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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, May 26, 2026

The Pledge

I made a pledge to. myself I would not buy any more rescue plants at HEB-- at least for a while. (A while being tonight.).

I kept my pledge. I did not purchase any more plant rescues

I saw a Pecan tree for $10 for an Arbor Day sale. What self respecting Texas doesn't have pecan tree in their yard?! It was a matter of Texas Pride

Then I saw an American Beauty Berry plant that reminded me of Mama. It was without a price. And it was the only one on the shelf. It went into my buggy. I couldn't chance it going home with someone else

Then I saw a yellow trumpet vine. It was less than $7. I mean...some of my rescues cost more than that! Its new home will either be next to my mailbox or in the bed next to the front patio and garage.

Oh, the one that reminded me of Mama? It rung up at $25. Worth every penny.

I remained true to my pledge not to buy anymore rescues. At least not until I've potted or planted the 30 or so I still need to place in their new homes around my yard. 😉

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Monday, April 27, 2026

Happy Day

So, after the disastrous weekend I worked, I was still dead tired this morning. I made it to work. Talked nicely to a bunch of people (I'm not a morning person so coherent is my goal, nice is icing on the cake), and walked all over the hospital. The whole time I was tugging at my top.

It's one of my favorites: a black tank with a semi- sheer poncho so it looks like sleeves to just past my elbows. The tugging and not laying correctly made me sad because it was no longer fitting.

I know I've gained weight, but I didn't think it was that much.

Just before a meeting I went to the potty, and when I looked in the mirror while washing my hands, I bust out in tears... however, they were tears of laughter!

I was wearing my top inside out!

I laughed so hard, I almost had to sit down so I could turn it right side out.

Then, I kept giggling all the way down the back hall to my workspace back on the ward.

The tears were flowing freely by the time I came around to the Nurses Station, and two people asked if I was okay.

By the time , I reached the workspace, I was barely upright and gasping for air. A Veterans Wife even gave me a "citation" for laughter. 🤭 I told her my story, hoping to get her to smile as well--she already was, and laughed with us as I retold the story.

Then she jumped in with one of her own. 😆😆

I just hope I don't start hearing my story being told all over the place...because it turns out she does stand up comedy!

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