Possible new family member

I have been going back and forth for a while now about getting a dog.
I think it would be a really good thing for me. It would mean more
exercise, getting out of the house and most importantly routines.
Having that kind of routine and dependance would be a good way to
force me to be out and about and more active. I have always thought I
wouldn't want a bigger dog. As many of my friends can tell you I have
always said I would have what I call a "one hand" dog. Meaning that it
should only take one hand to pick up the poo. But I was looking at
dogs today and yesterday and I saw the Siberian Husky. I have always
thought they were so beautiful. And at first I thought, no way, too
big. But the females are not as big as the males either so that might
work. And they are nice social dogs. And if they are socialized as a
puppy to my cats and other pets they will consider them part of their
flock. Squirrels and cats outside though are fair game, which is why
all the sites say that huskies should be leashed when out walking at
all times. And as for exercise, there is actually carts and scooters
made for training the huskies on dry land. They love to pull, what
with being sled dogs and all. So it is possible to have a "sled" with
wheels and then they can pull to their heart's content :). Am going to
think about it and keep reading. If I do decide to get a husky it
won't be until the spring. That way I can have my vacation in June
from school I have several weeks to train the little puppy :). But
it's still just a thought so no one has to worry that a puppy will
show up in the very near future (yes, Jens, I do mean you!). And of
course if I get a puppy I won't get a bunny. Probably.

Goodbye Little Chicken

My Little Chicken died today. I think he got sick first and he just
didn't make it. I have not been this sad in a long time. I will miss
him so much because he made my days so happy just by being his cute
wonderful little chicken self. Some of my favorite pictures are here.
They are my favorite because they show how much he trusted me and how
he loved for me to hold him. In the second he is sleeping. He slept
all the time in my hand. And he liked it most when I pet his head and
near his beak. He also liked to sit on my shoulder. He wasn't afraid
of me at all. My poor little chicken. I wish he wasn't dead.

Secret Garden

While we were at Katrinetorp we had to feed the little chicken. So we
followed the path and there was a huge hedge with an opening in it.
Just like in The Secret Garden :). So we went through and there was a
huge garden slash park area. We chose a bench there to feed little
chicken and since it was so nice, he was allowed to hop around for a
bit in the grass. I think he liked it :).

Katrinetorp

Jimmie and I were running around in Malmö today and his friend had
told him about this great place right by IKEA called Katrinetorp. So
we decided to check it out. And it was really pretty! They had several
buildings. One was a cafe and one was a really cool antique store. And
the whole place was just gorgeous. We decided that we are going back
soon :).

Migrating little chicken

My little chicken moved from the shoulder to my neck, right under my
chin, as his favorite spot of the day. He escaped his little cage and
got the crap scared out of him by Bastet. So he was in an especially
cuddly mood today. I was too cause I got a scare when I came out of
the shower and saw him hiding from Bastet! But he is ok and I escape
proofed the cage so it won't happen again. So just a bit more cuddling
and we both feel better :)

New favorite spot

My little chicken has gotten brave during the past few days. One of
his new favorite spots is on my shoulder. And he hops from one to the
other. He actually flew from my hand up to my shoulder! I was a bit
relieved when he did that because so far I haven't seen him trying to
fly in the cage, up to the perches and so. Hopefully he is just a bit
shy and scared and he will get used to the cage and be more comfy
soon. I have also started weaning him. I can't tell if he is eating on
his own or not, but today I fed him only twice as opposed to last week
when it was every two hours. So tomorrow I feed him once and see what
happens. He might be eating but he doesn't fill his crop like when I
feed him. If it's just a few seeds here and there then maybe I just
can't tell? I know I shouldn't be so worried about him, but he is my
little chicken!

Natti natti }(=):>

I was cuddling my little chicken cause I was a bit sad and he fell
asleep. I couldn't resist taking a picture of course :). I think it is
so cute that they tuck their heads in like that. Cuddling with little
chicken did make me feel better. Thank you little chicken!

Hello Kitty really is on everything!

I was at the store grocery shopping and I got to the feminine products
aisle and saw these. I couldn't resist of course :). Plus I did
actually need feminine products...so it's ok right?

Which political party am I?

There was a test you could do on Sydsvenskan where you could see which political parties suited you the best. I was mostly sympathetic with the left party, as usual :). And for you poor bastards in the US, you may notice that on this test there are 10 political parties, not two :)

I was however, as an anti-feminist (I prefer the term equalist) a bit upset to see that my second highest match was a political party called the Feminist Initiative :(. But oh well!

Perching practice

Well my little chicken is growing up. I had him in the cage today and
I kept putting him up on the perches so he gets used to it. He hasn't
been flying up on his own. But he did try to jump from one to another.
He didn't make it but I was just as proud as I would have been if he
did!
And tonight he will be spending the night in the big cage. He fell
asleep there today when it got a bit late so I figured it might be a
good time to let him start sleeping there. But it was so hard for
me!!! I am worried that he might be cold, or scared, or lonely, or
confused, or cold. It's taking some will power not to go get him and
put him back in his little box by my bed :(. But am happy to hear that
he isn't peeping so he must be ok and sleeping. Right? Right? I will
not wake him up by checking I wil not wake him up by checking I will
not wake him up by checking...Not even once?

Cravings!!!

