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Merry Christmas

Last night, I made a deal with Hemi and Houdini.  We were going to hang out near the Mickey Mouse lamp pole all night in hopes of seeing the mysterious Santa Claus.  Mom/dad told us all that he wouldn’t come as long as our eyes were open.  So in preparation, we taped them open just in case Mr. Sandman came first.  We waited and waited to no avail.  Hemi and Houdini got frustrated and went to mom/dad’s room to sleep on the Select Comfort.  I myself was determined.  I mean hey, they don’t call me pig headed for nothing, right?  Snorts.

So I waited and waited – no snow – no reindeers – no fatman in red.  I was having a hard time trying to stay awake.  I jumped on the sofa and that was a big mistake.  Before I knew it, my eyes were droopy, my breathing had slowed and I had drifted off to peace on earth.

I’m not sure how much time had passed but something awakened me and it wasn’t my gas.  I kept one eye closed and barely opened the other.  To my surprise I saw a big fat guy all in red.  He was quietly putting pretty wrapped presents around the pole that he had first mistaken as a stripper pole – oh dear Lord.  But hold everything and wait a minute what is that caught my attention?  A woman was beside him wearing next to nothing.  No wonder for his confusion on the pole.  The next thing that happened scarred me for life when Santa grabbed said woman and gave her a kiss to last.  OMP (oh my pig).  What was that?  She turned and grinned and I saw it wasn’t a woman – it was my mom!  What will daddy think – what will daddy say.  I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.  THUD – piggy down.

I shut my eyes so very fast.  This is not something that a pig wants to last.  When I reopened my eyes much to my amazement, everyone was gone but the presents were still there – all decorated – all wrapped – tucked in neatly around the Mickey Mouse pole lamp.  But something caught my eye in the corner near one box.  It was green and waving, “Come take a look”.  I quietly exited off my sofa and softly hooved my way across the floor.  Oh dear Lord – it was a $20.00 bill – I guess Santa did get a dance from the lap pole after all.

I squealed and ran down to my room in a hurry and tucked myself in to my toddler bed.  When then what did I hear?  Soft taps on the roof, a jingle of bells and in a loud bellow I heard a man say, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!”

 

 
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Posted by on 12/25/2017 in Bacon

 

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Who is This Woman in MY House?

Hey friends – Let me introduce you to my mom in the picture to the left.  That’s her in all her glory.  She has long hair past her shoulders – one length you know except for her bangs.  Over the weekend, she told daddy she needed a change.  A change for what I didn’t know.  She said her mane was H.O.T.  Again, I didn’t know what she was talking about.  It is summer outside… is that the hot she talks about?  She pondered off/on Saturday morning…. should she or should she not.  I had no idea what she was talking about.  Daddy told her that he couldn’t make the decision – it was hers alone.  With him saying that, I knew it had to be serious whatever she was trying to decide.  Then mom/dad left the Hotel Thompson.  Me and the other anipals kept trying to come up with what was going on with mom.

 A couple of hours later, dad and this woman came back home.  I’m not sure where mom was.  But this woman, us anipals couldn’t put our hooves or paws on it but there was just something about her that was almost familiar but not quite.. you know what I mean?  So we all did what we do best.  We sniffed this woman.

And you know what?  This woman that we didn’t recognize.  Guess what?  She was MOM!  Squeals with piggy delight.  Mommy got her hair cut.

What do you think my friends?

 

 
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Posted by on 08/27/2015 in Bacon

 

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Merry Christmas

Last night, I made a deal with the purr things.  We were going to hang out near the Mickey Mouse lamp pole all night in hopes of seeing the mysterious Santa Claus.  Mom/dad told us all that he wouldn’t come as long as our eyes were open.  So in preparation, we taped them open just in case Mr. Sandman came first.  We waited and waited to no avail.  The purr things got frustrated and went to mom/dad’s room to sleep on the Select Comfort.  I myself was determined.  I mean hey, they don’t call me pig headed for nothing, right?  Snorts.

So I waited and waited – no snow – no reindeers – no fatman in red.  I was having a hard time trying to stay awake.  I jumped on the sofa and that was a big mistake.  Before I knew it, my eyes were droopy, my breathing had slowed and I had drifted off to peace on earth.

