If
you are caught in someone else's frames
Break
out here!
This is the most difficult of
all pages to write.� How do you tell about yourself?� Are we
ever truly honest?� (grin)�� Maybe I should let my hubby
write this part!� LOL� Oh no I don't think so.... So I will write
about the family. :-)�
I married my best friend
40 years ago this August (2001). We were blessed with 3 children.����
Kim is married with three children ranging in ages from 10 to 21 years
old.�� Lori is married with three children ranging from 19 months
to 19 years old.��� Jacob is our youngest.�� He
will turn 21 this year (2001).� He lives at home which I truly enjoy.���
Of course none of them are still children, but as a mother they will always
be to me.�
Jacob is our baby, I'm not
sure the youngest "ever" out grows that title. *sheepish grin*� He
graduated High School in (June 1999) so I try not to say "baby" while he's
present!� He's been training with the volunteer fire department for
over a year.� Naturally we are very proud of his accomplishments and
the hard work he has put into it.� He has worked since he was 15 never
missing a day of work or school, plus offering help to just about every
volunteer project that comes up. Ok, proud mom will return to what this
site is about. *smile*
And that would be our feathered
family who helps me write these pages.� :)�
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My mother had beautiful
canaries and parakeets, but� I was scared silly of them all!�
If one got loose from it's cage I would panic trying to find a place, to
hide, where it could not decide my head would be its landing vessel!�
My mother passed away long
before we added feathered members to our family.� I know she is amused
by our experiences both good and bad.�� I wish she were here
now to share the larger parrots .� I'm sure her choice would be a
Cockatoo.� Her favorite dog was her white Toy Poodle (Dolly) who was
terribly spoiled. *grin*
Conquering my fear of birds
was not that difficult once I realized it was the sound of� flapping
wings from out of nowhere that scared me.�� Clipped wings solved
that problem!�� Shortly after came the challenge of owning one.
I read every book I could
get my hands on about cockatiels, I just loved them.� I was convinced
they were the best and the most lovable pet you could have with you.
Sydney
was the first bird, that I was not afraid to be around.���
She was terribly sweet and with clipped wings seldom thought to fly.��
Why should she I was her human taxi!�
Jerry was pleased with my
knowledge of parrots, but it opened up a new can of worms.� *smile*
I started reading about the
larger birds.....Parrots!!�� They reminded me more of children
always playing and always into mischief.� I just knew I had to have
one.� They would be like the kittens and doggies I brought home as
a child.
The more I read the more
I realized out there somewhere was a large parrot that needed a home, our
home.� {grin} I wanted one with a 12ft wing span� who could turn
somersaults on my fingers!!!� One that could recite the dictionary
in one breath, or at least sing a good Elvis medley.� And the bicycle?��
I read they could learn to ride bikes and even roller skate!
Where on earth could I find
one who was able to ride around the kitchen on its bicycle while reciting
the Gettysburg Address?� My curiosity and intrigue were at pitch level
by the time Jerry arrived home from work.�
I met Jerry at the door in
rare form reading everything that I knew would catch his interest. After
all he thought the pigeons were exciting!� How about one he could
teach to play baseball !!� "They can't play baseball" he retorted.�
"Don't limit us, if they can ride a bike, they can learn to hit a ball
if we teach them!" *smile*
At that point I believe he
thought I had totally lost every bit of sense I had left, which wasn't
much after the late nights of reading and scheming.�
I couldn't wait until Saturday
our weekly trip to the pet store.� I kept reading the books to prepare
myself for whatever "big" bird they had to offer.� I was everything
that you should "not" be when bringing a parrot into your home.� I
was caught up in all the excitement of the larger parrots, choosing to
remember only the good points and not thinking ahead.� I credit these
feelings mostly with my elation of overcoming my fear of them.�
Saturday night was also our
night out on the town.� We went to dinner and then to a club for dancing.��
We knew the band, our oldest daughter was the drummer. *smile*� It
was more like a get together with old friends.�� No alcohol was
served so we could also take the younger children.� It was good exercise
and I dearly looked forward to it.
But this Saturday I had mixed
emotions.� If we were going to bring home a new parrot I did not want
to leave him/her home alone.� That would mean giving up our dancing
night.
Oh
well, things would be different by the following Saturday.� We could
go then, but this Saturday was for our new family member.� Little
did I know that decision would totally change my life as I knew it. :)
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