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My Mom Needs Training Wheels

Yep, I said that out loud.  Mom needs training wheels while she is walking!  The other day her and daddy went out to dinner – who would have thought that I know – snorts.  When leaving the restaurant, mom was so concerned about guiding daddy so he wouldn’t trip that she didn’t see this boulder on the ground.  Now that is her word – boulder.  I’m sure it wasn’t actually that big.  She hit the ‘boulder’ with her shoe.  Did I mention that she had on these really cute sandals that had openings to show her toes with their cute little pedicure colors?  She tripped, stumbled and thank goodness daddy was holding her hand so she didn’t fall down. So there she is stumbling while daddy is singing, “I’ll tumble for you” by Boy George – shakes piggy head. That’s the good part.  The bad part you ask?  Well, her big toe found the ‘boulder’.  She broke her toe nail, messed up her cute little pedicure and jerked her body from almost falling.  So as she tells daddy, she now has a catch in her giddy up.  Shakes head.  Only my mother huh?

So now mom has a catch in her giddy up, a messed up pedicure and guess who else wants to come out and play?  Mean old Mr. Arthritis.  She is also having a bad flare up with pain due to this weather that belongs in hell.  Yes I said it.  Hell.  It pushes the high 90’s every day.  When we get rain, it just makes things more steamy afterwards.  And it feels like we can never get the Hotel Thompson cool enough.  Daddy says he feels the power company lowers the power around 5pm every day.  Maybe it’s that or too many people turn their thermostats down during that time?  hhhmm – it makes you wonder doesn’t it?  Either way, even with fans you just can’t cool down and the heat is messing with mom’s arthritis.

So there you go.  You have my mom who is the stumbling toe cruncher catch in her giddy up hurting from the heat from arthritis gal at this moment.  Does that paint a picture for you?  Please send her some healing vibes and prayers this way if you don’t mind.  She’s having a hard time getting up and moving and standing and sitting.  Snorts – pretty much she has the trifecta of pain these past couple of days.  I’m hoping that this weekend she can get plenty of rest and some extra tender loving care from daddy and all of us anipals.

And tomorrow – oh joybells – we so can’t wait here.  We can’t be late for a very important date.  Mommy is expecting a phone call from someone here on blogville that is almost like a sister to her… someone that we have spoke to via blogville a LOT but never by phone  They are calling tomorrow at 2:30 pm our time.  We are ALL excited to talk to these peeps.

Can you guess who it will be?  We will post about it next week.  YAY!

 
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Posted by on 07/17/2015 in Bacon

 

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Happy National Doughnut Day!

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –

Keeping his paws on the nuts of the world –

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What a wonderful day.  Not only is it Friday but it’s also National Donut Day!  Who could ask for anything more?  It doesn’t matter what kind you like – partake in a doughnut today.  There’s many places even offering a free doughnut just for this one day – National Donut Day.  In our area, Krispy Kreme is offering a free one.  So for today, splurge and eat one to celebrate.  But the main question is – can you just eat one?

History of National Donut Day – did you know that this day was created by the Salvation Army in 1938?  It was created as a fundraiser to help the needy during the Great Depression and to honor the women who served doughnuts to military members during World War I.  About 250 Salvation Army volunteers provided assistance to America troops in France during the war.  And the kicker – Salvation Army
s’ Ensign Margaret Sheldon and Adjutant Helen Purviance cleverly thought of frying the doughnuts in the troops’ helmets.  How creative!

Whatever flavor you decide to pick – enjoy this holiday.  I’m sure that little chompers we call Bacon will enjoy a couple.  Heck, I might even too if the Hotel Thompson throws me out a couple – hint hint.

Happy National Doughnut Day!

 

 
 

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Dear Bacon

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Dear Bacon – Hey there.  Our names are Chill and Squeal.  We are pleased to meet you piggy.  We would love to meet you one day and have some fun. It sounds like we have a lot in common – play, eating, hiding, eating, rolling around, eating, hibernating until Spring, eating.  See, don’t you think?  And don’t worry about Chill’s sharp teeth in his picture.  He doesn’t use them much.  Signed Chill and Squeal

Dear Chill and Squeal – Well don’t ya’ll look like hospitality charm.  I say if you are in the area, check me out.  I’m all for new adventures – especially when eating is involved.  Perhaps we can give the purr things here a run for their money.  Just sayin’.  And what cute little sweaters – adorable!


