Mom Made a New Friend – Gulps

Okay mom you can leave your new friend at the store okay – gulps.  Mom and dad went to the pet store to get some things for me and my bros here at the Hotel Thompson.  While they were in the store, they came across this guy who was being ‘walked’.  Rolls eyes – really?  He needs to be ‘walked’.  And we all know my mom, she hasn’t met a stranger yet that she won’t talk to.

So mom – with dad in tow – walks up to said stranger and inquires his name.  His name was – are you ready for this? – Chester.  Yeah okay.  So mom did something so outrageous.  She asked if she could touch Chester.  Mom – what in the heck are you thinking??  Chester gave his okay… something about his tongue sending approval.  I don’t want to know.  So while Chester’s head was turned, mom petted him.  He wasn’t greasy or slimy or anything like that.  He felt weird to the touch.

Then mom did the most insane thing.  She told daddy to give her his hand to touch Chester.  Now understand, all of this time dad is standing there and doesn’t have a clue who or what Chester is… I mean would you guess snake with a name like that?  Well dad the ever loving trustworthy guy he is reaches out his hand and touches Chester.  That’s when the guessing game began – what is Chester.  Dad thought he might have been a bearded dragon or another type of lizard.  But bless his heart he didn’t freak out when mom told him it was a snake.

Would you have freaked?  I told mom Chester was off limits here at the Hotel Thompson.  I mean OFF LIMITS!

 

7 Weeks of Weird

Today my new friend here is highlighting 7 weeks of weird in “Weirdest random fact about yourself”.  This can be something I’ve done, something I would like to do or somewhere I’ve been.

Goodness, this another hard week that required lots of thinking.  Personally there is only one weird fact that I can come up with but it’s about mom.  Mommy has a really weird fact.  Mommy doesn’t do seeds very well.  In fact, she doesn’t do them at all.  IF she goes to a restaurant and the waitress/waiter happens to put a lemon in her water, dad will have to (1) remove said lemon and all seeds that floated away in the water or (2) if there are too many seeds, request another water.  That’s how bad mommy is with seeds.  And don’t get me started about seeds in watermelons.  Mom has pictures of her dad taking the seeds out of watermelon and feeding it to her when she was a baby (see it goes way back).  Daddy does this now for mommy.  Weird huh?

 

7 Weeks of Weird

Today my new friend here is highlighting 7 weeks of weird in “Weirdest things you collect”.

This is a really easy week.  It really is.  I think most of my friends here know that I collect a really weird item.  What?  You don’t know?  Sure you do.  I collect pet rocks. 🙂   You think that’s weird enough?

You know that it all started with my first pet rock Bashful.  He was a gift.  He’s my little international rolling stone and travels around the world visiting my friends and having fun. He looks so innocent and has an innocent name but don’t let that fool you.  He’s quite the ladies rock – snorts.  Every time he goes somewhere, he always brings home a friend.

His friends include Princess Coralena from Hawaii, Manny from France, Rockelle from Australia, Virginia from Virginia,  Benedict Cumberock from the United Kingdom and Koishi from Japan.

 

7 Weeks of Weird

Okay I’m late to the band wagon.  What can I say.  I need to get out more, meet and greet more people.  That’s my goal for the rest of the year.  Let people know that moi – a mere pig – writes a blog.  Today, I noticed some of my friends with 7 weeks of weird in their blog.  I went to the source and made a new friend here.  I hope she accepts my friendship.  This is the neatest idea of 7 weeks of weird well since sliced bread… and peanut butter and jelly.  Who can get enough of that combination?  Snorts – now I’m hungry.  Great.

In today’s 7 weeks of weird, it focuses on “What is the weirdest habit/routine you have?”  I can do this.  My weirdest habit.  Don’t laugh okay.  This is something that I’ve never spoke of before.  When I eat my food out of my bowl.  I have to walk around my bowl while eating in a clockwise fashion.  I can’t just stop and eat.  I have to keep moving around my bowl.  It’s not like the food changes.  I just like the action of moving.  I think deep down I believe if I keep moving around the bowl (1) that’s exercise and I’m burning calories so I can eat more and (2) the bowl might sprout more food.  You never know – snorts.

My weird routine?  This one took some thinking.  I’ve come up with one that is intriguing and believe it or not, daddy helped me come up with it.  In the evenings after dinner, I like to sit on the sofa and cuddle with mommy.  I don’t want any help getting on the sofa.  I’m a big pig now.  I can do it myself.  BUT, I can only get up on the left side of mommy – never the right and never jump directly in her lap.  It has to be to the left and *I* have to do it myself.  If she helps, I will squeal and have a piggy tantrum so loud in protest that the house will shake here at the Hotel Thompson.

So, I hope these are two weird things that you didn’t know about moi – your friendly little pig with a blog.  I’m off to take a nap now.  Catch you on the downside.