For the past four years, mom and dad have been celebrating Thanksgiving day by going to an old antebellum mansion called The Blue Willow Inn. The Blue Willow Inn is located at 294 North Cherokee Road, Social Circle, Georgia.
To the left, you will see a picture of what the restaurant looks like from the outside. It’s so pretty and was already decorated for Christmas. Inside, it’s broken down into rooms with the middle of the house being set up where the buffet is served.
I’m not sure how many of you remember Lewis Grizzard who use to be a writer for the Atlanta Journal and Consititution. Grizzard was also a great novelist. He use to frequent this restaurant and one of the dining rooms is named after him.
There was also a beautiful fountain outside of The Blue Willow Inn.
As you can tell from looking at this picture to the right, it got a little cold the night before Thanksgiving. Can you see the iciscles hanging off the fountain? bbrr – that made this little oinker cold just looking at it.
I asked mommy if she touched the iciscles and she said yes they were freezing cold! I guess someone forgot to turn that fountain off… or tell mother nature to turn up the heat – snorts.
The food at The Blue Willow Inn can be described in one word – yummy! It is southern food at its best. This picture to the left is mom’s plate. She won’t tell me how many plates she ate but she said that didn’t want to see/eat or smell food for the next three days – she’s such an amateur – snorts.
They had everything imaginable on the buffet this year: fried chicken (mom’s favorite), steak and gravy, sliced turkey, cornbread dressing, ham, mac and cheese, turnip greens, corn, green beans, sweet potatoe soufle, lima beans, fried green tomatoes, mashed potatoes, chutney, cranberry sauce, cornbread muffins and pecan cheese biscuits. Thud – I call this a piggy paradise!
And that was just the dinner. Desserts were off the hook – that’s dads words.
They had peach cobbler, chocolate cake, pecan pie, pumpkin cheesecake and coconut cake. Of course daddy had to have some. Here’s his picture of his dessert plate.
And I know you are probably wondering. Did they bring me home a piggy bag? Yes they did 🙂 and I was one happy oinker. Green beans, some turkey, a little chicken and mac & cheese. I give the restaurant four hooves up. I can do that because after I finished my piggy bag, I was laying on my back with my hooves in the air like I just didn’t care.
So that was our Thanksgiving. I hope ya’ll had a great one as well!
Houston, we may have a problem. Do you remember reading the other day about daddy prepping the turkey for mommy? Well she came home from the worky place and saw it that night. She did laugh at his shall we say creativity. But, she told him that in return he would have to survive Black Friday.
I know Fridays. I live for them every week. Fridays mean that mommy will be home for the next couple of days. Fridays mean I get to stay up late and watch television with mom and dad. Fridays sometimes even mean popcorn while watching b-rated movies on the Sy-Fy channel.
But, I’ve never heard of this Black Friday. It has to be bad. I say this for a couple of reasons. First, when mommy told daddy he would have to “survive” this day, daddy stopped laughing. Heck, for a minute I thought he was going to cry. He kept saying, “But, but, but”. Mommy didn’t listen to him. Second of all, you know something is bad when mommy laughs like the wicked witch from the east. Ooh shivers just hearing that in my head.
So this Black Friday thing, what can it be? Is it dark as black outside all day and it’s a Friday this Black Friday? Is it a plague or disease? Did someone not pay the light bill? Is it the end of days? Should I start stock piling my piggy chow in my bedroom? I’ll admit that this little piggy was scared.
I did what I do best. I squealed, ran to my bedroom and slammed my door. I then immediately started doing some research on my laptop.
ODP (oh dear piggies). It’s worse than what I thought! Did you know that the day after Thanksgiving in the USA, they call it Black Friday? Here’s the scary part. People get up voluntarily at 0400 hours to camp outside of stores to go shopping!. Thud – piggy down! 0400 hours is like way before even Old McDonald gets up at the farm. It’s before the birds start chirping. It’s before they even make the doughnuts at the Krispy Kreme. Heck, it’s before *I* even stir in my toddler bed. That’s early!
Mommy is going to make daddy go shopping with her on Black Friday at 0400 hours. Two words mom. How uncivilized. I can’t believe mom is going to get up before the break of dawn. But friends, don’t feel too sorry for daddy. I saw him the garage laughing and getting “ready” for Black Friday. He was pulling out his old pads from his football days. I think I even saw him with a hockey stick and a helmet. Oohh mommy – who is punishing who now? Snorts.
Happy Thanksgiving to the best friends a miniature pot bellied piggy could ever have!
I hope your day is full of love, family and hugs. And let’s not forget food. All kinds of food! I found another funny for today. I hope it makes you chuckle just a bit.
I also wanted to take this minute to express what I’m thankful for. I’m thankful for my friends here in blogville. I’m thankful for my family. I’m thankful for a roof over my head and a soft bed to sleep in at night. I’m thankful for the food provided for me every day. I’m thankful for the love all the way.
I’m thankful for the purr things Hemi and Mouse Girl (I hope that doesn’t go to their head). I’m thankful for Journalist Rocky the Squirrel. I’m thankful for Virginia, Princess Coralena, Manny and my pebble Bashful.
