The Usual Prevening Riot

Good prevening to all you Big Bang Theory fans out there (too early to be called evening, thus, prevening).  By the way, if you are not a huge fan of The Big Bang Theory, what are you thinking?  Oh Wait --- you are NOT thinking!

Prevening, and here I am eating leftovers again.  Well, to be honest, my bowl of extruded parrot pellets was 'freshened up' by my Executive Assistant.  Translation:  'freshened up' = dump in a few more of the same chunks and stir, while making 'cutzy noises' in an attempt to distract me from the obvious --- SSDD.  
Ah well, it works on my brothers.  I'm holding out, because I know I shall soon be receiving my good-night treat, or as Silvio calls it 'night night tweetzy, oh yea  .Oh My God Twitzy twizy twitzy time".  You get the picture, but you can't possibly feel my pain.  He is a screeeeeeecer.
1 really need to help him work on his diction.

Speaking of diction -- RIP has come a long way.  He actually has a wee conversation with me now. It goes something like this:

Roxy: RIP, you ok?
RIP: I ok. You ok?
Roxy: Yep, I'm ok.  You ok, Buddy?
RIP: I ok.  You ok?
ad nauseam

Around here we take what we can get.  It's an improvement over the interminable 'HeyHeyHeyHeyHey' and 'RIPRIPRIPRIPRIP'.

He's a challenge, that's for sure. But he does try, bless his heart.  (That's a southern expression roughly translated 'dumb as dirt but sweet'.)

Then there's Silvio.  What can I say?  Ah yes--- Joe was listening to the radio, and I heard what can only be meant to be Silvio's theme song: LET'S START A RIOT by Three Day's Grace.  Google it, and feel my pain.

It is approaching the evening and darker than usual due to the rainy day we are experiencing.  I wonder if my native Congo is as humid as central Florida.  I'll have to google that tomorrow; not that I would consider moving to a country about which I know little--- but knowledge for its own sake can be helpful.  For instance, when Sheldon was trying to explain the concept of Schrodinger's Cat to Penny, I was right on top of that.  Just glad it wasn't Schrodinger's Parrot.

To all my fans out there wondering if I had flown the coop, I can only say when you aren't exacting during the interview process, you may end up with an executive assistant like mine.

Moving to Grant, FL has been a trip.  I love my new room with a view of the Indian River, and all the activity I can watch all day.  My brothers aren't behaving AS badly, most of the time.  Lots to see and do, however... my assistant has been so busy decorating, organizing, and gardening that my own needs for self-expression have fallen low on her list of priorities.  It's only to be expected; she has the attention span of a gnat.

I believe it is safe to say that, having wrestled control back from her, I will be center stage once again on a  more regular basis.  We have re-negotiated the terms of her contract, and per that conversation, you will be hearing a LOT more of me.

NOW We're Talkin'!

I'm 'on the fly', so to speak, getting in a quick message before my brother, Cracker starts to Alarm the household.  Joe is snoring, so my Executive Assistant is available, albeit unwilling.

We are MOVING!

Either that, or this apartment has become a 'Mail and More'.

Grant, Florida: Current Population-1841, perched upon the island-bejeweled Indian River, below where it merges with the Banana River at the tip of Merritt Island.

Sounds all tropical and breezy, right?  So that's the excuse for my long absence from you, my many fans.  Our little house (so I've heard) has a 'Florida Room' that is 'for the birds', facing the Indian River (well, at least a boat ramp and parking lot thereon), that will be loaded with bird-friendly palms and other flora, playtrees, toys and treats.  We--Shall--See!

But I had to take this opportunity to introduce you to my new hero, Einstein the Texas African Grey!  She is now connected to my PLOG! (Word has gotten out that I, Rosanne, am online!)  I get to watch her videos at least once a day!  She is now my roll model.  If you need a good laugh, visit her web site.  She is Amazing! Best of all, she looks like ME, and after all, it IS all about ME, isn't it?

Hoping to be back to entertain you soon --- I am now going to slip back under my cover in the hope that Cracker didn't hear nails clicking on the laptop keys.  I'm fine, but take my word for it, my Executive Assistant R-E-A-L-L-Y needs more beauty sleep.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!