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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 10, 2016


I'm not a waiting-patiently-with-a-smile-on-my-face kind of girl. I'm more of a desperately-trying-to-avoid-jumping-to-conclusions-and-flying-off-the-handle-to-make-a-stupid-decision-I'll-regret-later kind of girl.  Some days it's hard being me. But it's even harder being me trying to be patient.  It's a lesson I've yet to begin to learn, let alone master. 

Come on people.  I'm not getting any younger here....

It doesn't matter if I'm waiting for a life changing decision to be made, or I'm standing in the line at the grocery store. I just hate waiting. It's also one of the reasons I'm late--I hate to wait on people. But I don't want people to wait on me either. If I'm late, start without me. 

I've noticed my frustration level is lower when I have something to occupy my time while I wait. Which is why I frequently have a book to read or play a game on my iPhone/iPad. Of course, then I become engrossed in whatever I'm doing--and I lose track of time. Which makes me late. 

It's a vicious cycle. 

A cycle which I contemplate as I try to patiently wait.  Grrrr.... 

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