Scribbles and Scrambles - J Goals

I'm going for small goals this year.

These two empty bags will be full of donatables by the end of the month. I will have 3 marketing pieces in place for Out of the Frying Pan by the end of the month. I also will actually practice my violin 5 times this month.

Those aren't crazy and unreachable, right? Okay. This is out there now. I'll keep you posted on the progress I'm making.

Do you have little goals? How's that working for you?

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Oops

While I was out and about carrying on with fun and frivolity and vomiting and coughing I nearly missed the big dog pants debate.   If you have had a virus or have been out of the country, maybe you've missed this as well. Apparently, like the black/blue vs gold/white dress debate earlier in the year, the world is divided on what constitutes pants for dogs. 

There is the camp that believes dog pants cover all four "legs" the other group has decided that dog pants are for back legs only. 

Here is out decision. Gladys is modeling it. We prefer the version called Winnie-the-Poohing-it. Nuff Said. 

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Less

Remember my lofty goal to get rid of 1000 items by the end of 2015? And how I did that in the first quarter of the year? I honestly can't say I miss any of those items. Not one. And I've kept going, too. Without a count, just a guesstimate, with Rob's help, we hit 2000. I probably hit 100 just over the weekend. 

I used to buy screaming deals and put them in a special drawer for future gifts opportunities. That was a great idea especially when my kids were younger, but now that I give fewer casual gifts I've decided it was time to share and let people use those things instead of them languishing another year in my closet. 

I have had a chance to offer my kids different items that I just don't need or want anymore and most of the time they've jumped at it. A few times it's been something they really needed/wanted but didn't have in the budget. That's definitely more satisfying than storing, moving and looking at an item that just doesn't call to me. 

As I'm prepping for a big season of get togethers and visits, I've noticed a few other things about having less stuff. It is easier to organize if there's less of it. I have empty or semi empty drawers for things so that items can be put away properly. Sigh of satisfaction.

I think we'll keep going. 

Scribbles and Scrambles - sick day

Grown-ups hardly ever get snow days but let's hear it for the fun and exciting sick day. UGH!

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Whew Holly Jolly

This Christmas is bearing down on me like nobodies business. Two new grandkids this year. So many opportunities to have fun and adventure with them. So little time to blog. And Michelle and I have been working on edits and other fun book things. There's just not enough time to do all the things I wanna do. 

So I'm being blog lazy. 

But I won't leave you completely without laughs or etc. 

Like this pictorial gem of some truly tasteless and definitely ugly Christmas sweaters. 

http://www.boredpanda.com/ugliest-christmas-sweaters/  I have a particular fondness for the nursing mother sweater. No worries, you won't have to dig too deep to find it. 

And this. This is just too cute. 
http://www.boredpanda.com/abandoned-baby-polar-bear-sleeping-plush-toy-columbus-zoo-aquarium/

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ BatDad and DogRobin?!?

I love BatDad.

Now he has a sidekick!   https://good.barkpost.com/batdad-adopts-pit-bull/

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Um What Is That Shiny Thing Over There?

Well, this is awkward. You see I have so many, many things I should be accomplishing. But I find myself clicking on links to things that interest me instead. 

Here's a hilarious article. You can join me in not doing the things you are supposed to be doing. You're welcome. 

http://shellymazzanoble.com/?p=1013

And lest you think I'm a total slacker I washed and folded all this laundry for my poor daughter who's washer croaked. And I also typed, until carpal tunnel and shortness of breath kicked in, with a 35 lb beagle draped over my chest and arms. Yes, you read that correctly.