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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, January 24, 2023

So, The Cowboys Lost, Again.

Since the day they were dubbed "America's Team," the Cowboys have been the Susan Luci of professional football--the team we most love to hate.


But how many of the haters, and armchair QBs, bashing the 'boys, have actually ever qualified to play on a professional football team? 


While I'm waiting for a response, consider this:


The life of any public figure has got to be difficult--every mistake, mis-step, missed attempt, wrong placement, penalty, failed completion, inexperience, lack of finesse, harsh word, past-their-prime moment, zit, blemish, wrong doing, speeding ticket, bad date, error, or poor judgement of ANY kind is on display.


On National TV.


Replayed and dissected internationally.


For days.


Weeks.


Months.


Even years to come. 


It's hard, nay--impossible--to live up to any ideal of perfection.  The self-doubt must be grueling. No amount of money to play a game can compensate for the kind of mental anguish they place on themselves. Let alone the guilt the media and "adoring fans" heap on them. Whether they "deserve" the criticism or not. 


Like it or not, every single Dallas Cowboy has earned the right to critique their team mates; however, the rest of us--especially the armchair QBs and haters, have yet to earn anything even close to the right to voice our criticism.  


Have a little grace.


A little class.


Or just be quiet! 


Unless of course, you actually HAVE qualified to play on a professional football team. 



Still waiting...

#CowboyFanForLife

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