RSS

Tag Archives: routine

31 Days of Spook – Mental Health Ward

Today, let’s tell another true story from daddy.  I know you’re dying to hear it – evil snorts.

To get through college, daddy worked at a local hospital on the mental health ward.  No those rumors are not true – that is not where he met mommy – snorts.  When he first started at the hospital, he worked the midnight shift. The mental health ward during this time was in the basement right beside the morgue.  That would bring shivers to this little piggy to begin with.

One of his co-workers  told him a story the first couple of days that he was in training that still to this day puts his nerves on edge.  They said that years earlier, a mental health patient had gotten out of their rooms in the middle of the night.  They went into the  elevator and hung themselves around 3:00AM. Staff of the hospital found the mental health patient hanging in the elevator dead.

Since then, the elevators had locks installed on them and they won’t work without the key being inserted to call for the elevator.  The nurse told daddy that every night at 3:00AM, without fail, the elevator doors would open by themselves.  Daddy didn’t take too much into this until the first time he worked by himself.  The nurse’s station was right in front of the elevator doors.  Exactly at 3:00AM, the doors opened all by themselves. It still sends chills up and down daddy’s spine.  And the elevators to this date, still open and close exactly at 3:00AM.  Nothing is wrong with them, they’ve been checked.  There is no reason for them to open at this particular time.  Anyone going up?

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Bedtime Rituals

Do you have a bedtime ritual?  Something that you do every night before Mr. Sandman visits you?  Me being a piggy – Ireally demand a schedule.  When my schedule is off, so is my cute little personality – snorts!.  For instance, every night mom starts putting me to bed around 8:30pm.  I say start because I have a routine here at the Hotel Thompson.

At 8:30pm, mom tells me it’s time for bed.  We go into the kitchen to get my bedtime snack and a drink of water.

At 8:45pm, I’ll start wobbling down the hall to my bedroom.  I’ll take care of my ‘business’ and get into my toddler bed.

At 9:00pm, mom com20130601-001219.jpges into my bedroom to tuck me into bed and kiss me good night.  Sometimes she tells me a story.  Sometimes she sings to me and pets my back until I fall asleep.  Other times, she sets the timer on my television so I can watch one of my favorite shows for a while before I fall asleep.

At 9:15pm, mom puts Houdini to bed.  He’s not one for bedtime stories – he thinks he’s too big for that.  Can you believe it?  So, she rocks him and puts his onsie jammies on and tucks him in for the night.  Rotten little guy – rolls piggy eyes and snorts with laughter.

At 9:30pm, mom and dad go to bed.  Mouse Girl and Hemi follow them cause they sleep in their room on the big bed.  Hemi snuggles right between mom/dad and has to touch both of them.  Mouse Girl sleeps at the bottom of the bed and stretches as far as she can between mom/dad’s feet.

So, do you have a bedtime ritual?

 

 
27 Comments

Posted by on 11/06/2015 in Bacon, Hemi, Hemi and Mouse Girl, Houdini

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

31 Days of Spook – Mental Health Ward

Today, let’s tell another true story from daddy.  I know you’re dying to hear it – evil snorts.

To get through college, daddy worked at a local hospital on the mental health ward.  No those rumors are not true – that is not where he met mommy – snorts.  When he first started at the hospital, he worked the midnight shift. The mental health ward during this time was in the basement right beside the morgue.  That would bring shivers to this little piggy to begin with.

One of his co-workers  told him a story the first couple of days that he was in training that still to this day puts his nerves on edge.  They said that years earlier, a mental health patient had gotten out of their rooms in the middle of the night.  They went into the  elevator and hung themselves around 3:00AM. Staff of the hospital found the mental health patient hanging in the elevator dead.

Since then, the elevators had locks installed on them and they won’t work without the key being inserted to call for the elevator.  The nurse told daddy that every night at 3:00AM, without fail, the elevator doors would open by themselves.  Daddy didn’t take too much into this until the first time he worked by himself.  The nurse’s station was right in front of the elevator doors.  Exactly at 3:00AM, the doors opened all by themselves. It still sends chills up and down daddy’s spine.  And the elevators to this date, still open and close exactly at 3:00AM.  Nothing is wrong with them, they’ve been checked.  There is no reason for them to open at this particular time.  Anyone going up?

 
22 Comments

Posted by on 10/21/2015 in 31 Days of Spook, Bacon

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

31 Days of Spook – Mental Health Ward

Hello friends.  Today is a wonderful day indeed.  You have made it more than half way through my scares.  I applaud you for making it this far.  You deserve some credit.  So today, let’s tell another true story from daddy.  I know you’re dying to hear it – evil snorts.

To get through college, daddy worked at a local hospital on the mental health ward.  No those rumors are not true – that is not where he met mommy – snorts.

