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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.)

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Following Directions

I sometimes am rebellious, headstrong,  willful, and onerey--especially when it comes to following directions. 

You likely are not shocked by that revelation if you know me personally, or  have read anything I've written.  I claim both my parents had a bit of those qualities. So you might say it's in my DNA--except, truth be told, it's a choice. 😉 

When one of my former Social Workers defected to another VA, she gifted  me with a small "Break the Rules" poster. I follow that advice. Almost daily. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not an anarchist. I believe there is a time and place for rules. Rules can help guide us, keep us safe, provide utilatarian structure, or further aesthetic  artistry, etc.  I'm not a total rebel.  

For instance, I like following the order of holidays. To that end I  believe it's good to prepare for upcoming holidays, but not at the expense of rushing through the "lesser" holidays leading up to a major holiday. 

When we bypass Halloween, Veterans Day, and Thanksgiving, in a headlong rush to arrive at Christmas, we miss fully experiencing the costumes, tricks, and treats of Halloween; the bittersweet remembrance of past sacrifices of our Veterans that ensure our current freedom; and the gathering of family and friends as we express our gratefulness around a gluttonous Thanksgiving table. 

Because of this I rarely shop far in advance of the next holiday--just this week I decided not to purchase Halloween candy because Halloween is still "too far away." Besides, next week is Columbus Day. 

I will probably regret this decision, when after Columbas Day, I return to purchase Halloween candy, and it's all sold out.  But the real irony of my decision is adding another book or magazine to my cart each time I passed the book section as I criss-crossed the store "just browsing,l." I ended up with four total--three Christmas books and a Thanksgiving themed magazine. So much for following my  Holiday Rule of Order

Most reasonable rule followers will agree: under certain circumstances breaking a rule can be acceptable. There are times when a particular rule becomes obsolete or irrelevant and  is in need of revision--or  was just stupid at its inception.  

Sometimes you need to be a rebal, color outside the lines, be innovative. 

However, there are also times when the rules make sense and should be followed.  

The photo, taken during my  shopping experience today is a great example. I'm not sure the Christmas tree was meant to be a joke, the project of a bored or embittered employee, or the result of someone who didn't bother to understand the rules before breaking them; however, I do know this Christmas tree is not aesthetically pleasing to my eye. In fact, the sight of it was so odd it stopped me in my tracks as I exclaimed, "that Christmas tree is trying to be a girl!" I had to explain my comment to several clueless customers--but it was kind of fun watching the light bulb go off when they finally saw it. 💡

For the record, this slightly rebellious rule follower thinks the rule of "A-B-C-D" is much more eye-pleasing than the jumbled mess of  "A-C-B-D"--at least when its applied to Christmas tree assembly. 

Sometimes even inconsistant headstrong, willful rebels need to color within the lines...and follow directions. 

Sunday, October 3, 2021

Bare-nekkid Technique

The guy at the drive-thru window had only one glove on his hands. The other hand was bare-nekkid. 

The logic behind this practice is kind of like keeping one hand dry and clean while dredging chicken prior to frying said chicken. When practiced correctly, the gummy batter--mess is contained and minimized.

Drive-thru Guy took my germy money,  entered my order onto the germy cash register keys, and returned my germy change to me--all correctly with his ungloved, bare-nekkid hand.

In chicken dredging,  the gloved hand would be the dry hand dipping the chicken into the dry seasonings and coating.   The bare nekkid hand would be the gummed-up  hand dipping the chicken into the  egg, buttermilk, or wet batter. 

So far his bare-nekkid technique was spot on. 

He then proceeded to hand my drink and food order to me--using--you guessed it--his ungloved hand!

Obviously he has never dredged chicken.

I really wanted to educate him on the purpose of the gloved hand--hint, it will not make the wearer "MJ" cool--but I didn't have the time I knew it would take.

Besides, most people use gloves incorrectly anyway during this Age of Covid.

In order to be effective,  gloves must be removed and replenished with clean gloves after each and every contact with potential contaminants.  And your hands still have to be washed with soap and water (or a 70% alcohol-based hand sanitizer in the absence of availability of soap and water). During the Age of Covid, to use gloves in any other way renders them useless--and in fact, increases the probability that germs will be spread.

Moral of the story:  Bathe your hands after each potential contamination,  and use your gloves correctly--or allow your hands to be frequently bathed as they run free and bare-nekkid.