Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – This is called *the* look.  You know the one that your parents do between themselves when they get all gooey eyed with each other.  I wanted to send it to you so you can practice.  Cause you know love day is coming and you need to market this look to get a date for Valentine’s.  I know you have it in you.  Who could ever resist that little pot belly of yours.  Practice – practice and more practice my friend.  You’re welcomed.  Signed Stud

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Dear Stud – OMP.  Thanks my friend!!  I am so going to start practicing this look and marketing it.  I need all of the help I can get with the ladies.  And thank you for calling my pot belly little.  I appreciate that so very much buddy!  I just knew that this pot belly would come in handy one day.  Look at dad.  He has one and he got lucky with mom!  Snorts and rolls with piggy laughter.

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Dear Bacon – I double pig bet you that you can’t do this.  In fact, I just *know* you can’t.  See sometimes I try to mess with my humans and stand on my back paws.  Meows.  It keeps them guessing what I will do next.  I just want to see them doing this too.  Signed Twinkle Toes

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Dear Twinkle Toes – That is a given talent my sweet dear friend.  There is no way this little piglet could do that for sure.  Heck with this pot belly, I can barely see my back feet.

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Dear Bacon – Wassup!?!  Never fear if you see me hanging under your fence.  Just wanted to see wassup and whatcha parents cooking on that grill.  It smells good from here.  Can I have a bite or dozen?  Signed Voyeur

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Dear Voyeur – Hilarious bro!  I love the way you think of hanging out to see what’s going on in the hood.  Pop over anytime…. or should I say pop under?  Snorts and rolls with piggy laughter.  And hey, mom/dad were grilling hamburgers on the grill.  If one falls, it’s free game to us anipals.  Come on over.  I’ll share.

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Dear Bacon – Come on dude.  Let’s “fly” some air outside and do some jumps.  It’s a happening thing and you will love the air in your hair… or wings.  I’ve heard some oinkers have wings.  Call me and we will have a skate date.  Signed Hawk Fly

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Dear Hawk Fly – Dude, I think it would be fly to soar through the air weighless.  I just don’t think (A) there’s a skateboard big enough for my pot belly and (B) my pot belly could ever take flight unless someone shoved me off of a cliff or the top of the house.  On second thought, forget I said that.  Dad might read it and get ideas.  Have fun Hawk Fly!

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Dear Bacon – The New York City subway is a strict bus service.  Dogs can’t walk on buses.  They have to be carried, in strollers, etc.  My human created me a good one – a skateboard.  Hey, I put on a hat and headset and nobody even knows I’m a pooch.  Really!  And hey, we are not breaking any rules whatsoever.  So go us, right?  Signed Disguised Celebrity

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Dear Disguised Celebrity – My friend, do I have someone you need to get in touch with!  See Hawk Fly above.  Ya’ll could fly around the bus services like you wouldn’t believe together.  Just think of the possibilities of fun!  Just remember – safety first!

 

Will You Be My Valenpig?

Roses are red – Violets are blue – My heart has led – My love to you.

Will you be my valenpig?

Today is also an anniversary of sorts for my mom/dad.  Dad actually popped the question to mom years ago by asking her to marry him on Valentine’s Day.  So today has a special place in their hearts.  I think they are actually going out on a date night tonight to celebrate.

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Hope everyone has a wonderful day!!  And I have to ask my friends.

Will you be my Valenpig? XOXO – Bacon

P.S.  Let me tell you a little diddy I read on some mythology lore.  According to Greek mythology, humans were born with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces.  Fearing their power, Zeus split and separated them into two parts.  He then condemned the two parts to spend the rest of their lives in search of their other halves.  Knowing this, it makes sense that humans are looking for their other half in love.  I like to think mom/dad found theirs.

 

What’s Your Cupid Name?

Too much fun my friends.  I’ve played around with this and found ours here at the Hotel Thompson.

Mine – Sexy Love Wings

Houdini and Hemi – Naughty Hot Stuff

Mouse Girl – Flirty Hot Legs

Dad – Snuggles Burning Love

Mom – Snuggles Heart Breaker

What’s YOUR Cupid Name?  

 

 

Valentine’s Day Aftermath – a Note From My Daddy

I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend with Valentine’s Day.  This afternoon I want to talk about great times with the big day of LOVE.  Think over the years – or if it was this past weekend – to your most memorable Valentine’s day.  What happened?  Today is the day to share and tell me about it.

