The Adventures of My Life

I have felt guilty the last few days not blogging up Part 3 of my experience with birds. Bare with me, whoever you are, as I will post soon this dramatic conclusion. It has been a busy two days by my standards, which would probably be a vacation to other people! I went to the Doctor and he said everything was looking nice, so that’s cool. Other than that, I woke up at 9:20…sleeping in BIG time! For some reason I couldn’t get to bed, so I read some good classic Lord of the Rings. Gollum just took the ring into the abyss of Mount Doom. And all will be well for everyone in Middle Earth!!

More on Lord of the Rings in a latter post…

Tommorow is a BIG day!! First off, the NFL Draft…..Although I won’t be here when they start playing in September, it’s still going to be exciting to see who the Lions pick! Check out the new black Lions unis…they’re sweeeet!!!

The NBA Playoffs begin and the reigning NBA Champion Detroit Pistons take on the Sixers. Now I actually have a Sixers friend who believes the Sixers will beat the Pistons in 7..come on, the Sixers might get one game just because AI is on the team.

Other than that….things are looking dandy.

First off, to correct an error in Part 1, Martha was not the name of our Parakeet. The correct name is Suzie, pointed out by Brian. Martha was a cat we used to have, but I have mixed up all of the names of our old animals because I don’t even remember them. Anyways, in the last episode, I explained the peril that faced our old Parakeet Suzie. Continuing the journey of explanation to my luck with birds…

2) Orbie. Our lovable cockatiel. His name originated from a Disney cartoon “Katie and Orbie”. I was in 7th grade when Brian brought Orbie home. Orbie had a unique personality. He never wanted to be in his cage and loved people, total opposite of Suzie. He would make perfect sounds to all of the appliances and even the telephone. If you would walk to the microwave, he would start to make a beeping sound and it would correspond perfectly to the intervals of the microwave. Same with the oven and telephone. So, he was a pretty special bird to us. I know a few times I was “grounded” from the bird by Brian for poor behavior. I don’t think I was treating the bird badly, I just did something that made him mad. Since Orbie always wanted to be out, I established a habit to put him on my shoulder every morning. One cold Wyoming morning, I made a stupid mistake. While Orbie was on my shoulder I opened up the door to get the paper. I really don’t know what I was thinking, but Orbie was off in an instant. As he flew over the house into the backyard, my hopes rose and I thought he might land in the back yard. But I heard his chirping come back over the house and over my head, I knew it was going to be trouble. I started chasing the bird as far as I could go but soon I lost it. Ohh, it hurt. The worst part was going back into the house and telling Brian (although I don’t think I was the one to tell him). It’s always horrible when a bird escapes, even worse when your the one to blame. We spent the rest of the morning but couldn’t find a trace of Orbie. It was tough. I felt so bad and I knew Brian mad at me for awhile. And so it was, 2 birds-2 deaths cause by me. I got over the guilt, but I just wish I could have been smarter for that one moment and taken it back. Life goes on…The Next story isn’t so much my fault but the fact that I was in the room makes sense….

Here is a good Cockatiel article for a new owner

This is part 2 of a 3 part series.

One may say I have bad luck with birds…Let me rephrase this, “One may conclude that when I am in contact with a bird, the expected lifespan will significantly decrease due to sudden death or flying away to freedom”. Let me recount my history with birds.

1) Our first bird, or the first bird I remember in our house was a parakeet by the name of Martha. Martha, from what I remember was very mean, and maybe she deserved what was coming to her. Supposedly whenever she was let out, she would fly all over the place and wouldn’t let anyone catch her and she would bit like crazy. The only way to catch her was to throw a rag over her. Now, let me remind you I was only around four years old at the time. I was a clumsy little kid who always tripped. One day, my mom took all of my siblings to school because it was a little cold outside. So, it left me all alone in the house. Whenever someone left me alone when I was under-10…meant BIG trouble. I would always cause a mess or run away. Anyways, back to the story, I decided ole’ Martha wanted out. This was my only time to play with the bird cause no one would let me when I wasn’t alone. Kids are naturally attracted to flying things. Martha was free and loose in the house. What I didn’t know was how hard it was to catch her. I went and grabbed a rag, like I saw my family do many times and I threw it at her. Luckily I hit the target. In my youthful energy I ran at her and fell to my knees. But, one little problem…I underestimated my jump and my kneed landed right on her body. A cold feeling came over my body as I knew something was wrong. I picked her up and didn’t know what to do. Right about that moment, my mom walked into the room and asked me what was wrong. I showed her the bird and she knew that Martha had passed away do to possibly a broken neck. But I refused to believe and I asked my mom if we could take her to the vet and see if they could make her live again. That was it for poor Martha, she just couldn’t escape from me in time. After this experience, we didn’t get a bird for a loong time until my brother Brian got a cockatiel named Orbi

Here is a Parakeet*

*Note: This is not a picture of Martha, just a random Parakeet!!

This is part 1 of a 3 part series

This week has been alright. I got really sick yesterday, had a bad cold. I am still feeling a little under the weather today but should get better. Life is good…there isn’t anywhere I would be than where I am today. Soon, when the time is ready I will be gone like the wind to where I want to be. For those of you who don’t know, I was going on a LDS mission to Portugal in November. I was at the MTC (Missionary Training Center) for about a month until I was sent home for medical reasons. Those are still clearing up and I hope to be going out soon. Well, I hope to inform often but I am not promising anthing!