This past weekend, we needed to go to another town to get a spray-on liner for our truck. We stayed in a hotel all day while the truck was being worked on, and because we didn't have transportation for the day, we had breakfast in the hotel restaurant, which was actually pretty good. The point to all this? There is one, I swear.

At breakfast, we were seated by a table of teenagers who were all there on some sort of training program trip thing. Not quite sure, but that seemed to be what was going on. They were all around 16, and there was not an adult in sight.

These kids were all bragging about how they were blowing off school and activities because they were so smart it really didn't matter anyway. And how they didn't even have to try, and they could still pass through.

It was all I could do to keep myself from going over to their table and telling them to enjoy their smartness in a few years' time when they didn't get to do any sort of college or training after high school because of their bad grades and lack of effort, so their only available careers would be at fast food restaurants. And even there, since they obviously don't enjoy working, they have no potential for advancement.

Yes, kids. Laziness is just the best. And it's even more fun when you're an adult and your parents aren't paying for you to go to a weekend convention at a fancy hotel with a nice breakfast restaurant.

Which you won't be able to afford in a few years.

So enjoy that.

But I didn't say a word. I merely chuckled to my husband and kept my judgment to myself. I really wanted to throw in a, "You little turds better stay off my lawn!" but I kept it to myself.

#curmudgeonlife

The struggle is real.

Well, we did it. We actually did a thing.....we have a new family member. This kiddo, right here:

                                    

                                   

We have been missing our Bruce so much, but, as anyone who knows me will tell you, I am really good at talking myself out of things. Anything, from eating a piece of cake to buying a pair of shoes.

Seriously. It's highly irritating. Sometimes I want to slap myself. I basically decide I want to do something, and then I take some time to think about it. I make a mental pros and cons list, the cons list gets astronomical, and then I decide not to do it.

All the time.

So, although we've been emailing breeders and looking around at birds, we didn't actually plan on a baby anytime soon. And then I saw something about a small pet store in Albuquerque, and while we were down getting my husband's truck worked on, we decided to swing by.

We walked in and saw a white cockatiel in a cage with a sold sign, and I thought, "Hey, that's too bad, but he looks really pretty and well cared for..." and then I saw a little grey head.

And I was hooked.

The woman went to the back and got her out and she wasn't scared or nervous. And, as you can see from her picture, she is just beautiful. 

So, yeah, we are in love. Her name is Lulu.

It's bananas. 

Happy Monday!