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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, November 23, 2016

Don't Tell Me I Can't

Don't ask me how I did it, 'cause I don't know.  But I did it! 

The first boy at the AT&T store said I couldn't log onto Blogger with the icon because I didn't have a Google account or a Gmail address. I knew I did. I just didn't know what it was or what my password was. So he made me get another Gmail account.  The Blogger icon still didn't work.

The second boy at AT&T  said the Blogger icon didn't work because my Blog is linked to my yahoo email. It's a Gmail based app so at one time it was linked to the Gmail account.  I think I made the yahoo email the primary email when I started blogging in earnest this past year or so. He also said he couldn't add my yahoo email to the account manager because it only acknowledged the two Gmail accounts for some reason. And he was right.  When I clicked on add account it did not give me a keyboard to type in anything.

Until tonight.

I haven't a clue how I did it, but I managed to add the yahoo account  to the account manager. Now  all three accounts are on it.

And when I clicked on the Blogger icon, my blog popped up. It's not the full site, just a list of my blog posts, so I may continue to log in the long way after all. 

But the important thing is:  I DID IT!!!

Even in the face of naysayers. Even though my tech-savvy rating is negative gazillion to the umpteenth power, I DID IT!!!

I love doing what I'm told I can not do. Just please don't ask me how I did it, 'cause I haven't got a clue.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Moggy, The Super Moon, and My Imagination

Moggy hopped in the SUV while I charged my phone. Something white flashed on my dash (I knew it wasn't Moggy because he had claimed Bandits cushion as his own). The flash, was most likely my preoccupied minds acknowledgement of another cars headlights glancing off my windshield; however, my murder-mystry, suspense-thriller mind thought it was  reminiscent of a flapping cape hem and I got a tad bit spooked.  Tapping the door lock, I tossed the SUV into reverse so I could ensure no crouching white-cape-wearing figures lurked between me and the safety of my door.

Moggy was unphased by the thunderous thump-thumpt...thump-thumpt of my wildly racing heart.  I eased out of the driveway for a short acclimation drive--he's getting better. He actually did well this trip. Despite leaving claw marks in both my thighs and dropping down into the floorboard near my left foot.

We stopped to drop off an empty DDP bottle in a lid-less trash can.  Then I decided I really needed to get gas while I was cognizant of the quickly dropping gas gague.

Opening the SUV door at the gas station, exiting, and reentering the SUV didn't phase Moggy. He even played with my hand through the window glass by his (er...Bandits) bed. He didn't attempt the dashboard walk until we returned to our driveway.

Before I opened the door for him, I scooped him up and hugged him. Then I placed him on the ground. I wanted him to associate the exit from the SUV with me releasing him, rather than him escaping. The last time we went for a unrestrained ride, he avoided coming back in the SUV for a couple of days. We'll see how long he avoids it this time.

I needn't have worried about his fragile psyche--I found him lounging on the welcome mat. I laughed. Then told him we should have gone to the dam to take photos of the Super Moon. But this time of the morning I actually have a decent view from my yard.

So, I played with the 'droid and it's camera effects. The Cape-wearing   boogeyman did not appear.

But I did almost fall on my fanny.

A couple of times.

And only once was because a certain white cat wended his way through my legs while I gaped at the moon.

Monday, November 14, 2016

Forgetful, That's What I'll Always Be

Nat King Cole is singin' in my head...

This morning, I as I passed Shipley's I considered stopping for a kolatche since there wasn't a line. I never have time in the mornings.

In the parking lot at work, I scored a decent parking place. And didn't get distracted by anything, so I actually made it to my first meeting a tad bit early--Monday mornings I'm never ready to start the week, and am historically later than usual. Not because I'm not there--I just lose track of time. I've never been a clock-watcher.

We talked about the Cowboys win over Pittsburg. And UMHB ranking #1 in D3.

And it was announced that the meeting would start at 7:35 that morning.

And then my Supervisor looked at me and said, "I thought you were taking the  morning off?"

Yes!  I am! I have a mid-morning much needed right-knee injection. I wasn't going to come in for an hour then leave, only to return after lunch.

The really sad thing?

It's on my phone as an appointment and and alert.

What's sadder?  This morning I remembered I need to find my appointment schedule so I can request time off on Friday for my iron infusion.

But the saddest thing?

As I walked into a building a coworker and I talked about loving the cooler weather, but my knees (his back) giving us grief over the cool.  He even mentioned his back injections and as our path parted I thought about my own injections  (I no longer need them in my back, but my knees are a different matter).

And STILL I did not recall my injection appointment. Even  as I hobbled onto the elevator.

So much for sleeping in and having a leisurely breakfast as I try to wake up for the new work week.

I guess it could be worse--at least Nat is serenading me.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

It's Big Girl Panty Time

Once again, I couldn't sleep,  and it was way too late to pop a pill to put me to sleep, so I took a drive. All by myself. Truely.  Not a car on mainstreat--and nothin' but semi's on the interstate.  

Am I the only one not glued to the TV or some other news spreading device, counting the remaining possibilities for either candidate to win? Or has everyone else gone to bed and are sleeping through the election results and the resulting media sensationalization. I may never know. But I do know this: Change is Hard. And it's really hard for me...

As you may recall I have buried my old  iPhone and gone 'droid (I can not tell you how hard it made me work to drop the an and NOT capitalize the 'droid).

Change is hard. Unless something unforeseen happens in the wee smalls,  we will awaken to a Republican President, House, and Senate.  I can't recall the last time that occurred and I don't care to Google it at this time. "What?! ML's NOT going to Google it?" You might be asking yourselves. Or not. 

