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“Hi, I’m Mike. Please don’t trample me.”
-Mike Rowe, of “Dirty Jobs”, to a mule named Pat.
Can This Day Get Any Better?
I recently installed this new program called Hit Tail on my blog, a new search tool to help you identify keywords people use to find you and your website.
So I checked it today, and guess what I found? One of the ways that people are finding me is by entering the phrase “ostrich vomit” into their search engines.
How cool is that?!
I can only assume that this is due to the many posts where I profess my extreme love for Mike Rowe and “Dirty Jobs”. At least, I certainly hope that is the case. Otherwise, I may have some issues I need to look into.
Karma
After all the posts I’ve written on tub poo, my love of the word “ass”, and other things hiney-related, it really should not have come as such a surprise when my husband informed me that on the episode of “Dirty Jobs” where Mike had to clean out a hippo aquarium, one of the hippos was named Jenny.
Of course.
The Best Thing I Heard This Weekend…
…came from my new best TV friend, Mike Rowe, of “Dirty Jobs”.
In this particular episode he was visiting a cave that was home to 40 million bats. Apparently the bats do everything while flying in the air, including giving birth.
And so, as he said, “Anytime a placenta hits you on the head, you’re in a dirty place.”
So true, Mike, so true.
My New Dirty Pleasure
Recently my husband has gotten me to watch this show on the Discovery Channel called “Dirty Jobs”. And on this show the host, Mike Rowe, travels around the country performing Really. Dirty. Jobs.
Some of them are not too bad (relatively speaking), like scraping gum off of city sidewalks or chipping dried cement off the inside of a cement mixer.
Some of them are awesomely funny, like when he has to try and herd ostriches.
Some of them are so disgusting that I cannot eat for hours afterward. (Although in comparison, having a cat who occasionally goes to the bathroom in my tub isn’t really so bad.)
But the best thing about this show is how it helps me keep everything in perspective, something my dad always encouraged me to do when I was growing up.
So I think I had a bad day, huh? Well, did I have to collect boar semen? Or do anything involving hot tar? No? Well, then I’m probably doing just fine.
