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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...

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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.)

Monday, February 25, 2019

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

GPS Girl said if I went through H town I would be home by 8:36pm. I always take Hwy  105 from Beaumont. I avoid traffic. But not suicidal critters and ticket-writting small town cops. So I decided to follow GPS Girl's advice.

She lied.

Now it's going to be after 10pm. If she's telling the truth. I have my doubts since I'm typing this between 12-yard advancements on an access road. 

For a while the Interstate was a parking lot. Then there was an empty stretch. Now I'm watching the Interstate traffic drive past.

I shouls have known better when she had me exit in Baytown. But I could see the Interstate traffic stopped, so I followed her advice. As soon as I did, the access traffic stopped as well.

When she told me to take a right I did thinking she was routing me around the whatever on surface streets.

But then after about a mile she rerouted me back to the Interstate that was still a parking lot. I've been on this access road now several miles. Stopping for a minute every 12 yards.

While the cars on the Interstate have started to drive past. No. Whiz past.

As my ETA gets pushed back later and later. Thanks for nothing GPS Girl.

Next time, I drive what I know is a better choice. I'll just dodge the critters and outrun the law.

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  1. LoulymarFebruary 26, 2019 at 12:32 AM

    And the drama continued. My windshield wippers stopped mid-wipe (right in my line of vision--luckily the rain stopped and they migrated down). Then the blind-spot sensor was blocked. Just before I made it to Houston, whatever was blocking it stopped and it started sensing again.

    Back in Baytown I ended up backtracking when I finally made it to an on ramp (westbound was not doable, so I hopped on  eastbound, backtracked to Buc-ee's for a potty break, then got back on westbound). The traffic was much lighter. Until I came to the same exit and GPS Girl once again tried to reroute me--this time she predicted the  traffic delay to be only 9 minutes (last time she said it was 14). I  decided her 14 cost me 2 hours in rerouting. I'd take my chances on the Interstate. We crept along at 2-10 mph. But we never stopped like we did on the access roads.

    We finally made it home again. Two-and-a-half hours later than GPS Girl originally promised--but we are here.

    The SUV is off-loaded. The perishable food is in the fridge. The Boys and I have eatten a late supper and are snuggling in bed.  I'll deal with unpacking after work tomorrow.

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