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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.)

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Ode to Proficiency 2011

Ode to Proficiency 2011

How do you love me?  I'll help you count the ways....
You love me enough to encourage me to  sing my everlasting praise.
You love me for the wondrous miracles I daily do perform.
You love me in spite of comments I make that bring about the storm.

You love me for the committees on which I diligently have served.
You love me for the improvement opportunities I inform you I've observed.
You love me for the SMART-goaled care plans I research and then I write.
You love me for dealing with the problems that I help come into the light.

You love me for providing entertainment and cheering my coworkers on.
You love me for dressing like a rock star and singing an encouraging song.
You love me for taking ownership for more than what I'm tasked.
You love me for asking hard questions that truly need to be asked. 

You love me for my opinions, which I so freely share.
You love me for inspiring the color of your newly graying hair.
You love me for telling you the truth, no matter what the cost.
You love me for the untold hours of sleep that because of me you've lost.

Alas you do not love me enough for my banker to be extra pleased- 
'Cuz this year I'm not eligible for my pay-step to be increased.  :^(
So next year, my current accomplishments I'll have to outdo,
In order to help you sing the praises of your one and only Mary Lou!   ;^)

1 comment:

  1. Sorry for the repost--I fixed a grammar thing and sort of fixed some clunkiness--I was tired both times I posted so it may still need fixin'--but I'll leave it as is.