Mom has been under a little stress lately. There I said it. My mom is weird though. Instead of letting things out, she holds things in and gets really quiet. Like super quiet. Which is so unlike women – come on all of us can admit that. Us men know that when women go quiet, there is something brewing and trouble is on the horizon.
So here she is trying to exercise, lots of things on her ‘to do’ list, sweating deadlines and you know before too long she is going to blow. Shaking my piggy head. This can’t end well if you know what I mean. So I think I’m going to let mom explain the rest. Take it away mommy. Remember I love you ❤
Thanks my sweets. Mommy loves you too. I’m better today. Really I am. But I think a lot of people can relate to stress – especially when things pile up and you just can’t get it off your back. I’ve had lots of deadlines lately – work deadlines, September surprise deadlines, government deadlines, accounting deadlines. Usually I just juggle everything and off I go but this past week. WOW. Everything added up until I ran into a wall. Like for instance….
Here in Georgia we get our car tags every year which are due by your birthday. My tag is coming up due so I was going to get it one day last week. Went to the local government office to get it. Stood in line for what seemed like forever cause you know there was only what 20 people in front of me. Finally got to the window to realize that I forgot to get my emissions checked on my Jeep. Really? How could I forget that?! I’ve only been doing it for YEARS. So, I leave the office and in my favorite Scarlett O’Hara voice reminded myself that tomorrow is another day.
The next day I get up early and decide that I will get my emissions/tag on the way to work. I have plenty of time – famous last words. I go to an emissions shop that I normally go to. Guess what? They are closed because their computer is down. Lovely.
So I go on down the street to another emissions shop and pull into the facility. Their machine is working; however, the guy using the machine is pretty new at this. You can tell because of his clumsiness in getting around everything. I keep repeating to myself be patient. Then the young kid… did I mention he was young too?…plugs his contraption into my car that turns on all of the lights on the dash – which is the point of said contraption. But the young man starts getting excited telling me I’m not going to pass because my check engine light came on the dash. This kid is acting like he won the lottery jumping around and waving his hands. I thought maybe I had missed something. He rambles on and on when finally he takes a breath. I tell him that all of the lights come on during this stage to verify they work. That’s when this kid did some incredibly stupid. He told me oh no I was wrong.
Okay so maybe at this point I closed my eyes and counted to ten while this kid continued his rambling about the check engine light. I finally held my hand up to him and asked for the manager. He went and got the manager. Walking back to my car I could hear Mr. Excitable explaining to the manager what happened. The manager stopped him and pretty much told him the same thing – that’s suppose to happen. I was good. I promise you I was good. I didn’t say a word but sat there smiling like the southern gal I was. But I admit, it took a lot. And guess what? My car passed emissions. I got my paperwork, paid and told them to have a good day.
I then proceeded back to the government office to get my tag. The Gods were with me. Maybe they were paying me back for not going off on the young kid at the emissions office because I was able to walk straight in and get my tag decal. Now is that tag on my Jeep yet? Nope. I keep forgetting to put it on. Shaking my head – I think I need a secretary myself.
So I’m ahead of schedule so I’m thinking I need to take care of one more thing before work. Remember back in April when I had my car accident? The accident made one of my tail lights go out on the Jeep. I had it replaced and last week the darn same light went out again! Of course, that was bugging the heck out of me. The place I had it fixed at only takes appointments. Really, appointments at a service department. What about last minute things that come up. You have to make an appointment two weeks out? Drives me crazy. So I thought I might just go to this place this morning and check it out.
I enter the office and it was full. There was 5 consultants and they all had people they were helping. So I stood waiting patiently. No one acknowledged me but hey I’m good. That was until a MAN walks in and everyone jumps to wait on him. WHY do car places do this?! I don’t get it. What? I’m a woman so I’m invisible? I’m a woman so I don’t know how to think? Okay that might have been the point that I turned in my southern charm card. I might have said really, REALLY loudly, “So much for waiting in line.” Maybe I said it too loudly because I do believe I heard a mouse fart in the corner. Of course then someone finally acknowledged me and offered to help me.
I told him what was wrong with my car and that I was just in to get it repaired. I advised that it should still be under warranty and I wanted the bulb replaced again, that if it quit working again I would take it to the Jeep dealership. Mr. Service Guy just smiled at me and get this had the gall to say – are you ready for this? – “Okay little lady we will do just that and it will be about an hour.” What the heck?! I think the look on my face might have been his first clue that I was fixing to blow. I took a breath and told him, “First off, I would like to say thank you for calling me little and thank you for *finally* waiting on me. However, an hour of waiting for you to replace a simple bulb is totally unacceptable. I’ll give you 20 minutes and thank you.” Needless to say, I was out within 15 minutes.
So come on friends. You know we’ve all had these kind of days, right? LOL
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Oh my friends. This is Mouse Girl. We call her MG or sometimes OMG (oh Mouse Girl) – snorts. She is Pissed at daddy. That’s right – that’s Pissed with a capital P. You know that means business. Shakes piggy head. She is giving daddy the back, the shoulder, not talking to him and won’t come to him. I told you. She means business.