I asked my mom and dad the same question.  They reminisced about all of the happy Valentine’s Days they have had.  There were many, MANY to pick from but mom and dad picked one that really meant a lot to them both.

They said years and years ago in a time way before they were married and they were still dating.  Daddy was working at the hospital on night shift 3pm-11pm.  Mommy was working for the school system 7am-3pm.  So during the week, they pretty much didn’t see each other physically although they did talk to each other a couple of times during the day.  And remember this was way before the cell phone era – snorts.  (I tell you my humans are older than dirt.)

So Valentine’s day fell on a Wednesday this one year and both were working.  They just knew they were not going to see each other at all.  But daddy – he is a romantic at heart that you wouldn’t believe.  He went by mom’s apartment before she went to work and put a GIANT Scooby Doo stuffed animal in the passenger seat of her car and left.  When mom came down to get in her car, (after she almost had a heart attack because she thought someone was sitting in her car) she oohhed and aawwed.  She got in the car and Scooby Doo was holding a giant heart box.  She opened the giant heart box and there was a card from daddy telling her sweet nothings, chocolate and a jewelry box.  She opened the jewelry box and it had one of the most beautiful jade necklaces that she had ever seen.  Of course she cried.  And then cried some more.  And then cried more and went to school wear she wore the beautiful jade necklace all day.

She had called daddy went she got to work and she made plans to see him at his job later that day for when he went to dinner.  So that night rolled around and mom met dad at the hospital.  Dad told mom he was taking her to a fast food restaurant called Arby’s.  Not a place they went to regularly but dad was insistent.  What she didn’t know was that dad had received information about something special Arby’s was doing that night.  That night just for Valentine’s Day, they had brought in a baby grand piano and hired a guy to play and give out roses to the patrons.  Mom cried again and said it was so romantic and thoughtful.

So there you go my friends, that’s ONE of mom and dad’s most memorable Valentine’s Day.  Now is the time for you to share one of yours – go.

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UPDATE A NOTE FROM MY DADDY –

Hi everyone – Bacon’s dad here.  We would have loved to have said that this past weekend was the most memorable Valentine’s day for me and my bride.  And in a way, I guess it was.  Bacon’s mom has been fighting this awful cough since December.  The kind of cough that just makes you choke, can’t catch your breathe and she has even passed out from it once.  She went to the hospital in December and they gave her a bunch of medicines and sent her home.

Sunday morning when I got up, she told me she needed to go back to the emergency room. (And being a Sunday, we are very fortunate that the insurance we have has a built in ‘hospital emergency room’ right in the building.)  She was having difficulties in breathing.  We immediately went.  Once there, she got X-rays (we were totally afraid that she had gotten pneumonia) and they came back clear.  She had a breathing treatment and afterwards they put her on a fluid IV and gave her steroids directly in her IV.  They also drew a bunch of blood.  She started feeling a little bit better and didn’t cough for almost 20 minutes.  This was such fantastic news to us after she had been continuously coughing for what seemed like forever.  She got to come home after about 7 hours in the ER being looked at.  She started bruising up last night from the IV’s and where the blood pressure cuff kept coming on so often.  She looks black, blue, yellow and very sore.

Her blood work came back and lot of her numbers were low – iron, potassium, red blood count.  They gave her a bunch of medicines to get filled and start taking which she has.  She still had a really rough night last night sleeping.  Night time is the worse time for her to rest.  We are all taking care of her here at the Hotel Thompson.  I will be helping out Bacon in the next couple of days to get caught up on his blog visits.  So please don’t think we have forgotten about you – we definitely have not.

 

Will You Be My Valenpig

 

Oh Boy – It’s Moms Day Out

Oh my friends.  It’s February 14th.  Do you know what that means – besides Valentine’s Day?  It means that today – the sweetest day of the year – mom gets to go to the movies (dad’s treat) and she gets to pick what movie she wants to see.  And here at the Hotel Thompson – we ALL know exactly what that movie is going to be – Fifty Shades of Grey.  Has your human read this book?  Rolls piggy eyes – oh dear piggy heavens.  Help us.  Really help us.

Mom didn’t hope the Grey train until late.  She finally got a special on her phone where she could purchase all four books.  Let me tell you my friends.  That was a bad mistake.  I don’t care where mom went – to the dentist, waiting in line, at a restaurant, even sometimes at work – she would whip that fun out, start reading and fanning herself.

