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Oh friends – guess what? This is the magical box and guess what is in the magical box? Yep, nods head. You are right. Bashful was sent off at the end of last week. To where? Of course, my piggy mouth is shut. I know where of course but I’ve been promised to keep my lips shut until Bashful gets to his destination.
So where in the world is Bashful? Could he be south? Could he be north? Could he be east? What about west? Where could that little rock to next? And what adventures will be awaiting him? Will he meet any more rocks? What will he bringing with him?
Who is out there waiting for his arrival? We shall see soon my friends – stay tuned!
You got it! Bashful came home from his adventure visiting Sam from Tails Around the Ranch. He has talked non-top about his fun times. Cause you know some things that happened on his trip stay on the trip if you know what I mean. Snorts with piggy laughter. We had a rock party over the weekend to welcome him back home with his new ‘friend’. That’s right my friends. Bashful has brought yet another girl home. Sighs – he is such a stud rock. ❤
Without further ado, please let me introduce you to Roxann. Now Roxann is special. Roaxnn is a naturalized rock via all the way from the beach in Cozumel. Here’s the kicker. Roxann is around 5,000 years old – stunner huh? Who said with age comes disgrace. Roxann is kicking it with her beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes and red lipstick. Can you say hubba-hubba? Her birthday is March 4th.
And here’s the kicker. Sam found Roxann and Bashful in a corner snickering one day. When they were asked what they were doing, they both blushed to the high heavens. And when the box came to my crib, they were both snickering too. But this time, they were in separate compartments in their packaging. That might be good because who wants to see gravel appearing in 9 months? Snorts with piggy laughter – I’m too young to be a grandpa again.
So my dear sweet friend Sam – thank you so much for hosting my little guy.
Where will Bashful go next time in his travels? Stay tuned my friends!
We had great plans here at the Hotel Thompson this past weekend. They required lots of rest and relaxation and most of all being couch potatoes while watching endless mind wandering television shows. You know shows that are not to mind provoking or where you have to figure out who did it. Television shows that you just watch and laugh carefree without having to use that mind… endless mind shows is what we call them. Things went well Saturday.
Then Sunday the humans get up and turn on the television in the living room. They hear a big BANG. Mom looked over and the small cable box had popped and was smoking. She immediately went over and pulled all of the cables out of the wall and television. Okay, so maybe they watched too much television the day before? Snorts with piggy laughter.
Mom gets on the phone to inquire about our cable store to see where and when they are opened today. Guess what? They were closed on Sunday. What the cream cheese? Really. So Sunday was long, no television. Do you know how old school that was. I’m not sure who it killed more – mom/dad or us anipals. I mean hey I can admit it. I love my television. So Sunday we did what we ‘use’ to do before television. We talked. We cooked. We played games. We rested together. It was kind of awesome.
Then Monday, mom took the cable box to the store and explained what happened to it. They said it had happened to others and they were doing away with that type of box. What? Are you serious? Something like this has happened before and you didn’t recall these types of boxes? What if mom/dad had not been home? What if was just us anipals and this happened? Amazing customer service to boot huh?
So mom gets a new box (see picture) and was told all you have to do is plug everything in and there you go it works. Mom of course rolled her eyes and said sure. That’s when the great customer service told her, “Well we can come out to do it but it will be $75.00 for the service call”. Really?! That’s highway robbery. Mom took the box mumbling some choice pirate words on the way out of the store under her breath.
Mom gets home and opens the box. How cute. The box says, ‘”Let’s get started”. Of course mom did what no man has ever done. She read the 3 page instructions first. Then, mom had to move the giant television out and pull bookshelf/table out from the wall. This in itself about blew mom’s inner strength. Huffing and puffing, she gets everything pulled out so she can get behind the television. Now, I’m on the couch minding my own business and watching the circus start. Hemi then jumps behind the television to check things out. Houdini tries to get in on the action. All the time, mom is brushing them out from behind her war zone.
