Oh No He Didn’t!

There I was this morning just like any other morning in my bedroom warm and tucked into bed.  I woke up because I knew through my internal alarm that it was time to get mommy up for her worky place.

I went to get mommy up but her bedroom door was shut.  That’s when I heard someone in the kitchen.  I got kind of excited then because I thought mommy beat me out of bed and was cooking my breakfast.  I yawned and softly walked down the hall with my hooves tapping against the wood floors.

I get to the kitchen and guess what? The piggy gate is open.  That’s odd but then again mommy is up, right?  So I walk into the kitchen.  That’s when I started shivering.  I saw that evil Don Juan on the stove cooking.  He motioned for me to come on over cause he had my breakfast ready.  That six inch tall rat is going down for this!

 

Oh No He Didn’t!

There I was this morning just like any other morning in my bedroom warm and tucked into bed.  I woke up because I knew through my internal alarm that it was time to get mommy up for her worky place.  I get out of bed, stretched and farted – what?  Doesn’t everybody do that?  Snorts with piggy laughter.

I went to get mommy up but her bedroom door was shut.  That’s when I heard someone in the kitchen.  I got kind of excited then because I thought mommy beat me out of bed and was cooking my breakfast.  I yawned and softly walked down the hall with my hooves tapping against the wood floors.

I get to the kitchen and guess what? The piggy gate is open.  That’s odd but then again mommy is up, right?  So I walk into the kitchen.  That’s when I started shivering.  I saw that evil Don Juan on the stove cooking.  He motioned for me to come on over cause he had my breakfast ready.  That six inch tall rat is going down for this!

 

31 Days of Spook – Ellis Hotel

Buckle up my friends… it’s going to be a bumpy ride today.  Today we are focusing on the Ellis Hotel that is located in downtown Atlanta, right in mom/dad’s backyard if you will.

The Ellis Hotel used to be called the Winecoff Hotel.  On December 7, 1946 it had over 260 guests checked in for overnight.  Around 3:00AM (the witching hour some say), an elevator operator smelled smoke near the fifth floor and notified other employees.  Unfortunately by that time, the third, fourth and fifth floors were already on fire. The hotel was suppose to be fireproof and it turned out that night that it wasn’t.  Due to being ‘fireproof, there was no fire escapes, no fire doors, no sprinklers or alarm system.  Over 119 guests perished that night.

The hotel was reopened in 1951 as the Peachtree Hotel on Peachtree.  It passed through multiple ownerships and in 2007 it was named the Ellis Hotel.  There are rumors of items being moved, voices, children running and woman screaming down the hallways.  One time, two weeks in a row, the current alarm system went off at 2:48AM – the same time each week.

Mom/dad felt festive one day about a year ago.  It was during their monthly date night and they spent the night at the Hotel Ellis.  It doesn’t take much to spook dad but mom on the other hand is a hard one to crack.  They stayed on the third floor in a very nice room.  Dad woke mommy up around 2:30AM complaining about the activity in the hallway.  When mom checked it out, there was nothing.  She didn’t hear it or see anything but dad said it woke him up.  Around 3:30AM, mommy woke up smelling smoke.  She’s very sensitive to the smell and she said it was overwhelming.  Again, she woke daddy up and he didn’t smell anything.  And for some reason, the elevator door went up and down a lot that night.  They could hear the doors opening and closing but no foot steps.  Needless to say, they didn’t get much sleep that night.

 

Journey with Friends

Welcome my friends to our weekly issue of Journey with Friends.  This is a time that we come together for support, for encouragement, for fellowship – all with one single goal in mind – to live better.  Welcome to our journey to share our goals and our accomplishments and our disappointments and frustrations.

Together we can do this!

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Hey friends – Happy Monday.  How are you doing today?  How was your week?

I’m learning to be nice to myself.  To take care of me first and then let others fall closely behind.  It’s a hard thing to do but I’m trying and it’s a step by step process.  Speaking of step by steps – LOL – I want to talk about something I got last week.  It’s a knock off of the Fitbit.  You know the little band you wear on your arm day and night that monitors your steps.  I can’t say enough nice things about this.  It’s awesome.  I charged it up Tuesday morning when I got it.  The only bad thing I can say is when you charge it, it pops into the charger and getting it out of the charger takes a little flexing.  After 45 minutes, it was ready to go.

