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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.)

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Counting the Seconds

Well, there are three and a half hours left 'til the midnight deadline. Two-hundred and ten minutes. Twelve-thousand and six-hundred seconds until rejection. But it's okay. I've already been working on another submission and there are a couple more topics I'm considering.

I just have to remind myself that each time I submit a story, each time I write a blog post, even each time I post on FaceBook, I'm practicing, learning, and improving. At least I should be. Some lessons are harder than others.

The hardest lesson for me is to walk away for a while before coming back to it and editing. And then to wait even longer before I hit send. I'm usually too excited. As a result, once it's posted I usually find a typo, or five. When I read it fresh my mind sees what I think it says rather than what it actually says. I also do better edits on the written page. So I think this year I will purchase a printer.

Okay, it's now three and almost a quarter hours. One-hundred and ninety-three minutes. Eleven thousand five hundred and eighty seconds until D-day.

I wonder if there are any last minute reprieves. Maybe a midnight stay of execution...

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