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Oh Good Grief Daddy

These days, I can’t let my so called human daddy go anywhere.  He *always* gets into some type of trouble.  St. Patrick’s Day is March 17th.  Dad, the ever loving-gotta-have-some-fun with the holiday, went out on a mission to find some trouble fun.

Now, my dad is part Irish so he thinks this holiday is made for him – snorts

Today, dad found a drinking buddy.  This little guy that dad named O’Donnell sits on his shoulder so that he doesn’t have to drink alone.  And when dad does start to drink, not only does he have a drinking buddy but I’m sure after a few, O’Donnell will even start to talk to him – snorticles.  Good grief.

And just a note.  With dad being part Irish, he once grew a mustache and beard.  You guessed it.  It was redder than O’Donnell’s beard.  He was going to grow one for St. Patrick’s Day but mom said absolutely not.  Dad replied by telling mommy, “You’re not the boss of me.”  Well, you see who won that argument – snorts.

But never fear, even with dad’s Irish roots he doesn’t even drink alcohol.  I guess mom will change the color of his sweet tea to green with a little green dye.  That should make him merry just the same!

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Oh Good Grief Daddy

These days, I can’t let my so called human daddy go anywhere.  He *always* gets into some type of trouble.  St. Patrick’s Day is March 17th.  Dad, the ever loving-gotta-have-some-fun with the holiday, went out on a mission to find some trouble fun.

Now, my dad is part Irish so he thinks this holiday is made for him – snorts

Today, dad found a drinking buddy.  This little guy that dad named O’Donnell sits on his shoulder so that he doesn’t have to drink alone.  And when dad does start to drink, not only does he have a drinking buddy but I’m sure after a few, O’Donnell will even start to talk to him – snorticles.  Good grief.

And just a note.  With dad being part Irish, he once grew a mustache and beard.  You guessed it.  It was redder than O’Donnell’s beard.  He was going to grow one for St. Patrick’s Day but mom said absolutely not.  Dad replied by telling mommy, “You’re not the boss of me.”  Well, you see who won that argument – snorts.

But never fear, even with dad’s Irish roots he doesn’t even drink alcohol.  I guess mom will change the color of his sweet tea to green with a little green dye.  That should make him merry just the same!

 
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Posted by on 03/13/2017 in Bacon

 

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Food Porn – To Twist or Not To Twist That is the Question

    Here in this picture we see shrimp pasta – does’t it look delicious?  This comes from one of mom/dad’s favorite restaurants called Red Lobster.  They just love their shrimp pasta.  They were sharing this dish and I was looking at it when it dawned on me about something.  Look closely at the picture and kind of lean your head to the left.  You see there are two forks.  Now let’s talk about techniques in the eating of pasta shall we.  I’ve learned that this is a treacherous position to take with some folks but I’m up for the piggy challenge.  Are you?

Now, personally, I would just chomp that fine looking shrimp pasta all down without coming up for air.  It looks great to me.  But humans, they use forks and manners which dad reminds me of often that I don’t have.  Hmmpphh – so says the man who burps the alphabet huh?

Dad believes in the fork straight down and twist to get all pasta in one giant happy scoop.  Mom is not a twist kind of person.  She believes in ‘cutting’ the pasta and then scooping it up to her awaiting mouth.  Why does she do this?  She says because as a child her dad would play tic-tac-toe with her on spaghetti night.  Come again mom?  Have you been drinking the vodka today already?

Really, she says that spaghetti night was hard for a kid to learn the twist thing.  So her dad would make a tic-tac-toe chart on her plate breaking up the spaghetti and ‘cutting’ it into the pattern.  He would then challenge her to the game and eating it.  Thus, this is why she cuts it.  Does that make sense?  A nearly fifty something still playing with her food.  And mom/dad fuss at me for playing with mine.  Some things are just not fair.

So the question is my friends – to twist or not to twist.

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on 01/26/2016 in Bacon, Mom/Dad's Food Porn

 

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25 Days of Christmas

 
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Posted by on 12/13/2015 in 25 Days of Christmas, Bacon

 

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31 Days of Spook – The Wood Pile Devil

Welcome my friends to the first day of my 31 Days of Spook!  We love this time of year here at the Hotel Thompson.  It’s one of my busiest months trying to keep all of you my friends in blogville just at the right amount of teeth chattering, sitting on the edge and being scared of your own shadow.  I hope that you stay with me all month and enjoy my 31 Days of Spook.  Today, I start off my tales from a special scary story from my brother Easy.  What exactly was seen that can not be unseen in the middle of the night?  Read the story to find out and be sure to let Easy know your thoughts.  Now, lock the doors and shut the windows… you might even want to turn on a light – boo!

It happened many moons ago to the boyfriend of my mommas friend. That boyfriend had a granny who lived in a small village behind the 7 mountains near Nowheresville. Every year in Shocktober, the people there celebrated a kind of a harvest festival, called Kirmes.  That year, the guy invited his girlfriend and my momma to visit that fest and his granny agreed to let them stay over night.

