... so long as someone stays on his side of the top perch... ... and a nap is involved.
It's raining. It feels as though it's been raining for all of June. The stream behind our condo is doing it's best to keep up with the downpour, but it's struggling. So you can imagine my surprise when I opened the vertical blinds in our guest bedroom this morning to find that our little visitor … Continue reading A Return Visit
When I first broached the idea of getting a bird to Mr. Awesome, my original assumption was that said psittacine would live on a diet of cheap seed supplemented by veggies and whatever foods we were consuming that were bird safe. But the more I read on the subject, the less pleased I was with this idea. … Continue reading Feeding the Budgies: Dry Food
Mr. Awesome and I live in the city. He was in the final stages of purchasing the condo when we met. For the majority of my life I've lived either in suburbia or what you might call rural suburbia. Smaller towns, some with surrounding countryside. You get the picture. If you had told me years ago that I … Continue reading A Little Visitor
The church I called home before Mr. Awesome and I married has a little tradition. Each Sunday the congregation is asked if there are any birthdays or anniversaries. If your birthday or anniversary happens to fall on the preceding or coming week, you are sung to by said congregation as you go up to the front … Continue reading Words of Wisdom
...are the ones you can destroy. Mr. Awesome and I picked up two of these "Parrot Pinatas" by Planet Pleasures when we stopped in a Battle Creek pet store on our way to Marshall for our anniversary weekend. Robin and Tuck have been gnawing on our shirts when we put them on our shoulders and have been … Continue reading The Best Toys…
A few months ago I had an epiphany. Since the craziness of getting married and our first holidays as a married couple had passed, I finally realized something: I'm the woman of this house and I can, so long as Mr. Awesome doesn't hate it, make improvements to/decorate our condo. Bam. Now, this may not seem … Continue reading Dreaming of A Potted Paradise: A Garden of Containers