For her to be this mad, you know daddy had to do something really bad. I mean, she ❤ her daddy. She thinks he walks on water and does no wrong. Well… that was before the incident. Oh yes my friends. There was an incident this past weekend. An incident that can not be forgiven any time soon. An incident that shall be remembered in the mind of MG forever and ever amen. You want to know what happened? Come closer and I’ll tell you. I can’t say it too loud in case MG is listening. Okay, you ready?
Like me here at the Hotel Thompson, Mouse Girl and Hemi are slightly spoiled. Just a bit. They don’t know that they are purr things. In fact, do any of us here really know that we are not humans? That’s probably the better question. These two purr things don’t think they need to drink from a bowl. Oh no. That’s way too common for them. They have to drink from the pedestal sink in the bathroom. They are insistent too. In fact, we have to keep the bathroom door closed because if not they would be in there constantly playing and partaking in their “personal water fountain”… rolls piggy eyes. Here’s a picture of them together on their grazing fountain:
This picture was taken a while back when both were a lot smaller but you get the idea. Well, Hemi can jump straight from the floor to the sink. He’s flexible like that – go Ninja skills. But Mouse Girl, well she’s a little hefty on the back side as you can see from the first recent picture of her back – snorts. She has to jump on the commode and then jump on the sink. It’s a system that works for her. That is until this weekend.
You see when the toilet seat is down or the lid is closed, it’s fine to jump on, balance and then jump on the sink. But this past weekend someone left the seat completely up. That person shall remain nameless oh man of the house who forgot to lower the seat which is the way it should always be left. Attention women – are you following me now? Let me remind you though that although I am a man piggy, I do not lift the seat or use these facilities. I have my own potty patch in my bedroom that I keep clean. Just so you know. Direct hate male of leaving the toilet seat up to Man of the House, Hotel Thompson. Snorts.
Let me set the picture up for you. It was the middle of the night. Daddy had went to the bathroom and came back to bed. Mommy decided she should go as well. She stumbles down the hall in a half asleep/half awake mode while Mouse Girl follows. Mom hardly ever turns on the light in the middle of the night during one of these visits. She opens the door to the bathroom and Mouse Girl walks into the room. Then she heard SPLASH!
You *KNOW* this did not end well. When mommy heard the SPLASH, she flipped on the light. OMP (oh my pig!) Mouse Girl was soaking wet and stuck in the toilet fussing. Not hurt and nowhere near drowning but stuck and super soaked. It was not a happy moment for her. On one hand, mommy wanted to say thank you because it could have been her. On the other hand, mommy wanted to laugh because that was one soaked kitty. And then on the other foot, poor Mouse Girl. Then, mom said those famous words, “Honey, you need to come in here.”
Daddy fussed and stumbled down the hallway. I have to admit that he was semi-asleep up until the point he got to the bathroom and heard Mouse Girl meowing and fussing. And then mom fussing at him about this is quote, “Why, we don’t leave the lid UP”. Mommy finally got Mouse Girl out, bathed her a second time and dried her off. All of this around 2:00AM. Mouse Girl has been mad at daddy every since… with a good reason don’t you think? Snorts.
Your parents ever do something like this with consequences? Do tell.
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Glad you could make it to this month’s edition of Bacon’s Tales of Terrors. I was hoping that you would show up again… not be too afraid to read this month’s posting. I bet you’re wondering what this graphic of a bunch of play mice has to do with todays Tales of Terror.
Do you remember a couple of months ago, I spoke about the mysterious ‘squeak’ here in the Hotel Thompson? No? There’s an unknown squeak. It sounds like a pet toy that squeaks. It goes off every once in a while, usually in the same room that everyone is in. You don’t think that’s scary? What if I told you that we don’t have any ‘squeaky’ toys inside of the Hotel Thompson. That’s right – none, nada, zilch.
You see, several years ago we had a beautiful laborador here at the Hotel Thompson. Her name was Honie Bear and she loved squeaky toys. Not to play with but to destroy – snorts. So mom/dad took up all of the squeaky toys throughout the house because they were afraid that Honie Bear would swallow the ‘squeak’. Honie Bear went over the rainbow about four years ago. Thus, mom/dad know for sure that there are no squeaky toys in this house.
But still, when things are quiet and everyone is in the same room together – even the purr things – they hear a squeak. Usually it’s just one squeak. It may go weeks or sometimes months without hearing it again. It’s not a mouse squeak – it sounds like a real squeak. And it gets the purr things attention. They try to look around the room for it and they never find it. Strange. And it is still happening. Mom/dad says that when Spring gets here, they are doing some major Spring cleaning to see if it shows up. But until then, it’s a sound that everyone here finds mysterious.
And something else happened a couple of weeks ago here at the Hotel Thompson that makes you go hhmm.
We keep our bathroom door closed here due to the purr things wanting to get in there and play with the water. Yep, you read that right. The play things like to get into the bathroom and play WITH the water. Shakes piggy head – we are a weird bunch here, huh?