 She has been waiting and waiting for the movie to come out, checking the calendar until the D date.  Of course daddy has been watching her calendar and shaking his head because he knows he has to take her today.

In honor of sweet dad and mom, I thought I would share with you some other Fifty Shades I have found that I personally think would be funny.  What about you?

 

What’s Your Cupid Name?

Too much fun my friends.  I’ve played around with this and found ours here at the Hotel Thompson.

Mine – Sexy Love Wings

Houdini and Hemi – Naughty Hot Stuff

Mouse Girl – Flirty Hot Legs

Dad – Snuggles Burning Love

Mom – Snuggles Heart Breaker

What’s YOUR Cupid Name?  

 

 

Spring Fling

We at the Hotel Thompson have been advised that Madi at http://downhomeinnc.blogspot.com/ is hosting a Spring Fling today, March 20, 2014.  It’s all about love in the air today on this first day of Spring.  I got with mom and dad and asked them to tell me the story again about them.  It’s one of my favorite bedtime stories that mom tells me at night when she tucks me into bed.

It all started back in 1988.  Mom went for an interview at a local company to work for all things an answering service – can you believe that?!  There she met this wonderful office manager who hired her on the spot.  Mom started work as a telephone operator and within a few short months, she moved up to the billing department.

Mom became close friends with the office manager.  Who knew that from the beginning of their meeting, the office manager had plans for my mom.  The office manager set her son up (my daddy) with mommy.  They went on their first date September 14, 1988 (which happened to be the day before the office manager’s birthday – cool huh?).

That first date started it all for my mommy and daddy.  And here’s the kicker.  They dated for 16 years before getting married.  Can you believe that?  At times, mom was ready to get married but dad wasn’t.  Then there were times that dad was ready to get married but mom wasn’t.  Then there were times that neither wanted to get married – snorts.

But finally on Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2004, dad popped the question to mom.  Mom’s answer was priceless, “What’s the rush?!  Give me another 16 years and I’ll give you the answer.”  Yep, that’s my mommy.  She did accept though.

Then, things turned a really rough curve.  Dad was involved in a car accident in March 2004.  He ended up in ICU at the hospital for almost three months.  It was a most horrible time for mom and dad.  Thankfully, mom knew dads doctors and they allowed mommy to be with daddy a lot during these times.  Daddy almost died three times during these long three months.  But in the end, he turned and started to get better.

So during the last week of his time in ICU when he was feeling better, mom got with the family doctor that was involved in dad’s care.  The doctor and staff at the hospital watched as mommy did the most amazing thing.  She got on her knee in daddy’s room and proposed to daddy – aaww.  She said that she didn’t want to wait any longer, she wanted to marry my daddy as soon as she could.  He accepted.

He came out of the hospital the beginning of July 2004.  This is when he actually moved in with mommy.  His house had too many steps and he needed care.  Mommy took care of him, got him through rehabilitation and doctor’s appointments.  And in the middle of all of this, they put together their wedding.  And it was easy setting a date.  Over the years, daddy’s mom had passed away.  Remember her birthday was September 15, the day before mom and dad’s first date.  So it was set.  September 15, 2004.

Mom got a beautiful dress.  Dad got a handsome tux.  Invitations were sent out to sixty of their closest friends.  Daddy’s dad, an ordained minister, performed the wedding.  And when they were married, they had been dating 16 years.  This year, September 14, 2014 will marked their 10th wedding anniversary or what they like to say – 26 years together.

 

The Revenge of Mother Nature

I want to start by saying that I live in the south right here in good old Georgia, about 20-25 miles from Atlanta.  Winter months are not usually that bad for us.  We may get cold but nothing drastic.  Some years, we can even still wear shorts and sandles in so called winter months.  This year though, Mother Nature has been playing games with us and not in a good way.  Shame on her – bad Mother Nature.

A couple of weeks back, I got to see my first snow.  Yep, I said first snow.  You see, I’m only two years old and up until that point, this has been a no snow zone here in the south.  Then, the weather people called for snow.  We were hesistant in believing that it might actually happen.  In the past, the weather people have yelled snow and then we ended up with nothing.  You know, kind of like the Fairy tale about the boy yelling wolf for nothing.

But this time, the weather people were right. It did snow.  We got maybe two inches – three inches max in some places.  And remember I said we lived in the south.  Well that 2-3 inches literally shut us down.  In the south, we can’t deal with snow… or ice… or really cold for that matter.  Our highways looked like parking lots with abandoned cars.  Heck, mom’s worked even closed down for non-essential personnel for two days.  I wasn’t upset.  A – I’ll take mommy at home any day with me.  And B – we all bundled up, watched television and ate like there was no tomorrow.  It was great for this little oinker.

