I have a love/hate relationship with TV channels such as Discovery and Animal Planet and History and...well, and all those. The ones that make you think WAY too deeply about life and the unknowns and the future. Honestly. You watch a stupid show about microscopic parasites titled," The Monster Within Me" and you have to hear all about these Flippin' amoebas ( ya know...ONE celled critters) (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amoeba_(genus)) and would you believe the "intelligence" these practically non-existent things have?? Able to create things to protect themselves against our white blood cells.And you think how could ONE STINKIN' lil cell do all this?! And that then gets you thinking about the fact that white blood cells "attack" things that shouldn't be in your body. And you wonder, how does something like blood attack anything??? I mean, it's blood, yes? And then my brain spirals down into random thoughts of..."See, I NEVER coulda been a medical student.." or, "I SWEAR you have to have a brain of some sort to...ACT? Function?!" I jsut don't get it. Nor do I claim to. I wish I was half as smart as I used to be in high school and right after. When I knew the Pythagoreum Theorem by heart, and I knew how break down a species/genus/etc. I thought shows like all this were supposed to make me smarter. Somehow, they seem to be making me question any intelligence I thought I did have. Too bad I am addicted to the TRUE reality TV.

Bird's the Word...

Last Monday, we got the newest addition to our family. Vegas is a 35 year old Yellow Naped Amazon. The first few days were the roughest for sure. I still have a couple of the bite marks a week later! Of course, I don't know what else anyone can expect from an incredibly intelligent bird that had had at least 3 new homes in 35 years, and the last 2 in 5. His original(?) owner passed away, and he ended up with a really awesome lady named Andy. As it turns out, she already had a Yellow Naped, named Babbles. Babbles was incredibly jealous, and became a real jerk, so even though she tried to make it work for the past few years, the birds just weren't having it. So she found us, and I am absolutely in love with this bird! I never knew I'd find a bird to be a better pet than a DOG!! But honestly, this guy is incredible. He snuggles up to me, and talks to me all the time. I hate to sound arrogant about it all, but I think that in the end, and especially because I spend so much time with him, that Vegas is MY bird. That I am HIS human, his flock leader. He seems to listen to me the best, and he already gives me silly bird-ish kisses. I hope so, even if it makes everyone else a little peeved. It's really only fair, though, if I am the one putting all the work into him, and his bonding. I need to cut this short for now, my back hurts, but I will come back later and talk more about him.