or 4 balls from the end of the bucket, I made a giant discovery.  Not giant, GIANT!!! discovery.  "Just hit the ball."  For about an hour, we have been swinging and swearing at the ball and the bad rented club, but that's not the answer to golf.  The answer is "just hit the ball."  Stupid me.  I think I've been so used to playing sports with moving objects the fact the start of this object is stationery threw off my perception.  Once I stopped trying to wale the ball into oblivion and just focused on hitting the ball, they started connecting to the club.  It was like magic. 

Now I'm off to a lesson from a real golfer and maybe get some hand me down clubs.  This is the secret to make us look even better with the rest of the golfers who use all thier might to avoid standing next to us.  Not sure if it's because they're scared to be associated with us or that we might hit them with a ball or flying club.