Dying Plants, Jet Lag, and Those Dang Birds

I've had something to post everyday this week and never got around to it, so I apologize for the eclecticness of this post.

Dying Plants
We came home to find that the one plant we've managed to keep alive is in fact dying. I wouldn't say that this plant had a particularly high place of honor in the family considering I didn't really notice it was dying til yesterday, a mere four days after arriving back home. But that's menial compared the fact that going for 3 weeks without water, has in fact, left our poor, beloved houseplant shriveled.
I noticed the houseplant after a conversation with a semi-angry Arab landlord. I hung up the phone and sat looking at my poor semi-green friend and realized that we are truly in the same boat. My Arabic, like this plant, had been starving over the past 3 weeks and went from a small, but growing thing, to hardly nothing at all. Nothing but a shadow of its former glory.
So houseplant, hang in there buddy. water is on the way! While my Arabic, sadly enough, may never recover....

Jet Lag
Noah has successfully gone to bed at 9 o'clock the past several nights and has successfully woken back up and stayed awake til 3am every night except last night. Last night, Noah slept, and I woke up at 3am. I sat around the house and ate the left over pizza from the night before and then went back to bed at 4 and didn't go to sleep til 5. Jet lag, you ain't no friend of mine.

Those Dang Birds
Why do dove have to mate for life and then sit around and tell each other how much they love each other? In our Hashmi House (the house we lived in before) we had these two dove that obviously loved each other and loved to tell each other they loved each other very early in the morning. They would do it on our window sill! One of us spent half the morning chasing the birds from window to window in our house trying to get some peace and quiet.
Two days ago, I hear them! They weren't on our window but one of our neighbors. It was like having the alarm go off on Saturday morning. That wretched beeping monster has found a way to get you even on your day off and you lay there in mortal shock trying to refrain from ripping out your hair, or flushing the alarm, or going to Wal-Mart and cleaning them out of guns and ammo and DESTROYING SOMETHING!!! (maybe that is a little over dramatic, but you get the point?)
So you dang birds had better find another place, where love is appreciated, because it ain't my home!!