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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.)

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Mondays Twisted Twin

It's been a Full Moon kind of week sans the full moon. I checked. 

My hands haven't been working right, forcing me to either do without, or make new friends as I ask total strangers to open my Diet Dr Pepper bottles. 

I was late to work this am, and I've pushed the wrong elevator button each and every time I've got I an elevator today. 

My cellphone charger is MIA.  

Tony, my Social Worker has got the nerve to join his wife in her retirement at the end of the week, so this is his Last Tuesday. 

This afternoon, I had to return to my office, on the far side of the hospital, to retrieve my EDP card since I was unable to swipe Bandits paw print to pay for lunch. By the time I returned, everything was closed except the sandwich line--which was backed up. Luckily the lady pulling the salad bar became distracted so I was able to toss a salad together. Pun intended. 

And it just keeps getting better.  As the day progresses I am reminded that Tuesday is simply Mondays Twisted Twin. 


On the bright side, I've met a lot of really nice people with fully functioning hands. 
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