My Crazy Bird




I have this bird named Missy.

I know. Who has a bird for a pet? Let’s rewind this. Who has a bird for a pet that is supposed to live 25 years?
I love this bird like she is my little baby. She is so awkward, so fussy, so impeccably me that sometimes I find I should just start telling people about her little life instead of bashfully ignoring her presence. She’s needy, she likes routines, she runs around on the floor like a maniac, she poops every 15 minutes, the feathers on her head are always a mess, she almost always looks stressed out, she waddles, she likes men more than women, taller rather than shorter, she grinds her beak a lot, she absolutely hates going to the vet, she doesn’t like the confines of her cage, she performs mating rituals a couple times a week, she cleans herself in the shower, she sleeps on one leg with her head tucked into her wing, she’s endlessly inquisitive, and she’ll eat anything you put in front of her…except ants.
We just moved into our new apartment- Missy & I. She sits in her crowned cage at the end of the kitchen island, furthest from my room and the back door. The other night, I was reading in my room and heard a tiny pitter-patter from the countertop; I looked up to see her little frame curiously cocking her head towards the light spilling out of my room. I laughed and brought her in when I realized she needs a friend, too.
She is so predictable. She freaks out every time I start the brand new computerized washer & dryer ….bracing herself with one foot on the branch & the other against the side of the cage. This is the stance of a bird who is in serious peril. Today, Bryan threw a fruit snack into her cage from about 15 feet away. She immediately became ‘skinny’ and grew a mohawk. Later I return from the pool to find that my bird has purple ‘gummy’ all over her beak…like I won’t know she attacked the fruit snack. And I love watching her desperately try to walk across the carpet towards me when there are ants…you would think they were dragons. 
As crazy as she is, I think we get each other.

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"Halfway around the world…



…Lies the one thing that you want
Don’t know what your made of
Til the one thing that you want
To come in with the dawn and suddenly changes”

THE FRAY/JACKS MANNEQUIN IN DALLAS, TEXAS.

They nailed it; this summarizes my expedition entirely. I traveled my ‘halfway around the world’ to be and to do the things I always knew I wanted. By the time I actually left for the city, the only thing driving me there was that it had become a verbal commandment in my life scene; everyone knew that to be my identity. And the craziest thing? I knew just about the time that the plane landed in that city over a year ago that I would leave it.

What’s best is that I had little idea of what was about to happen to me. I was far too engulfed in dealing with a frozen bank account, lost luggage (interview suit and interviews pending), and feeling like a sausage sharing LL’s twin bed (with her still in it) for three weeks in a dorm room. The city has a way of trying to purge people who can’t make the cut, I’ve decided. And it certainly doesn’t go easy on those from the Midwest.

So I was that girl, in black & white at a Starbucks, paying for wi-fi by the minute, shooting out emails and resumes to any potential investor….and silently screeching when I realized I’d copied company A’s CV in the email I just sent to company B. I guess these are the ‘rookie’ mistakes that can take you off an industry map…which they very well may have.

Bryan bought me tickets to The Fray four months ago. It finally came- as a marker of freedom- and I listened to the lyrics from a different perspective (well-slept, unabused….you know, the healthy kind). Standing in the pit, giant ceiling fans above, men in sequin jackets, and fashionable girls running around everywhere in gladiator sandals made me realize why I really do love Dallas.

“Halfway around the world…



…Lies the one thing that you want
Don’t know what your made of
Til the one thing that you want
To come in with the dawn and suddenly changes”

THE FRAY/JACKS MANNEQUIN IN DALLAS, TEXAS.

They nailed it; this summarizes my expedition entirely. I traveled my ‘halfway around the world’ to be and to do the things I always knew I wanted. By the time I actually left for the city, the only thing driving me there was that it had become a verbal commandment in my life scene; everyone knew that to be my identity. And the craziest thing? I knew just about the time that the plane landed in that city over a year ago that I would leave it.

What’s best is that I had little idea of what was about to happen to me. I was far too engulfed in dealing with a frozen bank account, lost luggage (interview suit and interviews pending), and feeling like a sausage sharing LL’s twin bed (with her still in it) for three weeks in a dorm room. The city has a way of trying to purge people who can’t make the cut, I’ve decided. And it certainly doesn’t go easy on those from the Midwest.

So I was that girl, in black & white at a Starbucks, paying for wi-fi by the minute, shooting out emails and resumes to any potential investor….and silently screeching when I realized I’d copied company A’s CV in the email I just sent to company B. I guess these are the ‘rookie’ mistakes that can take you off an industry map…which they very well may have.

Bryan bought me tickets to The Fray four months ago. It finally came- as a marker of freedom- and I listened to the lyrics from a different perspective (well-slept, unabused….you know, the healthy kind). Standing in the pit, giant ceiling fans above, men in sequin jackets, and fashionable girls running around everywhere in gladiator sandals made me realize why I really do love Dallas.