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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 29, 2016

What If…

This post is part of Think Kit by SmallBox.
January 28, 2016 prompt:  Alternative History:  Imagine how your life today would be different if an event in history would've gone another way. What if the British defeated the American colonies during the Revolutionary War? What if Prohibition never ended? What if the 9/11 terrorist attacks never took place? What if...”

What If…
I really don’t play the what if game. I am thankful I am who I am. However, I did wonder once, what my life would have been like had I been a boy. Mama was very strict and I grew up during the ‘70s, so there would have been no long hair for me.

I thought it would have been cool to be a “Junior” though.   As it was, I sort of am a junior—I was named after my Mama, GrandMother, and an Aunt. My Sister, of the enviable auburn hair and awesome figure, also has a feminized version of Daddy’s name. Some girls have all the luck.

I once asked Mama what my name would have been had I been a boy. I thought she would tell me I would have been Daddy’s junior. I was wrong. Very wrong.

Had I been a boy, I would have been named, Drexel Wayne—a name I had never heard before, so I asked about it. I liked the reason she gave for Wayne—which of course, was after The Duke,  John Wayne, who was all the rage. And it also alluded to Mamas maiden name of Duke. But I was puzzled over the Drexel until she told me…

It’s a street name in Dallas.

Yep, I would have been a dweeby outcast with a buzz cut and no facial hair named after a movie icon and a street.

I remain thankful I am who I am and there is no alternative history in my life.

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