When he first started at the hospital, he worked the midnight shift. The mental health ward during this time was in the basement right beside the morgue.  That would bring shivers to this little piggy to begin with.

One of his co-workers  told him a story the first couple of days that he was in training that still to this day puts his nerves on edge.  They said that years earlier, a mental health patient had gotten out of their rooms in the middle of the night.  They went into the  elevator and hung themselves around 3:00AM. Staff of the hospital found the mental health patient hanging in the elevator dead.

Since then, the elevators had locks installed on them and they won’t work without the key being inserted to call for the elevator.  The nurse told daddy that every night at 3:00AM, without fail, the elevator doors would open by themselves.  Daddy didn’t take too much into this until the first time he worked by himself.  The nurse’s station was right in front of the elevator doors.  Exactly at 3:00AM, the doors opened all by themselves. It still sends chills up and down daddy’s spine.  And the elevators to this date, still open and close exactly at 3:00AM.  Nothing is wrong with them, they’ve been checked.  There is no reason for them to open at this particular time.  Anyone going up?

 
19 Comments

Posted by on 10/26/2014 in 31 Days of Spook, Bacon

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

My Bedtime

Bedtime at the Hotel Thompson is really a good time for me.  You’re probably thinking, “What is that pig talking about now?”  You see, I’m a kid at heart but when it comes to bedtime mommy makes it fun.  Therefore, I don’t mind going to bed.  Does that make sense now to you?  No?  Okay, here’s the scoop.

When mommy tells me it’s bedtime and to go get ready for bed, I usually jump off of the sofa where I’ve been sitting with her and stumble down the hall to my bedroom.  I do my business on my wizzy pad, yawn a couple of times and jump in bed.  Then mom comes in, tucks me in and reads me a story until I fall asleep.  See picture to the left – that’s me all smiling from my bedtime story.  And yes, that’s my favorite king size Egyptian cotton sheet.  I ❤ that sheet!

Then after I’m asleep, sometimes mom goes into the connecting room to my bedroom.  She turns on her little pink light and keeps the door open so she can see me.  And yes I said pink light – snorts.  She likes the ‘lightness’ of the lamp and you know the full light would wake this little oinker.  Then she starts her writing.  Now, when she does this you would think that it would wake me up but it doesn’t.  It’s kind of like when humans fall asleep with the fan on in their bedroom.  It’s what they call ‘white noise’ and helps you sleep.  And if mom is working up a storm, the tap-tap-tap of the keyboard is like this ‘white noise’ to me.  It kind of comforts me.  For you to experience it this ‘white noise’, I had mom record it for you.  Tell me what you think.  Is it comforting to you?

 
28 Comments

Posted by on 08/15/2014 in Bacon

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

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.

 
37 Comments

Posted by on 07/23/2014 in Bacon

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

But I *AM* in Bed – Silly Mom

20130321-084323.jpgThis is me and mom’s leg in the picture – snort.  Every night after dinner and dishes, me and mom snuggle on the couch.  It’s our time.  Mom kicks the recliner back and we pull the blankets close to get all comfy and snuggable (you can see my Egyptian cotton sheet up there with us – it’s so silky!).

She pets my back while she catches up on her emails, blogs, Facebook and watches television.  It’s our bonding time.  I keep my snout right on her leg so I know if she moves.  That’s how deep I sleep.

Sometimes I sleep so deep, I actually snore.  I can’t help it.  I know I’m completely safe right there next to mom and she won’t let anything happen to me.

Every night when it’s time to go to bed, me and mom go through the same game.  She starts softly telling me, “Bacon, wake up, it’s time to go to bed”.  Do you know how ironic that is?  Mom – I’m already asleep in bed – snort.  So every night I pretend to be asleep and hard to wake up.  Sounds like a typical kid putting off bedtime doesn’t it?  She’ll keep being persistent like a fly buzzing around your head, “Bacon, it’s time to go to bed young man.”  And, me being pig headed like I am will continue to pretend to be asleep.

Then mom picks up her tone a bit and tells me, “If you don’t go get ready for bed now, you’re going to miss your bedtime story.”  Bedtime story – did someone say bedtime story?  Of course, I immediately wake up to this, jump down and run to my room to get ready for bed.  By the time mom brushes her teeth and comes in my room, me, Bashful and the other rock clan are safely in our bed.  Mom always tucks us in, kisses us both goodnight and reads us a story.  You can’t miss her bedtime stories!

But tonight on the couch after dinner, we’ll go through the same thing all over again.  Why?  Because it’s what me and mom do of course – snort.

