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Did You Hear That?!

I have a tendency to dish on daddy a lot here at the Hotel Thompson.  He’s okay with that.  It’s what I do – shrugs piggy shoulders.  What can I say?  But today, snorts, today I want to dish on mommy – yep that’s right – MOMMY.  I love her.  She’s my mom.  But she does this one thing that scares me every.single.time.  It’s been almost three years and it still gets me.  I know you are dying to know what it is, aren’t you?

Yep, her sneezes.  I know it’s a natural bodily function – just like poots – snorts….I said poots – double snorts… PRAOL (Piggy rolling all over laughing).  But I get sidetracked.  We are talking about mom’s gigantic volcano sneezes.  Yep, they are H.U.G.E.  I’m not talking ca-choo small mouse sneeze (that would be my daddy).  I’m not talking cute little Sneezy from the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.  I’m not even talking about a cute purr thing sneeze…. or me for that matter.  I’m talking Puff the Magic Dragon out of the water sneeze.

You think I’m joking but I’m not.  Mom’s sneezes are so bad that everyone hears them…. even down the street in the next zipcode.  Yesterday she was in the shower using her favorite shower gel which is a honeysuckle smell.  It made her sneeze.  I thought she was coming through the shower wall.

And let’s not forget about the other day at the worky place – snorts – this is a good one.  She was sitting at her desk being all productive.  She took a sip of coffee and a sneeze snuck up on her.  Coffee.went.EVERYWHERE – both computer screens, desk, calendar, fan, light fixture, cabinets and all over her shirt like she was performing a wet t-shirt contest (not that *I* would know anything about that kind of activity – looks around all innocent).  She told daddy that it took her an hour to clean up everything.  That’s what kind of sneezing I’m talking about.


So my friends, I need to know.  Do you have a Puff the Magic Dragon sneezer in your crib?



Posted by on 05/23/2014 in Bacon


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On the Road with Bashful!

BASHFUL – the rolling stone…






I hope that everyone has been enjoying my postings on my field trip to Wally World.  I have a few more experiences to share with you on my field trip.  This Wally World (or Walmart to some) is a neat and huge place with lots of places for a rolling stone like me to hide and play. 

I admit that I did get in trouble a couple of times and mom/dad had to put me back in the buggy for a little time out.  You know the rules at the Hotel Thompson – “You do the crime, you pay the time”.  I just couldn’t help it though – I was so excited.  It was all that I could do to stay inside of the buggy and not jump around. 

Mom/dad told me that Wally World had a ‘toy’ section.  I didn’t know what that was at first.  But afterwards, oh clickety clack snap – that is Fun Town USA inside of Wally World.  I thought I would share today on my field trip in the Fun Town USA – the toy department at Wally World 🙂

20130507-221048.jpg First off, I got to meet some girls.  And let me add, these are just not ‘any’ girls.  These are Disney girls – hubba hubba – Ariel, Snow White, Rapunzel and Tiana.  They all welcomed this little rock in their little gang hanging out on the top shelf so everyone could see them.  Look closely – you can see me at Snow’s feet.  Don’t let their innocent looks fool you.  They were flirting with me left and right wanting me to take them home.  Mom said no that I was too young to date.  Darn, maybe later girls.


That led us down the next aisle where I got to meet what they called a Cabbage Patch baby.  See, on top of the box there – that little Cabbage Patch baby threw me on top of her box.  She thought I could talk mommy into bringing her home as well.  It didn’t work.  She didn’t know that mommy is *not* a Cabbage Patch kind of girl.  In fact, mommy told me a story that made laugh so hard that I was passing pebbles.  Come close and I’ll tell you.  Closer – I don’t want her hearing me. 

She said that when she was little she was a ‘tomboy’.  I wasn’t sure what that was – I thought it was just a boy named Tom – but mom set me straight.  She said it was a term used for girls who liked to do boy stuff, like ride bikes, climb trees, play Cowboy and Indians and such.  Well, mommy didn’t like dolls at that stage in her life – she wanted to run with the boys. 

Cabbage Patch dolls came out in the 1980’s and were a HUGE hit.  Mom was turning 11 that year and her mother – of all things possible in the world – got mom a red haired Cabbage Patch doll – eeww puke is what mom said – LOL.   It looked very similar to this picture of a Cabbage Patch Doll.  When I say she hated that doll, it would be an understatement.  Mom threw gently placed it in her room. 

Weeks passed and her mother was kind of upset that she was not playing with said expensive Cabbage Patch doll.  I mean afterall, it was a toy.  Mom’s mother nagged and nagged and nagged – asked her when she was going to play with the beautiful doll.  Until one day, mom thought sure let’s play with the Cabbage Patch doll with a wicked look on her face.  Uh – oh, this can’t turn out good, right?

So mom took the evil little Cabbage Patch doll out in the back yard to play.  She was out for a very long time in the back yard before she came back inside of the house.  Her mother was cooking dinner and looked out the back window and saw smoke.  She didn’t know what it was and asked mom about it.  Mom told her it wasn’t important.  Hey, there’s smoke out there – it has to be important, right?  So mom’s mother took her outside to investigate the smoke.

That’s when they found it.  I say it because you see mom never named that Cabbage Patch doll.  And, don’t think that mom was a pyromaniac or anything – she wasn’t.  You see the story was that mom was playing Cowboys and Indians.  She was a Cowboy and you guessed it – that Cabbage Patch doll was an Indian.   The “Indian”… AKA Cabbage Patch doll… got tied up to a tree because it wouldn’t say uncle – rolls rocks eyes.  Since it wouldn’t give in, mom set it on fire.  End of Cabbage Patch doll – laughing.

Well, I hope you enjoyed today’s posting on my field trip and story about mom from childhood.  I’ll be back soon with some more On the Road with Bashful… the rolling stone soon!

Toodles – Bashful


Posted by on 05/13/2013 in Bashful Field Trip


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