Temple and the Christmas Party

My Mommy has been neglecting taking me to temple on Friday nights lately. This happened once in the summer and I was convinced I wouldn't be invited to the "Jews in the Park" picnic that I organized. Luckily, though she came to her senses and took me the few weeks beforehand. Well, now with the holiday season quickly approaching I am again convinced that I won't be invited to the annual "Jingle Bells and Menorahs" Christmas/Hanukkah party. She is trying to sabottage my invitation by telling me that because we are Jewish we can't have a Christmas party. I am not sure what this means for the play that I was directing for the party. I will keep you updated.

HELP!!! Anyone, Someone, EVEN CHRISTIANS!!

Let me first say that I love my Mommy. I sleep with her every night and I lay my face against hers and nuzzle my beak into her nose. As sooon as the lights go off, I fly over to go to bed. BUT I am afraid that my Mommy is plotting to leave me. Today, she is studying for her Florida exam, which is tomorrow. I don't know what is going to happen if she passes. I have a life here and I certainly can't just up and leave it. What will Frankie do without me? What about my Lover? Can someone please tell her to stay?

Fatties and Low Blood Sugar

Today, I was once again surrounded by fatties. I had to bite my tongue when one fattie pharmacist became irritated because it was time for him to eat. After he stuffed his fat face, he then claimed that his earlier moodiness was because he had low blood sugar. He has a lot a of things, but nothing on the low side. Why don't you speak the truth and admit that you cannot be food deprived for more than a few minutes? Admit that your appetite has a mind and will of its own and you have allowed it to rule you? Admit that rather than do anything about it you try to evoke sympathy that you now have a "condition". While you are correct - you do have a condition, but it is not physical it's mental. If you got some kind of sense of control, you would realize how out of control you are!

Fatties and Animals

In my travels I have noticed that fatties have the most unusual pets and many of them. I will admit that I as a Sun Conure am not your typical companion. However, as you gather from my blog my intellect and humor makes me very desirable. I am sure many of you reading this blog wish that you could adopt me. Sorry, I belong to my Mommy and Daddy, aka, Lover.
That being said - I am posing the following question. Why do fatties need to be surrounded by the oddest, most unresponsive, odor producing, nonmammal pets?

I can think of one fattie who has a snake, a crab, a reptile of some sort and of course, too many cats to count. Another who has dogs that run wild; birds that pick their feathers, something I never do because I have a normal home life; and fish - I mean what you can expect to bond with a fish over?

I fail to comprehend the need for such an abundance of strangeness. In addition I know the amount of attention that I require and I can't help but feel bad for these pets because they are being emotionally neglected. However, it does not surprise me that their owners only care about themselves.

Fatties and Pictures

Again, this weekend at my Daddy's office while I waited I observed that the fattie secretary had her desk loitered with pictures. Of course, there were all of her with her rolls, greasy hair and numerous chins that have just kind of gelled into her neck. To my shock several of the pictures had her with a male figure and he looked real. However, one of the pictures confirmed my previous post about cartoons because one of them was at Disney with a Cinderalla in the picture. I mean my God what adult takes their picture with a cartoon figure? Well, we all know the answer - a FATTIE!

Fatties and Cartoons

The time has come when I must call your attention to a phenomen I may have mentioned before, but not in this detail.

"Typically fat people are fascinated by cartoons." I know I have said it before on this blog, but over the weekend I went with my lover, aka, Daddy to his office. The other attorney in his office has you guessed it - a fattie for a secretary. We all know that my Daddy hates them and would never, never be associated or have them in his presence if he could at all help it. However, I had just explained to him my "theory" and decided to make myself a cup of coffee. Guess what I found in the fattie's cupboard a coffee mug with "Taz", a Looney Tune icon on it. Of course, I immediately ran out of the room as if I just saw Hitler himself. Although I do have to admit, I was a little surprised that it was not of Tweetie Bird.

The Big Yellow Monster

I was once a friend to a big yellow monster known as Sandy. Her full name was Sandy Ann Marie Kirkpatrick with the nickname Stinks for obvious reasons. If I flew to the ground, I knew I would for sure be her lunch.

However, when just the two of us were home she would sleep at the floor of my cage. I, of course, would be locked in reminding me of my previous prison days. I took great comfort in knowing that if someone came to my window, Sandy would be fast asleep snoring and twitching. But I always knew that if I screamed loud enough she would saunter to my rescue or at least watch or help me by devoured by the intruder.

I did find that you could easily distract with her food being foremost or a toy. She loved the finer things in life and that is where we agreed. We both loved our red wine.
I think of Sandy often and miss her presence.