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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 ten 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 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.)

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Elder First-Time Parents: Not for the Timid or Shy

I saw a news story yesterday morning that got me thinking. The story was about a sixty-six year old new Mom of triplets via IVF, and it made me wonder how old the oldest "natural" Mom was. Answer: 59.  I'm only fifty and the thought of becoming a Mom at this stage in my life is a chilling one—so much so that my brain froze and I can't even comprehend being 9-16  years older and giving birth—I even have a hard time thinking about house-training a second Chinese Crested to keep Bandit company. Besides, I don't think I could handle a single child going through the terrible two's when I'm 61—let alone triplet terrible twos when I'm 68!

I shudder to think about being 64 or 79 years old at the start of the  trying years (teenage rebellion years)—when even my most favorite teens turn into aliens for six or seven years. During that time-frame, I haven't a clue as to what, or how—or even if they are thinking! Could I survive a teen with a learners permit when I’m 74 (or three of them when I’m 81)? Better yet, would they survive me?  Would we stay out of jail? Or the insane asylum...

And what about graduations: would I be able to stay awake for HS graduation when I’m 77 (I barely stayed awake for my own when I was a mere 17). With triplet HS grads, would I be able to rise to take pictures three times at 84, or would they gang up on the principal so I could take just one photo? What about the same scenario for College graduations at 81 and 88?

Then of course there are Weddings at 82 and 89, and Grandchildren at 85 and 92...

(Ages and sequence of events are arbitrary.)

I’m not sure I’m old enough to find out...or bold enough. Of course, that will never stop me from giving child-rearing advise—or cherishing the grimy hugs, sloppy-wet kisses, and original art work that I receive from my young friends—those are the easy, fun things—the things at which I excel!  Since it is highly unlikely that my brag books will become humanized any time soon,  you will have to content yourselves with my Bandit Brag Books...I know you can't get enough of them!  :~)

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