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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.)

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NaBloPoMo Theme of the Day: You meet an alien and need to explain to it blogging. Explain what blogging is (and what blogging means to you) without ever using the word "blog."


Uhm... okay I'll just jump in.

I'm at the dog park on one of these "frozen tundra" what-the-hell-are-you-doing-outdoors type days. We are the only ones at the park. I have frostbite closing in on at least 3 different extremities. A large glowing orb slowly descend from the sky. I walk closer to it because - at this point - my instincts are telling me "It could be a miracle fire pit that some higher power sent me to keep me warm. It would be wrong to reject it."

It's not a fire pit. It's an alien spaceship. But I still think it could be a heat source so I continue my approach. I'm going to die out here anyways.

This blobby being exits the spaceship and says "whathabyoudonetoblaytfatsprodumtive?"

I took that to mean "what have you done today that was productive?" cocked my head and answered "...well not much, I'll be honest with you. Did you visit my mother before stopping here? Uhm... well, I took the kid to school. I cooked something that is sharable, I drew a bad picture and wrote a post."

I noticed that Buford was now sitting inside the spaceship. He looked warm. I'm not sure I could fit in there. My claustrophobia was at war with my survival instincts. Boy, are those aliens gonna be surprised when Buford pees in there. Hope they have astro towels.

"fablist a plosht?  neeek."

"Excuse you. Well a 'plosht' as you call it, is a way of cutting down on therapy appointments with strange doctors. This way you share it with ALL strangers - and if you are as bad a writer as I am  - you never hear a thing back about it. I think I have 2 readers in Korea. And then one of Yenny's family members. See this way, all the stress is out of your head and you can put it behind you. As if you had actually done something about it. You may also learn how to spell better in the process. I mean I'm waiting for that part... but I hear it's possible."

"Neet may yorb claw Moscato."

"No I hate Moscato. Too sweet. It's like the only wine I won't drink."