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When we got engaged, we laid down one rule: No dogs until after the wedding. Roughly 40 days before our wedding, we end up with a dog. I’m not surprised. And, as usual, we can’t name him – the same reason our rats are still anonymous after 3 years. One even died anonymously (Anonymous Rats might make a great name for a band). Continue reading “A Short History of Our Unnamed Dog” »

Saturday evening I suffered from some stomach cramps that woke me up a few times at night. I don’t think I’m on my period. Sunday, I woke up feeling hungover despite not drinking and studying for the MPRE Saturday night. I dropped Em off at her shower, returned home, and started feeling really sick. Shortness of breath, pounding headache, slightly dizzy, and constant pain in my ribs/hips/shoulders. All I wanted to do was sleep. Continue reading “I Think I Have Carbon Monoxide Poisoning” »

Update: The NJ Raptor Trust reports that The Word is doing great and is perfectly healthy. He’s made friends with another mocker his own age. He’ll then go with the general population, and then eventually be released into the wild. The only sad part is that once he gets put into the general population, they won’t know which one he is. That only leaves one option: returning to the Raptor Trust, using my iPhone App to summon the birds, and see if The Word returns to me.

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He kept saying in an annoying voice, "I know you are but what am I?"

Sunday Morning we were sitting at the beach house. My father was reading on the porch when a young mockingbird appeared and started screeching at him in a very, very loud way. He thought it may have been one of the birds who had recently attacked our fat cat, Darko, so he called us over to investigate.  The bird initially came across as belligerent and wanting to be startin’ something, but after we tried scaring him away and he didn’t budge we knew something different was up. Darko, who is normally afraid of everything except for very large animals, escaped and got in the bird’s face, but the bird didn’t even blink. My dad started throwing rocks at the bird and the bird still didn’t flinch (but we stopped my dad from doing so almost immediately). The next step was to put down our coffee and figure out what was going on. Continue reading “To Save a Mockingbird” »