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Dear Bacon -ssshh – don’t say a word.  We are playing hide and go seek from the purr things.  I think we found *the* spot.  We have been under here for almost two hours and the purr things haven’t even been in the room.  Awesome huh?  Signed Hide and Seek

Dear Hide and Seek –  Playing with the purr things, huh?  First let me commend you on your hiding spot.  It is most excellent indeed.  Secondly let me tell you something about pesky purr things.  They put you up to hide – are you ready for this? – to get ricd of you.  And to think, they succeeded for two hours in not having you around.  My friends, this calls for payback.  Go hide their kitty boxes.  I dare say *that* would be the ultimate pay back in hide and seek.  And maybe that would teach them not to mess with the dogs!.


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 Dear Bacon –  There is nothing to do in the winter weather except crawl up in front of the fireplace, don some glasses and read the great American novel.  Here I am reading about Rin-Tin-Tin.  It’s a great read full of adventures that we just can’t do in these cold months ourselves.  What’s your favorite thing to do in the cold months?  Signed Sir Chomps

Dear Sir Chomps –  Awesome my friend.  Reading is a great way to pass the time and live in another place for a while.  These cold months can be so awful and cold.  My favorite thing in the winter is being wrapped in my king sized Egyptian cotton sheet and dreaming of days of warmth and fun in the Spring.  It’s a great way to stay warm..


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Dear Bacon – You talk about your piggy bed all of the time.  I just wanted to show you mine.  Here I am chilling in the morning after the staff have went to work.  It’s my favorite part of the day.  A great nap followed by a snack following by another nap before the people get home.  You like?  Signed Dog in a Bed

Dear Dog in a Bed –  Hey, you are *MY* kind of friend.  I love me some sleep somewhere comfy and warm.  I say go for it!  And your routine ROCKS!  One can never have too many naps or snacks.


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Dear Bacon – I just had *that* surgery where the aliens came down and kidnapped my best friends if you know what I mean.  The only great thing is they sent me home all drugged… which I highly recommend.  Thank goodness I read about this procedure from when your Houdini had his so I knew what to expect from the alien invasion.  Dude, those little green guys can be vicious can’t they?  Signed I’m a Happy Dog

Dear I’m a Happy Dog –  Happy huh?  I know that’s the medicine talking pal.  Just think in a couple of days, the aliens will have erased all of this pain and discomfort from your mind.  Until then, enjoy the drugs 🙂

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REMEMBER FRIENDS – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU.  Please keep sending me your pictures and questions to my email. 🙂

 
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Posted by on 02/24/2015 in Bacon, Dear Bacon

 

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Where in the World is Bashful?

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Where in the World is Bashful?

The little tyke sent me this picture from his newest destination.  Not much to go on but he looks like he is having a heck of a good time.  You know that rock of mine NEVER stays home for very long.  So I’m wondering with all of the festivities in the pic, where will Bashful be spending his Christmas and New Year?  He did give me three hints.  I’ll list them here for you.

1 – He is going on vacation and will be traveling with his host family throughout the holidays.  I guess some people have the traveling gnome – we have a traveling pebble – snorts!

2 – His vision is still strong.  Sounds kind of cryptic.

3 – He’s catching up with a past girlfriend.  Wonder who this might be?

There you go my friends.  You know as much as I do.  Where or where in this huge world will Bashful be spending the holidays?

 
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Posted by on 12/18/2014 in Bacon, Bashful Field Trip

 

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31 Days of Spook – Story Submission

Hello my spooky friends.  Thank you so very much for staying with me during my 31 Days of Spook. We really hope that all of you are shaking and shivering by now with our scary stories.  Here at the Hotel Thompson, we just want you to enjoy every single spooky day that October has to give!

Today, we have another guest story submission.  This one is from my friend Lori.  Do you know Lori and her ducks?  If you don’t know them, you are definitely missing out on beautiful pictures, wonderful stories on her ducks.  You just have to go visit their blog.  Please make it a point to visit my friend Lori  – tell her that Bacon sent you.  This is her tale – enjoy my friends!

