Filed June 13, 2007 at 12:42 am under Family by TJ
What a couple of weeks, it surely has to end soon. Tonight, I found my Muloccan Cockatoo on his side on the bottom of his cage. He was still alive, so we drove him to the emergency vets office. The determined it was one of the following: Blocked Airway, Heavy Metal Poisoning or Broken Neck. Before they were able to determine, he passed on.
It’s been a miserable couple of weeks…
I’ll write more when I can collect some thoughts.
More pictures here: http://www.tjtryon.com/gallery/view.php?gallery_id=73Â and more http://www.tjtryon.com/gallery/view.php?gallery_id=107
Edited by tjtryon 2007-06-13 1:37 AM
Filed June 8, 2007 at 9:19 am under Family by TJ
Been a little while since I did one of these. Hell, been awhile since I blogged much… BTW, I have some new galleries that I have posted at:
Gulf Shores: http://www.tjtryon.com/gallery/view.php?gallery_id=103
Tanner’s Birthday: http://www.tjtryon.com/gallery/view.php?gallery_id=104
Teressa’s Triathlon: http://www.coachtj.com/?pp_album=main&pp_cat=20070602-lafayette-ymca-sprint-triathlon
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Jaymie is doing great, as always, and is extremely busy keeping up with ours as well as the neighborhood children. She’s a fantastic mom, and I love her to the moon and back…
We recently spent a week in Gulf Shores (Orange Beach) in a great condo, and we all had a blast there – it was a much deserved break for us all.Â
She recently quit smoking, and is doing awesome with that, and has even started walking quite regularly as rehab for her recent knee surgery. I’m going to try to get her to do Yoga with me Saturday morning before swim practices – we’ll see how that works out…
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Teressa has started doing triathlons – last year on a team with me, and last weekend on her own, and she’s quite the triathlete. Last week, she got third place in a Triathlon with a 1/4 mile swim, 16.7 mile bike and 5k (3.1mile) run. She completed it in just a hair over 2 hours and 10 minutes. Quite an acomplishment, as she’s 14 – we had to tell everyone she was 15 for the race, as that was the minimum age…
She starts High School this fall, and has already tried out AND made the high school volleyball team. She had never played volleyball before, and walked right on the team – they picked 6 of about 30 or so trying out. Like I said, quite the athlete.Â
Though, as her mom said, Athletics won’t necessarily pay for her college – it’s going to be her good grades – she got straight A’s again this year.
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Can you believe Tanner is 2 already? Time flys. She’s quite the little miss independant, and talks too well. She’s really quick to pick up and repeat new phrases, which I found out when I called the neighbors bloodhound a Chickenshit. Now she runs around calling him Chickenshit Clyde. Oy!
She loves swimming and playing outside, and loves her daddy (and mommy) bunches. She has so much energy, I’d love to find a way to bottle it up and save it for a rainy day.
She’s also quite a great little helper, she love to help with her little brother, and loves to kiss him as well as pick on him.Â
She’s going to be the kid you read about who goes from preschool to second grade the first year. She’s WAY too smart for her own good. She just turned 2, and is pretty handy counting and with her alphabet, and can even recognize some written words (not reading, but word recognizition). She also has about 20 or so sign language signs in her vocabulary, and is extremely quick to pick up new ones.
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Thomas is quite the little ham. He is probably the happiest baby I have ever seen, quick with the smile, quick with the laugh. He’ll probably be a stand up comedian when he grows up.
Currently, he is rolling, sitting, crawling, and very mobile. He likes to grab sissy’s toys and roll away, tormenting her. He’s very independant and doesn’t like to be held tons, but he absolutely loves his bouncy, bouncy jumpie seat.
About the only thing he likes better than his bouncy seat – he loves food. He’ll eat anything you put in front of him, and lots of it. His favorites are fruit, and any table food that is mushy enough to eat – the other night he had some stew with us.
Filed June 8, 2007 at 7:58 am under Boring Stuff and Family and Parrotheads by TJ
As many of you know this heathan is a recovering Catholic, and a product of Catholic Schools. If you are offended by religious jokes, get over it, this is meant in great light, and is in no way derogortory to any religion. This story involves parrots and hookers, with a touch of religious intent.
What, you ask, why do I call myself a heathen? In answer to that, I ask if you actually know what the term means… Wikipedia defines it as: A modern heathen is a non-believer in anything supernatural. In older definitions, it is defined as: 1 : an unconverted member of a people or nation that does not acknowledge the God of the Bible 2 : an uncivilized or irreligious person.
For my purposes, we’ll go with the Wikipedia version – I look at things to logically, from a scientific method, and Occam’s razor does apply to my beliefs (“All things being equal, the simplest solution tends to be the best one.” )- hell Occam himself was a Franciscan Friar in the 1300’s, so I guess you can say the Catholic Church even has my back in my beliefs…Â
Did I say something about hookers and a parrot?
Catholic Parrots
A lady goes to her priest one day and tells him, “Father, I have a problem. I have two female parrots, but they only know how to say one thing.”
“What do they say?” the priest inquired.
They say, “Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?”, she confessed to the Father.
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That’s obscene!” the priest exclaimed, then he thought for a moment. “You know,” he said, “I may have a solution to your problem. I have two male talking parrots, which I have taught to pray and read the Bible. Bring your two parrots over to my house, and we’ll put them in the cage with Francis and Peter. My parrots can teach your parrots to praise and worship, and your parrots are sure to stop saying that phrase in no time.”
“Thank you,” the woman responded, “this may very well be the solution.”
The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest’s house. As he ushered her in, she saw that his two male parrots were inside their cage holding rosary beads and praying. Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them.
After a few minutes, the female parrots cried out in unison: “Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?”
There was stunned silence. Shocked, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and exclaimed, “Put the beads away, Frank. Our prayers have been answered!”
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As my daughter Tanner would say “Ta Da!” You guys have a great weekend!
