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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.)

Tuesday, July 26, 2022

Keep Me on Your Prayer Request

Okay. So I've kept this under wraps for fear of jinxing it...

I'm getting ready for my third date with a very nice  young man. A friend called me a cougar but I really don't think that fits.

I met "EL" (his initials) at a clinic a few months back and we hit it off from the get go. We sat there for over an hour-and-a-half talking and getting to know each other. Actually, HE asked almost  all the questions--and he LISTENED to everything I said. He is very smart and attentive.  I  can not tell you how refreshing it is to be heard. And understood. Since he's medical he also "gets" my irreverently morbid sense of humor.  😉  The fact that he is 23 years my junior doesn't even give me cause for concern. At least not anymore.  Well kinda. Okay, so I am having a few qualms--but nothing bad enough to cancel our date.

Our second date occured about a month later (the drawback of  seeing a doctor--you have to work dates around his schedule). Again it was just about perfect. I decided he's my "one." At soon to be 63 (late November😉)  I had stopped looking for my "one." The only dates I saw were in the produce isle at HEB.  I was fine with winding down my life with just my FurKids, Friends, and extended Family. I enjoy my peace and quite--and not being  accountable to/for other people. Singlehood suits me. 

The fact that he's married does brother me--but I'm so sure he's MY one--so I'm not going to let that one detail stop me from continuing this relationship.

Don't judge. Just keep reading with an open heart and I think you will end up agreeing with me.  He's MY one.

Our "third date" is fast approaching.

Monday morning we will meet before breakfast and spend the day together....just talking and walking.  Maybe gab a light lunch, and walk and talk some more. He's really into healthy stuff.  Since it's our "third date" I'm also going nightie shopping--we've already discussed  me spending the night at his place.  Don't worry, I'm going to insist on  having my own room. 

I just need something nice to wear--in case I "happen" to bump into him in the hallway after dinner that evening...or during the night. Because, you KNOW if I'm not dressed nice that's gonna happen.

When it happens, I want to be wearing something easy, breezy, and playful--while I love my UMHB t-shirts and baggy sleep pants--they just aren't what I want him to be seeing me wearing on  our first overnight. I want something new for our first overnight. 
I'll save my comfy sleepwear for the next overnight.  😉

I also haven't got a good nickname for him yet.  I started out calling him EL, for his initials. Then, because he's a doc I've been calling him DrEL (which has turned into something like "durell"--which sounds more like he's my homeboy). The other day an eppisode of "Gilligan's Island" came on, and I remembered how much I adored the classiness of "Lovey," and even though that was a girl's nickname, I've toyed with calling him "Lovey."  I'm kind of afraid that might be a little bit forward.  Even for me. What do you think?

Okay, before we go any further, you can take me off your prayer list--or at least change the reason you will be praying for me.  I am NOT sleeping over at a married mans home next week. 

I been "funnin' ya."

"Lovey" is my orthopedic surgeon.

Our third date WILL  be an all day affair--because he will be replacing my right knee. I will arrive at the hospital before breakfast. Midmorning he will fix my knee. And by lunch I'll be up and walking. 

I may stay over at his "place" (also known as the hospital at which he  has surgical privileges). 

So you can re-add me back on your prayer lists--not as a homewrecking 
cougar--but for speedy healing and pain control. 

And pray for God's wisdom and a steady hand for Dr. Lovria. 😉

Thank you! I love you all! 

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