Birds and tattoos

We're such suckers.  Well, Gary and I are...not so sure about the kids.  As long as he and I have been together, there have been pets in the house and always parakeets no matter what.  Second son's bird, Cleggy (if you watch British comedies, you'll know where that name came from), died a couple of weeks ago and this son has been researching parrots, cockatiels and conures.  He prayed, read and looked at videos online.  After getting the go-ahead from us (Gary admitted he can't say no to the kids about hardly anything), this son came home with a 2-1/2 month old conure today and named him Trigger. DeLIGHTful bird.  Not shy at all and even after a few hours, seems right at home.  Did we need another pet?  Surely you jest.  But with 10 humans, 4 dogs and now one bird again, guess we're at our limit (I think).

AND I'm taking third son to a tattoo parlor on Tuesday to talk about the bracelet tattoo he wants. Yeah, Gary says he's caved on this one as well! The way we see it, there are things to make issues about and things to let go.  This is one of those areas.  We will set limits, but with this son wanting Scripture to encircle his wrist, who can complain? Gary's only stipulation was that I had to go too.  G. wants me to finally get the honeybee tattoo I've talked about wanting on the inside of my wrist.  Having second thoughts at being SO out of my comfort zone, but hey, it's an adventure, right?  And about that bee...Melissa is Greek for honeybee, so it all makes sense.  What doesn't make sense is seeing me in a tattoo parlor!

This time last week I'd not have thought I'd be blogging about these two topics.  You just never know.  My new byline.