I’m thankful for the shoulders I have to lean on and the laps I have to snuggle on. I’m thankful to my birth mother who gave me to my adopted mother.
And when I count my blessings, I count all of you twice!
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving my friends. Love you bunches and bunches!
Something went seriously wrong at the Hotel Thompson. Mommy asked daddy to dress the bird and prep it for cooking. I’m not so sure this is what mommy meant for daddy to do. Although it does look more interesting. I have to admit that.
Or does this ‘dressing’ the bird equate to playing with your food? Mommy always fusses at me when I play with my food. hhmm – interesting how grown up humans get away with these things.
So much for ‘dressing’ the bird. He’s kind of too cute to eat now.
I am laughing so hard here in my bedroom that daddy had to come and check on me. OMP (Oh my pig!) I can’t breathe. This little rock of mine how he shines down under! What a snort of a time he has had. Check out Fozzie’s post of Bashful’s misadventures my friends. XOXO – Bacon
Fair play is fair play. I came across this cartoon when I was surfing the net. I absolutely fell in love with it. Who doesn’t like a cute cartoon with humor? They better take him out of the sun, he might be a little tough for dinner – snorts. XOXO – Bacon
Watch out turkeys – it’s that time of the year. You could be the one this man is looking for to invite for Thanksgiving dinner… in a bad way. It’s time to play hide and seek. PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud).
Daddy was holding my head and kept making funny faces at me. I thought it was only fair play that I returned at least a funny face too. What do you think? Signed Twisted
OMP (Oh my pig!) I love that face. Humans can be so silly with us, can’t they? They make all these goo goo gaa gaa sounds and twist their faces up. I think it’s only time that we turn it around and do it back to them. Fortunately, your dad had the camera on. Great face my friend. Thank you so much for sharing the fun!
Oh rawr and barks. I read your blog and see that you are ‘trained’. I can’t believe you let your humans do that to you. A trained pig – barks. Who has ever heard of that. Signed Jolly
Really? Are you done now laughing at me. Tell me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that harness around your neck? Who’s trained now barky thing? snorts. PLOL (Pig laughing out loud).
They say admission is the first step and I admit it. I attacked the vacuum cleaner. Well, I really don’t think it was so much of an attack as it was a jump while it wasn’t looking. Heck, it was making way too much noise. And to think mom yells at me when I bark! I was just trying to get it to be quiet. You can’t really blame me, can you? Signed Pupattack
Well, what you say is true. How can the humans get on to us and make us walk a certain line of rules and other things can’t. Just like at the Hotel Thompson. How come I can bark and squeal but daddy can sing off key loudly in the shower? I think it is all in fair play. I back you my friend. Get the petition started. I would sign it to get you out of that basket. By all means – let me sign it to get you out of the cobra basket. 🙂
Hey, what’s up my friend? Just chilling here in the sun. I think you should come down under and see me. We could have a lot of fun together. Heck, I would even let you ride in my pouch good looking. Signed Roolove
You do look awfully comfortable there my friend. So relaxed, sleepy looking from the sun actually. Although I would love to visit and ride in your ‘pouch’, I’m afraid it might be bit of a trip for me. Although, Bashful my pet rock is down under visiting. Maybe you can look him up and give him a little ride. Just be sure to please return him to his host family.
I love – just LOVE – doing this to Jed. I walk up behind him and disguise my voice saying, “Guess who?” Has anyone ever done that to you? It’s a fun little game we play. Do you know he still never guesses its me. He’s a hoot. I fool him every single time. Do it to one of your purr things and see what happens. Go ahead. Signed Fool You
Dear Fool You,
That is a cute little game my friend. I think I will tell Mouse Girl about this and have her do it to Hemi. That should be hilarious to see how that goes down. I can almost picture in my mind. I’ll be sure to try and have the camera ready for a photo opportunity. Thanks my friend for the game.
Remember my friends, send your pictures and questions to me at Baconthompson@gmail.com
The piggy of my dreams has a new movie coming out next year on March 21, 2014. I’m sorry mom/dad. You are just going to *have* to take me to the movies to see it when it debuts. I’m thinking if we call ahead and make arrangements with the local theater, they will allow me in for the show. Heck, I’ll start saving my money in my human bank until then to pay for my ticket.
Miss Piggy – the pig of my dreams – swoon! Her new movie is called Muppets Most Wanted. This movie is about the Muppets going on a global tour in Europe. Somehow they find themselves entangled in a crime caper headed by Constantine – who is a dead ringer for Kermit. Oh the atrocity! Personally, they can have Kermit as long as I get the pig – Miss Piggy that is 🙂 But, it’s not fair of me to wish the frog harm so I won’t. Taps hooves… thinks for a minute… asks for forgiveness… but I am the better pig – snorts.
So, here’s the preview for the new movie my sweet will be in. Enjoy. And Muppet peeps if you are listening, Miss Piggy needs more airtime please. She is the *star* of the movie in my eyes. Thank you.