indigo
New member
- May 20, 2007
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- Parrots
- Serenity & Pix and their kids Jade & Tango (Peachfaced Lovebirds) and Bonnie (Budgie)
Okay, I've been kind of afk of late. Lots of stuff going on.
I don't know who (if anyone here) knows this but I am going through a divorce that I am doing on my own (meaning without a lawyer - can't afford one). Anyways, it's nearly the time when things get filed, and my stress level is about as high as Mars. This is the main thing. If I am short with anyone or come across like that please forgive me. I'm really a sweet, kind person.
Also, yesterday afternoon my house nearly burnt down. I live with my mother (part of the effects of the divorce thing) and a housemate. The housemate is an over-confidant male that will simply not take hints or advice when it is very very necessary unless something tragic is about to happen. NOT a prevention type of person.
Anyways, he decided putting hot dogs in a fry pan on the stove on a far too high temperature, then going into his room and falling asleep would be something worth doing. I don't know how long he was away from his pan, but it caught on fire. I was in my room with the birds and my cat, door closed. I was just dozing off for a nice Sunday afternoon nap and the birds start going insane. I'm talking screaming and biting each other and they have never done that before, then I smelt smoke.
I grabbed something to cover myself with and rushed out of my room and closed my door behind me. The living room is right there and it was filled with grey smoke from ceiling to floor. I saw my mother sleeping on the sofa and as I rushed past her I whacked her shouting "wake up the house is burning".
So I go into the kitchen and turn the ceiling fan on (I know, not a good thing to do if theres a fire but hey, it happened). Anyways I see there isn't actually any flames (at least any more), and the pan is out on the deck (housemate put it there).
So I am panicked a bit right, and I'm telling the guy how fv(#ing stupid that was and my mother, who is now in the kitchen with me, tells me to shut up!!! What!! I said not to got here and to open some windows and try to get the smoke out. The guy was just standing there!
So I opened the bathroom windows (right next to the kitchen), then go into the living room. Coughing I got the window open and the front door open. When the door opened a poof of smoke flooded out and across the street.
Then I ducked back into my room to check on the birds. They were fine (and all in one cage - lovies only) so I closed their cage door and opened the window and turned the fan on high then went back out (door closed).
Anyways, everyone is fine now and there is no damage other than the s/s pan he charred (I thought it was a non-stick pan from looking at it - it was pitch black on the inside with two fleshy colored wieners in the middle).
So my stress level has been kind of high and I found I was fighting being snappy so I kind of stepped away for a bit. Some things have settled a bit but please understand if I am a bit b!tchy.
I don't know who (if anyone here) knows this but I am going through a divorce that I am doing on my own (meaning without a lawyer - can't afford one). Anyways, it's nearly the time when things get filed, and my stress level is about as high as Mars. This is the main thing. If I am short with anyone or come across like that please forgive me. I'm really a sweet, kind person.
Also, yesterday afternoon my house nearly burnt down. I live with my mother (part of the effects of the divorce thing) and a housemate. The housemate is an over-confidant male that will simply not take hints or advice when it is very very necessary unless something tragic is about to happen. NOT a prevention type of person.
Anyways, he decided putting hot dogs in a fry pan on the stove on a far too high temperature, then going into his room and falling asleep would be something worth doing. I don't know how long he was away from his pan, but it caught on fire. I was in my room with the birds and my cat, door closed. I was just dozing off for a nice Sunday afternoon nap and the birds start going insane. I'm talking screaming and biting each other and they have never done that before, then I smelt smoke.
I grabbed something to cover myself with and rushed out of my room and closed my door behind me. The living room is right there and it was filled with grey smoke from ceiling to floor. I saw my mother sleeping on the sofa and as I rushed past her I whacked her shouting "wake up the house is burning".
So I go into the kitchen and turn the ceiling fan on (I know, not a good thing to do if theres a fire but hey, it happened). Anyways I see there isn't actually any flames (at least any more), and the pan is out on the deck (housemate put it there).
So I am panicked a bit right, and I'm telling the guy how fv(#ing stupid that was and my mother, who is now in the kitchen with me, tells me to shut up!!! What!! I said not to got here and to open some windows and try to get the smoke out. The guy was just standing there!
So I opened the bathroom windows (right next to the kitchen), then go into the living room. Coughing I got the window open and the front door open. When the door opened a poof of smoke flooded out and across the street.
Then I ducked back into my room to check on the birds. They were fine (and all in one cage - lovies only) so I closed their cage door and opened the window and turned the fan on high then went back out (door closed).
Anyways, everyone is fine now and there is no damage other than the s/s pan he charred (I thought it was a non-stick pan from looking at it - it was pitch black on the inside with two fleshy colored wieners in the middle).
So my stress level has been kind of high and I found I was fighting being snappy so I kind of stepped away for a bit. Some things have settled a bit but please understand if I am a bit b!tchy.
