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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.)

Thursday, April 16, 2015

N Is For No Clue (A to Z Blogging Challenge 2015)

I clearly have no clue as to how our alphabet works. Yesterday at the end of my blog post I said today was L for Limerick—because evidently I was under the impression that our alphabet goes backwards. That, and I forgot I blogged on L is for Love the day before.  

I attribute my clueless state to the recent lack of sleep related to my procrastination in gathering tax documents until the last possible minute—and I do mean last possible minute.  I completed the taxes in the wee hours the morning of the 15th, and then made a copy at work. I get off work at 4pm (when I get off on time) and the post office closes at 4:30. It’s usually a 10-15 minute hike out to the car since I park in the back-forty and have to go around construction work.
As I drove to the Post Office at 4:20, I glance down at my gas gauge, thinking I should still have at least 10 miles to go before I hit empty.  Nope. I forgot I came the back way to work, and although it’s a quicker trip because there is less construction delays, it’s a longer route. 

My gas read 0 miles to empty.
Ack! I audibly gasped and pulled into the nearest gas station—and, because I’m clueless and sleep-deprived, I did the walk of shame—I’m still not used to my gas tank being on the wrong side.  Luckily there was an appropriate pump available so  I swung around to that pump and pumped gas really fast.
Back on the road, I rechecked the clock. It was going to be close, but I could still make it.

As it happened, I pulled in at 4:29 with just seconds before they locked the door.
At first the Post Mistress tried to tell me to just put it in the box and it will get the date stamp, but then she saw the yellow pick-up stub I had and relented. 

So the taxes are in the mail—and I have received my books from my favorite bestselling author Traci Borum.  Life is good. 
And I actually do know that L comes before M, and N comes after.  Of course, that knowledge may be a direct result of the 11 hours of sleep I received last night.

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