Neglect

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This post is not only for my followers, viewers but also for my parrots. I had to take on two full-time jobs and because of that my family life, my pets, this blog and my YouTube channel was all neglected.

I thought 6 months isn’t long, no one would miss me. I also thought I would still be able to keep up with everything. False hope! Not being realistic with the fact that there is only 24 hours in a day and if I’m working 18 of those hours when would I have time to blog, videotape, edit and still spend quality time with everyone and let’s not forget to sleep? It’s just NOT possible.

One day something happened at one of my jobs that made me realize – This is not worth it! I started this website for a reason and my purpose was not being fulfilled. My kids were never seeing me, my parrots were changing for the worse and I was miserable even though the bills were being paid. So I said screw this – I love my kids, my pets and the people who take the time to read and comment and like my posts more than I love money. Yes, we all need money and hopefully one day my blogs/websites can be my full-time income however that will never happen if I’m not posting. If I’m not being a good example of parenting parrots. So I gave in my notice and as of July 7th I thought I would be back to having time for family, friends and you guys! The ones who keep me motivated to keep writing and posting. Then I ended up taking on another job which was only 4 days a week so I thought okay, better deal but still I was unrealistic. Finally I left both jobs, went on sick leave and thought okay NOW I’ll have time. That Friday my best friend died which I discuss in this post called The Passing of an Angel and I fell into a deep depression. Eventually I threw myself into my birds, taking on all these goals and tricks and things I wanted them to learn and instead of respecting them I was overwhelming them, jumping from one learning target to another and another basically trying to teach them like 20 new tricks at once – Not possible. My poor parrots. I was in a great depression and I neglected my whole family even my current pregnancy. This was neglect at its highest degree. I was posting but only as a means to take my mind off of the death I just experienced. I was hurting and hiding it which caused me to neglect the things I loved, my mind wasn’t right. We are now in 2018, I am taking my time with things. I stopped posting on Instagram for a minute and I’ve even taking a week break from interacting with the parrots and I’m slowly making a schedule for my kids. I’m not perfect but I took this week off to give everyone a break from me and for me to get my ish together for everyone.

With all that being said, I had to make some changes :(. They were for the best but definitely hurt me in the end. I will keep you posted in all that has occurred since my disappearance and I will let you know how I plan to rectify things. There are now some issues that have arisen with me and my parrots that I have never encountered before so I’ve been doing a lot of research and reading so we’ll see how it all goes but I’m hoping that this doesn’t discourage  any one from following me and I hope to get more followers as time goes by and hopefully you can learn from my mistakes if nothing else.

Sorry for the neglect!

Parenting Parrots

Dreams Can Come True

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This is BY FAR not what I imagined my life to be. Before I would complain to my “angel” about where I am in life and where I should be but today at 6 am I was lying in my bed (or what I’m using as a bed for now) and was thinking about my blessings.

I had two dreams:
I was going to be a single woman who ran a company. I was the CEO, lived in an upscale condo that was always very clean and I drove the latest Porsche. I had no kids, no pets basically no responsibilities outside of work. I would visit my sisters with their kids and bring gifts but I was to be so posh that they wouldn’t be allowed to touch my “Armani” skirt suits and of course I was the master of the heels game. I had long flowing hair, perfect body size and was wealthy. No issues. Well I can tell you  NONE of that came through….. At least not yet hahahaha.

Next dream:
I would get married to an Indian or white man and have some really pretty looking biracial babies(never had a number on how many kids). We would be well-off financially and live in a good size house with that white picket fence, maybe have a dog and still be very content. Well again that didn’t come through….

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Reality:
I’m a single mom of 3 kids with my last one (number 4) on the way. I live in a cramped 2 bedroom apartment that has a wish to keep being unorganized 80% of the time. We have a bearded dragon, 2 rabbits and 7 parrots included in our family. I drive a GMC Terrain and a very old Honda Civic. I have yet to find my career and right now I’m on E.I as I had to be put on sick leave. I started this blog hoping I could make it my career path but I don’t even make enough a month off of it to buy a loaf of bread. Worse of all, I lost my support system at the age of 32.

Dreams compared to Reality: Dream one!
I do run a company, I’m a CEO of a company – I’m the owner of “Parenting Parrots“. It may not have enough followers to generate an actual income yet but Rome wasn’t built-in a day.  I may not live in an actual condo that is very tidy but I have a roof over my head and I’m teaching these kids to make sure they clean up after themselves so the neatness will come back. I don’t drive a Porsche but my GMC has a rearview backup camera which is very “up to the times” hahaha. I’m not “posh”,  I don’t own Armani suits and I hate heels however I don’t think any of that was actually important. My hair is nice in its micro locks and my body size is perfect for me. Financially, I’m not as stable as I would like to be but one day at a time and things will get better.

