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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.)

Sunday, September 12, 2021

Easy-Peasy

The Plan:  
A quick trip to Sam's for three specific items. Easy-peasy

The Reality:
A cute couple offered to help me load my three items--that morphed into12--into my SUV.  I thanked them profusely before I declined their kind offer.  I have this. Easy-peasy.
 
As I reached out to open my back door, I noticed two things: The car wash last night missed a smudge, and when my  hand approached the locked door it did not unlock.

I've always loved the way my beautiful crushed burgandy paint job sparkles and shines. But it's even more dazzling when it's actually free of dust, and road grime. So, I recently purchased an "all you can wash" pass that equaled the cost of 2 car washes a month.  I have utilized it 3-4 times a week for the past couple months, so I'm for sure getting my money's worth, and better still, the smudge will be taken care of today.  Easy-Peasy. 
 
As for the locking mechanism, not unlocking occurs for any number of reasons: The key is too far from the handle.  The clicker battery is waning. Or, my favorite: the door desires my actual touch before  it allows itself to be laid bare and vulnerable. Okay. Maybe not. 

Oh, and here lately, I've forgotten to actually lock up a couple times--albeit usually at home, between grocery unloading trips (one of the reasons I will struggle with bags lined from my shoulders down to my fingertips, and slung around my neck as if I were a horse feeding on an oat feed bag--just to avoid the 15-step return trip to the SUV). 

When my hand tapped the SUVs back driver side handle,  and there was still no tell-tale pop of an unlock,  and the door immediately swung open, I realized I had in fact left my Lincoln unsecured. Again.

Alzheimer's is going to be so much "fun" at my house! That is, if I can still find my way home.  

BTW, did I mention I actually have a Ford?

Yeppers. I broke in to someone else's SUV. Thankfully it was empty. And just as thankfully,  that cute couple who offered their assistance were not around to become my unwitting accomplices. Or witnesses against me to the PoPo.

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