I put it in the band, downloaded the app to my iPhone, made some updates on the app and there you go – time to forget about it and get on with your day.  Now the only time you take the band off is if you are showering (you don’t want to get it wet) or charging it.  It connects on your cell phone over Bluetooth.  Usually the face is black but I turned it on by a gentle touch to show you how it looks with the time.  It shows you the time, the date, steps you have taken and converts the steps into miles for the day.  At night, you turn it on sleep mode and it monitors your sleep patterns – how cool is that huh?  AND, it has an alarm that vibrates on your wrist every 2-3 hours to remind you to get up and move around if you are to sedentary.

Now, I’m a true lover of this watch and in no way got paid for saying any of these things.  I think this ‘knock off’ is ideal – especially when normal Fitbits go for around $130.00 and up.  Since I’m a bargain buyer you know that’s just too much for me.  I got this sweet band on sale from amazon for – are you ready for this – less than $20.00!  It is totally awesome and I’m hoping that it reminds me to move it – move it.  In fact the second day I wore it, I was up to over 3,000 steps which is great to me.  My goal is to eventually get to 10,000 steps a day.

So my friends, what have you done lately to help yourself out?  Have an awesome week – remember WE CAN DO THIS TOGETHER!

 

Changing…

Yawns.  What was that noise?  What woke me up?  I lay here in my bed and stretch.  Oh my – either my legs are getting longer or my bed is getting smaller.  What is up with that.  Surely I can’t still be growing.  

Oh yeah…what woke me up?  I opened one eye and looked around.  It’s still dark in here.  Surely it was just my imagination.  That’s when something strange happened.  I had this strong urge – kind of like an internal clock ticking to wake up mom for breakfast.  What?  When did that start happening?  The urge was strong too.  I opened the other eye, sat up and stretched.  Okay – this has to be a dream.  Where the heck am I?  I let my eyes adjust to the darkness and looked around.  No wonder my feet kept hitting the bottom of the bed.  What is this – a toddler bed?  Where am I?  This is not my bedroom.  I look over at a wall – what does that say?  It’s a picture of a pig wearing cow house shoes and states “Moo Shoe Pork Palace”.  Que diable?!

Again, the strong urge to wake up mom.  I don’t wake up mom like this, especially before the birds start singing and it’s still dark outside.  But for some reason the pull is strong to my bedroom door.  That’s when something so weird happened.  I opened my mouth to bark and it didn’t happen.  Instead of a bark it was a squeal and an oink?!  What in the world!  

A few minutes later, my bedroom door opened and I heard a voice say, “Thanks Bacon, time for breakfast.”  Okay, something weird is going on.  First, a cheerful voice telling me it’s breakfast time?  But the voice called me Bacon… then again who cares because they mentioned food.  

I take off down the hallway and stop in my tracks.  What?  Where are my stairs?  There’s nothing here but a long hallway.  I go into the living room and look around but my nose tells me there is food coming from the kitchen.  I poke my head into the kitchen and walk through sniffing.  That’s when the voice tells me, “Hey Sunshine.”  I tell you, I had to look around.  Who is Sunshine?  I’m Easy.  That’s when the voice puts down an amazing looking array of food – eggs?  Oh yeah – I like this room service.  Eggs with spinach and some kind of nuggets.  I quickly snarfed it down and looked up. Now to think of it, the call of nature is like calling big time.  I was at the point of crossing my legs by this time.  Can’t this woman see the whites in my eyes floating?  I need to use the facilities BIG time.  I walk through the kitchen and see the back door.  I brush up against it and plead to this woman.  Finally she gets the drift.  “Oh Bacon, you want to go out and play this early?”  No woman – I need to PEE – let me out – let me out – let the weimaraner out!

I run out the back door and almost fell down the stairs of the porch.  Where am I?  This isn’t my backyard.  Although it does look magical – what is that over in the corner?  Is that a squirrel?  I gotta go meet him and I take off running towards him.  Can you believe the guy doesn’t move.  It’s like he knows me or something.  He even talked!  “Hey Bacon, how’s it going this morning?”  Who is this squirrel?  Before I could say anything he further said, “Well have a great day pig, I gotta go work on some important holidays for your blog.”  What?  Who does he think is, Journalist Rocky the Squirrel – barks atcha my friend.

