Wednesday, May 20, 2015

The little things

5.20.15

Sometimes in life, you just have to focus on the little things to get you through the day. Cliche yes? But this seems to work. So here goes: no order, just listing and certainly not everything.

If you take on this challenge, do at least 15 to 20 on your list.

So here's today's list:

*the little handsome dude that rambles on about "THAT ONE GAME" when you walk in the door.

*the dog that politely puts her paw on your chest when you address a question, the big blonde one that can't keep his tongue off of your face, or the two or three littles that wiggle into your lap when you slide down to the floor.

*fucking netflix

*those moments of laughter even in the most stressful of environments.

*oh and those little moments of laughter over there too.

*and those.

*a salty basket of fries and the cheeseburger without the lettuce and the ketchup.

*hand out the window while driving

*the outer dog that tries to imitate human noises.

*the "big boned" lap cat on the back of the chair

*stories in the morning from Ma, from both news sources and personal stories.

*waking up to pounding noises and finding out its the inquisitive parakeet and his little brother.

*Spotify premium

*sibling texts that are based in humor and advice

*all of the regulars at the stores and the inside jokes that occur with them.

*baby pictures from my best friend and our long conversations.

Life is gorgeous, everything else is just irrelevant.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Love is worth, everything we want it to be.

Oh my gosh, she's 22 and dating a 40 year old.

He's 18 and dating a 50 year old.

Like the institute of blended families, polygamy, and gay marriage: these moments are becoming more common.

Yet, they are still vastly socially unacceptable, why is this?

Well, in situations such as gay marriage, up until a few years ago and still in many states: the law stopped this from happening.

Polygamy is facing a similar factor. Both stem from (outrageous or not) religious beliefs. So where does age play into that?

It doesn't.
It gets grouped and stereotyped.

If the male is older, we see this as a predatory situation. Or that the female involved has Daddy issues.

Nobody sees the girl who's attached to a different generation because she feels as if hers is broken. Maybe she doesn't fit into the generation she was born into, and can see the sophistication behind the older male that others her age don't. As for him, he's desperate to hold onto his youth.

Terrible isn't it?
No, it's not your business.

Love is love. Before we are the age we currently are, we all have individual personalities and ideas on life.

It's a beautiful thing. Individuality.

It's like walking into a rose garden and cutting the stems that appeal to you instead of cutting stems of all the same shapes and sizes.

Some people will want round, full sophisticated roses and some will want young, fresh vibrant buds.

As long as both parties completely consent, who are we to judge anyways?

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Happy 64th anniversary!

64 years ago today, a man sat down with a dream.
He sketched and drew, created characters who were a combination of: wise owls, piano players, funny dogs, dirty people with good souls, little brats, and control freaks.

The best part?
He had nothing but his pens, his paper, and his imagination.

64 years later, the man has passed away and his legacy and characters still live on in the lives of Snoopy, Charlie Brown, Linus, Lucy, Sally, Pigpen, Peppermint Patty, Schroder and Joe Cool.

They are on tv, in plush toys, the theme of the Knotts Berry Farm themepark, and people wear them.

Happy Anniversary Peanuts.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Little Old Man

Little old man
You feel so cold
When people see you, all they think is you're old.

The light in your eyes
They cannot see
They do not know you were once a man with glee.

Little old man
Thin and frail
You're just a featherweight when you get on that scale.

Little old man
Who's heart is pure
Who's love is silent
It's the end we're sure.

Little old man...
Who lives in solitude

But not anymore.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Abandonment

For .20cents a day, would you like me to re-kick this blog in gear? :D

Monday, March 31, 2014

Spring break is here and....

I should be posting an awesome list of all of the projects I plan on completing

«blank page»

There
Im going to BE ME.
Relax, enjoy this no homework time.
Ok, im in the progress of a few projects....but I wouldn't be me without a little workaholic-ing.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Belushi the Parakeet: A little picture story.

Belushi was adopted on August 13th 2013, at an age of 8 to 12 weeks old.  His name was picked almost instantly, in honor of John Belushi  (would you expect anything different?)

This is his first picture taken at the pet shop. He is nibbling on the towel, a reflection of the kind of goofball he started out as, and hopefully will forever be. 



After I brought him home, I thought he would hate me. He kept staring at me like I was the devil, but in a couple of days, he realized that I am not going anywhere and is suffering from "Stockholm Syndrome" or has just decided to accept me in his life. 



It has been an interesting addition to the animal-family having a bird in the house, trying to teach him how to talk, not poop in his food or water bowl, and learning about his personality while not getting bit is a real fun experience.
He was the small bird of a group of many birds, almost bought two parakeets that day, but decided against that idea because I have read in the books that "they bond better with a human and have a better chance of talking if you purchase just one". Needless to say, he seems to be doing just fine adjusting. He gets sessions out of his cage to play in the bathroom (the smallest room in the house) and he seems to enjoy that  very much. He loves listening to the dog snort on the other side of the door, and sits and is completely intrigued by pug sounds, they have this conversation almost every day. 



Belushi is a REAL character, he BEGS for the radio, and dances to a lot of really tacky music. (Ke$ha, Taylor Swift, Robin Thicke, Justin Timberlake). Particularly "Mirrors" by Justin Timberlake, and "Blurred Lines" by Robin Thicke. Which is ironic, I love every kind of music...he loves anything with a beat or has some kind of repeatitive groove-worthy sound. It sure makes the music more enjoyable watching a bird tweet and bob up and down and dance to music. Every time I get my video camera out, he stops...but I caught him in action one day.


We are also ladder training right now. The current cage I have does not have room for a ladder, but I got him one t play with in "cage out" time (in the bathroom until he gets a playground after i am done cleaning out my room). He seems to love marching across the ladder..and going up the side rung of it.



He is bonding to me. Makes a point to greet me when I come home from work and I spend a lot of time with him and hes learning not to "bite the hand that feeds him" as much.  His first "out of cage experience" he bit VERY hard. Ive learned to toughen up and ignore the behavior and he has bitten me less and less and learning to relax on my shoulder and on my finger because I am not planning on going anywhere anytime soon. 



He loves clowning around, a lot. He can hang upside down like a bat.  That was one of the ways he got my attention when I picked him out. As Jim Belushi's described his brother John (and since I am a huge fan of his) Jim said he was "Piss ass funny!" I immediately thought of that description when watching him play around, and now that he is home he still likes to hang upside down like a bat.


He is conceited. Just this evening, he stood up in the mirror, got real close..and kissed his reflection twice. 


I know not all keets talk, but I am trying to get him to talk, We have a ritual whenever I walk in the room I say "Hi Belushi! Hi im Belushi!" and I kiss at him off and on. The other day he mimicked a kissing sound, so maybe..we might have a talker on our hands.

Overall, things are going great. I look forward to learning more about taking care of him and watching him grow into a sweet, smart, inquisitive little bird full of funny little loving surprises. I love this little guy so much.