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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.)

Friday, January 2, 2015

Fat Friday Advice

My first workday of 2015 started off with a bombshell:  my Social Worker will be retiring at the end if the month.  While I'm happy for him, I'm sad for me, my Ward, and the Veterans we serve. I sucked it up and said "Congrats" even though I'm not liking this. 
Then the day took a turn for the worse. 

Until lunch. We hadn't ordered out for a "Fat Friday" in quite some time, so we ordered Chinese. I got my favorite Chinese "comfort food" (for me anyway):  pork with string beans (love, love, love it when they are extra garlicky). It comes with an egg roll and soup (I requested the hot and sour).  I also substituted lo mien for the rice. I always tell them I want a "good" fortune. The slip of paper frequently has advice rather than a fortune. I hate it when the cookie gives me advice. (I also hated the Dove chocolates that gave advice--actually, the chocolate was okay--it was the advice I didn't care for.) 

Today's "fortune" was once again actually advice. But it was little bit easier to stomach. 

"Need some adventure and enjoyment? Take a vacation!" 

I can follow that advice! 

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