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OMP! There I was this weekend, working on my laptop minding my own business since mom/dad deserted me and took Bashful on an adventure. That’s when I found this little bit of information on-line. I almost lost my piggy mind! We all know how much I love my strawberries around here at the Hotel Thompson. Heck, the more the merrier. But now Japan has done and did it. They have genetically mutated a BLUE strawberry. Squeals! Now, one part of me thinks how exciting and I would love to try one. While the other part of me, all I can think about is Violet from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory – snorts with piggy laughter. What do you think?
Here you go my friends. Deep Thought Thursday. Which pill would you take?
The red pill gives you the ability to be fluent in every spoken language possible.
The blue pill gives you the ability to master every musical instrument in the world.
What choice would you make and why? This really is a hard choice. To be able to talk to everyone in the world in their language or play all musical instruments which in itself is a form of communication?
I’ve pondered this for a couple of days. My choice – I believe it would be the blue pill – to be able to play every musical instrument. Can you imagine the music you could make? The people you could touch – the intensity of the feel of music through your body? The hours of entertainment – the variety of the instruments you could play?
This is me from last night here at the Hotel Thompson. I’m all tuckered out. Why do you ask? I’ll tell you why on this fine day my friends. I’m glad you asked – snorts. See in the picture that thing I’m lying on? Well that is my king sized Egyptian cotton sheet. You know the one that I ‘stole’ from mom. That sheet is awesome. It’s like my security blankie. I do everything with that sheet. I drag it all over the Hotel Thompson, I play with it and I sleep with it. When daddy washes it, I go back/forth from the living room to the laundry room waiting for it to come out of the dryer all nice, clean and smelly. That’s how much I love that blankie.
Last night after dinner, I pulled that sheet to the living room and spread it out on the floor. It had to be just right. You see it’s get a slick silky feel to it. It’s great for sliding – snorts. I then went to my room and ran around, down the hall and into the front room jumping on my sheet and sliding. I did this several times until I slid into the entertainment center – snorts. Then mommy said that was enough.
Then I did what I do second best. See my Olivia ball in the picture? The one that says “Pretty in Red”. I tried to play ‘soccer’ pushing it around with my snout and kicking it. That was fun too until it went airborne and knocked over dad’s empty glass – Snorts. See, he’s holding me back in my profession soccer ball career.
So after all this play, I was just tuckered out. What’s a pig to do but fall where he is and sleep forty winks. You ever get this tuckered my friends?
Yep, you can tell Spring is out and about. I started playing with my ball at the Hotel Thompson last night. I was pushing it around with my snout. Mom and Hemi playing with me for the longest time. Mom would roll it down the hall. I would go get it and push it back to the living room with my snout. Then Hemi got into the action. He would run through the house and kind of jump kicking it down the hall. I again would push it back with my snout.
I tried to get Bashful to play with me but he said he was tired from his travels still. He mentioned something about jet lag so I didn’t want to push him. I let him stay in the bedroom and put on a show for him. He went through all of my DVD’s and has fallen in love with a show called Fraggle Rock.
He says the show humors him and makes him smile. He loves the characters in it – Gobo, Red, Mokey, Wembley and Boober. Although he says the Gorgs – Pa, Ma and Junior – scare him just a tad bit. I actually found him hiding under a blanket the first time he saw them. Poor Bashful.
So, anyone up for a little bit of ball with me?
And yes, I know you are going to ask about the ball. Yes, it is Olivia the Pig. She is sassy. It is a girl. Yes she has cooties. It was the only ball they had when daddy went to the store. I don’t mind kicking her around – snort.