Christmas at Hanging Rock

By Lori Fontanes

There’s a visitors center at Hanging Rock but on that stifling day right before Christmas, we pretty much had the place to ourselves.  I vaguely recall one other couple, possibly on their way out, but after that, no one.  And it really was hot, even by Australian standards, and even though antipodal December means the end of spring, it must have hit triple digits.  That year, summer had come early, or maybe only at the Rock.

I’d wondered about the strange site known as Hanging Rock ever since watching Peter Weir’s lyrical film, which takes place on its stony peaks.  “Picnic At Hanging Rock” dreamily reenacts the supposed real-life disappearance of a teacher and her students on Valentine’s Day in the year 1900.  The girls and their chaperones go for a picnic but some don’t come back.  They disappear between the silent stones, without explanation.  Where did they go and why?  If they were taken, why not the others?  Since the movie doesn’t provide answers, we’d decided to see for ourselves.  One hundred years after the alleged events, we thought it would be fun to pretend to investigate.  We left our rental car in the parking lot, grabbed two water bottles and started climbing.

I’m not really good in hot weather.  It’s my husband who thrives in the heat.  Like a desert creature, he absorbs the radiance and turns it into useful energy.  I wilt.  As we slogged our way to the top, weaving among the huge boulders, he tried to joke me out of my increasingly foul mood.  It had to be 100 degrees or close to it and I felt thirstier than our water could satisfy.  Nonetheless, I suggested we ration the supply carefully.  Since it wasn’t supposed to be a long hike, my husband merely shrugged.   See, he’s the optimist and I’m the realist.  I like to be prepared; he likes to leave for the airport at the last minute.  And there we were, alone, on this weird outcropping of volcanic rock in the middle of rural Victoria.

As I think about it now, I realize that no one knew where we were.  We didn’t tell the hotel staff, our families were celebrating the holidays thousands of miles away and in these pre-smartphone days, no one expected you to stay in constant contact.  It was 2000 (yes, Y2K) so I guess we had a cell phone but I doubt we could have gotten reception.  Hanging Rock is that type of lonely, an inland Bermuda Triangle, buzzing with insects, desolate and blistering.  In fact, I wonder if the igneous formations hold a sort of magnetic charm that distorts compasses and makes minds struggle.  That day, I told myself it was just the heat.   It’s hard to think straight when the mercury hits those highs.

About halfway up, when it didn’t look like we’d meet anyone else, my husband started in with his silliness.  I guess you could call it romance.  Either way, it was the last thing I needed so I ignored his playfulness.

“Let’s keep going,” I said.

“Let’s go this way,” he said.

His way didn’t feel right.

“No, I think the sign says this way,” I demurred.

He wouldn’t listen.  I hung back as he entered a small archway that somehow I knew wouldn’t work.  Stubbornly, I stood there and watched him go.  I don’t remember the details.  He may have cried out.  Like I said, I can’t remember.

He emerged pretty quickly.

“You’re right, it’s not the way,” he said.

“What happened?”

I moved past him to see.  The path he’d chosen led to another opening and then, a sheer drop.  He must have stopped in time but he may have slipped because somehow he lost both bottles down the slope.

We kept going.

I tried not to think about losing the water.  We had a distance to hike before reaching the top.  Or should we turn around now?  Should I say something?  Would it matter?

And then, we arrived.  It looked like the summit or close enough.  Was there a rock like an altar?  A platform?  Or maybe nothing at all, my memory doesn’t say.  All I know is how bright it was and still.  Quiet, like the inside of your breath when you hold it.  I didn’t know what that quiet meant.

My husband tried to kiss me.  I sidled away.  It didn’t seem like a good idea.  I might have said, are you crazy?

He might have said, yes.

“Let’s go.”

I kept my voice as weightless as possible.  Bugs sang in counterpoint to my clattering heart.  I walked quickly in the direction of escape.

My husband made an off-color comment then followed.  I fought my rising anxiety, wanting to read the path with clarity, not fear.  We decided to go down a different way.  He might have suggested it.  I might have agreed.

It might have been the heat.

