Scribbles and Scribbles ~ Passhave Aggressive Much?

So I'm going to tell on a co-worker or 2. Wait....maybe it's not a co-worker, actually, let's just say an acquaintance to avoid any unnecessary angst. 

I'll start over. There is a certain person whom a circle of friends/acquaintances know. This person has annoyed said circle. We will now refer to this person as Exhibit A. The circle will be The Circle. 

Exhibit A has something over The Circle but is kinda likeable so #it's complicated. 

Exhibit A loves bubble wrap. One of The Circle members who may or may not have been kissing up...whom am I to judge...left a large piece of bubble wrap on a table within the usual path of Exhibit A. 

Another of The Circle members crossed said path and began popping bubbles. I mentioned I thought it was some sort of peace/love/boot licking offering for Exhibit A. The other Circle member began popping in earnest. 

"Is this a passive aggressive statement you are making? So and so left you bubble wrap....oops I guess someone took all the joy out of it for you like you have sucked the joy from the lives of The Circle!" 

We laughed. The Circle member put down the bubble wrap and we returned to our area. Another Circle member came by.  We told this person what transpired. Hmmm "what if we just put tiny holes in each bubble. Revenge without actually popping?" 

The Circle has a new queen. We will bow to her and watch our backs. 

Scribbles and Scrambles - Animal Love

I just have to share this "Dear Petsitter" letter. I laughed out loud while my Gertie perched on her throne (my lap). This was after convincing her to let go of her persistent pursuit of fake squirrel on the fridge for the possibility of real squirrel in the trees. Fake squirrel is in the near future. But not til we enjoy the fall weather for a spell. And I will enjoy the fact that I only have 2 peculiar pets.

http://m.blogher.com/how-convince-house-sitter-run-screaming-night

Scribbles and Scrambles - aiiyiiyii

So we had a massive rain storm last night. I woke up a couple times with huge thunderclaps. Then I realized the house was silent. No fans blowing. Just the sounds of a deluge and the tiny snores of Beagles. All of a sudden the fan started whirring again and I thought. "Ack! The electronics."

I scurried around unplugging items. Like my computer. Rob's phone and the TV and DVD player.

All was well until I plugged my computer back in and tried to boot up.

The picture is my sad, sad computer cord attached to my sad, sad, quiet computer.

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Crazy Talk

Yes. When I repainted my living room....there were a few unnecessary Diderot purchases.

I subscribe to a blog called Becoming Minimalist. This post was a new idea for me. 

I have never heard of The Diderot Effect. I know, of course, that there is tremendous psychology in marketing and sales. So it should be no surprise that there is something psychologically that clicks in when items are purchased. 

Non-scientific and unverified info from my brain so take with a pound of salt...if we use credit cards we spend more than if we use cash. The Monopoly money syndrome? That's what it feels like to me anyway. And I know that is a something I  have succumbed to more than once. It seems odd to use a card for a $2.00 purchase but not at all if using cash. Plus I know the surcharge for credit cards is hefty and that small mom and pop places have a minimum on credit card expenditures. I actually feel guilty if I spend less than $10.00 on a credit or debit card. Hello! If that's not a reason to always use cash, I don't know what is. 

The Diderot Effect is (major summarizing of a really good article so read it above) the extra expenses incurred when one buys one new thing. Example. A new skirt opens the door to the perfect necklace or shoes or both. Soon the $50.00 skirt is $170.00 in purchases. Or the need for new living room furniture when the old is just fine because you replace the carpet that was a necessity. 

You know how many times I've fallen for this one? Sheesh? Yikes! It might be right up there with the "It's on clearance" syndrome that plagues me. 

But. The choices that we made yesterday belong to yesterday (unless we still have the receipt). But we are masters of the choices we will make tomorrow or today. Right? 

Scribbles and Scrambles - A Favorite DIY

One of the favorite things in my house started out as a serendipitious idea for a literal piece of trash.

We have a rental property and the last tenants left it in sorry shape. It's nearly taken me three years to talk about it. Ha-ha! I spent somewhere close to six hours scraping condiments and filth off the kitchen cabinets. Not. Even. Joking.

Anyhoo. They left behind a couple of good things. Two really quality cookie sheets that apparently never left the oven, ever. These suckers were seasoned. After scrubbing the crumbs and chunks off and heating them to kill who knows what, they entered my kitchen. Too much information? Sorry.

They also left a wobbly small coffee table covered in some of the same patina of the kitchen cabinets. I scrubbed it then had an idea. It seemed the perfect size for a chalkboard. We cut off the legs, I sanded it very well and then painted several coats of chalkboard paint. Four coats, each done in opposite direction.

And there we go. It's hanging on one of my unfinished kitchen walls.

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Potty Waltz

Ever see a kid do a potty dance? You know the slow do-si-do involving crossed legs, and possibly crossed eyes? Occasionally, the polka version of the potty dance includes the clenched thigh forward tango, the tight turn and the final leap onto the toilet.

Dogs have a potty dance. At least mine do. It is practiced several times a day with varying results. This would describe my reaction.

Anticipation? Watching the "finding-the-sweet-spot" potty waltz.

Frustration? Hoping, coaching, waiting, finally giving up only to be summoned to the door 25 minutes later.

Insanity? Two dogs with unique potty peculiarities and ADHD. 

"Squirrel? Bark!!! What was that? Bark?" 

Tear to the right. Stop. Sniff. Run left. Stop. Sniff. 

"Wait? Is that a squirrel?" Bark!!!!

Satisfaction? Two dogs who go directly out and take care of bizness then tire of sniffing before the mosquitoes come out to feast on the people who wait patiently for the dogs to for-reals go potty.

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ What's Your Type?

I don't think Beagle fully fits my personality. But, I like so many breeds. Can I plead eclectic?  

http://barkpost.com/what-does-your-breed-say-about-you/