 
36 Comments

Posted by on 03/06/2014 in Bacon, Pet Rocks

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

My Hannah – Swoon

I was a good boy I was. No, really I was. I was on my best behavior yesterday afternoon. My new pig sitter Hannah came over to visit and go over my schedule routine. I admit I wasn’t very snuggly – I’m trying to figure out if it’s time for me to hibernate or run. This weather has me all bent out of shape. But I did lay on the couch and listen to her and daddy. And she did pet my back a little bit. And yes. She stilled smelled like baby powder. Such a great smell!

Daddy went over everything with her – my feeding schedule, what foods I like, what television shows I can watch and my bedtime. He explained that mommy reads me a bedtime story every night and puts a treat on my pillow. You know Hannah laughed at him about that. I’m not sure why. Don’t all little piggies get bedtime stories and turn down service?

.

Hannah is suppose to come back to the Hotel Thompson bright and early Saturday morning in time for mom/dad to leave on their vacation. I know they will have fun and they promise to call me every day to check on things. Hannah seems nice enough. She’s just not the mommy. Can you tell I’m already missing mommy?

Of course the purr things here, Hemi and Mouse Girl, say that they are old pro’s at this kind of thing with mommy and daddy leaving. They say that I will get used to it…. I don’t think so. Here are mom’s instructions for Hannah. Do you think she missed anything?

20131017-125024.jpg

20131017-125038.jpg

 
31 Comments

Posted by on 10/18/2013 in Bacon

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

MMIA (Mom Missing in Action)

If you know anything about me, I am all about my little routine here at the Hotel Thompson. I like to keep to my schedule and know what to expect each day. This past week, a monkey wrench was thrown in that schedule and mom went missing. Yep, that’s right. I said mom went MISSING.

I say missing because routine things that “we” do together didn’t happen…like mommy/piggy time. And for the most part, mommy didn’t go to the worky place. I didn’t see her much around the house but I knew she was there. I could smell her scent and I could hear something that kind of sounded like mommy. I just didn’t see her.

20130406-160621.jpg

Early last week, I posted that mom was sick. It takes a lot for mom to say she’s sick so when she made herself a doctors appointment, daddy knew she must be feeling really, really bad. After they got back from the doctors appointment, mom looked worse, very pale and shaky. Daddy got her to bed and started all of her medicines. He said that she was going to stay in the bedroom to get plenty of rest and to keep the germs away from me. Daddy assured me he was taking good care of her for me.

There was a couple of late nights that I could hear mom coughing so hard and I think I even heard her crying one night. Finally Sunday, the bedroom door opened and mom came out. I wanted to run over to her and knock her down but daddy told me to wait. She looked weak and shaky so I waited until she sat down on the sofa. Then, I had to go see her. I couldn’t get enough! She hugged me so hard. I kept ‘talking’ to her and telling her how much I missed her all week. I mean daddy took care of me but no one can replace mommy.

Mommy is finally getting better. Her voice sounds really weird which kind of intrigues me. She’s even suppose to go back to that worky place today. I just hope that she doesn’t overdo it. We can’t have mommy sick again – ever!

 
9 Comments

Posted by on 04/08/2013 in Uncategorized

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

But I *AM* in Bed – Silly Mom

20130321-084323.jpgThis is me and mom’s leg in the picture – snort.  Every night after dinner and dishes, me and mom snuggle on the couch.  It’s our time.  Mom kicks the recliner back and we pull the blankets close to get all comfy and snuggable (you can see my Egyptian cotton sheet up there with us – it’s so silky!).

She pets my back while she catches up on her emails, blogs, Facebook and watches television.  It’s our bonding time.  I keep my snout right on her leg so I know if she moves.  That’s how deep I sleep. 

Sometimes I sleep so deep, I actually snore.  I can’t help it.  I know I’m completely safe right there next to mom and she won’t let anything happen to me. 

Every night when it’s time to go to bed, me and mom go through the same game.  She starts softly telling me, “Bacon, wake up, it’s time to go to bed”.  Do you know how ironic that is?  Mom – I’m already asleep in bed – snort.  So every night I pretend to be asleep and hard to wake up.  Sounds like a typical kid putting off bedtime doesn’t it?  She’ll keep being persistent like a fly buzzing around your head, “Bacon, it’s time to go to bed young man.”  And, me being pig headed like I am will continue to pretend to be asleep.

Then mom picks up her tone a bit and tells me, “If you don’t go get ready for bed now, you’re going to miss your bedtime story.”  Bedtime story – did someone say bedtime story?  Of course, I immediately wake up to this, jump down and run to my room to get ready for bed.  By the time mom brushes her teeth and comes in my room, me and Bashful are safely in our bed.  Mom always tucks us in, kisses us both goodnight and reads us a story.  You can’t miss her bedtime stories! 

But tonight on the couch after dinner, we’ll go through the same thing all over again.  Why?  Because it’s what me and mom do of course – snort.

 

 
10 Comments

Posted by on 03/27/2013 in Uncategorized

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,