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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 8, 2021

Addicted to Naps

A Facebook Friend posted a meme that said, "One day you're young and wild, the next you're into air fryers." 

This was my response:

And naps.  I'm heavily enamored with naps. Some might even say I'm addicted. 

It started out innocently enough as just a Sunday afternoon thing.  

Then I needed more.  And my addiction progressed into a weekend thing. 

Now, I am full-blown hooked on everyday naps.  Yes, naps.  Plural. 

As soon as I come home after work, I take a nap. In good weather it's outside in the zero gravity lounger on my back patio.  I start out relaxing while watching birds and squirrels vie for seed, and the pups frolicing in the weeds....errr....grass.  In no time at all, I'm out for the count.  

In bad  weather (which includes weather too cold for a jacket and blankie, or weather too wet for ducks), I start out chilin'in front of the TV.  Watching reruns from a time when actors acted.   I frequently snooze sitting upright on the sofa.  If I actually lie prone, I have to set an alarm so I don't drift from one of the four stages of non-REM (non-Rapid Eye Movement) sleep cycles into the  deep sleep cycle of REM. 

Having caught my second wind,  I'm then awake until 2 or 3 am. 

At which point I take a nap before I have to get up and start getting ready for work. 

My Mom and Kindergarten Teacher would be proud. In my early childhod days, they faught to get me to submit to  a 15 minute nap. Now, I take  two, 2-hour naps a day. At least. 

I've often said I need to seek out funding for a nap-at-work field study.  I would hire the Researchers, leaving myself to be one of the Study Subjects. 

No sacrifice is too small for the sake of Science. 

Or my nap-addiction. 
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