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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.)

Friday, January 16, 2015

How Do Mothers Of Young Children Do It?!

How do mothers of young children do it?!

I can barely be responsible for myself.  How do Moms take care of their family, cook healthy meals, keep a clean house (often recleaning messes their little darlin's repeatedly mess up), referee fights, provide counselling and chauffeur services, set goals and boundaries, lavish praise when goals are accomplished, as well as discipline  when boundaries are crossed?  Moms do all that and so much more--as part of being, and raising, productive adult members of society.

Sometimes, they also work outside the home or go to school.  Or both.

Sometimes they are single and do it all--raise the babies, provide the home, food, medical expenses, and take family vacations etc.

Moms have my utmost admiration. Basically, because I am nothing like them.

Except I'm single.

And I have a mortgage and an SUV. (Singing it because it's a line from a country song.)

And I provide for my own insurance, medical, clothing, food, and vacations.

And I have kids--they are four-legged FurKids. And their care and upkeep is not cheap.

Tonight I went to PetCo groceries.  A small fortune later I am more convinced than ever:  The IRS really needs to let me  take dependent deductions on Bandit and Moggy. Or let me claim Head of House.

Head of House?! Who am I kidding?! Even if the IRS let me think I was Head of House--the FurKids wouldn't. ;~)
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