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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 ten 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 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.)

Monday, July 13, 2015

Early Evening

I called it an early evening at Spades tonight (we actually played Liverpool Rummy) because Moggy kept me up last night zipping around, knocking things over, and attacking my feet. I needed to go home, pick up a few things in the yard, wash my hair, and go to bed before 10pm. 

I didn't make it. 

As soon as I got home I remembered I needed to get something at the store. I knew if I didn't go right then I'd forget it for the fourth time in two days. Since it was something I could get at WalMart or HEB I decided to run in HEB--I had just grocery shopped a day or so ago so there would be fewer temptations. It would be just a quick dash in for one item. 

By the time I arrived my list had grown to five. I had just a couple of dollars and didn't want to use my debit or credit cards so I pulled out a twenty from my mad money stash. The five items should be less than that and I could run through the express lane. I took my wallet "just in case." 

My five items quickly multiplied, I did not go through the express lane, it's almost midnight,  the yard is still a mess, my hair is still dirty, and I'm wide awake. 

I should have stayed and played more cards--then when I start yawning tomorrow it would be because I had fun tonight.  :~)



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