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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.)

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Surprise!!!

Had a wonderful time at Bills surprise B-day party. As usualy Alicia did a great job organizing everything. Bill thought his friends were going to do something to him at dinner, so he dressed up in his best Bermuda shorts, knee-high socks, and greyed his hair. (Being the master of subtle understatement, I would have added sandals, a cane, glasses, and a megaphone--but then I am so much more subtle than my friends. Right.) Anyway, nothing happened at dinner and it is reported that Bill started feeling foolish. John lured him to the Rock-n-Bowl where 80 or so of Bills friends awaited. The Zydeco band was stellar, the food yummy, and the cake HUGE. (Alicia also does things over-the-top.) The only thing that sucked was the bowling-actually, the only thing that sucked was MY bowling. Its a good thing that I have fun when I bowl, because I didn't break 100 as usual. :~) However, this time something was different: I only bowled two games, yet two days later my forearm and elbow are still on fire! Sad. Very sad. You would think I was the oldster--not Bill! Happy Birthday Bill!
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