A talking squirrel – now I’ve seen everything.  I shook myself, marked some territory and went back to the door.  What the heck did I eat last night to give me these illusions?  Those mushrooms had to be psychedelic mushrooms – yeah that’s it.  Remind me to never eat those again – ever!

I went back inside and the woman said, “Time for snuggle time” and kept looking at me.  What?  You think I’m a trained pup or something?  Darn this body – where are these guttural movements coming from?  Before I could stop myself, I jumped up in this woman’s lap and started oinking.  Shaking my head.  I gotta stop eating after 8pm.  It definitely had to be the mushrooms last night?

After a while, she said she had to go to work and did I want my television on in my bedroom?  What a television all to myself in a room all to myself.  You have got to be kidding.  Now this part of the nightmare I could get used to… snorts – I mean barks.  I gotta get my barky thing checked out.  I’m going back to bed.

Something is definitely wrong.

But before I could go back to bed, this man appeared all magically delicious and said, “Hey Bacon, you want a snack?”  What?  I tell you at least my dreams have great room service.  The man gives me this piggy plate full of goodies.

Okay – what is up with this?  I mean there’s all kinds of bacon and piggy stuff.  Sure I know my brother across the pond but why give this kind of stuff to the weimaraner?

If anyone figures out this freaky stuff, please let me know okay and thanks!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh No He Didn’t!

There I was this morning just like any other morning in my bedroom warm and tucked into bed.  I woke up because I knew through my internal alarm that it was time to get mommy up for her worky place.  I get out of bed, stretched and farted – what?  Doesn’t everybody do that?  Snorts with piggy laughter.

I went to get mommy up but her bedroom door was shut.  That’s when I heard someone in the kitchen.  I got kind of excited then because I thought mommy beat me out of bed and was cooking my breakfast.  I yawned and softly walked down the hall with my hooves tapping against the wood floors.

I get to the kitchen and guess what? The piggy gate is open.  That’s odd but then again mommy is up, right?  So I walk into the kitchen.  That’s when I started shivering.  I saw that evil Don Juan on the stove cooking.  He motioned for me to come on over cause he had my breakfast ready.  That six inch tall rat is going down for this!

 

What’s it Like to Have a Pig

Last week, I did a blog posting on Facts about Moi. If you missed it, please go and take a look.  These were some of the things that people have asked mom/dad over the years.  Today, I wanted mom to write a blog posting about some facts about me.  I hope you find it interesting – take it away mom.

Thanks Bacon my cute little oinker 🙂

Having a pig is awesome.  But there are some cons and pros about having any kind of animal under your care.  We like to say that Bacon owns us and not we own a pig.  Trust me, that’s how it works here at the Hotel Thompson and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Pros: Pigs have a great sense of time.  In all the years Bacon has lived here, I do not need to set my alarm clock.  Bacon knows exactly what time to get me up in the mornings for breakfast.  His timing is so good, that he even lets us sleep in a little on the weekend.  He is the best sous chef I have ever had.  When I cook dinner at night, he often comes into the kitchen and sits on the floor waiting to help.  Help with what you ask?  Well, peeling potatoes for one.  He absolutely LOVES to eat the part I peel. Salad making is another one – the boy loves his lettuce, cucumbers and tomatoes.  And cabbage – oh my!  Every since I was kid, I love to chew on the core of the cabbage.  Now Bacon loves it too.  Bacon gives so much love – he’s warm – he’s sweet and we both love to snuggle on the sofa together at the end of a very hard day and watch some television.  That’s another thing – he loves his shows on television.  He knows key words like sit, bedtime, snuggle, kitchen, dinner, breakfast, go to your room.  He’s very smart and it shows.  AND he is very protective of me.  If he doesn’t know you, he will get in between you and me and stand guard.  If you get closer to me, he will even snort at you.  I call him my protect pig.

Cons: He is pig-headed.  Now you know where that phrase comes from.  When he wants something, he wants it yesterday.  He can put those breaks on and he will not move.  If he wants something, he will put his head down and torpedo his way to what he wants.  He is very strong and has knocked me down a couple of times.  Of course, he tries to make up for afterwards.  He *hates* to be ignored.  That is the worse thing that you can do to my sweet guy.  You can not board a pig here in our area.  So you have to arrange for a sitter in advance.  And then you worry are they taking care of him like I would.  He loves his schedule too and we feed him three times a day.  My husband tells me that I cook for him more than him – LOL.  He eats piggy chow but he also eats plenty of salads, omelets and from time to time piggy pancakes.

