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Welcome to the BOMB.

The Blog Of the "Mother" of Bandit.
Bandit is my Hairless Chinese Crested--he's the "normal" one. I, on the other hand, am unrepentantly "pet-crazy." You know the type--the spinster who lives in the haunted house three blocks over with 72 cats...okay, so I don't have 72 cats, and my house isn't haunted--but my dogs wardrobe is better than mine! Need I say more? :~)
I've never been consistant at journaling, so the timing of my blogs will be sporadic at best. I just hope they are as entertaining to you as they are to me; however, be forewarned: Most of my blogs will be about The BaldOne. In spite of his Don King "do," I think he's just as cute as any of the Brothers B!
Now, if I can just remember not to get him wet--or feed him after midnight...

About Me

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My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”

Fun Stuff (I'm doing now or have done)

  • Artistic Attempts weekly (alternating between Painting With A Twist, That Art Place, and Peniot's Palette).
  • Bunko with the Belton Bunko Babes monthly.
  • Participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
  • Spades and Liverpool Rummy with the Spadetts weekly.
  • The Mighty Texas Dog Walk, Austin (fund raiser for Service Dogs, Inc--they train shelter dogs to be Service Dogs, then give them free of charge to people with disabilities.)

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

This is a Test--Only a Test.

I apologize upfront for using you in this test; however, thank you, in advance,  if you choose to participate.

I read a Pinterest graphic that indicated the best and worst times to post on various social media in order to drive readers to your blog. 

I am skeptical of a few of their time-frames.

According to the pin the best times to post on Pinterest are between  the hours of 2-4pm  and again between 8-11pm.


Between 2-4pm kids are getting home from school, stay at home parents are likely preping for dinner, and dayshift working parents are likely still at work. Between 8-11pm, parents of small children are struggling with new math and other forms of homework torture, dinner clean-up, and and fighting the bath-time fight,  while parents of older kids are likely attending  (or chauferring minivans full of not-yet-driving teens to) activities which showcase the talents and abilities of the rotten little apples of their eyes--the degree of their success will be elevated to genius and professional all-star status by the time these chaufers pen their own blog posts and Christmas Brag Letters.

The worst times to post on Pinterest are between the hours of 1-7am, and again between  5-7pm. I would agree with the 5-7pm time slot. Unless you are posting epic up-to-the-moment-Pinterest fails of the "fool-proof" dinners and crafts which may inadvertently (or, as my skeptical self sometimes wonders, on purpose) omit information essential for success.  As for the 1-7am time slot, presumably the household is sleeping.  While everyone else sleeps may be the ONLY time working moms, single heads-of-house, or party-going singles have time to read your blog.

According to the pin, the best and worst times to post on Facebook are similar to Pinterest: 2-5pm  and again between 6-8pm are best, while the worst time is between 10pm-4am.

Tweets it seems are a little less flexible with the best time being 1-3pm and the worst being 8pm-8am.

And LinkedIn is only good for the hours directly preceding (7am-8:30am) and following  (5pm-6pm) the business workday, while the workday itself (9am-5pm) is worst.

Unless your blog is a headhunting blog advertising available positions you are seeking to fill, I would agree with the business workday time slot as being the worst time to attempt to drive your readership up. 

Since I only post links to my blog on Facebook and Twitter, I'm going to attempt to have this post proofed and ready to post on FB by 8pm (end of the Best Time).  Then, at 10pm I'll check the reads and tweet the link. I'll check the reads at midnight (two hours after the link) which is during the worst time bracket. 

And at the end of the day I will have learned absolutely nothing about the reading habits of my readers--because I'm too cheap to pay to see a breakdown of from whence my readers hail.

But, I'll recheck tomorrow morning (10 am) and tomorrow afternoon (2pm) during my workday breaktimes to see if additional readers pop up.

By then my little test may confirm what I already believe:  most of my readers read me in the evening hours. No matter what time of day I post.

So, thank you in advance, for participating in this unofficial, unscientific, spur of the moment test.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Warning Signs: Blowing My Heart

(Part Three:  The conclusion  of my recent trip to The Salado Glassworks Studio and Gallery.) 

Even though I sensed it was coming, and knew it would be painful, I still cried out in shock, disbelief, and more than a little pang of discomfort as my heart was squished. The end came  much too soon.  I wasn't ready.  I wanted more time--not much--just a little.  But then, is anyone ever ready for their heart to be flattened like a pancake?

Okay, it really wasn't heart-shaped yet; but, my Hottie, Michael and I spent quiet a bit of time heating, twirilling, and blowing as the gather was transformed into a hollow sphere that would soon become my glass heart.

(In case you've forgotten, or did  not read the first two posts in this series of three, I'm not being sexist--Hottie is the nickname of the Glassblowing Artists at Salado Glassworks.)

Once the sphere was roughly flattened, Michael began the process of refining. This of course required more trips to the glory hole followed by more shaping with the paddle. However, the constant twirlling motion became an intermittent side to side flipping motion. 

When the sides were deemed smooth enough, my Hottie heated it up once more, and creased the top to begin the process of shaping the cleft. I'm happy to report I did not hyperventilate during this delicate process.  Even when Michael warned me of the possibility that my fragile heart could easily burst if the cleft crease was too drastic.

Once the cleft was completed, without breaking, it was time to heat it up again.  But this time my Hottie used a blow torch when he cut my heart off the blowpipe with oversized nippers.

Then Michael used the blow torch to form and attach a glass curly-q to the top of my heart.  The curly-q acts as a hanger.

Once the blown heart  was totally finished heating, Michael placed in an  annealing oven for the long cooling process. The temp starts about 960°F, and over the next fourteen or so hours it gradually reduces to room temperature. This lengthy cooling allows for even cooling, which reduces breakage. After it's cool, the Hottie or other staff members grind the cut edge so it's safe and smooth, then polish the glass heart to a beautiful shine.  And voila', my heart was complete. Although it required many trips back and forth between the fire and the table, and it's taken me three posts to describe the process, it really only took us less than half an hour.

Blowing my heart was an interesting, educational, fun,  and potentially dangerous process.  My Hottie worked the counter Sunday after Church when I picked up my cooled heart, and he told me after my appointment one of the other Hotties sustained a burn and was unable to participate in the Date Night Event that night.

That burn could very easily have been mine since I have a tendency for disregarding warning signs--as I had in the Gallery.   But once I entered the Studio, I actually remembered and followed the safety rules and warning signs:  I wore close-toed shoes, no drapy-swingy clothing, sat in the viewing stand until my turn to stand on the "x", and most importantly, I followed the verbal instructions of my Hottie.   As a result I avoided injury while I safely blew my heart out.

As always, thanks for the read.  I hope you had fun and maybe even learned something.