What do we talk about on this auspicious occasion, I got a full eight hours sleep last night, and I am as sharp as can be. It has been awhile since I have slept a long, good sleep, I feel refreshed. I DON’T HAVE THOSE WAKE UP IT’S EARLY, WASH BEHIND YOUR EARS THEY’RE DIRTY, EAT YOUR EGGS AND OATMEAL BLUES …. RISE N SHINE TIME … I REALLY FEEL LIKE I COULD GO FOR IT TODAY.
Turn on the player, and the first tune out of the box is “Brad Paisley … I would like to check you for ticks.” Hard to believe. Who writes his lyric’s, Jeff Foxworthy? Like most men, there are a great many things I think of during the day, concerning women, checking one for ticks, honestly, has never been one of them. (Please … do not send me any letters!)
Where do they get this stuff?
I just read where there is a guy who is wanting someone to transport snakes from Odessa Texas and is willing to help out on the fuel. These are rattlesnakes by the way. Now I know the price of fuel is high ….. But? ……. So, today’s question for the day … “What would you do, transport the snakes or pass?” … Hard choices eh?
Which reminds me of a story I read awhile back from down under, Sydney, Australia. An unknown man grabbed a bag out of a car stopped at a stoplight. The car belonged to Bradley McDonald, a local snake catcher. In the bag was the snake he had just caught, a four-foot long, venomous red-bellied black snake. “It might teach him a lesson” McDonald said. Who says there is no justice in the world?
When Yosuke the parrot flew out of his cage and got lost, he did exactly what he had been taught recite his name and address to a stranger willing to help. Police rescued the African grey parrot two weeks ago from a neighbor’s roof in the city of Nagareyama, near Tokyo. After spending a night at the station, he was transferred to a nearby veterinary hospital while police searched for clues, local policeman Shinjiro Uemura said.
He kept mum with the cops, but began chatting after a few days with the vet. “I’m Mr. Yosuke Nakamura,” the bird told the veterinarian, according to Uemura. The parrot also provided his full home address, down to the street number, and even entertained the hospital staff by singing songs. “We checked the address, and what do you know, a Nakamura family really lived there. So we told them we’ve found Yosuke,” Uemura said.
The Nakamura family told police they had been teaching the bird its name and address for about two years. But Yosuke apparently wasn’t keen on opening up to police officials. “I tried to be friendly and talked to him, but he completely ignored me,” Uemura said.
Often people miss the entire point. Yosuke had the right to remain silent.
(Yeah I know, pretty lame)
We have two parrots that own us, Mo & Popeye, the latter being an African Grey. He is amusing, quick to learn, and a bona-fide pain the part of you that goes over the fence last. Last year we took him on vacation with us, in a little cage, right behind me in the backseat, he rode around America in the bus.
In two weeks that bird learned to say …….. Stooooopid! … Tell me they are not smart. Just what everyone in life needs … A parrot with Road Rage.
Parrots are demanding, a life long commitment. Recently I was discussing with our oldest boy, which parrot he wanted when I died, because the birds in captivity will live upwards of 75 years. ( In comparison, on a good day in captivity with the little woman, I am surely not going to make that) So I ask the kid, which bird do you want? He thinks about it and then says to me, “Which one tastes the best with a little salt?”
Not a good day to be a parrot.
Hard hitting television on PBS last night. “Depression Out Of The Shadows” a comprehensive survey of the causes and treatments of clinical depression. It profiled many young people of different ages and backgrounds who have problems contending with the disorder. Covered the bases pretty good, from a CEO of a major corporation to a gang member on the streets. Right now I seem to be riding high on the tide, and my depression is in check. I am okay, but later on I have to purchase some gasoline for my old family truckster, check with me afterwards.
I find that late in life, purchasing dead hydro-carbon-fossilized-organisms at a highly inflated price tends to drive me to the very brink of insanity and depresses the fizz out of me. Perhaps it is time to increase my daily dosage of Prozac.
Clearly I need help.