We came to an intersection where once more, he wanted one way and I, the other.  I don’t know how I knew it but on this point I’m perfectly clear:  If we’d gone his way, we might not have come back.  At that moment, I felt completely certain that the Rock wanted him to stay.  And I couldn’t tell him that.  So I had to convince him to follow me.  I ignored the insects, the heat, my thirst, our dusty isolation and said, in my calmest voice, “Let’s go this way.”

The words hung for a moment.

“Okay,” he said.

 

Copyright 2014, Lori Fontanes

 
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Posted by on 10/28/2014 in 31 Days of Spook, Bacon

 

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Bashful is a Rolling

My little rock Bashful is definitely a rolling stone gathering no moss.  He’s with my pal Speedy still and they are having a rocking good time – snorts.  Be sure to check out Speedy’s blog and see Bashful’s adventures and what new look Speedy is sporting.  It’s cute – for sure!

 
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Posted by on 07/08/2014 in Bacon, Pet Rocks

 

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Bashful’s Adventures

20140616-092019-33619197.jpgBashful is having an awesome time with my friend Speedy in the United Kingdom. Can you believe that throughout his adventures, he still found time to get help and to send me a Father’s Day card??  Look at it above – it touched my little heart so much.  It was the first thing that me and mommy looked at yesterday.  Thanks Speedy!!

Speedy is showing Bashful such a great time.  Please be sure to check out their adventures on their blog.  Here is just a couple of pictures they have posted.  That is the most adorable bed that little Bash is getting to sleep in at night – I ❤ it!  It looks so comfy.  And the other picture – aaww – Speedy’s mom/dad took him out to visit a stream.  WOW – he got to meet some of his ancestors!  So very cool.  Cause you know – Bashful’s dad was a rolling stone but his mommy was a brook pebble!

Have fun my little man!!  And thank you so much Speedy for hosting my little tyke.

 

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Posted by on 06/16/2014 in Bacon, Bashful Field Trip

 

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Happy National Doughnut Day!

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –

Keeping his paws on the nuts of the world –

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What a wonderful day.  Not only is it Friday but it’s also National Donut Day!  Who could ask for anything more?  It doesn’t matter what kind you like – partake in a doughnut today.  There’s many places even offering a free doughnut just for this one day – National Donut Day.  In our area, Krispy Kreme is offering a free one.  So for today, splurge and eat one to celebrate.  But the main question is – can you just eat one?

History of National Donut Day – did you know that this day was created by the Salvation Army in 1938?  It was created as a fundraiser to help the needy during the Great Depression and to honor the women who served doughnuts to military members during World War I.  About 250 Salvation Army volunteers provided assistance to America troops in France during the war.  And the kicker – Salvation Army
s’ Ensign Margaret Sheldon and Adjutant Helen Purviance cleverly thought of frying the doughnuts in the troops’ helmets.  How creative!

Whatever flavor you decide to pick – enjoy this holiday.  I’m sure that little chompers we call Bacon will enjoy a couple.  Heck, I might even too if the Hotel Thompson throws me out a couple – hint hint.

Happy National Doughnut Day!

 

 
 

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Happy Birthday Bashful!!

 

 OMP (oh my pig!)  Can you believe that it’s been an entire year since Bashful came to live with me?  This is him all snuggled in transport the first time that I saw him – aaww.  Wasn’t he all cute and innocent in his straw bed? 

And to think, fast forward a year and think of all of the wonderful places he has traveled.  France to see Easy, Australia to see Fozzie, Virginia to see Stuart, United Kingdom to see Misaki and where is he now?  I’m not telling but you are going to be surprised where he turns up next.  That is definitely for sure!

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So, today, let’s all wish our little international rolling stone a huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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Posted by on 03/20/2014 in Bacon, Pet Rocks

 

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Rolling Stone – WOW

 

 

Really Bashful?  Bashful is MIA from his travel to Misaki’s.  I got my issue of Rolling Stone magazine today (hey, I’m a happening pig that likes to read) and guess who is on the cover?  Bingo – that Bashful of mine.  Apparently while he was in London, he got interviewed.  Shaking my piggy head.

So maybe this tells us where he is now.  Living large with royalty and rock stars?  Bashful, if you are reading this.  You get your rock hiney here right this instant.  You have obligations waiting for you. If you are not home by this weekend, I will send authorities out to get you.

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Posted by on 01/23/2014 in Pet Rocks

 

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