Mom has been under a little stress lately. There I said it. My mom is weird though. Instead of letting things out, she holds things in and gets really quiet. Like super quiet. Which is so unlike women – come on all of us can admit that. Us men know that when women go quiet, there is something brewing and trouble is on the horizon.
So here she is trying to exercise, lots of things on her ‘to do’ list, sweating deadlines and you know before too long she is going to blow. Shaking my piggy head. This can’t end well if you know what I mean. So I think I’m going to let mom explain the rest. Take it away mommy. Remember I love you ❤
Thanks my sweets. Mommy loves you too. I’m better today. Really I am. But I think a lot of people can relate to stress – especially when things pile up and you just can’t get it off your back. I’ve had lots of deadlines lately – work deadlines, September surprise deadlines, government deadlines, accounting deadlines. Usually I just juggle everything and off I go but this past week. WOW. Everything added up until I ran into a wall. Like for instance….
Here in Georgia we get our car tags every year which are due by your birthday. My tag is coming up due so I was going to get it one day last week. Went to the local government office to get it. Stood in line for what seemed like forever cause you know there was only what 20 people in front of me. Finally got to the window to realize that I forgot to get my emissions checked on my Jeep. Really? How could I forget that?! I’ve only been doing it for YEARS. So, I leave the office and in my favorite Scarlett O’Hara voice reminded myself that tomorrow is another day.
The next day I get up early and decide that I will get my emissions/tag on the way to work. I have plenty of time – famous last words. I go to an emissions shop that I normally go to. Guess what? They are closed because their computer is down. Lovely.
So I go on down the street to another emissions shop and pull into the facility. Their machine is working; however, the guy using the machine is pretty new at this. You can tell because of his clumsiness in getting around everything. I keep repeating to myself be patient. Then the young kid… did I mention he was young too?…plugs his contraption into my car that turns on all of the lights on the dash – which is the point of said contraption. But the young man starts getting excited telling me I’m not going to pass because my check engine light came on the dash. This kid is acting like he won the lottery jumping around and waving his hands. I thought maybe I had missed something. He rambles on and on when finally he takes a breath. I tell him that all of the lights come on during this stage to verify they work. That’s when this kid did some incredibly stupid. He told me oh no I was wrong.
Okay so maybe at this point I closed my eyes and counted to ten while this kid continued his rambling about the check engine light. I finally held my hand up to him and asked for the manager. He went and got the manager. Walking back to my car I could hear Mr. Excitable explaining to the manager what happened. The manager stopped him and pretty much told him the same thing – that’s suppose to happen. I was good. I promise you I was good. I didn’t say a word but sat there smiling like the southern gal I was. But I admit, it took a lot. And guess what? My car passed emissions. I got my paperwork, paid and told them to have a good day.
I then proceeded back to the government office to get my tag. The Gods were with me. Maybe they were paying me back for not going off on the young kid at the emissions office because I was able to walk straight in and get my tag decal. Now is that tag on my Jeep yet? Nope. I keep forgetting to put it on. Shaking my head – I think I need a secretary myself.
So I’m ahead of schedule so I’m thinking I need to take care of one more thing before work. Remember back in April when I had my car accident? The accident made one of my tail lights go out on the Jeep. I had it replaced and last week the darn same light went out again! Of course, that was bugging the heck out of me. The place I had it fixed at only takes appointments. Really, appointments at a service department. What about last minute things that come up. You have to make an appointment two weeks out? Drives me crazy. So I thought I might just go to this place this morning and check it out.
I enter the office and it was full. There was 5 consultants and they all had people they were helping. So I stood waiting patiently. No one acknowledged me but hey I’m good. That was until a MAN walks in and everyone jumps to wait on him. WHY do car places do this?! I don’t get it. What? I’m a woman so I’m invisible? I’m a woman so I don’t know how to think? Okay that might have been the point that I turned in my southern charm card. I might have said really, REALLY loudly, “So much for waiting in line.” Maybe I said it too loudly because I do believe I heard a mouse fart in the corner. Of course then someone finally acknowledged me and offered to help me.
