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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 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.)

Sunday, February 4, 2018

How Late is Too Late?

My delima this morning:  how late is too late to walk into a Church service? 

Yep, I was later than usual.

Driving to church I contemplated going to breakfast and skipping first service.  But I really like getting out early, and I prefer the traditional service music over the praise songs of second service, so I stayed on my course.

I decided I'd drive to Church and see if I was too late.  

Arriving at the rear entrance, the only activity I saw was a lone car making a door-side drop.  The little devil on one shoulder said, "They are probably early for Sunday School." (We offer a shared  SS in between the two services--that way it doesn't feel like too different Churches meeting in the same building.)

The little angel on the other shoulder reminded me of the guy who walked in about 10 minutes before the invitation a couple of weeks ago." At the time my self-righteousness reared its ugly head and my first thought was, "I'm glad I'm never THAT late." I regreted the thought instantly. It was quite judgy. I didn't know if he was returning from the bathroom, or comming in after dealing with an emergency. And frankly,  it really didn't matter.  What mattered was he was there.

That's what decided it for me. 

When I arrived at the vestibule doors and  peeked into The sanctuary  the special music was about to start, so I etiquette  dictated I would wait until they were through. 

But they never started.  They were experiencing tech difficulties. So I slipped in during the wait. Which meant instead of waiting in the vestibule  and missing it, I got to hear it without a door between us muffling the sound. ☺

Even when I don't deserve His favor, I receive it. I wasn't too late after all.

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