Discover Challenge: Animal

via Discover Challenge: Animal

 

My beautiful blue budgie, Lady Mr. Birdie Snow is like a toddler sometimes.  She won’t eat her fruits and veggies, in spite of four years and so many techniques to get her to do so. She demands attention all the time. Talking on the phone, bird in your face, and usually they can hear her squeaking on the other end. Doing dishes, bird in your face. Watching TV she’s singing along to the theme song, which is pretty darn cute. And she poops on everything, but hey she has to go every 10-15 minutes. That’s about my information limit on toddlers, they poop, they’re loud, they picky and I know they are a lot more work than a bird is. A bird is about as close to a toddler as I want to get.

She also likes to get her picture taken, SnapChat videos are her thing. She can hear herself squeaking on the phone and answers back its pretty cute. She can’t talk, usually that’s a male budgie thing, but she makes R2D2 noises and laser sounds. She likes men more than women, I think its the beards.She likes to do a ‘budgie run’ across the back of the couch and eat my hair while I’m watching Netflix. Birdie Bath Time is adorable, she runs in and out of the running faucet, this little fluffy wet budgie sticking her head in and looking surprised that she got wet.

And she terrorizes my cat Galactus.

He is a  15 lb sleepy kitty loaf with moments of uncontrollable rage. Cuddling on the couch and suddenly its time to run up the stairs then back down, and to the basement, and back up and across the couch, into his box fort, swat your butt when you walk by, then its sleepy cuddle time again. Cuddling for him means laying right next to you with maybe his front two paws on your leg, but too many pets and he’ll scoot a foot away.

When he was a baby (last year) he picked out a monkey toy and he carries it around the house like a trophy. Its cute now, but it use to be hilarious when the toy was as big as he was. He usually comes when you call him, and he can stand up to put his paws on our table. We have a step stool in the kitchen (Because I am short) and he uses it to see what’s cooking and beg for food or steal lettuce out of my salad.

He will literally eat anything. The most common saying in the house is “What are you eating?” Yesterday he pulled a piece of clear tape off the back of the couch and tried to eat it. I found it and he tried to eat it out of my hand while I took it to the trash. Cold hot glue droplets nom nom time. A scrap of paper, yummy. Any unattended beverage including my coffee this morning, free game. I was gone for like 30 seconds and his nose was in it. Tiny piece of potato chip from under the couch, yarn scrap from god knows where, sweat pants string while you’re not looking, all fine for him to eat. His own food that he spilled on the floor, nah.

He hasn’t tried to eat the bird, in spite of her dive bombing him and running up to his face on the couch.

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Tattoo

Chris Cornell here, I’ve been posting almost exclusively fictional content here.I’m thinking maybe a dose of reality is in order. So here’s a fun fact, I have tattoos.

I keep seeing story prompts about what if tattoos randomly appeared on your body, or similar things. So instead of that I’ll tell you about mine.

I have a ton of ideas about what tattoos I want to get, I like this and that and wow that looks so cool. I have a lot of trust in the shop that I go to, they are going to make sure it looks good.

I have four total, half of them are rather large, and one of the large ones is still in progress. My first one, is on my foot, and has had to be touched up already, and needs it again. Its a Fullmetal Alchemist ouroboros.

Here’s a little blurb from the wiki page: “Ouroboros refers to the ancient mystical symbol representing a dragon devouring its own tail. It represents the eternal cycle of life and death. The circular affinity suggests the eternal cycle of life death or death and birth that happens to each life born. The head of the dragon represents life, while the tail as it is being bitten represents the end of life, the circular motion shows the perpetual cycle of life and death as the dragon consumes its tail. All of the seven main Homunculi in the Fullmetal Alchemist series are presumed to have the mark located somewhere upon their person as if tattooed there, save for Pride in the manga and 2009 anime. This particular Ouroboros displays a winged serpent with its tail in its mouth, creating a circle with its body. Encircled within is a hexagram, which is a symbol often associated with alchemy as well as human creation. One could perceive the Ouroboros as a sort of basis for the Transmutation Circles used in the series and it is possible that the Ouroboros may also symbolize a solar eclipse in some belief structures.” (http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Ouroboros)

It gets a lot of attention. I have had people on the street recognize it as Fullmetal Alchemist, and I have had people in my family ask me “are you in a satanic cult”. My favorite was when my mom asked me if I had become Jewish (Judaism forbids tattoos). I explain what its from and what it means and everyone goes, “Oh you’re a huge nerd.”

I personally love it. I look down at my feet wiggle my toes making the tendons in my foot move under it, and think damn that looks good. I think my mom warmed up to it, she spent a good hour petting it when she visited once. She didn’t understand how it didn’t feel different than the rest of my skin. When I got it a girl had come in to get hers touched up which was serendipitous.

The next one I got was a Duskull #355 from Pokemon, appropriate for a tattoo on Friday the 13th.  He looks super sweet on my lower calf right by my Ouroboros. Honestly I didn’t feel much during the tattooing process, the hour flew by. He’s a Pokemon who has been around for a while, plus hes kind of creepy without being super creepy. I use to watch Pokemon as a kid, I’ve played and replayed a few games, collected the cards.

My mother-in-law doesn’t like it, at all. She thinks I am going to regret it because its a kids show. Little does she know I’m 24 and still play the games (playing X right now) and watch that show (Indigo League is on Netflix!) and have all my cards at my parents house somewhere. I’m waiting on Pokemon Go to die down a little, get updated and the bugs sorted out before playing that one too. There are so many good memories associated with the franchise, I love the little guy.

I have a dragon on my hip after 3.5 hour appointment and a year long waiting list. It is super detailed, and pretty, and totally BAMF but hidden most of the time. I’ve liked dragons for a very long time, I have whole shelves of books dedicated to them, I have drawings and paintings and prints all around of them. Dragons are my favorite mythical creature. It reminds me to be strong and keep fighting.

I would hate to play favorites. On my right thigh, the only tattoo on my right side, are flowers. Super feminine, mandala, colorful flowers (these are things I said I wouldn’t get ever) but they are my favorite. They are still in progress, six hours in so far. They are so beautiful I always want more. It started with a sunflower. On the outside its just a beautiful sunflower. As far as my tattoo artist knows its just a cool flower that he also loves. (He talked me into the design and has had a blast working on them.) Its not just a sunflower though, its a memorial tattoo. There’s no name, no rip, no date of death. Flowers. It reminds me of all that she was and how I need to be. A bright big beautiful sunflower, a small purple and blue flower on one side, and a red, gold, and purple beauty on the other. Abstracted and gradated and beautiful.

I’m sure people judge my tattoo choices, but I really don’t care. If you have tattoos awesome, if you want tattoos I know a good shop, and if you don’t that’s cool. I love tattoo stories, but I totally understand the emotional connections and reasons why someone might not want to talk about them.

Back to fiction tomorrow.