Today is the 30th anniversary of when Kirby came into our lives. The story goes that my mom went to her chiropractor in East Dundee, back when there was apparently just one chiropractor in northern Illinois (seriously, it was weird that she had to drive so far for it), and she visited the pet store that was across the parking lot. They had this ( Read more... )

Today marks five years since I lost Kirby. She was my cockatiel; I'd had her for two-thirds of my life. She passed while I was at camp, on a Monday, and my poor parents were stuck waiting for me to come home on Saturday to tell me. A week later, we lost my uncle John. That whole rest of the month was bad, grieving both of them. Five years down ( Read more... )

I've missed a few things this month ( Read more... )

While I was cleaning my car, I realized it's been seven years since Kirby had her stroke. Holy cow. I'd also been thinking about camp, since 2010 was the year Mr. C was sick and I became too ill to play the concert. I wasn't kidding when I said detailing my car was on my to-do list for camp. I just…never ever have gotten around to it. :P I ( Read more... )

Another weekend, another state ( Read more... )

On this day, 25 years ago, Kirby came into our lives. Last year on her Kirby-versary, had you told me she wouldn't be alive a month later, I probably wouldn't have believed you. She was my Timex bird--took a licking, kept on ticking ( Read more... )

Today is my birthday. It's been a bang-up week leading up to it; I would have looked forward to the weekend regardless, but with work the way it was, today was really something special. It was just nice to do something out of the ordinary for me. I'll go into that later; today was also pretty tiring ( Read more... )

It was kind of a long day at work; I ended up not getting a lunch, and even though I got permission to leave early to make up for it, stuff came up and I left at my normal time. Oh well. More money ( Read more... )

My mom spent the night at my grandmother's on Wednesday. While there, mom learned that her brother's roommate, who runs a dog-grooming business, was in custody of a cockatiel and was looking for a home for it ( Read more... )

My dad picked up Kirby today from the funeral home. He had called me at work to say he'd contacted them, and she was, er, ready, and he was getting off work early today and picking her up on the way. Okay fine ( Read more... )