Bigfoot Tracks

OMP (oh my pig!)  Look at these tracks.  They are Bigfoot tracks.  No really they are.  Look at the size of them.  You can’t really tell from the picture but they are as big as daddy’s feet.  That’s like HUGE, right?

Here’s the scoop.  Daddy went outside yesterday morning to check out things with this snowmageddon here in the south.  Snow was still everywhere.  He saw something in the snow that looked weird so he called mom – AKA Hopalong right now with her back out – snorts.

She came outside to see what was going on. These tracks went across the front of the porch and then off to the side going towards the street.  Really big foot prints.  They looked really unique.

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 So mom got some close up pictures of the unique foot print.  Is it a dog print?  Is it a cat print?  I think it looks like Bigfoot – you?  Someone needs to call the BFRO (Bigfoot Research Research Organization).  Get Matt Moneymaker on the line.  He needs to come south to my neck of the woods for an investigation.  Cryptologists need to start circling the house STAT.

You have any thoughts on this print?  Have you ever seen anything like this before?  Any trackers out there?

Help?  There’s no way this little oinker is going outside with this huge creature on the loose.  No way.  What if he kidnapped me?  What if he took me away from the Hotel Thompson.  I can’t live without my computer – or my television – or my mom and dad – or well you know the comforts in life.

 

I’m In Love

WITH A PINK PIG!

I’ve heard daddy talk about this pink pig downtown.  I’ve been slightly intrigued with the thoughts of meeting a pink pig.  Yesterday while watching the news with daddy in the afternoon, I saw it on television.  OMP (oh my pig!).

It’s outrageous.  I’m intrigued.  It’s pink.  I’m curious.  It’s downtown.

You are probably asking yourself what the heck is the little miniature pot-bellied pig rambling on about?  I’ll tell you.

In downtown Atlanta for more than 50 years, Atlantans have started their holiday with the tradition of riding the Macy’s Pink Pig.  The Pink Pig is a train on top of the Lenox Square Mall.  It is held beneath a 170 foot 1950’s themed Pink Pig tent.  Kids of all ages come and ride the train – yep all ages.  That includes my daddy who acts like he is five – snorts.

The Pink Pig is called Priscilla – hubba hubba.  The Pink Pig train goes through the tracks of a life sized storybook with characters like Priscilla and her friends.

Daddy says that he remembers riding the Pink Pig when he was a child.  Unfortunately, mommy never did 😦   I told mommy that I would give her piggy back rides around the house but she said it wasn’t the same?

But this year, daddy says he wants to change that.  He wants mommy to be able to ride the Pink Pig and be part of a southern tradition here in Georgia.  Aaaww – isn’t that sweet?  Personally, I think daddy just wants to be a child again and ride it himself – snorts.  I wonder if they will let me ride it?

Do you have any traditions where you are that kind of starts of the holidays for you?