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The secret I was taking to the grave

15 Nov

Before I proceed with this post, I need to explain what events happened last night that ultimately led me to confess a 25-year old secret to my little sister.

Erik was watching a show called “Total Blackout.” If you have never seen it, it’s a game show in which contestants battle each other and their fears in a series of challenges. All the challenges are played in complete darkness; no lights, no blindfolds and no-holds barred as the players face their fears and unexpected surprises. It is hysterical. In the episode last night, teams confronted MY biggest fear; a bird. Yes, you read that correctly,  I am terrified of birds and seeing those people have to pick up a pigeon and carry it around in the complete dark, made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Well, I had no idea that Cane was laying on the floor near where I was standing. As I went to turn and walk away, I felt something brush up against my foot, and in a “knee-jerk” reaction, I jumped, screamed and then looked down. It was Cane’s paw, but for a split second, I thought it was a bird.

After Erik gained his composure and stopped laughing at me, I explained to him, that this sort of panic happens to me all the time. I hate anything that fly’s near me. If it has wings and they flap… I run, scream like a girl and sometimes get in a fist fight with the air. It sounds funny, but rest assured, on my end, it is anything BUT funny. It is my biggest phobia and I will never confront it.

This “run-in” with Cane’s paw, led to this text message being sent to my sister and a confession that I had every intention of taking with me to the grave.

Growing up, my sister always had strange pets. We didn’t have a dog or cat, like normal families, oh no, we had ducks, geese, rats, grasshoppers and of course… BIRDS. My sister had a blue parakeet, “Buffy, the pretty bird.” This bird was everything BUT pretty, but it loved my sister and vise-versa. She would always let Buffy get out and fly around our house. It was awful. As an over weight teenager, there is nothing like being chased all over the house by a bird, but it happened often. Perhaps this is where my love for running started. I did a lot of it, just trying to protect myself from that thing. My sister would sit back and laugh as I was crying trying to hide. But, I was determined that I would get last laugh.

One afternoon while I was home alone, Buffy got out of her cage and was flying from room to room, probably looking for my brat sister. After 10-15 minutes of this charade, I had a brilliant idea, and I put my plan into motion. I went out to the living room and opened the screen door. I sat there and called for Buffy. Within seconds, she flew into the living room and out the front door! It was glorious to watch as she flew off into the sunset. With part A of “Operation Free Pretty Bird” complete, I had to figure out part B.

When my mom and sister came home I had my story ready for them. I told them that somehow Buffy had gotten out of her age and while I was trying to go outside, she just flew out. My sister was devastated but I knew she would be. I had to keep telling myself that this was all for the “greater good.” Birds need to be out in the wild not cooped up in cages. I did that bird the biggest favor of its life. I was hero and one day my sister would see that. Sadly telling myself this never made it true.

Chrissy decided that she would put Buffy’s cage in the tree on the side of our house. BRILLIANT IDEA, I thought to myself as I watched her climb to the top of that large tree and hang the cage. That bird was so long gone, but hey, it made Chrissy feel better, so more power to her. Day after day, she would climb up that tree and sit, waiting for that bird to come home. Day after day, I would sit and with a devious grin, enjoy a “bird free” life. Total bliss.

Two weeks later, while playing in my bedroom, I heard an all too familiar noise coming from outside. I brushed it off thinking I was obviously hearing things, but the noise kept on. “Buffy the pretty bird… Buffy the pretty bird… Ricky-Ricky Roo Roo.” I stopped dead in my tracks and turned toward the window, afraid of what I might see. Within seconds I heard my sister in the other room yelling at my mom and before I knew it, she was up that tree.

I am not going to lie, I was praying like I have never prayed before. I thought, there is NO way that bird found its way back home. No way! Well, I was very wrong. There was a way, and that darn bird found it. Guess who got the last laugh? That’s right… BUFFY.

I swore I was never going to tell my sister what I had done. That was until last week when I had a conversation with one of my friends about my bird phobia. I was telling her about what I had as a kid and she was cracking up. She told me I had to tell Chrissy that it was far too funny not to. I told her there was no way that was going to happen, but last night something came over me, and I told her the truth.

I want to apologize to my mom for what she went through the days following “Operation Free Pretty Bird.” I know that sis was a wreck and I am sorry. I owe you a round of botox for the stress she put you through as I am sure she added a wrinkle or two. And Chrissy, if you ever read this… Ha, I am not as sorry to you. You were so horrible to me with all those dang animals, especially that bird. I am so happy that as an adult, although you still have strange pets, they are much better than birds.

Many Blessings ~ Summer


What habit does someone close to you have that you wish you could change?

1 Sep

This one was very easy for me to answer, because as I am sitting her writing this, I hear it coming from outside; my bulldog’s snoring. I love that dog like a kid, but there are only so many hours in a day where his snoring is tolerable.

Before we bought him, almost two years ago, I had done extensive research on the breed. I knew that they were considered “high maintenance” dogs and wanted to be prepared. After talking to other bull dogs owners, reading medical research online, and discussing things with my Aunt, who makes the Dog Whisper look like an amateur, I knew that a “bully” was the breed for our family. They are lazy, fat, but full of personality. When we went to look at the liter of pups, our dog Cane, chose us. I had my eye on a female. The breeder had sent me pictures of her so she was the one I was going to look at, but then Cane decided that he wanted us to be “his humans.” I was sitting on the floor surrounded by puppy bull dogs, basically I was in heaven, and this little man backed up into my lap and just sat there. It was like he knew that I was a sucker and that was all it took. He went home with us that night.

When he was a pup, the snoring wasn’t so bad. We had him in our room for a while, but as he grew, so did the volume and depth of the snoring. We moved him from the foot of our bed to the living room in hopes that we would not hear him. That hoping did not get us far. He was loud. At the time, we were in a condo, so the walls were thin and area small, so when we moved to a 2100 sq., foot house, we thought that we might escape the noise. Once again, we were SO wrong. Somehow it got worse. There are times, no lie, our walls vibrate. It has woken me up at 2:30 in the morning because it sounds like a large machine is in our room. The only time I don’t really hear it, is if he is sleeping with one of the big girls in her room downstairs. (How that child can sleep through his snoring is beyond me, but it just goes to show that she can sleep through anything.) The best part is that he has the ability to walk and snore. Stand and snore, even eat and snore. That is talent friends.

My fear is that this snoring habit is only going to get worse as he ages, kind of like my Grandpa. I am just thankful for ear plugs, because at the rate we are going… we might need to invest stock in an ear plug company! If you know of any, please send me their NYSE symbol… thanks 🙂

Blessings ~ Summer

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