It Wasn’t the Talking Gecko

So mom went out Saturday to get the mail from the mailbox.  There she was somewhat still in her pajamas and barefooted.  Us animals know because we were all watching her from the front door.  Me, Houdini, Hemi and Mouse Girl all bundled together with the heat from the sun coming through the storm door looking out for our mom.  You know just in case something happened we would all be there for her.

She made it to the mailbox.  We saw.  We were so proud of her.  Then she started back.  That’s when it happened.  Mom squealed higher than me, jumped higher than the purr things and then ran faster than Houdini to the front door.  We didn’t know what happened.  All we heard was hysterics and heavy breathing.  Daddy went outside with his magnifying glass in one hand and mom’s iPhone camera in the other.  All he could make out from mom was on the house in the corner.

He came back in snorting a bit. He asked mom to look at the gazillion pictures he took to see if he got the guy that made her try out for a triathlon.  Much to mom’s amazement, he did.  Not so bad for a guy with limited vision – he got the cute little guy.  I wonder if he wants to come in and help us out when mom is running late for work?  Snorts with piggy laughter.

 

New Show I Watched

Sometimes I watch the strangest shows on television.  Maybe I should rephrase that.  Sometimes Hollywood puts out the strangest shows on television that of course this oinker can’t pass up and has to watch.  Take for instance, a couple of weeks ago on A&E a new show came out called Fear: Buried Alive.  Now, it intrigued me and mom. We thought you know we gotta check this out and see what it is all about.  Now, I’m kind of like on one hoof WOW ya’ll did what and on the other hoof like that was time I can’t get back in my life.  Why do you say?  Let me break it down for you like only this oinker can – snorts.

There are three subjects that volunteered for this experiment.  Now here’s something I forgot to mention – this is live television.  Not only will they be buried alive in a coffin six feet under ground, they will be wired so that doctors on scene can watch their vitals and there are cameras as well as sound in the coffins.  There are two guys and one girl.

The entire reasoning behind being buried alive is to conquer fears.  Mom said she could somewhat maybe do the buried alive part.  I mean, there are so many people watching you that they aren’t going to let anything happen.  But that’s where they start throwing in twists.  One twist is that as you are laying in your coffin, you are strapped in and then they push a button and your restraints are tighter.  Another time, they play on your biggest fear.  In one box with a guy, they let in a snake.  Another box with the girl, they let in large rats.  Another box with a guy, they let in thousands of huge roaches.  All of this while you are six feet under the ground in a box.  Can you handle that now?

During this time, the audio is turned off and on between the boxes so they can’t talk to each other while they adapt to their biggest fears.  Now here you are in a box, hot, dark, you have something in the box with you, you are tied down and now you don’t have any communication with anyone – you are cut off from the world.  You are thinking to yourself, “What have I gotten myself into?”

The guy with the snake – did I tell you his history?  When he was little, he fell in a hole with a momma
snake and her babies.  The momma snake bit him on the arm.  And there he is with a snake in his coffin with him.  He tapped out during a commercial towards the end.  He couldn’t take it when the snake started slithering up from his feet towards his head.

Then the coffin with the girl, dirt starts falling in from the top of her coffin and she thinks it’s caving in.  The remaining guy, his alarm starts going off and he thinks he’s running out of oxygen.  Of course, mom and me called this – it was all in the plans to make them “think” they had immediate death upon them.  A little over an hour they stayed in their boxes under ground.

How long would you stay?

 

It Wasn’t the Talking Gecko

So mom went out Saturday to get the mail from the mailbox.  There she was somewhat still in her pajamas and barefooted.  Us animals know because we were all watching her from the front door.  Me, Houdini, Hemi and Mouse Girl all bundled together with the heat from the sun coming through the storm door looking out for our mom.  You know just in case something happened we would all be there for her.

She made it to the mailbox.  We saw.  We were so proud of her.  Then she started back.  That’s when it happened.  Mom squealed higher than me, jumped higher than the purr things and then ran faster than Houdini to the front door.  We didn’t know what happened.  All we heard was hysterics and heavy breathing.  Daddy went outside with his magnifying glass in one hand and mom’s iPhone camera in the other.  All he could make out from mom was on the house in the corner.

He came back in snorting a bit. He asked mom to look at the gazillion pictures he took to see if he got the guy that made her try out for a triathlon.  Much to mom’s amazement, he did.  Not so bad for a guy with limited vision – he got the cute little guy.  I wonder if he wants to come in and help us out when mom is running late for work?  Snorts with piggy laughter.

 

I Was Dying

Happy Friday my friends – we made it another week!  This week while surfing the net in my bedroom, I came across this poem titled I Was Dying.  I think it was so appropriate these days where we can be in such a rush with daily life that we don’t stop and smell the roses.  I hope that this touches you the way it did us here at the Hotel Thompson.  Happy Friday and let’s live some this weekend!