Nerd Evolutionary Pathways
Hmm, one of the welders who was talking to my dad at work today referred to me as "that blond hippie chick." Maybe I've finally escaped my traditional "nerd" title at last... Not quite sure if this is an improvement. Well, everyone around this office is essentially a nerd, so perhaps I've just been classified as a sub-species now. I got a more modest pair of glasses, my zits cleared up, I got my teeth straightened, I grew my hair long, and I replaced my stretch pants with jeans. Lo and behold, common nerd becomes hippie nerd.
And I promise this is the last time I'll ramble about my bird:
Got to pick up my little bird from the vet yesterday, and it was the cutest thing ever. He's never been away from our home since we got him, so I was worried he'd be pissed and/or scared to death when I went to get him. But he was just very, very glad to see me. One of the vet techs brought him out wrapped in a towel with just his head sticking out (because he tends to bite strangers) and as soon as he saw me, he started struggling really hard to get free. I held my hand out to him and he immediately wiggled out of the towel and up my arm onto my shoulder and started making his little happy squeaky noises. Everyone in the office laughed.
On the ride home he clung to my shoulder the whole time (usually he likes to sit on the headrest or dashboard so he can watch the scenery) Then when I got him home, he sat on my shoulder for about an hour while I played RO. He usually gets bored when he's on my shoulder for too long, and starts doing naughty things like chewing on my shirt collar, so I put him back on top of his cage. But not 5 minutes later, he flapped across the room and landed on my shoulder again. Cutest fucking thing everrrr. XD
He looks really great as far as I can tell. In place of the tumor is just a little bald spot and a quarter inch long scab. Seeing him so upbeat and happy now gives me a lot of hope.
But when I got up this morning and went to feed my fancy goldfish, I found my Sarasa Comet and my Shubunkin dead. What the hell? I'd had both fish for possibly 2-3 years with no trouble at all. Seems like some sort of karma. Trade two dead fish for one healthy bird. But I guess I can live with that. Fish are more like living furniture than beloved pets anyway.
And I promise this is the last time I'll ramble about my bird:
Got to pick up my little bird from the vet yesterday, and it was the cutest thing ever. He's never been away from our home since we got him, so I was worried he'd be pissed and/or scared to death when I went to get him. But he was just very, very glad to see me. One of the vet techs brought him out wrapped in a towel with just his head sticking out (because he tends to bite strangers) and as soon as he saw me, he started struggling really hard to get free. I held my hand out to him and he immediately wiggled out of the towel and up my arm onto my shoulder and started making his little happy squeaky noises. Everyone in the office laughed.
On the ride home he clung to my shoulder the whole time (usually he likes to sit on the headrest or dashboard so he can watch the scenery) Then when I got him home, he sat on my shoulder for about an hour while I played RO. He usually gets bored when he's on my shoulder for too long, and starts doing naughty things like chewing on my shirt collar, so I put him back on top of his cage. But not 5 minutes later, he flapped across the room and landed on my shoulder again. Cutest fucking thing everrrr. XD
He looks really great as far as I can tell. In place of the tumor is just a little bald spot and a quarter inch long scab. Seeing him so upbeat and happy now gives me a lot of hope.
But when I got up this morning and went to feed my fancy goldfish, I found my Sarasa Comet and my Shubunkin dead. What the hell? I'd had both fish for possibly 2-3 years with no trouble at all. Seems like some sort of karma. Trade two dead fish for one healthy bird. But I guess I can live with that. Fish are more like living furniture than beloved pets anyway.