They celebrated with the people of the small village and the booze ran like the Niagara Falls. After they were well filled, my mom and her friend walked to the home of that granny, placed the empty popcorn buckets next to their bed and fell asleep, while the boyfriend found no end and was glued to the beer-fountain.

In the early morning, they woke up by flashing lights and hullaballoo in front of the house. It was caused by the boyfriend who called the police…

BECAUSE:

As he went home plastered like the yellow brick road, he saw a movement next to a wood pile on the yard of his granny. And he swore by the sun and the moon and the stars and by all brewsky of slice earth that he saw the face of the devil what peeked around that wood pile. He could describe every part of the devilish face and he gave the pawlice all details that they could make a fabulous composite sketch.

Butt the pawlice was eggstremely farouche and they refused to start a dragnet operation. They brought no dogs and hey refused to pulverize the woodpile with machine guns and silver bullets nor would they throw grenades on that pile – Come on pawlice! That’s denial of assistance in an emergency case… and hey, that’s YOUR CHANCE to save the world from the evil.

Sadly the pawlice wasn’t keen to earn endless fame and famousness and after some dingy comments about barflies and drunkards they left the crime scene.  And that pawlice actually had the nerve to send a bill for the pawlice operation… 170 bucks… for nothing.


Yes, I know… if more alcohol than blood runs in our veins, it happens that we see “things”… but this guy was scared to death and he was sober with fear immediately. And also the next day he swore that he saw His Diabolic Majesty in the furs… and even as my mom met him by chance some years later, he told her the same story… and he swore again that he saw the devil….

We don’t know what or whom this guy saw that night, but with his detailed description I made an identikit, just in case you walk home once from a harvest festival …
VIOLA… here we have it …

 

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Mom Get Your Beaver Off the Table

Oh dear friends.  This is exactly what I overheard daddy telling mommy.  “Get your beaver off the table.”  Then, I went and looked at mom’s pictures on her phone and find her beaver on the table!  I was shocked.  I was in awe.  I was almost piggy mortified.

But as I do sometimes, I get ahead of myself.  You see when mom/dad met up with Shoko and Kali’s parents in Alabama, they exchanged gifts.  One of the gifts was this beaver – and don’t worry Shoko and Kali’s mom has a matching one.  Snorts – astonishing I know!  Those two brought their matching beavers drinking and out to a restaurant!  Can you imagine what everyone thought when they put them on the table?

And mom’s little beaver was drinking.  There goes any sanity that might have been thought about that night.  And then… they named their beavers.  Rolls piggy eyes.  I guess if men can name their toys, girls can too.  Snorts with laughter.

Mom named hers Billy.  That sounds like a good old southern name doesn’t it?  Well – oinks – you know there has to be a story behind that name.  You see for the longest time mom/dad watched this television show called Billy the Exterminator.  Billy was one of the main guys on the show along with his mom, dad and brother.  In their business, they would go to houses and make unwanted animals go away like roaches, snakes, mice, squirrels, etc.  One time, his mom called Billy for a job on removing some beavers.  She gave him the information and told him, “Billy, go get that beaver.”  Now, there is just something so wrong with a mom telling her son, “Go get that beaver”.  Shakes piggy head in amusement.  Maybe it was the way she said it?  I’m not sure.  But it was so funny that daddy fell off the couch laughing.

So today my friends, I leave you with this cute little beaver I found on the internet.  Have a great Monday!

And P.S.  Thank you so much my friends Jean and Bill (Kali and Shoko’s parents) for the beaver.  This little guy has gotten around into a lot of places – don’t worry the camera has followed him – snorts.

 
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Posted by on 03/23/2015 in Bacon

 

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Oh Good Grief Daddy

These days, I can’t let my so called human daddy go anywhere.  He *always* gets into some type of trouble.  St. Patrick’s Day is March 17th.  Dad, the ever loving-gotta-have-some-fun with the holiday, went out on a mission to find some trouble fun. 

Now, my dad is part Irish so he thinks this holiday is made for him – snorts

Today, dad found a drinking buddy.  This little guy that dad named O’Donnell sits on his shoulder so that he doesn’t have to drink alone.  And when dad does start to drink, not only does he have a drinking buddy but I’m sure after a few, O’Donnell will even start to talk to him – snorticles.  Good grief.

And just a note.  With dad being part Irish, he once grew a mustache and beard.  You guessed it.  It was redder than O’Donnell’s beard.  He was going to grow one for St. Patrick’s Day but mom said absolutely not.  Dad replied by telling mommy, “You’re not the boss of me.”  Well, you see who won that argument – mom!  snorts.

But never fear, even with dad’s Irish roots he doesn’t even drink alcohol.  I guess mom will change the color of his sweet tea to green with a little green dye.  That should make him merry just the same!

 

 
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Posted by on 03/16/2015 in Bacon

 

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