I have been craving two of my poor white trailer trash childhood
favorites lately. Velveeta shells and cheese is one. Cream of mushroom
soup and macaroni is the other. Oh my god I want them so bad!!! But I
don't know why!!! Have also been craving, to a slightly lesser extent,
Frito chilli pie and Spaghettios with Ruffles chips. Am honestly not
sure if I am homesick or of this is a weird side effect of the
surgery. If so, then that's just really mean :(

Resistance is futile!

My friend Jimmie does not like birds. He has a bit of a phobia about
them, especially ducks I think. But no one can resist the cuteness of
my little chicken :). Jimmie held him a few times and thinks he is
super cute. As he should of course because my little chicken is the
cutest bird ever on the face of the earth! Proud birdie mommy
perspective must be taken into account of course ;)

Real food!

My little chicken ate a tiny tiny bit of real food. I am not sure he
understands yet that I can't feed him forever. According to the
Internet he should be eating on his own now. So I am just waiting and
waiting...and forcing him to try to eat something by sticking the food
bowl in his poor little face every chance I get. Sometimes it is hard
being a good birdie mommy :(

Who says we can't get along?

Bastet has thus far shown no interst in my little chicken. Today I was
sitting on the couch, with both Bastet and little chicken, just
talking to Jimmie. Then I looked down and noticed that little chicken
had crawled out of my hand onto Bastet's back! Looking for adventure
no doubt. I had time to take a picture and it wasn't until little
chicken scratched his beak with his foot that Bastet even noticed him.
Then she moved of course and he fell off. But she didn't chase him.
She just looked at him like "Oh, was that what that was on my back.
Ok. Whatever." So you see. I don't have to be super worried about my
little chicken getting gobbled up :)

Old time photo

I took a photo of my little chicken using the 80's camera application
on my phone. It turned out quite cool if I do say so myself.

My little chicken :)

I always have a towel handy when my little chicken is running around.
He tends to poo everywhere :(. And while he was hopping around I
noticed that the towel had a chicken on it. Especially for my little
chicken ;)

No more super band aids!

Well it has been two weeks since my operation. Last night Maria helped
me to take off the super water proof bullet proof band aids. All
that's left is some tape which I am pretty sure will fall off in the
shower. Still celebrating the days of puréed food as well :).

(Almost) "Real" food

I graduated today from liquids to puréed food!!! Yay me :). I had
mashed potatoes, mashed carrots and that pile that looks like
ketchup? That is pasta bolognese from the baby food section. I was so
happy to be able to sort of chew stuff. So now three weeks of puréed
food and then after that I can finally have some normal food. Still
only about 2 dl of it, but normal. I miss it :(. I had a dream the
other night that bordered on indecent about being able to eat a
sandwich. That's when you know it's bad. I'm not even dreaming about
donuts and cakes and candy. Just a sandwich. Not even a great
sandwich, just an average sandwich. Weird huh?

The big bad world

Well at least for my little chicken. I have started to put him in the
big cage with mom and dad again for a few minutes several times a day.
It will be his home for the next few months at least so I thought now
that he is growing up he should at least visit it a few times a day.
But the fun part was that the daddy bird fed him! My little chicken
was begging as usual and the daddy bird came down after a minute or
two and fed him. It was so great! And a bit more violent than I
expected actually. Little chicken can really latch on to a beak! I
probably won't let him live there all the time till he can fly up and
perch on his own at least. And yes I know I am being a typical "mom"
not wanting to let go. But dammit he's my little chicken!

Cute critters :)

I was at the critter store getting food for my birds and I did what I
always do: go around looking at all the cute animals :). And I just
had to take a picture of these super cute gerbils. There were at least
8 of them all sleeping in a bowl. Made me miss the gerbils we had :(.

Pretty good "Before" picture

See the thing is that I know I am fat. Have always known I am fat. But
I don't really see it myself. When I look down at myself I don't see a
fat person. I see a chubby person maybe, but nothing close to what I
really am. So it could be good to have a "before" picture to see these
things. Now that I have had my operation, I won't be fat forever
anymore. So I can look back and see how far I have come. Like the fat
hanging down from my forearms? I don't see that unless it's in a
photo. And I know I have a stomach but looking down at myself I just
don't see it. So honestly I have never thought of myself as super fat
before. But I have had my awakening. I have taken steps, some would
say drastic steps, to correct the situation. So I will put up new
photos every now and again and will try to remember to put this one up
right next to (or under here in the blog) it. So that I can actually
see my progress.

Two kitties, one kitty bed

It's a pickle. The basket has so far been Sekhmet's sleeping place.
Bastet sleeps in bed with me. But lately Bastet has been sleeping in
the basket. And Sekhmet is pissed! She jumps up every time and is so
confused that there is already a cat there. Then there is some
growling and hissing and then she gives up. So I think it might be
time for a trip to Ikea to get a second one...

Test run

They grow up and go off to college before you know it don't they? Here
is my little baby learning to perch. Ahhh so cute :). He fell down
right after the picture was taken but I put him right back up again.
He doesn't know how to get on the perch himself yet. But he can fly
around a bit. Sometimes he jumps from my hand to the floor wings
flapping the whole way :).

Slightly better "meal"

Well as you all know I have had gastric bypass surgery and for the
first two weeks after I can only have liquids. Anything that goes
through a straw. I am also not allowed to have sugar. One of the
"meals" I canhave is juice diluted with water. Then I remembered
making Kool Aid Popsicles when I was a kid. I saw these Popsicle forms
in a store and figured I could freeze my "meal" andit would be more
tasty. I was right! And especially now during summer it's nice to
have since I can't have ice cream because of the sugar. So cheers :).