I told him what was wrong with my car and that I was just in to get it repaired. I advised that it should still be under warranty and I wanted the bulb replaced again, that if it quit working again I would take it to the Jeep dealership. Mr. Service Guy just smiled at me and get this had the gall to say – are you ready for this? – “Okay little lady we will do just that and it will be about an hour.” What the heck?! I think the look on my face might have been his first clue that I was fixing to blow. I took a breath and told him, “First off, I would like to say thank you for calling me little and thank you for *finally* waiting on me. However, an hour of waiting for you to replace a simple bulb is totally unacceptable. I’ll give you 20 minutes and thank you.” Needless to say, I was out within 15 minutes.
So come on friends. You know we’ve all had these kind of days, right? LOL
I’ve been tagged by Little Binky and Easy for the Happiness Tag. I wanted to put some time into this so I apologize for any delay sweet friends. So without any further delay, here I go.
Five Things That Make Me Happy:
1 – My mom and friends. Without ya’ll, where would I be? An awesome pig talking to myself? Snorts with piggy laughter. I so appreciate all of my friends here in blogville and in real life. It’s totally awesome. AND I appreciate everyone listening to me ramble. Because if we have learned anything about me, you never know what might come out of my piggy mouth.
2 – Food. What can I say? I am a miniature pot bellied piggy and I have to maintain my figure. I love food. All types of food. There is only one thing that I can’t stand. Do you know what that food is?
3 – My television. Seriously, my television makes me smile. I love having it and listening to it and watching it all of the time. I love those people in the box. I really do.
4 – Okay, you won’t believe me when I say this and in fact, I can’t believe I’m saying it but my brothers make me happy. I know! You are probably thinking, “Pig, are you losing your mind?” No really. My brothers Hemi and Houdini make me who I am. Although Hemi acts like a turd sometimes, if something should happen to me he is the first one there to check on me. Same thing for me to him. And the little guy Houdini. How could he not make anyone happy? He’s so full of excitement.
5 – My pet rock Bashful. Shaking my head – I am a proud father of him. I know he gets into trouble and causes havoc at times but you know what? He lives! That’s right. He travels, he has fun, he experiences life at the fullest and he keeps me on my hooves. I never know what he will come home with next or who he might bring home. It’s great and all of his friends keep all of us entertained here at the Hotel Thompson.
Five Songs That Make Me Happy:
Five Friends That I Will Tag – (Tag You Are IT – snorts)
See, when I was younger (snort – like it’s been that long ago), I used to run around the house chasing the purr thing Hemi. I still have my moments but these were the days running loose and fancy free around the Hotel Thompson barking at everything. Hemi and I actually play chase up and down the hall. He has an edge over me cause he can jump on the furniture and swing off the ceiling fans. My pot belly denies me this but I do have the speed. Hope you enjoy the memories. Be sure to let me know what you think. Hogs and snout kisses – Bacon.
So the other night, my Aunt Tina sent my mommy a picture of a car tag that mommy went bonkers over. So much so, that Aunt Tina ordered it and sent it to my mommy for Christmas. This is the third package that we got this week 🙂
Aunt Tina said that she actually saw it on the back of a Smart Car. And well since mommy has a Smart Car and she’s a fanatic, Aunt Tina thought mom would love this. And she was right!
When you figure it out, you just *know* that it is right up mom’s alley. Can you figure it out? Think about it – wait for it – wait for it 🙂 It’s all mom, isn’t it?
Thank you Aunt Tina for making mom’s year – she absolutely LOVES this and has already put it on Albert.