Getting back to change being hard--not only will the country be in for some hard changes, but more importantly *I* am in for some hard changes. You see, I hated being held hostage by my iPhone because I don't have a way to download my photos to a non-computer external drive--unless I want to print all 6K+ photos at the Walgreens photo kiosk. Do you want to be the customer behind me?  I don't even want to be the customer behind me in that scenario.  So I promised myself when the iPhone bit the dust, rather than upgrade I would divorce it. 

Apple emancipation  day finally arrived thid past Saturday. As with any breakup, it came with a cost. 

I miss my screen savers of Bandit, and an old photo of Daddy as a kid (my Sister Robin is his spitting image in this photo). But I love the freedom of knowing all my future photos will download directly to my already installed card and my phone can never hold me in bondage again. 

And now that I have storage, I have reinstalled a couple of games I played.  And I finally have the storage to download the Kindle app.  So, even though I have read them, and have autographed copies of the first three books in the Chilton Crosse series written by  my friend, Traci Borum, I downloaded  them. All three of tgem. See, I'm learning and growing and changing. At least I'm attempting new stuff. 
I have photos going to my chippy thingy, and room for apps, life in M'Lou's tech-world is good, right?  Not so fast. 

The larger phone is cramping my wrist, iy doesn't fit into anything I own (clothing pockets, wallet, or purse), and the screen is driving me bonkers. So, I'm gonna have to adjust. 

Just like our country. 

No matter if your candidate won or lost. We ALL have to adjust our big girl and big boy panties and get over this election. 

And if anyone has time after panty-adjusting, I could sure use some 'droid tech-tutoring. I especially want to sync it to my SUV so I can continue to answer my phone hands free--and annoy my friends by talking with them from what sounds like the interior of a tin can on roller skates. 

(I'm losing steam so I'm going to bed sans editing. I see its a Republican sweep--House, Senate, and President. There will be wailing and gnashing of teeth in some quarters. Not in mine. But we will ALL experience change.)

Monday, November 7, 2016

No Matter What the Exit Polls Say, I Will Vote.

No matter what the "experts" and exit polls say, I will exercise my right and responsibility as a United States Citizen to vote.  I hope you exercise your right and responsibility and vote as well.

Remember, despite what you think or believe--God is in control.  He is. Whether you believe it or not. Whether you believe in Him or not. Our belief, or unbelief, in no way negates Who He is. He can, will, and does, use whomever and whatever He chooses, and He does not need our permission. But more importantly, He can change hearts and minds.

He used the corrupt country of Babylon to discipline Isreal for turning away from Him.  He used the unwilling, stuttering Moses to become His mouthpeice and then lead His favored People out of captivity.  He used a hot-headed fisherman named Peter to become one of the Pillars of Faith. He used a small boy armed with just a sling-shot to slay an armored giant. He used Esther to save her people. He took Saul, a persecuter of believers, and changed his heart, and renamed him Paul. Speaking of changing hearts, he took the heart of an adulter, who plotted the death of an innocent, and changed him into a man, who remained very flawed, but a man who was also known as "a man after God's own heart."

I'm going to bed now, safe in the knowledge that God is in control.

Tomorrow I will exercise my responsibility, and great privilege, to vote for the flawed candidate I feel is up to the challenge of becoming the most powerful person in the world. I hope that person shares some of my beliefs on matters important to me; however, no matter the outcome, I will remember:  God is in control and He does not require my permission to accomplish His will, in the way He sees fit.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

I'm Thinkin' it's Gonna Be Another Expensive Day...

Currently I'm at the dealership getting a brake light repaired. Since I've been working so much overtime it's been weeks since I have had time off when they are open, so I've been driving on pins and needles feeling like I have a huge target on my backside. Since time change is nearly upon us, and I'm driving in the dark just about everywhere I go, I really am more visible than normal. The good thing about the overtime is that it gives me the resources for unforeseen exlpenses.
Unfortunately, I really had the overtime money ear-marked for something else, but it is what it is. So my mood (partly because of the car expense is not the best. But its also not the best because I'm just not in the grestest of moods. Since I'm less than perky happy, it caused me to recall another gripe i have against the dealership--the new oil change stickers fade within weeks of being placed on the windshield. I know when it's due--but I like to be able to look for a reminder. So here I am settled in at tge dealership--I've made myself at home as instructed--I've eatten one of their "free" doughnuts, have hooked up to their "free" wifi, am half-heartedly listening to their "free" cable ( a Christmas show on Hallmark), and I've gone to the fridge for my "free" DDP. Ack!!! No DDP! 
Luckily I spy another fridge--which is also devoid of Diet Dr Pepper. This does not bode well.  
My next stop will be the iPhone Hospital (aka AT&T ). I really hate my iPhone right now. Last night it froze up. Then I "dropped" it. Face down. In the large driveway gravel. Now it's really frozen. The only thing I can do with it is make a voice activated call via the hands-free system in my SUV. At best I will have a phone repair bill. At the worst, I will be adopting a new phone. 
I have decided if I adopt, it will not be another iPhone. I love most things about my iPhone--except the fact that I have to download my photos to a computer (none of mine are working). Other smart phones can download directly to a thumbdrive. Well, Apple--you have me hostage to using only your technology only as long as I continue to have an iPhone--but I'm thinking today might be my apple-emancipation day. 
I also need need a pamper day--roots are showing and all claws are ragged. I usually do my hair myself--including highlights so that will cut the cost; however, I can't see well enough to do a good job on my toes--that's a job for Super Nail Girl. Besides, after a stressful day of non-fun spending, I will enjoy an hour or so in the massage chair.