I don’t think any of us are in any position to judge one another. Do we make our decisions in life based on the Bible, based on how we were raised? Based on the prejudices that may have been thrown at us growing up? As time goes on, I have realized that I am in no position, whatsoever, to judge anyone for their decisions in life. Who am I to judge?

I want to share a story with you about Lorenzo. Lorenzo, is a double yellow headed Amazon parrot. My dad brought him home one day when I was 3 years old. We were living in Mexico when we got him. Now mind you, this was 40 years ago, almost 41. Lorenzo is still with us, my sister has him in Michigan.

So, like my family, Lorenzo is also bi-lingual. My sister and I had lots of fun with Lorenzo while we were growing up. He can sing and dance, allot of his songs wouldn’t make sense to anyone but the 3 of us. He loves it when you are vacuuming the house, that is usually when he pretends that he is a bald eagle and spreads his wings and fluffs his feathers out and at this time he will usually do a little dance for you. He can cluck like a chicken and bark like a dog, and of course meow like a cat. He has many other words and phrases that he can say as well.

Lorenzo sounds just like my mom, or one of us when he calls out names. For instance, we had a large old farm in Michigan and had some problems with the electrical in the front porch, Lorenzo’s cage was on the front porch. The guy came to fix it and was knocking on the front door, at the front porch. Lorenzo kept calling “Mother, Mother”. The guy said he kept telling what he thought was a kid, don’t worry about calling your mom, just turn on the light for me. He said it took him 10 minutes before he finally figured out he was talking to a parrot. I’ll bet he felt stupid.

Another thing that happened, when we moved from Mexico back to the US, they had just had formalized a policy that you could not bring birds into the US, they had to be immunized and quarantined. We had had Lorenzo immunized (that was fun), but legally he needed to be quarantined. So we sadly left him at the airport while we waited to see what the outcome would be. About 1 hour later the airport personnel called us and told us to come and pick up your GD bird, he is making so much noise we can keep him here anymore. So is the story of how we got Lorenzo back.

And the funniest thing that happened about 10 years ago, at that time, my husband and I had Lorenzo. I went to feed him one morning and saw that he had laid some eggs. So for those of you familiar with birds knows that birds can always lay eggs, they don’t actually hatch unless there has been another bird, of the opposite sex (male) to fertilize the eggs. But, this also means that Lorenzo, is a female, and not male. All those years that we thought he (cant stop calling her, a he) was a boy. I wonder if we caused him any kind of sexual confusion while he was with us? My brother calls Lorenzo, Loresbian now. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

So here is to our differences, whether you are a Lorenzo, or a Loresbian.

Poem of the day~

I used to sit and judge you
For what you appeared to be

Thinking that what I was
Was the perfect epitome

Living in my bubble
Thinking that my life

Was the center of perfection
And I the perfect wife

But as I do so grow older
And as I look around

I realize that I am not
As perfect as I found

I cannot judge you
For the road that you do choose

If I think that I can
Then I will surely lose

Goals/Accomplishments~

Last night, as every Wednesday night was Wally-Ball, fun as always. I am starting to get my muscles back in my arms. I am starting to get rid of that extra arm that I had on each arm. Yuck. Cant wait to strop tripping over my boobs too, ooops, did I just say that? I am thinking of taking the night off, I'm tired.

Quote/Lyric of the day~

“And the sign says "Everybody welcome, come in, kneel down
and pray" But then they passed around a plate at the end of it all
And I didn't have a penny to pay, so I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own fuckin' sign I said, "Thank you Lord for thinking 'bout me, I'm alive and doing fine", Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs Fuckin' up the scenery, breakin' my mind, Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign” ~ Tesla