My barky friend Easy over at http://easyweimaraner.wordpress.com/ ‘tagged’ me on the Tag Game. (Thanks my fellow four legged friend – high five paw/hoove and snout kisses). The tag game is kind of like getting an award without getting an award. I know it sounds complicated but it’s really not. Here’s the formula that I came up with:
No award = answer questions + ask questions = tag more peeps.
Make sense now? pig snorts – I always work better with a visual – 🙂
So here are the rules to the Tag Game –
Post these rules. √ DONE
Post a photo of yourself and 11 random facts about you. √ See Below
Answer the questions given to you in the tagger’s photo. √ See Below
Create 11 new questions and tag new people to answer them. √ See Below
Go to their blog and let them know they’ve been ‘tagged’. √
Random Facts About “ME”… the amazing Bacon 🙂
I’m not really that ‘big’ like you see in the picture above. The couch sits low and the angle of the picture makes it look like I’m ginormous… but I’m not. I weigh a healthy 45 pounds which is really small compared to a regular pig that gets upwards 300 pounds!
My tail gives me away every.single.time. It’s such a magical item – my tail. When I’m happy, I wag it like no tomorrow. This happens when I eat, when mom calls my name or when I’m playing. When it doesn’t wag and is at half staff – snort – I’m not too happy. When it is at full staff, watch out because I’m fixing to potty – double snort.
I speak human and mom speaks pig. I know what she means when she tells me to go to my room, get ready for bed, get on the couch, come take a bath, etc. She’s my mom – 🙂 I speak mom 100%
Do you know how purr things and barky things mark items and get happy by rolling around on the floors? I do the same thing. Mom *always* laughs at me when I do that. She thinks it’s a hoot.
Just like regular ‘kids’, I have chores. I have to help clean my room and I have to help bring my laundry to the laundry room. And, I have to take care of Bashful – that’s almost a full time job!
I eat Cheerios for breakfast with my piggy chow every morning. It keeps me heart smart – what? A pig has to watch his heart and cholesterol too.
I eat a mixed salad every night for dinner with my piggy chow. See, I eat healthy to maintain these handsome figure.
One of my favorite all time snacks is popcorn. Just the buttery smell of it, the sizzle of the kernels in the oil on the stove and the ‘pop-pop-pop’ sound gets me running from my bedroom all the way to the kitchen at the Hotel Thompson. Mom always shares with me 🙂
One of my favorite television shows to watch on television is called Wipeout. I LOVE this show. I jump on the couch, snuggle in with mom and watch the entire hour. It’s hilarious! I highly recommend it. I think they need to have a celebrity Wipeout. That would be so much fun! Oh and by the way, it helps that I have a MAJOR piggy crush on Jill Wagner – hubba hubba
My Netflix account has a lot of ‘Who Done It” shows in the que. I love watching them as well on the ID channel (Investigative Discovery). It’s kind of like the old game Clue. I like to try to figure out who the culprit is before the end of the show. Sometimes I do – sometimes I don’t.
My favorite gameshow to watch on television is a tie between Jeopardy with Alex Trebek and Family Feud with Steve Harvey. They keep me on my toes. Of course, that is a post on its own for the very near future 🙂
Questions Asked of Me –
What’s the worst thing you had to eat? This is easy – kumquats – the most vile thing in the world! Supposedly in theory, they have a sweet skin that you eat as well as a tart pulp. Most pigs like them – I detest them. Mom so wishes she could have gotten a picture of my face when I bit into one that she gave me. My ears twitched up and she swears I made a face. It was disgusting. It’s the only thing that I have turned away food wise. Amazing, huh?
Do you like TV commercials? I love television commercials – especially from my buddy Maxwell. You know the famous man pig that does the Geico commercials. He is a happening dude my friends!
Have you ever wrote a love letter to a celebrity? Piggy blushes. Yes I did. I once wrote Miss Piggy a love letter telling her about my unswaying love for her. She never replied and ran off with that amphibian that calls himself Kermit. Love is so fickle my friends.
