Category Archives: Life

My flock:BJ and Nye

Nye and BJ

I am owned by a flock of eight birds. This comes to four cockatiels, one finch, two parakeets and one yellow cheek Amazon.

In the videos are BJ and Nye who are roommates. Even though all my tiels are males, these two show that even men can be divas. They constantly show us their feathers and pose for us to shower accolades on them. BJ is a white face cockatiel and he was born in December of 1998. Nye, a normal grey, is the son of my first bird ever and he was born in 2001.

They are pretty mellow birds for the most part. Being around birds since 1998 has been an experience. Like other pets, these have their own unique and distinct personalities. They will love you forever, and all they ask is for you to love them back.

Kind of like how we are.

Writers:Time To Take Over The World

2013-03-14 08.43.06

Writing is serious business. With it comes pain, struggle, time and effort to get to our own personal endpoint. To lighten it up it helps to watch a funny movie, book or hang out with people who make you laugh.

I know my laugh embarrasses my son for it is loud, deep and has a life of its own. Someone at my old job told me it did not matter what I was laughing at when they heard it they too would burst out into laughter. That pleased me.

So when I went to my favorite used book store in town I came across this book, “How To Rule The World: A Handbook for the Aspiring Dictator”. I mean seriously it practically jumped into my hands how could it not?

Sitting down I started to check it out immediately bursting into loud fits of giggles to where heads turned. I am not sure where in the store my husband was but I am sure he heard and recognized me.  I mean with a title like this how could it not be funny right? As the pages turned my sides started to hurt and I teared up to where my glasses became stained. I love moments like that and the things that make it happen.

The humor this author possess is magical for me. Going to the counter, for I knew I must have this book, I told the clerk about it and she smiled. I was still in fits of laughter to where my hubby finally said enough basically.  Getting home I irritated my family some more as I continued to read. I did not let them stop me.

My point is simple. It is hard work being a writer and trying to make a name for ourselves. Now and then we need to chill and just forget the moment and laugh. And not one of those small giggles that you cover your mouth with not wanting to make a scene.  I want you guys to have a big belly jiggling , sides hurting, tears in your eyes to where you can barely stand for it is just too much to hold in.  Life is short writing is a hard word. Laugh along the way I know I am.

Gas

2013-02-19 09.08.09

I had to take a picture. It is not every day that my fuel tank hits the big F lately with the ridiculous gas prices we have been seeing the last few years. My poor car did not know how to react. Normally I put in half and try to minimize where I go. But we all know there are those times you just can’t.  There are the days I go to my doctor in Winston Salem. That trip alone is close to three hours away. Due to my recent surgery I have gone up three times by the time February rolled on out.

Every time I drive up to the gas station the drill is the same. Put enough to get at least half so I feel that I have some breathing room. It is rare I have enough at one time to fill up the tank. I tend to logic it away why I should not fill it up.

For some reason beyond my control the minute that feat is accomplished is when hubby needs to use it for the space. Or rather events come up that requires we drive outside of our area. It just seems to know and the gate ways open giving me little option of saving my gas as long as I can.

It sucks for all of us. The reason for this momentous occasion was simple. I have redone my budget, an ongoing event for me, to where I earmarked money for gas. Since I have done so twice my car has been happily overfed and it is starting to enjoy that feeling. I would love for Jr. to get use to it. Time will tell.

For the moment I still get a tiny woohoo when I see the fuel gauge at F. Oh it is the small things in life that makes us smile right?