Dream two Comparison!
I’m not married and I don’t see that in my future and none of my kids are biracial but they are some very beautiful kids (not to boost my own horn). They are intelligent and funny and keep me on my toes. I honestly couldn’t have asked for anything better. I will one day move into a house, I am determined to do that and I don’t need a white picket fence. Instead of a dog I have a house full of wonderful pets that love me and talk to me and push me to continue to do this blog.


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Dreams Can Come True!
When I was a little girl, I always wanted a parrot. I wanted my “Polly want a cracker?”  I never asked for one because I knew my parents couldn’t afford it and they were not pet people. They believe animals have no business in a house, they need to be kept free. The funny thing is when my dad would take me to his house in Jamaica, they had a BEAUTIFUL Beige colored Dog that stayed in the yard and my dad built his own outside aviary and had all types of birds in there. However they weren’t allowed in the house! HAHAHAHA. So all my life I secretly yearned for a parrot and I completely forgot about that when I got older. It wasn’t until my son started giving problems in school that I was told about getting a pet for him and that’s how Our Journey began. That journey, I spent SO MUCH money on pets, toys, cages etc… Brought me to where I am today, trying to educate others about the beauty, intelligence and joy that parrots can bring to an individual’s life.

This blog will one day gain the followers it needs to become profitable and it will be more than just a blog it will be a place of education, training and EVERYTHING PARROTS! I don’t know how but I took the “Living and Learning with Animals” Course and I GRADUATED!!!! I am so happy and I have now started training people who have issues with their parrots. It’s been a success so far and I’m making connections and I hope more and more people turn to me for advice and PARENTING PARROTS becomes a well-known and trusted name that people can believe in and only have great things to say about it!

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You see, if all my negatives didn’t happen or my dreams did come true – I may not be here today talking to you… I may not have come back to my true love and owned my very own parrot flock… I may not have realized that I have such a love for these animals it is completely amazing! And the best part is to see my son right alongside me learning and teaching about parrots when we go to train a family – it warms my heart. I know he will probably not follow in my path of being a parrot trainer but just to see his involvement right now is touching.

If you haven’t already found the button on this page either at the bottom or side that says follow parenting parrots yet then please do and join our growing family because without you “My dreams” can’t continue to come true. Also, sometimes in life, we focus too much on the negative and miss the “Blessings” and positives that are right before our eyes. Take a day out of every week to focus on the good and refresh your soul with your positives and move off of the negatives. Things like this are always easier said than done but trust me if I can do it then so can you! So, let’s do it together!

(All pictures in this post were from the internet)

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The Passing of an Angel

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Today, Friday October 6th, 2017 has been exactly a week since my support system fell apart. At around 6pm on Friday Sept. 29th, 2017 I got the worse call of my life, telling me my ground had just received an earthquake and my angel has been taken from this world.

I know this is a parrots blog but it’s also a very important part of my life. So I’m turning to you after a week of being depressed to apologize for my absence but to also share my grief with you. The worse feeling a person can have is to not know if maybe I could have changed the outcome of that day… What if I had called him? What if I wasn’t so self-consumed with my own life that I had taken the time out to spend more time with him? What if, what if , what if… I will never know because this is one time, we don’t have the opportunity to have a 2nd chance.

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Friday Sept 29th, 2017 Brandon Briggs a 32 year old man who was a father of 4 kids all under the age of 8, a brother, an uncle and most important to me – an angel, collided with a wood chipper at around 11:40 am. He died at the scene. I appreciate the bystanders who carried him from the driver’s seat to the back seat of the car to try and help, thank you for caring. The police called for an air ambulance to get him but unfortunately he Died before he could be transported to the hospital. The last day I ever spoke to him and heard his voice, received a text was Tuesday, September, 23rd, 2017 and I wasn’t very interactive at the time as I was consumed with other things. It sucks because I was off and we were suppose to spend that time together and other things came up cutting our time short in more ways than one. We still have yet to hear back from the autopsy, receive his belongings from the police or lay him down to rest.

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I always said he had my back even through our times of arguing…. We were born the same month, same year and only a day apart. I had my first son 2 years before he had his first daughter but my son was born on the same day of the month and his daughter was also born on the same day as the month. My son is 08/08 and his daughter came exactly 2 years and 2 months and 2 days later at 10/10. I don’t know if there is some kind of connection there but I think there is. He went on to have 3 more kids with the last one being only 1 years old. He had Egypt who was 8 at the time, Cairo, a boy who is 7, Pharoah, a boy who is 4 and just started school this year and Nile a 1 yr old girl. I also followed him having 3 more kids of my own. B, I guess you were right, we are stopping at 4. You will never meet my last one and it hurts to know it will never know what a fabulous uncle it had but I’ll tell the kids and show them pictures and videos – I won’t let you be forgotten, I promise.
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They opened a gofundme account and are now after a week at 24k, way more than they asked for. I’m overwhelmed with the amount of love and support that has went out to help them but this just shows you how many people loved and cared for him. How many lives he touched. He was a great man and I never told him how much I loved him and appreciated him or at least I don’t remember telling him anytime recently.