Mom follows the 3 easy steps. Plug in cable box in from cable line – √. Plug in cable from cable box to television – √. Plug in cord from cable box to wall outlet – √. Simple right? Then the final step. Turn on the television and you should have cable. Easy peasy. Mom felt great. She turned on the television. Nothing. Mom dropped the F word – fudgescicles. Oh boy. This is not good. Mom doesn’t use that word.
That’s when dad made his first mistake. “Is it plugged in?” Insert more use of the F word. Then dad made his second mistake. “Is it plugged into the right holes?” Insert more use of the F word.
Mom gets the house phone and calls the cable company for tech support. She puts them on speaker so she can have hands free for doing whatever they tell her to do. Now this is where America has went wrong. She gets a customer service rep who is clearly outsourced somewhere other than the states. She can barely understand him through his heavy accent but clearly him ask, “Is it plugged in?” Really? Now mom asks him in a very nice way could she talk to someone else who doesn’t have such a heavy accent. Nothing wrong in that. If you can’t understand someone, you are not going to get the help you need. And, she wasn’t being mean. Can you believe he was not so nice and
said a few words she couldn’t understand before transferring her. What happened to customer service these days?
Phone gets transferred and picked up by another who immediately throws mom on hold. Finally after 12 minutes, it is picked up again by another person with an accent . But this time, mom can understand them more. And of course the first thing they say, “Is it plugged in?” Really? Mom counted to 10 and said, “Yes. I’m literate I can read instructions”. Of course, the guy laughed so that eased mom down some. Through the course of about 25 minutes, every thing was attempted. Pings were sent to the box. Programming was changed. New remote was set up. Mom climbed behind the television. She pulled lines. She took everything out. She put everything back the way it was. She stood on one foot. She touched her nose. She prayed to the cable Gods.
After an hour of customer service (which I might add that this person was cool), we had cable. Eureka! Clearer and better sound quality cable. Clearer and better sound quality than we ever had. Of course mom lost her mommy mind but through an adult drink later in a sippy cup she found it.
Now, I know mom is not the only one that hates dealing with these things. What about your mom? If dad could, she would have so thrown it in his lap and said deal with it. But we know she couldn’t. And I guess this is better than waiting for the cable guy who never gets there on time and yes it saved us money because she did it… but, to what extent do you deal with things like this? Do tell my friends to cheer mom up.
Hello friends – welcome to the next series of Travels in the South. This series starts with the arrival of Fozziemom and Fozziedad all the way from Australia. Today we highlight how the mom’s encouraged the dad’s to go to a baby hospital. Something was mentioned about biological clocks. I’m not sure what that means. So the field trip was scheduled and everyone gathered in the Jeep headed to Cleveland, Georgia. Does that town ring a bell with you? How about if I show you a picture of the hospital.
Now is that a hospital or what? The moms were so totally excited upon seeing this place. Personally I think it was because of all of the mountain streets that the GPS was directing everyone to travel. And yes, it was so hidden away near the mountains that dad said he thought he heard banjo music playing. But again I digress.
Welcome my friends to Babyland General Hospital – home of the Cabbage Patch Kids. Now if you have been reading my blog for any length of time you will know that mom is not a huge fan of those kids. In fact to refresh your memory, mom got one when she was a young teenager. She completely hated it. It might have been because mom was a tomboy. It might have been because the freak had red hair and reminded her of Chucky. It could have been just because. But mom hated the freak of nature.
And upon getting fussed out repeatedly because she didn’t “play with it”, mom did just that one day. It was a swift game of Indians and Cowboys with the red headed freak being tied to a tree and set on fire. Don’t worry mom wasn’t hurt and the fire wasn’t huge… just big enough to take care of little Chuckette.
So knowing the story, you would think this would be the very last place mom would want to go for a visit. But through conversations with Fozziemom, it just *had* to happen. Strange huh?
