Zippedy Do Dah

There's a blue bird on my shoulder...

Quite literally, actually. He doesn't have a name, yet. But he's really cool. He's a lineolated parakeet. No, I'm not making words or birds up. They're very neat little birds. I got him at the bird show. Now I know you're saying, Naarah, you're supposed to sell birds at the show, not buy them! Well, I didn't buy him, so :-P. I traded for him. We actually sold/traded all of the birds that we brought. Mom sold/traded about half of hers. And we were really the only people there actually moving lovebirds at all. And there were LOTS of lovebirds there. I guess the difference are my mom's are not only beautiful birds, they're nice. That really makes a difference.

So, back to the little lineolated fellow, here's some pics I took this morning (ok, so he's not so much on my shoulder in the pics, but here he is anyway):

Yesterday I had to sit through a very long, and very boring, and supposedly most very important manager's meeting. Sandie started it off rambling about how in Africa every day a gazelle wakes up and it must run faster than the slowest lion in order to survive; and every day in Africa a lion wakes up and it must run faster than the slowest gazelle in order to eat and thus survive. Which are we, lions or gazelles? I'm a mongoose. What? I can't be a mongoose? I have to be a lion or gazelle? Can I be a mongoose-lion? (and if you don't get this, you need to watch more Invader Zim!) Long, very long ass story short, we need to start our days running. Yes, I'd love to start my day running: running as fast as I can away from Ritz!!!