Monday, November 8, 2010

Success!

My goal as of late with Gus has been to get him to eat from my hand. When we started out, he flew to the opposite side of the cage as soon as I put my hand in, usually making some unhappy squeaking.
 Next, he decided it might be okay to reach for food from his dish that I had balanced on my hand.
 Eventually, he decided he could sit on the bowl in my hand and eat.
 And now, he eats from my bare hand!
He occasionally decides to give a finger a try instead of his seed. This results in a firm scolding. Hopefully he'll learn what "Don't bite" means soon. Though he hasn't bitten me hard enough to draw blood again, it still hurts a bit. I'm happy to be making progress with my little guy. I think he's adorable.

The video is when he was deciding whether it was really a good idea to eat out of my hand. I think his little sideways back and forth dance is cute. Now he just comes right down and gives my hand a good stare down before he eats.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Next year

I'm thinking of carving a pumpkin next year...

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Band Aids

I've been thinking a little about quick fixes versus getting to the root of the problem. While I was talking to my dad yesterday, he mentioned having scratched himself with a tree branch while working in the orchard. Due to his medications, his blood doesn't clot like it used to, and he ended up with blood on his arm and his shirt before he noticed. He found a band aid in his truck, and eventually stopped the bleeding. Band aids may be something he carries around now, to compensate for the changed clotting ability his blood has because of medication. In this case, a band aid was really what he needed. The root cause of bleeding may have been preventable, but was not unusual, and will probably be a re-occurring incident. Problem fixed.

San Antonio is now the 7th fattest city in the US. While that's an improvement (we were #3 last year), it's still not great. I heard a proposed solution on the radio this morning. At a YMCA on the south side of town, bicycles will be given away in order to encourage an active life style. Those who receive free bikes will have a 6 month check up to see if they've been using the bicycles. My guess is that the bikes will be taken with good intentions, but when city dwellers realize how terrible biking in San Antonio is, they will hide the bikes in a corner of their garage and give up. Within weeks. I say this because I tried to bike to work for several months. I certainly live within a reasonable biking distance, and had no problem with the physical effort, in fact, I enjoyed it. The problem was the lack of infrastructure for bikers. There are no bike lanes in most of the city, in fact there are few shoulders on the roads and practically no sidewalks once you leave neighborhoods and get onto main roads. San Antonio drivers are terrible to begin with. Add bikes and the equation becomes exponentially worse. Inexperienced bikers expect traffic to yield to them, drivers unused to and not expecting bikes are surprised and angry at the lack of courtesy shown by bikers, and because they are so exposed, bikers are at risk for injury or death. I can't remember how many people told me stories about bikers being hit and left by the side of the road before I gave up biking to work, but I decided my safety was more important than my desire to save on gas money and be fit. The bikes being given away are a sorry excuse for a band aid in an attempt to fix San Antonio's fat status. Lifestyle changes are needed. If the city powers that be want people to get out and be fit (bike, walk, etc.), San Antonio city structure should encourage that lifestyle. I know that changing city structure is more expensive than giving away a few bikes, I'm just saying I believe in approaching the problem from a broader view.

Lastly, a couple of people have apologized to me recently. One for an action he took which he thought offended me, and another for holding a grudge about something I said that, unbeknownst to me, hurt her feelings. The first instance hadn't really offended me, though I had thought the actions taken were inappropriate. While the second didn't remember what exactly I'd said, I'm sure she remembered how it made her feel. Holding on to those feelings were hurting her more, and asking forgiveness allowed her to start healing. Genuine apologies are more than a band aid. Yet these two instances made me wonder if there was anything I could have done to avoid the hurt completely. Was what I said to her unfeeling or thoughtless? I don't think anyone likes to find out they've hurt someone they care about, yet we do it often. Why is it so easy to offend and be offended?

Friday, October 29, 2010

Memories

Okay, maybe only one memory. Some people at work (myself included) are dressing up for Halloween today. To ruin the surprise, my costume is a ladybug. I have wings, and antennae, and red sequined shoes. I've been agonizing about what to wear in addition to the above mentioned accouterments. A black dress (which I don't have and haven't been able to shop for), a black shirt and pants, shorts, a skirt? This morning I finally settled on black leggings with my ballet skirt over them-not a look that I'm in love with normally, but it's Halloween, so everyone looks odd, right? However, I work in a lab, and while I'm in the lab doing lab work, I like to have pants on. Just in case. So I pulled my jeans on over the leggings (and fishnets), slipped on my shoes and headed off to work. I noticed that my jeans don't feel right. I feel a little pudgy, which is silly, since I'm skinny. I started wondering how I wore leggings under my pants for so many years at BYU when there wasn't enough time to change between dance class and whichever chemistry class was next. Maybe that's why most of my jeans from college are too big now.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Weather or not...

Really, Texas? It's the end of October. Isn't it about time for fall weather?

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Weekend adventures

 I think my favorite thing about Texas (other than my friends, of course), is the amazing BBQ. They don't just BBQ things, they cover things in a rub and slow cook them in a smoker until they are mouth wateringly delicious. A friend of mine mentioned a few months back that he was going to build himself a smoker out of two ceramic pots. He generously shared with me all of the research he'd done, and I proceeded to build my own. Over conference weekend I smoked a chicken. Since that worked, I decided it was time to try a brisket...the holy grail of smoking. I asked a few friends for tips, bought a brisket and set my alarm for super early Saturday AM, as I knew a brisket could take upwards of 12 hours to smoke. Below is the smoker in all its glory. Unfortunately you can't see all of the smoke issuing from the cracks, but be assured, it's there.
The brisket was a success. I thought it was a little strong Saturday night, but the friends that came over to share it with me assured me it was quite tasty. For me, it was certainly better the day after. I will be repeating the project and trying to hone my rub making skills and experiment with different types of wood.

Gus has been making slow progress-he's not as scared of me as he was when I first got him, but he's still not ready to let me touch him. If I put his food dish in my hand and hold it in the cage for long enough, he'll make his way over and eat out of the dish. I did this on Sunday morning with the cage door open to accommodate my arm. When Gus decided he was done eating, instead of hopping on to the perch right next to him, he flew over my shoulder and landed in the middle of the living room. I decided that instead of traumatizing him by trying to catch him right away I'd let him roam a little, after all, he wasn't getting in to trouble. I laid on the floor so I could watch him and proceeded to go over my Sunday school lesson
He seemed to like the shelf under the table where his cage sits. He tried to eat the seed in the glass jars a couple of times. I couldn't get a picture of it this time, but I assure you it was quite cute. After wandering around in the kitchen and living room, he settled into a spot under the table, fluffed himself up, and prepared for a nap.This was when I decided it was time for him to go back in to his cage. I chased him around the apartment for a while, and finally succeeded in returning him to his proper place.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Copying Shelly

My friend Shelly has started a blog for letters she has written. While I don't intend to start another blog, I thought it was a great idea to send letters (especially commending businesses for things I appreciate), and am including my first below.

Dear Dairy Queen,
Often I want ice cream, but portion sizes are way too big for me to eat myself, let alone for my health. Thank you for the new mini size blizzard that gives me the chance to satisfy my craving for ice cream without overindulging.
Thanks,

Janelle Bentz