When you pull up to the hospital, there are huge ceramic babies in cabbage leaves all along the front and sides of the building. Some are boys and other girls. Some have pacifiers while others don’t. And look at this picture closely – do you see who showed up for the tour? BASHFUL! Can you believe that?
Now daddy said that there were more squeals coming from the girls than he had heard in a long time. It wasn’t bad enough that the place looked huge from the outside but then you have all of these ‘babies’ sitting around the building. Shaking my piggy head. By this point, even mom was giving in to the hospital with anticipation and couldn’t wait to get inside of the hospital.
When you first enter, along the walls there are pictures of hundreds of celebrities who have autographed pictures to Xavier Roberts (the founder of Cabbage Patch Kids). Also as you go further into the waiting room, there is a huge cabbage patch chair. Oh don’t worry, everyone had to take a turn on the chair to get their pictures taken… you know for documentational purposes to prove they were there – yeah that’s it.
Now some people – snort oink – had a great time in that chair. And mom and Fozziemom said the cabbage patch chair is way comfortable.
The hospital is set up in many sections. The waiting room, the nursery, the baby room, the toddler room and then the delivery room.
The nursery had babies that were so young in their cribs. Of course Fozziemom couldn’t help but to gather one up and rock in the rocking chair that was so handy in the nursery. Look that picture – doesn’t that show ❤ ? And a cool thing about the nursery and baby rooms – there was crying. Babies that actually were heard crying! What an awesome delight that was.
And the baby room for toddlers – OMP! Mom said they had the toddlers in cribs taking naps, in high chairs, in bouncy chairs, on changing tables and in strollers. Can you imagine that? And there wasn’t just a few – there at least 50-75 babies in these couple of rooms. It was a hoot – and daddy said mom was overwhelmed.
After seeing these rooms, everyone had to go into the main room which also housed the delivery room. On this day, we were five minutes late or we would have seen the birth of a baby. Mom just kicks herself for missing that.
All over the main room there were hundreds of babies in different stages in their babyhood. These babies were sprouting from their cabbage patch leaves. Some of their heads would move. In another section, some babies were in their leaves and their bodies would come up and down out of the leaves. But these babies, they were ready to be born yet. The babies are pollinated by fanciful Bunnybees and taken care of by the licensed patch doctors and nurses.
Did I mention that the staff of the hospital are all dressed in nurse outfits? Of course they are – why wouldn’t they be, right? I mean it is a hospital – snorts with piggy laughter.
Dad – bless his heart – thought he was going to pass out when mom told him joyfully, “Honey, I want a baby!” He made her promise that it wouldn’t end up like the first one she had. After she promised, he let her loose to find her perfect baby.
So while Fozziemom and Fozziedad searched the hospital for their liking, mom took off to find her baby. Dad says he thinks that mom held at least 80% of the babies talking to them to see if any of them with bond with her. Just when she thought she was going to give up – she found her baby – Haley Bree.
And look at Haley Bree – with her pink glasses, pacifier and ballerina outfit that mom just had to buy for her baby – of course completed with tutu. And yes, that is a baby diaper in the picture as well that mom bought.
So my friends, what has the Travels in the South taught you? Putting together Fozziemom and mom, there will be trouble. You can’t even guess how much trouble because we will get more into that next week. But this day also teaches us that a mom can change her colors. Once mom saw exactly where Cabbage Patch Kids came from, she *had* to have one. Now, she has fond memories of their tour this day and all of the oohhing and aaahhing that mom and Fozziemom went through with all of the babies.
Join us next week my friends as we continue with our Travels in the South with Fozziemom and Fozziedad.
Today is a wonderful and glorious day – Mother’s Day. I appreciate my birth mother, Bertha, and I love her very much. If it wasn’t for her and my dad Champ, I wouldn’t be here, right? Snorts. So I’m very thankful for my mother – Happy Mother’s Day mommy Bertha.
