In the city of Navi Mumbai in India, there are blue dogs roaming the streets. Why are these dogs blue? Are they distant relatives of the Smurfs? Umm, no. There is a logical explanation. So what is the logical explanation?
The dogs are swimming and drinking in the Kasadi river. The river is very polluted and may contain toxic waste. The area has several factories. At least one is dumping dyes in the water. The water has been tested and the pollution levels are 16 times higher than the safe level. The Pollution Board is investigating.
This can’t be good. I wonder if any other animals have been affected by the toxins in the river. What about the humans? How will this affect them?
I opened one eye to look at the clock. I opened both and did a double take. “Oh no I’m late!” I jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, grabbed my clothes off the top of the dirty clothes pile, quickly brushed my teeth. I ran through the house picking up my phone and purse on the way out the back door.
“Where’s my car?” I run back through the house and go out the front door. No car there either. Thinking it might be out back in the neighboring church parking lot, I run back through the house out the back door and in to the alley. “NO! WHERE’S MY CAR?”
By this time I am in full panic mode. You see, I work at a day care and am picturing in my mind the parents all gathering at the door waiting for ME. They will all be late as well, because of ME. I call both of my bosses and one of the boss’s husband. No answer! I get a text from one of them asking if I am ok. I immediately call her.
Me: (By now I am sobbing.) “I over-slept, my car is gone, I don’t know how I am getting to the day care, all the parents are standing there waiting for me.”
This week’s Wacky Wednesday takes place in Texas. A man wearing a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, rides a horse into Whataburger. He gets off his horse and jumps upon a table. He does a little dance. He then jumps down, tips his hat, does a little jig and leaves the restaurant. Or should I say, tries to leave. His horse has other plans. He pretty much had to drag the horse out.
The man had two guys with him recording the whole time. My first thought was, did someone dare him to do this? Why bring a horse into a restaurant? I personally don’t want to smell a horse while I am trying to eat. It’s not that I have anything against horses. However, the two times I have been on horses I was bucked. They definitely had a problem with me.
This story reminded me of a man that owned a bear. I worked at a fast food restaurant when I was in high school. The man would order his food at the speaker and pull around to the window. The bear would be in the back of his truck. He always ordered the bear an ice cream cone.
A woman in Ohio rescued a five and a half foot boa constrictor last Wednesday. By Thursday she was calling 911. She told the dispatcher that the snake had latched onto her nose. The dispatcher suggests prying its jaw open.
Ok, now, how do you rescue a Boa Constrictor? Was it stuck in a tree? Or maybe she was visiting the local animal shelter and this ginormous reptile caught her eye? Eeekkk!!! I am not a lover of anything that slithers. In both instances, I would have turned tail and ran. Let me remind you, I never run.
The dispatcher asked the face biting victim if she had any other snakes. Her answer was, eleven. Double Ekkk!!!! She then told the dispatcher they were all put away. What if they weren’t? Would the EMS send in a police officer first, like they do when there is a human attacking another human?
When the EMS arrived the snake was wrapped around her waist and biting her face. A fireman had to remove the creature by decapitating it. I do feel bad that they couldn’t save the snake because I don’t like when anything dies. We will all be happy to know, the woman’s injuries were non-life-threatening.
Ed with E & J Reptile Shows & Rescue (look, more rescuing), believes the woman should have waited at least a week before handling the snake. That amount of time would help to get it acclimated to its new surroundings. He also said two drops of rubbing alcohol could have gotten the snake to release its jaws. Good to know. I hope I never have to use that little bit of information.
This week’s Wacky Wednesday takes place in none other than my home state of Kansas. A woman in Topeka, KS, who resided in an apartment complex came across a bug in her apartment. Instead of stepping on it, which many of us may have done, she tries to light it on fire with a flip lighter. The lighter sparks, then catches a mattress on fire. She tries to put it out, with the help of her daughter. It quickly becomes out of control. Her family evacuates the apartment and alert neighbors.
Damage is estimated at around $140,000.00. Thirteen adults and six children are without homes. No mention of the bug or if she killed it. I expect PETA to be all over this.
Hubby and I have been married thirty-five years. We have been through better and worse, richer and poorer, sickness and health. Now we seem to be going through something that we never saw coming. Losing our hearing. It is very irritating. Sometimes I think he purposely can’t hear me. It seems he hears better if I’m talking about him and not to him.
Here’s a typical conversation in our household:
Me: Do you know if I have clean clothes for tomorrow?
Me: Do you know if I have clean clothes for tomorrow?
Me: Did you hear me?
Hubby: Hear what?
Me: I asked you if I have clean clothes for tomorrow?
Hubby: Yeahno (He mumbles)
Me: Say again.
Me: Oh my God! I can’t understand what you are saying. Just nod your head if I do.
Hubby: (Makes head movement.)
Me; Oh never mind. I don’t have my glasses on.
He can also be very indecisive. This really bugs the shit out of me. Some nights we don’t want to cook so I will offer to go get something and bring it home. Here is the conversation that happens every time (you would think I would learn by now):
Me: Where do you want me to get supper?
Hubby: I don’t care.
Me: How about Mexican food?
Hubby: No, I don’t want any of that burping ass shit. (he gets heartburn)
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It’s Wednesday again. Once again I am not prepared for my Wacky Wednesday. I came across this video and thought many of you would enjoy it. I think this young man is very talented. I’m pretty sure I would do a face plant on that treadmill if I tried anything besides just walking normally. Enjoy!
Thames Valley Police, in England, recently came across a crop of marijuana. They dug the plants and confiscated them. They were not able to locate the growers but left the above note, which reads, “Oops! Sorry we missed each other but feel free to call me on 101 ( Not sure what that means.) so we can discuss a deal. Lots of love, TVP xx.”.
The officers (or is it constables) secured the note to the ground with a stake. They were following a tip regarding the plants. Could you imagine going to check on your pot plants and seeing that note? I bet the look on his/her/their face(s) was priceless.
Imagine the different emotions that ran through his/her/their mind(s). 1. Shock. “Hey, where’s my plants? 2. Disbelief. “@#$&%+ the cops (constables) were here.”. 3. Relief. “I made it home without being arrested!” 4. Paranoia. “What if they put a hidden camera out there.” (Looking out the shades.) 5. Confusion. “Should I call them?”.
There has been no arrests as of this time. Guess they decided not to call.