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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.)

Monday, December 7, 2020

The Next Eight Years

So, I finally got my new TDL. It's valid until my B-day 2028.  Eight years.  I have The Star so I am now official.   At least for identification purposes.  😉

I knew from the photocopy the  DMV gave me to use until the USPO delivered the actual license I was kind of mad looking (as in Hatter-ish, not the emotion).   But it's even worse IRL--and I have to live with this photo for the next 8 years.

I may have to lose it just so I can have it replaced.

This photo is more than Mad-Hatter-ISH.  I look absolutely, positively, PSYCHOTIC. Imagine a female version of Charles Manson. 

She would look more normal.

On the brighter side--my hair, which was shellacked in place, looked great this year--until the raised part of the license ran through it and altered the visual.

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. 

If I were a conspiracy theorist or paranoid I would beleive the universe conspired against me. LOL.  

I've rarely been pleased with any of my photos, but this is one is beyond bad. Even by license or passport standards. It's bad enough to make babies cry. 

And this 61 year old adult. 

Did I mention this is my official state-issued identification for the next EIGHT YEARS?!  If I come into your store please don't ask for my ID-unless I'm planning a mass-casualty event, I will not look like my ID. 

I hope.

 

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