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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, February 22, 2015

Listen Up!

During Church the rain picked up a little bit and several people that went to early service were caught without their umbrellas as they left.  One such middle aged couple parked near me.  They walked quickly to their truck and the guy did the right thing and opened her door before going around and getting in on his side. It didn't  cost him a thing. It didn't make him any wetter, and it didn't make her any dryer. It was barely a minor inconvenience for him; however, it spoke VOLUMES.  It was a simple, thoughtful, gesture of love, respect, and appreciation. 

Listen up guys:  THAT'S what women want. 

He was parked near me and when I passed his truck on the way to mine, I tapped on his window. When he rolled it down, I told him he was a good man and his Mama taught him right.  His wife smiled and agreed. I hope she thanked him for his small act of kindness before I spoke to him. We take each other for granted far too often. 

Could she have opened her own door?  Absolutely. But if she had, she would have deprived him the pleasure of being her hero. It's how guys tell someone they love them. 

Listen up girls:  THAT'S what "Keepers" want--to protect you and be appreciated. 

I'm extremely independent and I usually reach for the door before the guy does.  I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself.  But in doing so I deprive the guy of what HE wants--to be the care taker, the provider, the protector, the hero. 

Listen up ME:  it's not a sign of weakness to allow others to be kind or to lend a helping hand. 

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