Bacon’s Show and Tell

Welcome my friends to Bacon’s Show and Tell for January.  This month we are talking about something embarrassing that has happened in our life.  It could be something from child hood, adult hood – last week for that matter.

My mom/dad are known for their troublesome ways.  In fact, I do believe that trouble finds them each and every time they leave the Hotel Thompson.  It’s just going to happen.  I’ve accepted that in my piggy life.  So today, I want to share two stories with you on my parents on something embarrassing.

First up – Dad

Now if you have been reading my blog for any length of time you know that dad is a character.  One night dad and mom decided to go out to dinner down the street at a local cafe.  Dad put on some sweats and an old t-shirt, nothing elaborate.  They drove down to the dinner, got out and started to walk to the front door.  The restaurant had windows all along the front of it and you could see inside as well as the people see outside.  Dad went to step up on the walkway and right about that time his pants got tired and fell down to his ankles.  Nothing like dinner and a show huh?  Snorts with piggy laughter.

Second up – Mom

Sweet mom.  Dad’s always picking on her and getting away with it in public places.  You know for two old people, they can be cute this way.  Dad will sometimes sneak a kiss or pat mom on the butt and nobody ever catches him doing it.  One time, mom/dad were at the mall at a store named Macy’s.  They were walking around and mom thought she was going to pat dad on the butt like he does her.  She went and did it.  Well about that time, this elderly lady turns the corner and catches mom right in the action.  Oh dear piggy heavens.  You would have thought with the way the elderly lady acted that she had caught mom grabbing dad’s front side and not his back side.  It was priceless.  Of course, dad walked off leaving mom standing there all embarrassed while said lady gave mom a tongue lashing like you wouldn’t believe.  When mom tried to walk away, the elderly lady followed her telling her that her actions were unladylike and very unbecoming a southern lady.

 

I’m In Love

WITH A PINK PIG!

I’ve heard daddy talk about this pink pig downtown.  I’ve been slightly intrigued with the thoughts of meeting a pink pig.  Yesterday while watching the news with daddy in the afternoon, I saw it on television.  OMP (oh my pig!).

It’s outrageous.  I’m intrigued.  It’s pink.  I’m curious.  It’s downtown.

You are probably asking yourself what the heck is the little miniature pot-bellied pig rambling on about?  I’ll tell you.

In downtown Atlanta for more than 50 years, Atlantans have started their holiday with the tradition of riding the Macy’s Pink Pig.  The Pink Pig is a train on top of the Lenox Square Mall.  It is held beneath a 170 foot 1950’s themed Pink Pig tent.  Kids of all ages come and ride the train – yep all ages.  That includes my daddy who acts like he is five – snorts.

The Pink Pig is called Priscilla – hubba hubba.  The Pink Pig train goes through the tracks of a life sized storybook with characters like Priscilla and her friends.

Daddy says that he remembers riding the Pink Pig when he was a child.  Unfortunately, mommy never did 😦   I told mommy that I would give her piggy back rides around the house but she said it wasn’t the same?

But this year, daddy says he wants to change that.  He wants mommy to be able to ride the Pink Pig and be part of a southern tradition here in Georgia.  Aaaww – isn’t that sweet?  Personally, I think daddy just wants to be a child again and ride it himself – snorts.  I wonder if they will let me ride it?

Do you have any traditions where you are that kind of starts of the holidays for you?