My Blog Anniversary!

Oh my friends.  Where does the time fly by so quickly?  Can you believe it’s been THREE years since my first posting on October 9, 2011? One of my biggest accomplishments in this time – is meeting all of you my wonderful and cherished blogville friends from all over the world!  Your friendship means the world to this little oinker – it really does!  And what a great thing that my blog anniversary comes in my favorite month – during my 31 Days of Spook.

So I know this post isn’t about hauntings or spooks, things that go bump in the night or squeals, but is about you – my friends.  Thank YOU for all of your support, your friendship, your shoulders when I need them to cry on and for allowing me into your homes.  YOU mean the world to this little piggy.  Smooches!

 

 

A Rolling Stone

Oh my friends – don’t forget to check out what Bashful is up to in New Zealand. Can you say swimming and meeting peeps like James Cook? XOXO – Bacon

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Greetings loyal readers and fellow maremmas. Today, mummy thought it might be a good idea to take Bashful on a road trip. As you all know, mummy is on her anti whale diet, and as part of her fitness regime she likes to got swimming. At the moment the local pool in Wanganui is closed for maintenance, so she thought she’d travel over to Marton and visit the pool over there. She doesn’t like to swim over there because it is a 50m pool and she prefers to swim in a 25m pool.

Marton is named after the home village of Captain James Cook   Now who may  you ask who is James Cook?  Well, Cook then sailed to New Zealand and mapped the complete coastline, making only some minor errors in 1769 and is created with finding New Zealand.

Bashful and James Cook

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31 Days of Spook – Story Submission

Hello my spooky friends.  I hope you have been having an awesome time so far this month on my 31 Days of Spook.  Today we have another story submission from my Auntie Sharon who lives in Australia.  You may know her better as gentlestitches.  Do you know her from down under?  If not, you are missing out on a wonderful friend.  Please be sure to check her out and tell her Bacon sent you.  Now for her tale of fright.

“A change of pace from Australia today. No horrible apparitions, weird man eating beasts, no outback disappearances and definitely no disgruntled yowies or bunyips creating havoc and preying on innocent tourists. This is about a fair dinkum “healing house” in Sydney.

This otherwise normal house in Guilford has become known as a “House of Miracles” with people flocking to it’s doors and many reporting cures and relief from symptoms.

Apparently it all started a few weeks after the owners 17 year old son was tragically killed in an automobile accident in 2006. People report the walls of the house began dripping oil and the boys parents were convinced their son was communicating with them.

Since then there has been a lot of investigations,skepticism and people saying they have been healed. Apparently the Dad was involved in fraud charges at one time but I think “miracles are just as likely to happen to someone with a past as to someone with out one. The walls continue to “drip oil” and people continue to report miracles to this day. The owners of the house refuse to take any money.

What do you think: haven or hoax?”