What’s your favorite movie? Don’t hate me when I say this but Muppet Twilight. Mom got all worked up over the Twilight series and I thought this was way better. Right?
Do you like car driving by night? I don’t personally drive but mom does. She *hates* driving at night. And well, I don’t really like going out with her at night because you see pigs have really bad vision to begin with. That and darkness doesn’t match. And okay, I’m a little – LITTLE – afraid of the dark. ssshh – don’t tell anyone.
What’s your favorite ice cream? I prefer any ice cream, maybe strawberry wins top notch. Bashful likes the rocky road ice cream.
What’s the first thing you do in the morning? I have to wizzy first thing in the morning – doesn’t everyone?
Did you have posters on your wall as you were a teenager? Which ones? I have posters of Miss Piggy, Angry Birds, Three Little Pigs, etc on my walls. Did you know when mom was a teenager she had a picture of King Tut on her wall?! Can you believe that? How nerdy was that?
Can you play a musical instrument? Which one? Mom says I play the tuba when I eat too much cabbage. I’m not sure what she means by that.
If you were a teenager, would you join in casting shows? I would love to be casted in a television show as well myself. I think I could bring a lot of comedy to the show. Don’t you think?
Do you prefer to listen to music, watching television or nothing to fall asleep? Usually mom tucks me in, sometimes she reads me a story or we watch a quick cartoon together. Most of the time, I drift off asleep while she reads.
My Questions for My New Tags –
What was the last movie you watched?
What is your favorite game show on television?
Small house vs. big house – which do you prefer?
Mountains or beach – which do you prefer?
Are you more of a day person or a night person?
What is your favorite day of the week?
Why is that (#6) your favorite day of the week?
What is your favorite snack?
What was your favorite show to watch as a teenager?
Do you have chores?
If so (#10), what kind?
My Tags – have fun my friends! I hope you decide to play –
This past weekend was a blast. I spent most of it curled up on the couch with mom watching television. One time, we both fell asleep and dad laughed. He said he didn’t know which one of us snores the loudest. It was so funny!
I also played around a lot with my toys, even my human toy called mom. I would walk up to her and touch her legs with my snout wagging my little tail. She would talk to me, “Bacon, you want to play?” She would then get up and chase me down the hall. I would chase her back up the hall from my bedroom. We would do this for long periods of time. So much so, that we would crash together on the couch and take a little rest. Then, we would do it all again running up and down the hall. She’s a lot of fun like that. Even the cats were trying to crash in on my fun times. They were running with us playing tag. She’s the best mom!
Mom and dad went out a lot on Saturday doing what they called grocery shopping. I think they were filling up the ice box where they keep my food. I like that. Food makes my happy so they can go shopping like this anytime. I stayed in my room and was a good piggy waiting for them to come back home.
Did you do anything exciting this weekend? It was beautiful here this weekend as well. Mom said it was somewhere in the 70’s. That beats the cold nights we’ve been having.
This is me last night during dinner. Momma says, “You wanna eat?” and I’m there with bells on. I don’t play around when it comes to food. Every night, I get piggy pellets, salad mix, tomatoes and carrots. Sometimes dad throws in sliced cucumbers – yum. And it has to be served in my piggy plate. I’m spoiled like that. I eat what I love last so that means all of the salad, tomatoes and carrots have to come out. I eat the piggy pellets first and then go back. I don’t have to worry about the purr things eating any of my food – they don’t like salads. They’re one of my staples.
After I get done eating, I go potty and then sometimes I will play with the purr things and other times I settle with mommy for snuggle time. Last night, the purr things were waiting for me to come back and play. They’re great company. The orange one on the floor, that’s Hemi. He’s a Hemingway cat that has extra toes. Believe me, you can tell he has extra toes when he slaps you on the fanny! The black one on the couch, that’s Mouse Girl – Mouse for short. She’s a Maine Coon cat. She looks big and mean but she’s a pussy cat. LOL – gotta go play now. Take care my friends!!