Then almost a week later, the weather people on television went a little bizarre.  They kept reporting that we were going to have a storm that could be catastrophic.  What?  Do you know I had to look up the meaning to that word.  The dictionary says it means: “Involving or causing sudden great damage or suffering”  Really?  Surely you joke Mr. Meterologist.  It can’t be that bad.  Right?  Suffering and all – Mother Nature you wouldn’t, would you?

So mom goes to work last Tuesday and around noon she gets word that her office is again going to be closed Wednesday and Thursday due to the inclimate weather.  She looked outside and it was beautiful.  Not bad really for winter. But she was all for it.  Heck, she considered herself lucky because she was already scheduled to be off Friday.  We were all excited knowing mom was going to be home for FIVE days with us.  Joybells.

The next morning, we all woke up early for some reason.  There was a sound that woke us but none of us could figure out what it was for a few minutes.  Then, we realized what it was.  Around 8:30AM, our power went off.  Uh-oh, this can’t be good.  But hey, it’s gone off before so it’ll be back on soon.  It happens.  We’ll give it an hour tops.

Mom looked out the back door into my magical backyard and saw this in the picture to the left.  It makes me shiver just looking at it and remembering.  It was C.O.L.D.  And no, I didn’t want to go outside and play in.  Shakes piggy head forcefully.  I learned a valuable lesson the last time with the snow.  I don’t like it.  It’s pure and simple.  And this, this was snow mixed mainly with ice.  Yuck.  So mom thought heck if this is what the backyard looks like, what in the world does the frontyard look like?  I’m glad you asked because mom took pictures there too.

Just looking out the front door, what caught mom’s attention right off were these lovely icicles.  Notice how long they were.  Notice the tree that looks like it’s leaning like the Tower of Pisa.  Notice the ice/snow wonderland?  Rolls piggy eyes.  Wonderland – snorts.  This can’t be good.

I looked at mom and oinked.  I had too.  My miniature pot belly tummy was rumbling. What?  I’m a pig.  It’s what I do and I hadn’t had breakfast yet.  I looked at mom and snouted her ankle.  She looked at me and said, “Bacon, this is not going to turn out good.  Mark my words little piggy.”

I had no idea what she was talking about.  I just wanted my morning breakfast followed by a little television and a little snuggling.

 So mom finally got the drift after taking this last picture of icemageddon take two out front of the Hotel Thompson.  Also by this time, dad had emerged from the bedroom and thankfully his belly was hungry too.  He looked at mom and asked her what was for breakfast.  I learned something new this date.  No power means no homemade spinach omelet for me which mom sometimes makes for me on her off days.  No power also means no lights.

But mom, she has skills.  She went into the kitchen with her little lantern and whipped up an amazing breakfast of tuna fish sandwiches with chopped up green olives and spicy pickles.  And no, she’s not pregnant – snorts.  That’s how mom rolls and fixes our tuna sandwiches.  And let me say, it was delicious.  Chef Emeril Lagasse would have been so proud of mom and her creation of breakfast.  She gave me and the purr things, Hemi and Mouse Girl, little plates as well.  It was most excellent.  Also no power means not being able to see to wash dishes but she did well.

Do you know what else no power means?  No television.  No cable.  No internet.  Now we are talking about hard times. Do you know what else makes it worse?  No heat.  If I wanted all of this, I would live in a barn somewhere on a farm.  I’m not that type of pig.  I have a certain quality of life that I have grown accustomed to – stomps hooves.

So, we sat in the front room and did something the old fashioned way.  We talked.  Without emails, without texts, without telephones – just talked.  That lasted for all about ten minutes – Snorts.  It was starting to get cold so I jumped on the sofa with mom.  I was fine there with mom but she got cold.  So she threw the two purr things on the couch with us for extra heat.  I told you mom was smart.  So there we were all bundled together wrapped in blankets.  We fell asleep.  What?  What else was there to do?  We all had full bellies.  It was kind of a competition at that point to see who could snore the loudest.  I think daddy beat me.  Yep, that was it and I’m sticking to that comment.