Mouse Girl will go to the bathroom door, scratch on it and ‘call’ for daddy to come let her into the bathroom. Daddy was busy this date and kept telling her not right now. A few minutes of this went on and then it stopped. Daddy thought that was strange. So, he listened intently for a few minutes. He heard what sounded like someone getting on the toilet in the bathroom. If you have purr things, sometimes you will hear this. It’s like a stepping stone for them to get on the sink where they can then play with the water.
Daddy shook his head. Nah, the door was shut but yet he heard that noise. He went down the hall to check on the bathroom. The door was standing open, the light was on and Mouse Girl was on the sink playing with the water. Daddy *might* have said WTF and I’m not sure what that means but he was a little shocked. I mean, okay we can say that maybe the door wasn’t closed all of the way. And we can say that Mouse Girl knows how to turn the water on. But, the light. How did the light get turned on?
Makes you go hhmmm doesn’t it? Well, I hope you enjoyed my Tales of Terror on this 13th day of the month. And today or tonight when you are home, make sure you pay close attention to the lights in your bathroom for fear of them turning on themselves 🙂
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Bashful made it back to the Hotel Thompson from Australia!
We all stayed up really late last night talking about his travels and misadventures. OMP (oh my pig)! He had a blast down under. And like Las Vegas, some things that happened in Australia stay in Australia if you know what I mean – winks winks.
You’re not going to accept that, are you? You want the juicy details of his wicked time with Bimby while making his short silent movie Rockadile Dundee. I’m sorry.
I can’t tell you any of the juicy details. Bashful said that a gentlerock does not talk about his ladies. aaaww – I raised that little pebble right!
The little international rolling stone came home with some great treasures of his time spent with his host family. The above left handed picture is Bashful in his suit that he wore to the wedding. What a handsome little guy! He now refers to that suit as his 007 Rock Bond outfit. What a riot! He told me late last night that he wore his suit out one night when he took Bimby out for a date – 🙂
The picture to the right is of Bashful and his Australian outback hat. What a looker! And you see that item behind him? That is a hand painted boomerang from Australia that came home with him. I’ve already caught him throwing it around the house. We’ve all learned how to duck really fast with that thing flying about. And never fear about his cross eyed look in the picture. I think he was slightly inebriated from the long flight home. You know, they’ll serve anyone a drink these days in the happy air above. I guess there is no ‘under age’ in the sky.
This picture to the left is of the other goodies that Bashful came home with that was in his luggage. Stickers of all different things – Koala bears, snakes and Kangaroos. Bashful told me that I could have some of them to put in our bedroom – I can’t wait to decorate my board.
And you know, they didn’t forget mom either. See that fluffy pen in the picture? It’s a Mickey Mouse pen! It lights up when you write with it. Mommy is in love with that pen. I do believe she took it to the worky place so she can use/look at it every day.
Fozziemom and company was even so nice to send the purr things some treats. Trust me, those little vultures jumped on that bag like it was crack!
And talking about crack – snorts. See that can to the left beside the Koala pouch, Bashful is hooked on that stuff! Mom/dad tried some last night and gave me a small bite. OMP (oh my pig!). It is GOOD! No wonder that little Bashful couldn’t stay out of it. It’s peppermint glory.
And you’re probably wondering about that Koala pouch. It is the cutest little thing that zips up. There was something amazing in that little pouch. I’m getting too ahead of myself so you’ll have to wait for what it was. I promise to tell you.
And of course, we have to show a picture of the intellectual Bashful with his glasses on and sporting his hat. Can you believe he went to bed last night wearing that? And yes, he used his specks when he was reading to us out loud about his adventures in his travel log.
Can you believe that we also had a slide show of his side trip to Sydney? Oh gracious – it was a hoot. He visited so many places while down under. I think we will be hearing about his tales for some time to come.
But, we are talking about the international rolling stone – my Bashful. He will be home for a couple of more days and then he is off to his next host family and his next adventure. Where will it be? Only me and the next host family will know.
But before he hops that plane, we had to take some family pictures of the “Rock Clan”. There they all are on their sofa in their bedroom getting to know each other.
From left to right, they are:
Princess Coralena (from Hawaii), Mannie (from France), Virginia (from Virginia), Bashful and wait a minute – who is that?
May I introduce you to the newest member of the Hotel Thompson. This is Rockelle from Australia. She is in this picture wearing Bashful’s Australian hat and wait – what is that? She is siding up with Bashful and they are a twosome?! Stop the presses – Bashful came home with a girlfriend?! And they know how to grow them in Australia. She has the cutest little accent and look at that purple eyeshadow. She has so woo’ed the little guy.
And you’re probably wondering about how Princess Coralena must be feeling about this. Well, let’s just say there’s going to be a rock fight about whose rock Bashful really is. I can feel it in my bones. But Bashful, he’s a young tyke. He needs to experience life right now. He can always settle down when he hangs up his travel boots, right?
So, to Fozziemom and clan – thank you so much for hosting a great time for the little fellow. I know he had an awesome time and will always cherish his memories with you in Australia. You were great.
But the bottom question remains – where will Bashful end up next?
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