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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.)

Friday, October 19, 2018

Some Days Being Organized Just Isn't Enough

Some days it just does not pay to be organized. It took three stickies, one on my bathroom mirror, one on my steering wheel, and one on my phone...but I remembered  Bed Huddle (my morning meeting with the Chief of Staff) was cancelled this morning.  

Since I would start my day on my Ward I wouldn't be entering the building through my normal door. Avoiding that door and the long walk from the adjacent parking lot, meant I could park in a lot closer to the east entrance.

The East entrance  lot has fairly good parking since most employees avoid it due to all the neighboring construction.

Since I wouldn't be in the Teague Tower for that meeting, I also wouldn't be in the vicinity of the Canteen, which meant I would either need to eat breakfast at home (too early for food), pick something up on the way in (lines are unpredictable), or pack something. While  I packed my DDPs and a breakfast shake, I decided to go ahead and pack a lunch as well.  The Mexican leftovers sounded good. My little lunch sack was full so I put my snak (bananna) in the pocket of my rain jacket. I was set.

I actually made it to The Swamp Room (my co-shared office) with time to spare.

Sounds good, right?

I have a decent parking space, I'm ready to work, I'm set for the day. I decided to eat my banana for breakfast and finish off the DDP I left yesterday.  It's a little flat but it's caffeine.

Now I'm  ready for a cold DDP. 

That's  when it hit me.  I left my lunch on my front seat.

And it's raining.

I'm wondering if I can find the app for errand running and send someone to my SUV.

(Actually it's just sprinkling, and I need the steps anyway since I came in the short walk--this was just my funny way to end this post.)

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