 

31 Days of Spook – Ellis Hotel

Buckle up my friends… it’s going to be a bumpy ride today.  Today we are focusing on the Ellis Hotel that is located in downtown Atlanta, right in mom/dad’s backyard if you will.

The Ellis Hotel used to be called the Winecoff Hotel.  On December 7, 1946 it had over 260 guests checked in for overnight.  Around 3:00AM (the witching hour some say), an elevator operator smelled smoke near the fifth floor and notified other employees.  Unfortunately by that time, the third, fourth and fifth floors were already on fire. The hotel was suppose to be fireproof and it turned out that night that it wasn’t.  Due to being ‘fireproof, there was no fire escapes, no fire doors, no sprinklers or alarm system.  Over 119 guests perished that night.

The hotel was reopened in 1951 as the Peachtree Hotel on Peachtree.  It passed through multiple ownerships and in 2007 it was named the Ellis Hotel.  There are rumors of items being moved, voices, children running and woman screaming down the hallways.  One time, two weeks in a row, the current alarm system went off at 2:48AM – the same time each week.

Mom/dad felt festive one day about a year ago.  It was during their monthly date night and they spent the night at the Hotel Ellis.  It doesn’t take much to spook dad but mom on the other hand is a hard one to crack.  They stayed on the third floor in a very nice room.  Dad woke mommy up around 2:30AM complaining about the activity in the hallway.  When mom checked it out, there was nothing.  She didn’t hear it or see anything but dad said it woke him up.  Around 3:30AM, mommy woke up smelling smoke.  She’s very sensitive to the smell and she said it was overwhelming.  Again, she woke daddy up and he didn’t smell anything.  And for some reason, the elevator door went up and down a lot that night.  They could hear the doors opening and closing but no foot steps.  Needless to say, they didn’t get much sleep that night.

 

One Important Question

Okay I admit it.  We watch a LOT of shows on the Investigative Discovery channel.  I mean a *LOT*.  I guess it intrigues mom in her line of work.  We just can’t get enough of murder and mayhem and trying to figure out who did it before the end of the show.

But I have to admit that there is one situation that repeatedly happens in the shows we watch on this channel.  One thing that is the common denominator that people do in real life.  One thing that simply amazes and blows our minds here at the Hotel Thompson.

And maybe we are thinking way too hard or we are always seeing the possibility of something that could happen.  Maybe it’s just us?  With that in mind, I come to you my friends to ask this all knowing question.

In most of the shows we watch, the common factor is that people don’t lock their doors to their house.  Really?  In this time and day with all of the bad out there looking for a place to visit, you really would leave your house door unlocked at night… let alone during the day?

Maybe it’s just us here at the Hotel Thompson that are the Chicken Little’s of the world?  We don’t just lock the doors here.  We have deadbolts and an alarm system!  Oh, and don’t forget Smith & Wesson who lives with us.  And daddy, rolls piggy eyes, he has the sign up at the Hotel Thompson.  He’s such a funny man.

So what say you?  Do you keep your doors locked or unlocked?

 

Time Change Stinks to High Heavens!

 

DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME – STINKS!

My inner pig clock is off.  Mom actually had to wake *me* up this morning for breakfast.  That stinks.  I’m suppose to be the piggy alarm clock of the house. 

I heard her get up and move around.  I just thought she was taking a potty break.  She started flipping on lights which I thought was odd.  The next thing I knew, she was opening my door and saying good morning.

 

I ate my breakfast – you know the normal piggy chow and Cheerios.  I then crawled up on the couch with mommy and went back to sleep.  I couldn’t help it.  It was too early.

Mommy explained to me about the time change and that she had to go back to the worky place today.  You see, she’s been off the past three days.  It’s been a wonderful time with mommy being off.  We had a lot of bonding time snuggling together and cleaning the house.

And do you believe that she actually put the phone and laptop on the mantel of the fireplace and didn’t pick them up until last night?   It was awesome! 

She gave me a piggy massage this morning with snuggles and kisses and put me back to bed.  It’s going to be a very, VERY long day today.  Yawn – happy Monday my friends!