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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.)

Thursday, September 17, 2015

My Thought Process

A friend (Lydia) emailed an idea for our college group to consider (we get together every quarter).  This sentence had me shaking with laughter:

"There is also a huge Heritage Fair on the weekend of your birthday." 

Pretty innocuous right?  I promise you, this is no exaggeration or embellishment of my thought process....

First thought:
"Wow! They must have a Fair every weekend because it's always someone's birthday!"

Then it got worse, because I followed that thought up with--

Thought #2:
"Oh, you probably have to schedule the Fair --they probably only have the Fairs' on weekends they know a B-day person will be there!"

Even as I'm typing this, tears are streaming down my face because I'm laughing so hard at myself. I'm at Pizza Hut. People are looking at me sideways. Mothers are grabbing their children and towing them far, far, away from me because I  can't stop laughing.  

It took me three thoughts before I finally realized you were saying they have a Fair on the weekend that my birthday falls on--the weekend after Thanksgiving.  

It has NOTHING to do with anyone's B-day. 

Somedays I'm blonde. 

Somedays the blondes out think me. 


Guess which day today is?  

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