I’m not sure how much time had passed but something awakened me and it wasn’t my gas.  I kept one eye closed and barely opened the other.  To my surprise I saw a big fat guy all in red.  He was quietly putting pretty wrapped presents around the pole that he had first mistaken as a stripper pole – oh dear Lord.  But hold everything and wait a minute what is that caught my attention?  A woman was beside him wearing next to nothing.  No wonder for his confusion on the pole.  The next thing that happened scarred me for life when Santa grabbed said woman and gave her a kiss to last.  OMP (oh my pig).  What was that?  She turned and grinned and I saw it wasn’t a woman – it was my mom!  What will daddy think – what will daddy say.  I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.  THUD – piggy down.

I shut my eyes so very fast.  This is not something that a pig wants to last.  When I reopened my eyes much to my amazement, everyone was gone but the presents were still there – all decorated – all wrapped – tucked in neatly around the Mickey Mouse pole lamp.  But something caught my eye in the corner near one box.  It was green and waving, “Come take a look”.  I quietly exited off my sofa and softly hooved my way across the floor.  Oh dear Lord – it was a $20.00 bill – I guess Santa did get a dance from the lap pole after all.

I squealed and ran down to my room in a hurry and tucked myself in to my toddler bed.  When then what did I hear?  Soft taps on the roof, a jingle of bells and in a loud bellow I heard a man say, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!”

 
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Posted by on 12/25/2014 in Bacon

 

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31 Days of Spook – Story Submission

Oh squeal – friends today is a great story submission.  Today’s story is sent in anonymously to be shared with you.  Perhaps it will make you think twice about doing a double take.  You don’t get the meaning of that?  Well then – please enjoy the story my friends.

“A strange thing happened this past Sunday.  I was in church before the service, doing those busy things I normally do.  I walked through the church during the the gathering congregation and saw an older woman, a friend, sitting beside someone I didn’t recognize.  I took note of it primarily because she wasn’t sitting in the pew where she usually sat, but thought nothing more.  I was quite focused on my duties and paid no more attention to it.

When the service finally started, I suddenly realized that the old woman I had seen had passed away earlier this year.  I looked immediately to the pew where I had seen her, and she, nor the person I had seen her sitting by that I didn’t recognize, were not there.

I’m still trying to process this.  It was real.  It was weird.  It is comforting (I think).”

 
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Posted by on 10/14/2014 in 31 Days of Spook, Bacon

 

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Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Oh my friends – we have an excellent Tale of Terror today on this 13th. It’s so scary, that I scared myself while typing it out for you to read. Are you ready? Do you think you can handle this today? It’s definitely a nail biter. You might want to turn on the lights. Don’t say I didn’t warn you my friends – enjoy.

Becky finally met her one and only – the man of her dreams. Not only was he good on the eyes but he was charming, had a great job and a great home. His house, that he referred to as his ‘bachelor pad’, was just a miniature mansion that had been in the family for years. They had only been dating for nine months but the day Josh proposed to Becky was one of the happiest days of her life…almost. They were in the drawing room and upon her saying yes to his question, a dove flew into the window breaking his neck. Should that have been a sign? A warning of such?

Becky moved into Josh’s home and started making it hers. Little by little, she put a feminine touch on it – adding pictures, flowers and dreaming of the day she would be married to Josh. Once she moved in though, that’s when the little things started. A slam of a door. A framed picture of her and Josh falling off the wall and across the floor shattering. Cabinet doors opening. Noises. All of this happening when she was alone. It was strange. Even one day when Josh was leaving, he had forgotten his phone. She ran out the front door to give it to him. She could have sworn she saw a woman in the back seat of his car. Was it just her imagination?

Then one night, they were in bed together and something woke her. When she opened her eyes, she could have sworn she saw a woman in a wedding dress walking out of their bedroom. She must have been dreaming… well that’s what she thought anyway.

The next day when Josh came home, he dropped his bag in the living room where she was sitting and a picture almost fell out. She reached down to pick up the picture and it was a woman. Why would her fiancee have a picture of another woman in his bag? She questioned him. That’s when he told her it was his wife. Wife?! His deceased wife. His deceased wife who fell down the stairs and broke her neck in that very house.

Of course that bit of news put a little ice on the situation. The next day after Josh went to work, a neighbor came over to talk to Becky. She told Becky that things weren’t as they appeared. The deceased wife was a good friend of hers and that was actually her house. Becky didn’t want to believe such things and asked her to leave. Upon her leaving, she gave her a cut out news article telling about the woman’s death and how the husband was actually a suspect. What?! What had she gotten herself into? He couldn’t have been. Instead of leaving, she stayed to discuss this with him. There’s always two sides to every story and she was in love with him.

When he came home, the questions began. He said it was his deceased wife’s house but he inherited it and thus it was a family home. And he was upstairs taking a shower when his wife fell down the stairs. He had nothing to do with it. Would you have believed him?

