Thanks, Brad. What do you mean, got the title? I typed out a thousand words, and that's what came up on the blog. I thought it was a typo.
And I hate that picture. Makes me look like a little blue marshmallow. I'm not that soft. And I had just over-trimmed my moustache, so it's not at its normal epic Super Mario proportions.
But I do love Lorikeets. One of my favorite birds (hilarious in a fun way, not the sarcastic way like a Raven).
The Cleveland Zoo has a Lorikeet exhibit that sells nectar for $.50 you can feed them. They always just flock to me. And they nibble-whisper in your ear.
You can also feed sharks and rays. I don't have a picture, other than the mental picture of Little Joe punching a ray cause it sucked his hand into its mouth along with the shrimp. It didn't hurt, but I almost peed my pants when one did the same thing to me. Felt like a vacuum cleaner pulling your hand into a bowl of pudding.
So there you go. Another thousand words on the subject.
The purpose of this blog is twofold. One, I am going to do my best to explain the feelings and reactions of the disease in a way that people that do not have it will understand.
Secondly, this keeps my random and pointless rants off of my wife's (and sometimes my) writing blog.
For those not blog savvy (mom), there is a list farther down the sidebar of topics. Anything with an asterisk is about the disease. The rest is nonsense. Click one if it interests you.
There is also a little button down there that says "older posts". It will open a link to older posts. The link that says comments at the end of every post shows you the comments.
While I do have interests, hobbies, beliefs, and talents, all that matters are my faith and my wonderful family. My wife (using her pen name Lydia Sharp) is also a writer and Blogger.
Our son, like most 5-years olds, is gifted in the arts of mayhem, sarcasm, and adorableness.
There are also some brothers and mothers and aunts and uncles and a grandma or two. They tolerate me too, for the most part.
Thanks for that, guys. Seriously.
Just in case you're wondering if anyone got the title, I did.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's a great picture, Joe.
Thanks, Brad. What do you mean, got the title? I typed out a thousand words, and that's what came up on the blog. I thought it was a typo.
ReplyDeleteAnd I hate that picture. Makes me look like a little blue marshmallow. I'm not that soft. And I had just over-trimmed my moustache, so it's not at its normal epic Super Mario proportions.
But I do love Lorikeets. One of my favorite birds (hilarious in a fun way, not the sarcastic way like a Raven).
The Cleveland Zoo has a Lorikeet exhibit that sells nectar for $.50 you can feed them. They always just flock to me. And they nibble-whisper in your ear.
You can also feed sharks and rays. I don't have a picture, other than the mental picture of Little Joe punching a ray cause it sucked his hand into its mouth along with the shrimp. It didn't hurt, but I almost peed my pants when one did the same thing to me. Felt like a vacuum cleaner pulling your hand into a bowl of pudding.
So there you go. Another thousand words on the subject.
We have "Lorikeet Landing" at the Louisville Zoo, and I have a couple of similar pictures of me and Hunter being surrounded.
ReplyDeleteI got the title, too. And I *heart* that picture. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's an awesome picture. What adorable birds.
ReplyDeleteCute. :)
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