Well, folks, today is a sad day. Terri Schiavo, the brain-damaged woman in Florida passed away. I know that this is a center of debate, but I'd like to hear what you guys have to say about it.
I've paid close attention to the case and read up on CNN. I know that it would be very hard for any parent to let their child go, but I cannot believe that her husband literally starved to death. I've watched videos of Terri - I firmly believe that she was aware of her surroundings. And I cannot believe that in the United States of America we just sit by and watch a woman get starved and dehydrated to death. Now, I understand that her husband has argued that these are "Terri's wishes", that she would not want to live in a persistent vegetative state. Sadly, Terri could not speak for herself, so as President Bush said, we should "err on the side of life". Let this be a lesson for people to PUT IN WRITING what they want done should they be in a similar situation. Yes, it may have been her wishes to die, however, she wasn't able to tell anyone.
Here's some more food for thought. Terri Schiavo was an innocent 26 year old woman when she collapsed due to a potassium imbalance. The State of Florida and her husband starved her to death over a period of 14 days. Our most horrific criminals who rape and brutally murder women and children are given a tidy injection and death comes just a few minutes later. Does that not make sense to anyone else? I DO NOT promote the death penalty OR euthanasia. I'm just saying that it doesn't make sense to me that we put murders "out of their misery" and torture innocent people.
I'm curious how other people feel about this issue... please comment! Remember, I want healthy discussion, please don't put other people down for their opinions!
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
The Finch Chronicles: Independence Day
Today's song of the day is quite fitting. Today is Independence Day for sweet Louise. Last night, Kati and I made the trek to Petco (ok, so more of a joy ride and less of a trek) in search of a cage for Louise. Without getting overly graphic (I'm trying to keep The Finch Chronicles PG rated), Louise was in physical trouble after being plucked way too much. I couldn't bring myself to take her back (I would look like such a horrible owner!), so I needed to get her little bird body away from the others.
Now, I'm not sure if you've ever tried to catch a finch, but let me tell you, it's a very humbling experience. The problem with the little critters is that they freak out. The minute I stuck my hand in the cage, Thelma and Brad began dive bombing me in attempt to save their nest. They are also super fast. As in will fly around your apartment for 45 minutes until you can corner them, not that that's ever happened to me... After about 5 minutes of dive bombing, I remembered that they don't fly in the dark. So I haul the cage into the bathroom and close the door. Thirty seconds later I had little Louise in my hand. I plop her into her new home and put her cage in the corner of my room (I wanted somewhere quiet where she won't be bothered).
At this point, all of the birds were sitting quietly in their cage, looking stunned. Then the crying began. Not from Brad and Thelma, but from Louise. I thought she was missing them, but when I walked into the room, I was shocked. She was flitting around the cage, swinging on her swing and eating. I think she was teasing them. This morning I got up and she had taken a bath. She's loving it! Eventually, I'll probably get a little boy to go with her since finches tend to be communal animals. But for now, I want her to heal up and have some rest.
I'll keep you posted.
Below is a picture of Louise in her new home.
Now, I'm not sure if you've ever tried to catch a finch, but let me tell you, it's a very humbling experience. The problem with the little critters is that they freak out. The minute I stuck my hand in the cage, Thelma and Brad began dive bombing me in attempt to save their nest. They are also super fast. As in will fly around your apartment for 45 minutes until you can corner them, not that that's ever happened to me... After about 5 minutes of dive bombing, I remembered that they don't fly in the dark. So I haul the cage into the bathroom and close the door. Thirty seconds later I had little Louise in my hand. I plop her into her new home and put her cage in the corner of my room (I wanted somewhere quiet where she won't be bothered).
At this point, all of the birds were sitting quietly in their cage, looking stunned. Then the crying began. Not from Brad and Thelma, but from Louise. I thought she was missing them, but when I walked into the room, I was shocked. She was flitting around the cage, swinging on her swing and eating. I think she was teasing them. This morning I got up and she had taken a bath. She's loving it! Eventually, I'll probably get a little boy to go with her since finches tend to be communal animals. But for now, I want her to heal up and have some rest.
I'll keep you posted.
Below is a picture of Louise in her new home.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
The Finch Chronicles: The Plight of Louise
Hello all!
Welcome to the latest edition of The Finch Chronicles. Today we look at the life of a lovely young finch named Louise. Ok, seriously, something has to be done. The other two are making sure that she gets nowhere near the nest, which she doesn't even try to do any more. However, they also continue to constantly peck at her and pluck her feathers. I just can't figure it out. I've tried everything! First I got a separate nest, thinking Thelma didn't want to share with Louise (you know, two women living together... not always the best of ideas). That didn't work. I then tried the bitter apple spray. It didn't phase the birds, but I sure did end up with some watery eyes. Now poor Louise has taken to hiding under the food cup... seems like the only place she's safe. I guess I should get her a cage for herself. And maybe a Brad of her own.
Does anyone want a finch?
In other, less somber news, I've posted Easter pictures. Comment away!
Ok, now for a serious question. How is it that Starbucks can have four shops all at the same intersection? Yes, you read that correctly. Four. Two of them in the same shopping center. It amazes me. From a business perspective, one would assume that one of the stores would suffer. But no, Starbucks preservers. All four shops are always bustling. I believe that I am single-handedly supporting their stock. This morning I deviated from my normal apple crisp (with the tall non-fat white chocolate mocha) and had the everything bagel. They aren't kidding when they say everything. I think every kind of seed known to man was on the bagel. It was pretty good though!
Ok, off to lunch. Keep commenting!
Welcome to the latest edition of The Finch Chronicles. Today we look at the life of a lovely young finch named Louise. Ok, seriously, something has to be done. The other two are making sure that she gets nowhere near the nest, which she doesn't even try to do any more. However, they also continue to constantly peck at her and pluck her feathers. I just can't figure it out. I've tried everything! First I got a separate nest, thinking Thelma didn't want to share with Louise (you know, two women living together... not always the best of ideas). That didn't work. I then tried the bitter apple spray. It didn't phase the birds, but I sure did end up with some watery eyes. Now poor Louise has taken to hiding under the food cup... seems like the only place she's safe. I guess I should get her a cage for herself. And maybe a Brad of her own.
Does anyone want a finch?
In other, less somber news, I've posted Easter pictures. Comment away!
Ok, now for a serious question. How is it that Starbucks can have four shops all at the same intersection? Yes, you read that correctly. Four. Two of them in the same shopping center. It amazes me. From a business perspective, one would assume that one of the stores would suffer. But no, Starbucks preservers. All four shops are always bustling. I believe that I am single-handedly supporting their stock. This morning I deviated from my normal apple crisp (with the tall non-fat white chocolate mocha) and had the everything bagel. They aren't kidding when they say everything. I think every kind of seed known to man was on the bagel. It was pretty good though!
Ok, off to lunch. Keep commenting!
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