They went to bed that night and Becky couldn’t sleep. She just stared at him thinking and replaying everything in her mind about the information she had learned. Finally she got up to go downstairs to watch television to get her mind off of the situation. Upon her going down the staircase, she saw what appeared to be a woman laying at the foot of the stairs. The ghost like woman got up and floated up the stairs towards her. She was frozen in fright. The woman stopped in front of her and she could have sworn she heard, “Look in his nightstand”. Then the woman disappeared.

Now, she was not only seeing things she was hearing things? She went back into the bedroom and went to Josh’s nightstand. Taped underneath the top of the shelf of the night stand was an envelope. She quietly removed it and went downstairs to open it in the kitchen. When she did, she took off her engagement ring and left it on the kitchen counter with the paperwork. She left that night with the clothes on her back and never looked back.

What exactly was in the paperwork? It was a life insurance policy on her, Becky, for $250,000.00 – something she didn’t even know Josh had taken out on her.

Story premise care of My Haunted House

 
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Posted by on 08/13/2014 in Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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New Show – Naked and Afraid

Oh dear piggy heavens above.  Yep, you read that right.  A show on television called Naked and Afraid.  I’ve been watching this on my television for a while now.  It’s taken me a while to wrap my little piggy brain around the concept.  Let me explain that to you so you get why I’m amazed.

A man and a woman sign up for this adventure.  Voluntarily might I add – snorts – remember that part.  They go somewhere remote in the world.  It could be Panama, Fiji, a swamp, the beach, a rain forest or wilderness.  They have to survive for 21 days alone.  Together.  Naked.  No water, no food and no clothes.  Did you get that?  Naked.  Two strangers that don’t know each other on their own.

WTP (what the pig?!)  I can understand 21 days of survival in a remote place but naked?  As in no clothes.  Not a stitch of nothing.  For all the world to see.  A complete stranger.  In nature.  With bugs, rain, heat, no food, no water, slithery things like snakes, dirt, and yuck.  Shivers to mergatroid.

This show comes on the Discovery channel.  Have you seen it?  If so, thoughts?  If not, you gotta see this show.  Oh, and let me add there is a small camera crew that follows them around.  Of course they can’t help in any way unless there is an emergency but they see you in your birthday suit too.

So, are you going to sign up?  Snorts.

 
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Posted by on 07/24/2014 in Bacon

 

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Merry Christmas

Last night, I made a deal with the purr things.  We were going to hang out near the Mickey Mouse lamp pole all night in hopes of seeing the mysterious Santa Claus.  Mom/dad told us all that he wouldn’t come as long as our eyes were open.  So in preparation, we taped them open just in case Mr. Sandman came first.  We waited and waited to no avail.  The purr things got frustrated and went to mom/dad’s room to sleep on the Select Comfort.  I myself was determined.  I mean hey, they don’t call me pig headed for nothing, right?  Snorts.

So I waited and waited – no snow – no reindeers – no fatman in red.  I was having a hard time trying to stay awake.  I jumped on the sofa and that was a big mistake.  Before I knew it, my eyes were droopy, my breathing had slowed and I had drifted off to peace on earth.

I’m not sure how much time had passed but something awakened me and it wasn’t my gas.  I kept one eye closed and barely opened the other.  To my surprise I saw a big fat guy all in red.  He was quietly putting pretty wrapped presents around the pole that he had first mistaken as a stripper pole – oh dear Lord.  But hold everything and wait a minute what is that caught my attention?  A woman was beside him wearing next to nothing.  No wonder for his confusion on the pole.  The next thing that happened scarred me for life when Santa grabbed said woman and gave her a kiss to last.  OMP (oh my pig).  What was that?  She turned and grinned and I saw it wasn’t a woman – it was my mom!  What will daddy think – what will daddy say.  I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.  THUD – piggy down.

I shut my eyes so very fast.  This is not something that a pig wants to last.  When I reopened my eyes much to my amazement, everyone was gone but the presents were still there – all decorated – all wrapped – tucked in neatly around the Mickey Mouse pole lamp.  But something caught my eye in the corner near one box.  It was green and waving, “Come take a look”.  I quietly exited off my sofa and softly hooved my way across the floor.  Oh dear Lord – it was a $20.00 bill – I guess Santa did get a dance from the lap pole after all.

I squealed and ran down to my room in a hurry and tucked myself in to my toddler bed.  When then what did I hear?  Soft taps on the roof, a jingle of bells and in a loud bellow I heard a man say, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!”

 
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Posted by on 12/25/2013 in Bacon

 

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