*In a case of whose dog is it, a woman and a man are fighting over ownership of a cute little poodle. In a recent episode of ‘Judge Judy,’ TV magistrate Judith Sheindlin put her no nonsense approach to the test…again.
A video recap shows a woman who says she legally purchased the dog, and a male opposing litigant who says the dog is his. In an attempt to get to the bottom of this quickly, Judy tells a woman in the court to bring the little dog in.
She does so, amidst the oohs and aahs from people seated in the courtroom.
*Yeah. I thought that headline might get your attention. After all, with our busy schedules, I’d bet money the thought has crossed your mind.
It’s OK. You’re only human.
In fact, it was my own thoughts on the topic, uh, issue, er, incident that motivated this article. I was rushing around doing daily life stuff. You know, doing household chores while doing one of my TWO paying jobs; when I paused to write a quick group message to two people in the event they wanted to hook up because they were now in the same state and city (at least for a few days). But I also realized since they are both SO busy, all the time, they probably wouldn’t have time.
Then my mind did what everyone’s mind has the capacity to do on occasion…
Travel to that dark place.
Not that the two individuals receiving the message had anything to do with it. I mean, its not like they know each other that well. They were just the springboard to a thought.
I got to thinking about all the times we, people in general, have jumped through all kinds of hoops to make sure we get to that final celebration — the funeral of a dear friend or family member who we didn’t make time to see while they were here. While we could both appreciate it.
I thought… if I, or someone I cared dearly about, died today, would the death fit into busy schedules? Continue reading →
*New Yorkers, you gotta love ’em. Apparently they’ve seen it all before. It takes a lot to get their attention so just because a guy walked on the train with a big-ass peacock bird…you know the one: about 8-feet tall, beautiful colors, extremely long tail, don’t expect them to actually look up from what they’re doing.
…and that’s OK by the bird. He is awkwardly unfazed as well.
I mean, the only reason I know is because the sight certainly got the attention of one guy named Matt Chayes. He took a photo and tweeted:
Midday on the @NYCTSubway. Guy walks onto a train with this. (Hold on. Wait a minute!)
The collective “we” out here in cyber-land certainly paid attention. Matt’s tweet garnered 25,318 likes and 7,173 re-tweets.
But look, the picture also shows the people on the subway looking like they could give a you-know-what. A man and woman in the forefront are both looking down at their phones. Even the woman standing by the subway door doesn’t appear to be looking at the unusual site. The brother sitting behind definitely is. Hey, let’s just say we don’t just let mess like this pass us by.
And here’s another kicker — when MTA was made aware of the situation, and shown the photo, look at what they tweeted to Matt.
*Some people think they can just get away with anything, unscathed. Hey, everybody knows I just love animals. But with this story I realize even I have a limit. An Ohio woman called 911 (scroll down to listen) and told them to “Hurry!” because she had a “Boa constrictor stuck to my face!”
No sh*t. That’s what she said.
Now before we go any further I will admit: I was young and stupid once. I actually let someone place a boa constrictor (a friend’s pet) around my neck. His name was “Dylan” — you may have heard this story before, because its not the first time I’ve told it.
Matter of fact, I even baby-sat, er, snake-sat the 8-ft reptile while my friend ran errands. She kept him in one of those big glass cases you see in jewelry shops. Dylan was cool. Accustomed to being around people — this girl was an artist. And he was fast. I had always thought huge snakes were too heavy to be fast, but I was wrong!
Dylan would glide around the perimeter of a room like nobody’s business. OMG and he was sneaky. He’d hide in drawers and shit, I’m told.
Years later, I guess Dylan outgrew being anybody’s pet and ended up biting my friend on the arm.
Like I said: I was young and stupid once. Wouldn’t do that today.
But what’s this old dame’s excuse?
Even the 911 operator had to repeat the statement: “You have a boa constrictor on your face?” in that usual deadpan “what’s YOUR story” voice.
*He served his country well! Cena, a beautiful 10-year-old Black Labrador, was recently diagnosed with terminal bone cancer. On Wednesday, hundreds gathered for a final farewell in Muskegon, Michigan, as the dog took a final ride with all the bells and whistles afforded a military hero. He was then euthanized at a museum ship in and carried off in a flag-draped coffin.
*Guys, let’s take a break from the pain that has become our everyday news. I ran across a video you just HAVE to watch! Lions! But peaceful lions. The strange event happened in Kruger Park in South Africa. Its as if the lions are going through some kind of ritual.
Generally lions and human together are a dangerous mix, but this video has something magical going on.
Even the humans in the video are stunned. They are stopped in their tracks.
The music alone, not to mention the ritual of The Pride in the video (scroll down) is downright hypnotizing. I am not sure what in the world is happening.
It’s like some kind of “Day of Reckoning.” Haunting! No one speaks and no lions roar. Yet there is an understanding that something very special is happening here and you can sense the respect between the Pride and the humans.
…and that music tho’.
The video is a little over 18-minutes long, and oh, don’t let the title of the video fool you. I am still wondering what it has to do with anything. It’s a beautiful experience all around.
It will be best if you are wearing headphones, you will definitely get the total experience.
*I’ve had the opportunity to live in several cities and I must admit, each of them hold fond memories. Let’s see: I was born and lived in New York — Brooklyn’s (now gentrified) Bed-Stuy area — when I was but a wee child. I don’t really remember much of it. But somehow, my strongest memory is the time I was frightened out of my mind as I ran up the stone steps of our Brownstone. Neighborhood children were chasing me with a “toy” that was a stick with a fake worm wrapped around it.
I tripped on the way up those stairs and knocked my front tooth loose.
OK. Maybe Bed-Stuy is not a fond memory.
Then there was the Bronx. Here, my dad was the building manager (at the time the title was the “Super”) and we lived in a spacious apartment underground. We literally went downstairs through a gate, below the surface of the sidewalk. That’s where we lived.
Let’s see: I recall a woman, a white woman, got drunk and somehow ended up on the roof of our six-story building; where she fell off…right onto my dad’s car on the street below — shattering his front window and denting the hood. I can still hear the barrage of expletives he commanded on that day. Showing no sympathy whatsoever for the poor girl. Continue reading →