World of Wings

Baby Bird

One of our new babies!!

Paul graduated!

See...I told ya he could do it!

Yay!

Paul is graduating with his associate's degree on Thursday and I am so estatic! I am also happy about the egg my Arla laid this morning!

Meet Elphie

This is our new lop-eared friend, Elphie.

She speant the night exploring the living room and hopping right up to the cats. They did not know what to think. Since they were so good I got them a new toy and Omega is protecting it with his life.

That is when he is not being attacked by it. I can't tell who is winning here, the toy or Omega.

Just moaning and groaning

I need to go to bed. It is pretty late and I need to get back to a regular sleeping pattern. So now I have to be a matron of honor for my best friend a second time. Maybe this time I will not look like a big purple grape. I hope this time is the last time. Cliff really upset me tonight by throwing a fit and yelling at us that it was not fair that he could not come back. He said he told his mom he wanted to move back in with us but he couldn't and it was not fair. What the hell are we suppossed to do? He has reverted to his old self and it really pisses me off that all the hard work we put into helping him has gone down the shitter. I am also stressed out about the stuff that has been going on with my body. My biggest fear is that Paul and I will not be able to have children and this makes it worse. I wish Shelly would quit making me out to be the bad guy all the time. She asked me on the phone how we deal with his fits and I basically had to explain something to her that she, the mother of three children, should know. Fuck that! When I try to explain to Paul that she is not even trying he tells her that and then they joke around about it. Clifford even said that he felt like he was too spoiled with her. Paul told him to tell Shelly why he felt that way and then proceded to say "bad, mama" and laugh it off. That is what is fucking wrong in this situation. Everything is made into a joke or excuses are made. I guess I better quit bitching and go to bed.