Straight and true

I am pleased to report that the little birdie eggs are doing well. I water very carefully know and try not to shower anyone. I think the mother bird must be sassy and quite with the times because she choose her home so carefully. She wants her little babies exposed to color and beauty from the very beginning. I might start piping some Mozart out there so they can get the full cultural experience. Jared tried to remind me that birdie eggs don't always end up doing well. One might break or a little birdie might fall out of the nest and get hurt. I told him that this is a ridiculous notion. That all of my birdies are going to be fine, strong little boy and girl birdies who fly straight and true. I did, however, encourage him to check the nest each day before I get home to make any unfortunate accidents magically disappear. Then, I can blissfully believe that everything is fine and a "missing" birdie would just be an early flier, much more mature than his siblings.

This whole buying a house thing comes with many unexpecteds. Like arranging for the bug man to come on a Wednesday and then a Saturday, signing a 12-month contract, and then paying for the whole damn thing. I mean, seriously, who knew that there were going to be carpet cleanings, lock changings, bug killings, etc? Not me. Apartments are a package deal I suppose and I got used to that. Don't get me wrong. I still love owning a home and still can't believe I actually own a piece of property with a nice house nestled on it. But, this living thing ain't cheap.

Friday was my pineapple birthday. May 28, 2010! That represents four years of no purging! I think I've only thrown up once (while sick of course) in four years. It was in Honduras and all you need to know was it involved a foreign country, a long hike, and mango for breakfast. Natalie got to experience the whole thing with me. What a blessing to be free of that terrible burden. I am so thankful. Ever so thankful.