I’m also very thankful for my adopted mother. Mommy Bertha gave me life but my adopted mom gave me a home full of love.
I’m also very thankful for my nana. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have my adopted mommy. See how these things work?
I am so excited to share this date with you my friends and wish you all a wonderful Mother’s Day filled with love and snuggable hugs.
Trivia Knowledge – did you know that the first Mother’s Day was May 10, 1908 in Philadelphia. That’s good trivia knowledge that I learned from Journalist Rocky the Squirrel.
So from me, Houdini, Hemi, Mouse Girl, the ‘rock’ clan and Journalist Rocky the Squirrel –
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL OF THE MOTHERS OUT THERE – We ♥ YOU!
For Bashful’s birthday on Friday, mom/dad took him out to a local restaurant that has really awesome southern food. He said that he was in desperate need for great food.
I tell you – in some ways that rock eats better than I do here.
In this picture, you can see that he ordered beef tips over rice, macaroni and cheese and sweet potato souffle. Talk about southern comfort food huh? Bashful said it was totally delicious and that he even licked his plate clean. That’s my boy!
When Bashful came home, me and him had a heart to heart about some of his travels and his plans for the future. That’s when he told me something that I couldn’t believe. I think I actually fell over because it was totally unbelievable. He told me a secret that I was shocked – astonished – I couldn’t fathom it to be true. So I did what any piggy would do. I ran to my mommy.
Mommy! Bashful told me X-Y-Z. Is it true? My mom got this silly grin on her face and said, “It could be.” WHAT? I tell you I cried. I literally cried like a little baby – look at this picture!
What the piggy heavens? My friends. You are so NOT going to believe this secret. I’m dying to tell you but I can’t. But Oh My Piggy Heavens. You will absolutely WET yourself when you find out what it is. Shaking my piggy head. It’s like a dream come true.
So until I can tell you, you will just have to sit and simmer and hope that I don’t spontaneous combust from excitement.
Never fear my friends – have you been wondering about Bashful and his antics of late? Well, I’m glad to report that he has been settling down here at the Hotel Thompson for a much needed rest these past couple of weeks. He advised that he had jet lag something wicked from his last trip so rest for the weary huh?
But never fear. He is still going strong and he and the other pet rocks have been putting their heads together to come up with a contest for very soon – so be on the lookout for that okay. It should be a real hoot.
AND the rock clan has something BIG they are also working on for the end of May – doesn’t that pique your interest? They never slow down – what can I say. Just like Bashful taking time out to explore and have fun with some of his friends in this picture. Can you spot him?
Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –
“Keeping my paws on the nuts of the world!”
January 7th is Old Rock Day. Yeah, I shook my head at first because I was like what does that exactly mean? Then I did some research and went aahh okay then. Old Rock Day can mean several different things according to who you are.
Say you are a woman and you have a lot of ‘rocks’… as in jewelry. Today can mean to get out something old and wear it today – show that rock off to the world. I bet he’s been lonely in that jewelry box of yours – chitter chatter!
Today can also just mean what it says – Old Rock Day. How about all of these pet rocks we have here at the Hotel Thompson? They are by all definitions old due to their nature even though they are new here – does that make sense? Perhaps they need to celebrate today and have a rock party. That would be a blast wouldn’t it?
However you spend today, celebrate Old Rock Day and share with us how you will celebrate 🙂
Oh dear piggy heavens my friends in blogville. What has my Bashful been up to you ask? As you can see in this picture, Bashful is happy, smiling and have an awesome time in Florida.
My friends Reilly and Denny have brought Bashful to many outings with them in their parks. Bashful seems to be having the time of his life with Sweet Pea.
In fact, both of them are learning about nature and other wildlife in Florida. And in some pictures oh my! Once they were reviewing the pictures at home, they saw something spooky! It would be right up my ally in my Bacon’s Tales of Terror – shivers.
So go check out my Bashful’s activities my friends. And remember, tell them that Bacon sent you! ❤