12.02.2016

Haiku my Heart and Bird Naming


sketchbook art

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Haiku and to join
in with others for 
12 Days of Mary
which I forgot but will
try to catch up soon. 



The Naming of a Bird 
(a story told for no special reason)

23 years ago an "adorable" (debatable word) baby bird came into my life.  A blue and gold macaw, so I named her B.G.


As she grew into a gorgeous beauty (thankfully) people would ask "did you name her after the Bee Gees"? " No! No!",  I said a hundred times. 
Tired of answering the inevitable, I renamed her WeeWee.  The reason for that was because she often rolled on her back on the floor and squealed like a little pig....weeeee  weeeee.  So cute!




One day my daughter called and asked what I was doing.  I answered - truthfully - "playing with my WeeWee"

A long minute of silence.

Then she gave a HUGE chuckle and said "Mom, you really shouldn't tell people that.  It sounds odd."

In my family no one had ever used the term "wee wee" for any bodily function or - um - action - so I had never given it a second thought.  But I suddenly had an awakening, thanks to my daughter.  So I had to rename her once again.  Of course I could have just gone for "oui oui" - but who names a bird "yes yes". Besides, she isn't French. 

So I tried "WW". But that is dubya dubya and much too close to another famous dubya dubya.  No! No!  Although husband sometimes calls her "Dubs".  Poor baby.   So many names!

So....(trying to make this long story short, people)...since she was used to the name she had, I renamed her Ms. Wee.  Who can object to that?  It's like Ms. Tiny, right?

In the privacy of our home, she is still WeeWee - and she knows that name and likes it. 
Me too!  
:)



Blessings to all and
please join in the
remembering the true reason
for this holiday season



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l o v e 
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10 comments:

  1. A special word ~ Rookery ~ , Mrs. Wee, and Mother, all joined together in a very special post.

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  2. Cool haiku and painting. I do love the changing light when the sun is going down. I laughed out loud (really) when I read about Ms. Wee. Then the Mary love you shared with us tops off this great post.

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  3. What a delightful combined post of haiku, a Wee-Wee story and a beautiful Mary. My granddaughter Whitney (now 29) was nicknamed Wee Wee by her little brother.

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  4. I love knowing this story of Ms. Wee... and now, whenever you mention her or I look at her photo I will think Wee Wee and all the joy she brings you! Your sketch and haiku are wonderful and capture so nature's painting through you, as does your love Judie. Thank you so. XO

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  5. Just love it that we meet up here again! And love learning more about Ms Wee and love the word rookery! So I think you succeeded in your goal of igniting love in the heart of this visitor

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  6. Thanks for the story, Judie. I needed a laugh today, and you provided it!

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  7. happiness in every detail and laughter too! then to wrap everything up in mary love-thank you friend!
    xo

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  8. Sending you love and blessings ~ fun post and great photos ~

    Wishing you a fun weekend ~ ^_^

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  9. Well, I almost spit water all over the computer screen while reading this! When I read about you "playing with your Wee Wee" I almost choked, laughing. Thanks for sharing how you named Ms Wee...I've always wondered but just never asked. Now I know but I'm afraid I'll still think of Wee Wee when you mention her!!

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  10. The haiku left me wanting to reread Bellman & Black, by Diane Setterfield. And I will, since that novel rocks. Really, I definitely recommend it. Then again, I'm biases... and have reread it about 5 times.

    The story made me giggle. Now I love Ms. Wee even more. And suspect that every time I see her, I will think about Wee Wee. :-D

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