Hi there. Doodles, here.
My mom is super busy right now shipping out all the inspirational calendars she created, so while she’s wrapped up in that project, I thought I’d log on to her computer and share my Doodlicious two cents with you. Sneaky, huh?
Before I give you the dish though, I gotta tell you this great joke.
Ready? Okay, here it goes:
Q. What do you get when you cross a Beatle and an Australian dog?
A. Dingo Starr!
Baa haa haa. I crack myself up! Oh man…“This Dog is on Firrre!”
Oh-oh, I better pipe down before it get caught. I just heard my mom—the one they call Becky—walk down the hall. If she finds out I’m on her computer, she’s going to kill me—especially since I plan to share a few family secrets. Shhhhhhh.
First of all, you probably already sense this, but my peeps are nutty. That is Nutty with a capital N! God love ‘em, they’re always in motion, going here, going there, doing this, doing that, jumping into new projects, even when they don’t have time for the old ones. It’s enough to wear a big brown pooch out, I tell you. I try to slip ‘em a Doodle Pill so they’ll chill, but so far, no luck.
Not only are they wonky-doodle nuts, but they’re wonky-doodle dreamers. They’re afraid of sounding sappy or pollyannaish so they try not to carry on too much, but I always hear them talk about the power of being positive, and dreaming big, and trying to make a difference in the world. It’s enough to make you want to put your paws in the air and get all Kumbaya, for dogssakes. You won’t see me doing that though, because if I do, they’ll know I been eavesdropping—something I do all the time when I pretend to be snoozing.
I also feel this family’s “optimismo vibe” in all the projects they do, which are scattered all over this house, I might add. You can’t believe this place. And you can’t believe the art project my dad is working on. That’s the guy they call Jeffrey who has curly hair like me. Yes, we’re cute! But I digress.
He has poured himself into this project for more than two years now, researching, creating, pushing himself to the limit. There are days when I’ve seen him on the brink of madness—all over his art and this place called Tibet, which he loves so much. I think he said it’s somewhere up in the Himalayas and something terrible is happening there. That’s all I can say though, or I’m seriously going to be in the doghouse. Ixnay on the work-in-progress, as they say.
Let me move onto that girl they call Sweet Bug. She’s not really a bug, but she’s definitely sweet. In the year and a half I’ve been part of this family, I’ve watched her grow into a beautiful bundle of “amazing-ness.” Wes, I wuv her—even when she steps on my tail and forgets to feed me.
She’s smart and kind and full of…I going to say energy, but remembered hearing Mom often say, “She’s full of beans.” I don’t exactly know what that means because she hardly ever eats beans, but maybe you do, so I’ll roll with it. Mom also says that about me, so obviously it must be good.
I love to watch Sweet Bug dance. She’s always flitting around the house, jete-ing and pirouetting. Sometimes I hold my breath and pray to the doggy gods she doesn’t step on my paw when she lands. It’s happened once or twice, but I always forgive her. Just like she forgives me when I chew on one of her favorite shoes or her special glittery art supplies.
Oh-oh, I think my time is up. Mom is talking to herself, which means she’s really in the zone, which means she’ll be back at her computer soon because that’s where she gets “it” all done.
Quickly, here are a few nutty things about her (besides the fact that she talks to herself a lot)…
She is a bundle of contradictions. Like she’s super organized, but she’s also the master of creative chaos.
She is all about health and fitness, but is known to cartwheel down the sugar path when her wicked sweet tooth kicks in. I’ve even seen her hide a box or two of chocolates or Red Vines in her office (although she can’t hide anything from me because my sniffer works overtime).
She calls herself a domestic goddess, but all I can do is howl out loud over that one. Dear lord, who is she kidding? I told you she’s a dreamer. Seriously, I don’t know how she’d ever get all those dust bunnies if it weren’t for me sweeping them with my tail as I sit, acting cute, doing the happy-tail-wagging-dance.
Even though my family often calls me their “Big Lugnut,” (in a loving, affectionate way), and wonders how smart I am when I ignore all their commands, clearly I have it going on. They’re going to find out just how smart I am when they see I’ve already mastered the art of blogging. “Woof, to you,” I say!
To further prove my exceptional IQ, I’m going to break into my mom’s stash of 2014 Creative Peeps Desk Calendars and give one away FOR FREE. All this optimism floating around here is starting to rub off on me!
All you have to do is bring on the woof! Leave me a comment and either tell me your favorite joke (after all, one of the highest forms of creativity is humor)…or just tell my mom why I shouldn’t be in the doghouse about this blog post. Your name will be entered in a random drawing, and the winner will be announced on Sunday, December 8th.
Good luck, and thanks for listening!
Love and kisses, Doodles
PS: Oh crap, I was just about to log out, but hit iTunes by mistake! How do you turn this thing off???? “Who let the dogs out, who, who, who, who….roo roo (as Scooby would say)…gotta go…so busted….