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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.)

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Pseudo-Sorority Sister Squeal

Much soriety-style squealing, air kissing,  hugging,  and giggling ensued in the basement hallway at work this morning. 

And I was part of it.

I'm not the soriety squealer type; however, the former coworker who saw me is. She has always greeted me in this annoying fashion. Even when we saw each other daily.

And for some unknown reason,  I reciprocate. Every time. Even though I make fun of this silliness in others.

To make matters worse, she was accompanied by three of her new co-workers. Two of them must have been sorority sisters in their former lives, because they joined in, and we became an air-kissing, ear-piercing, frenzy of a spectacle.

Number Three was obviously a Lady of Discernment. She hung back.  At least until I said, "I don't know you, but you're not getting off without joining in the melee."

After we hugged, squealed, and air kissed, someone introduced us.

It was then I realized we did in fact know of each other.  Just this week we had actually skyped several times in the course of performing our respective jobs.

I would like to say the lightbulb of recognition lit up her face a little slowly because she was in dire need of caffeine.  I would also like to say the hallway was blinding by the end of the second phrase of  my brief intro.

However, in our uncaffinated reality, our path remained dim--right up until I spoke the very last word of the final phrase.

Hi, I'm Mary Lou--the 2K PCC...The Troublemaker.

Finally.  I saw the lightbulb light up. It was less than instant recognition maybe--but recognition, none-the-less. 

My troublemaking reputation preceeds me.

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