We all woke up a bit later hoping that the power would be back on but it wasn’t.  I can’t explain to you what a disappointment that was to us.  The temperature  was dropping fast in the Hotel Thompson.  We snacked on Cheez-Its for lunch.  Again no power afterwards.  We all went back to sleep.  What else was there to do, right?

A bit more time passed and we woke up again.  By this time, mom was beginning to feel like an icicle straight from outside. Maybe it was just knowing that you didn’t have heat that you thought it was getting colder?  I’m not sure.  Mom went and put on her Sock Monkey onesie.  I do believe that was the only thing that saved her during this power outage.   She finally got warm.  I would like to say the same.  This little piggy was cold.  Shivering cold.  So mom did what she knows best.  She wrapped me up in a blanket and carried me to the big bed with her.  Even daddy was complaining about his ‘piggies’ being cold.  He actually had to put hoof covers on his piggies… you know a pair of mom’s socks – snorts.

Do you know it dropped well below 50 degrees in the Hotel Thompson.  The power didn’t come back on until around 7:30PM that night.  By that time, all we wanted was HEAT.  BBRRR.  We all called it a night, turned on the heat to the Select Comfort and we all slept together in the big bed.  In order for me not to steal dad’s blankets, he gave me my own blanket.  Good move daddy.  He’s finally learning.

The next day on Thursday, the roads were a little better.  Mom and dad went out for a bit and they saw something that I’ve been telling you about.  We have a Bigfoot in this area… okay so he looks a lot like the Abominable Snowman from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer but we have proof.  Snorts – it’s a great picture nevertheless.  Talk about photobombing – double snorts.

The power was back on at the Hotel Thompson and that was fantastic.  On the other hoof though, the cable was out.  What’s a piggy to do?  Thankfully, we had internet so mom accessed Netflix and we watched Investigative Discovery shows all day.  Nothing like watching murder and mayhem on a cold snowed in day, right?  I like to extend a special shout out to my Aunt Tina for access to Netflix.  At least this little oinker didn’t die of boredom without his cable television.

So all of this icemageddon started melting today on Thursday.  It was almost like it was raining it was melting so fast.  Mother Nature wouldn’t be that cruel to cause us a flood as an aftermath – nah.  She wouldn’t do that.

 This brings us to Friday.  The day of love.  It was a wonderful day.  Mom and dad had their special date.  Rockelle and Benedict had their special date.  All was going great this day.  What could possibly go wrong?

That night, dad leaned over and kissed mom in the front room.  At about that time, the house shook.  It wasn’t a huge rumble but it was enough to feel.  Mom asked daddy if he felt that.  He said quote, “After 26 years, I still rock your world huh?”  Nice try daddy.

It was an earthquake.  Really Mother Nature.  It wasn’t bad enough with snow, with ice, with no power, with limited food and with no cable.  You had to throw in an earthquake in South Carolina that was felt all the way here in Georgia?  I gotta say it.  “Go.to.your.room.”  If mom makes me serve the time for the crime, then I think you should too.  Sounds fair, right?   

But you know, I’ve learned that Mother Nature just doesn’t play nice.  After all of the icky weather in late January and February, this is our forecast for the week.  Notice the temperatures here in so called winter – 63, 65, 69 and 71 degrees.  Pull out your bathing suits and hit the beach my friends.

Cold – hot – do you think Mother Nature is going through ‘the change’?  Perhaps that explains our weird weather lately here in Georgia?  Can I send you a bottle of Midol to help you out?  Some ice cream?  Some chocolate?  A spa treatment perhaps?

I can’t think of anything else it might be.  You?

Snorts.

 

Mom and Dad’s Valentines Day

Benedict and Rockelle weren’t the only one having a fabulous Valentine’s Day.  I assure you of that.  Valentine’s Day was also the day that mom and dad got engaged.  Yep, engaged after 16 years of dating.  In fact when dad popped the question, why would you expect yes or no.  Nope, not from my mom.  She said, “What’s the rush?”  Silly mommy!

 

So daddy did good.  He got mommy a new sock monkey for her Smart car Albert.  This one is going to be called Sock of Love.  Cute huh?  He fits right in with the other sock monkeys in Albert.

Daddy is also got mom this “small’ box of chocolates.  Snorts – I like how daddy thinks “small”, don’t you?  I mean take a closer look at the picture with the comparison of mom’s hand and the candy box. 

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Oh, and I forgot to post this picture of Rockelle and Bashful this morning.  This is a wipe they got after eating at Hooter’s.  Kind of appropriate huh?  Snorts.