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. :)
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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