Did he know that I loved him? Did he know that I still considered him my backbone, my support system? I will never love another person as much as I loved my dear uncle Brandon. Our bond went beyond words but yet I feel like I neglected him on so many occasions. I wasn’t at every birthday party he held for the kids even though I tried to mostly be there. I still missed one or two and now I regret it. I wish I drove to visit him more often. Yes, we spoke for hours on ends but it doesn’t feel like it was enough now. I used to always tell him “B, this is my #brokelife.” and he would laugh and say “You kill me with that.” When we were both down, we would talk and he would ask me, “How do you do it? You’re so strong.” He would constantly tell me that and I would say, ” To be honest, I have no idea but you got to do what you have to do, just pray.”

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At the age of 32 I was/am struggling to find my calling but he had just found his, maybe 2 years ago… Can’t remember but a few years ago he started tattooing and he was good at it. I got a tattoo on my foot done from him and I was suppose to go back for him to outline it and now I will never have the chance. He stopped tattooing for a while and then he found his painting. What an amazing gift! He found his calling! He was an artist and tonight exactly a week after his passing was his show where he was suppose to put on a meet-the-artist reception and showcase his work. His work will still be showcased but unfortunately he won’t be there. On facebook, I said I want to meet the artist! So I’ll be there! and he responded back saying, “you can get an autograph too”.
Will I B? Could I? I would give my life for an autograph now…. How could I have not treasured our time together more? I thought we were going to grow old together…. Instead I’m here by myself and I’m not doing so well… I need you!
He was my biggest supporter, telling me how good I write. Even though he wasn’t a pet fan, he supported my passion for parrots regardless. I was suppose to write an artist grant request for him and I kept pushing it off and he told me, “OMG your never going to do it, I’m going to get my bro to do it.” I told him I am going to do it but get your brother to do one anyways and then we can see which one is better… Now I will never be able to do him that favor…

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He never asked me for things, but I was always asking him for his ear, for his attention, for his time and he never once made me feel like I was bothering him. He was my twin, my life, my best friend, my confidant. Everything I could have ever asked for in an uncle… Our time was cut short and I never got to return the support or at least I don’t feel like it. At this point, I feel like I was a selfish partner in this and not an equal companion and I wish I could change that but I should have changed it years ago…

Let me end this rant by saying this… We hear all the time, don’t take life for granted. Let the people you love know that you love and appreciate them. Always find time for those who find time for you. Enjoy your moments with one another and cherish it. All of these sayings sound so cliche but let me tell you: I’m kicking myself now that I didn’t listen to those little tidbits, it would probably have made a huge difference in my grieving process.
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We were and always will be “The twins”. Nothing will change that. I’m sorry I wasn’t right beside you in that car on Friday. Maybe I could have made a difference or at least we would have died together. Born a few hours apart making us come into this world on the 21st and the 22nd of March. I thought we would die close together also…. But I’m not God and I don’t know what the future holds for me anymore now that you are gone hopefully whatever it is I can make you proud because I’m trying to live for both of us now… That’s a hard task man! lol. I just want you to know if I never told you even though I’m sure I did but I love you B, you are my heart and Soul and I was extremely proud of you! Possibly even a bit jealous because you found your calling before I was able to find and establish mine but no worries I’m right behind you as always. Even though I’m the older one, so I should be ahead hahaha.

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Always comforted me! I have to end this as the tears won’t stop so I can’t even see what I am writing anymore. I will be pushing my children’s story to get publish this year, well next year when they accept applications again and I figure I will try to write a few on you… Wish me luck hopefully you will be here to guide me and give me the push that you had to just come out of no where and blow up in your talent.

To my subscribers/followers, I’m sorry for this sad post but I had to connect my two worlds. I hope to get back to my Youtube videos and blogging as soon as possible. If you haven’t subscribed please do so, on Youtube and Instagram we are “Parenting Parrots”. Tonight I will be going to his showcase, if you live in Toronto, Canada and can make it, please do! I know this is last minute but this meant the world to him. His first show I went to, was in a club and stupid me didn’t know and didn’t walk with ID so I missed it although I was there…. So can’t make that happen again this time. I haven’t re-read this so if there is spelling mistakes or grammer errors, I apologize.

Come and support my Uncle’s talent that will no longer be able to be produced. We will be at the Freedom Factory at 22 Dovercourt from 7pm to 11pm tonight, October 6th, 2017. Look at the flyer below for all the information.

Thank you for your support! Please let’s get this blog out there so I can make my uncle proud!!!

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R.I.P Brandon Briggs March 22nd, 1985 – September 29th, 2017

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