TEN - Ok... It appears you're MIA again, but I'm only going to be updating my thread sporadically. I need a break from this place, to be me... HOWEVER, I will DILIGENTLY check YOUR thread... You truly make my day when I log on and see an update.
You and your MIA! I didn't go MIA, though I guess I did go dark on you for a little bit. Here's why: Three? Four? Five? days ago, I went to the pet store to see if I needed to buy anything. While I was there, I purchased three lovely, shiny goldfish to go in an aquarium I had at home. I had an empty aquarium (turtle uses the BIG one) because the lizards H bought me for my 30th birthday went on to meet their maker.
I took my fish home and began to set up my aquarium. I had water that I had pre-drawn in the event I purchased some fish, so everything was ready. [Side note: I love fish, and I've had them many times before. I decided I wanted some after I have taken good care of the fish I have on my iQuarium app.] I put my carefully chosen rocks and temple ruins in the bottom, filled the aquarium, and set my new pets free.
An hour later, I wondered why there was water on the floor. That would be from the crack in the aquarium, I learned.
I made a caulk-like paste to slow the leak (which actually worked) until I could get another 10-gallon aquarium.
I visited the pet store again yesterday and somehow ended up with a 20-gallon aquarium and 9 additional fish.
I tell you all this because I have been working on making a comfortable home for my new fish pets, and I've lost track of time as I have sat in front of the aquarium, watching them swim and show their appreciation for the delicious flake food I've fed them. Maybe I should start setting a timer when I sit down to watch them.
Originally Posted By: mindfull
A few comments/giggles:
--- Those beans ain't gonna pick themselves (CLASSIC!) LoL BTW, I hate to grocery shop, w/the worst kind of hatred you can imagine. I'd almost rather pick something.
WOULD YOU? Would you like for a half-deaf elderly individual to wake you up at the crack of dawn, criticize how long it took you to get to her home, disapprove of your bean-picking clothes, tell you that you don't pick quickly enough, and then tell you that in two days 50 more bushels will need to be picked? Oh, get down here QUICKLY. I'll change your mind about this in a snap.
Originally Posted By: mindfull
--- For a second there, I thought YOU might be eating that TWO CHEESEBURGER meal on your own! I got excited! TEN is eating!
Ha ha ha ha! Get down here so that I can slap you and wrestle you to the ground. I may be skinny, but I'm freakishly strong.
Originally Posted By: mindfull
--- Seven years, huh? Seriously, who keeps track?
Exactly! This may be a lie, and here's why I think this--the weekend my grandmother got out of the hospital from having a stent put in (about 3 or so years ago), I came to be the dutiful caretaker at her home. We made a grocery list, and I had to veto many choices she suggested based on her newly suggested diet and the voluminous literature from the hospital. I left so that I could get her new prescriptions filled and do her grocery shopping. She and boyfriend had no idea that I was so efficient because they never expected me to come back and catch them eating Burger King whoppers and fries. When I walked in the kitchen, I was speechless, and boyfriend tried to cover his burger with his hands. I looked at him and said, "What are you DOING? You KNOW she can't have this!" He shrugged and said, "She said she wanted a cheeseburger as soon as you left. I figured she was hungry." I was LIVID. I also thought it was HILARIOUS.
Originally Posted By: mindfull
--- My question: Why take your glasses off to mow? AND, why set them down in the grass you're mowing? AND, are the rows straight if he doesn't wear glasses?
That's what I thought. If you wear your glasses ALL THE TIME, then wear them when you mow! I guess she's not concerned about straight rows in her yard. She used to have a GOAT who did her mowing, if you recall.
Originally Posted By: mindfull
--- Boyfriend in the GV frames! LMAO
I am soooooooo sorry that I missed this. If I wouldn't go insane, I'd hang out there more so that I didn't miss things like this.
Originally Posted By: mindfull
--- Peaches next, huh? LOVE THEM!
I USED to like peaches. I hate them now. I almost cried when I looked at that tree. The only thing worse is when I used to have to pick blackberries. I'd rather take a good beating than do that.
Originally Posted By: mindfull
I miss you terribly.
The end.
I miss you! I'll check in on the alt now that my fish are out of my direct line of vision.
My history with fish..... Go to the pet store to buy a ten gallon aquarium. When I go to take it out of the car, it has somehow turned into a 29 gallon tank.
Stock said tank with the usual suspects, some mollies, swordtails, neons, maybe an angelfish, a couple catfish, and a pleco for the algae.
As you may know, and I will tell you if you don't, mollies and swordtails are livebearers. No problem, right? Survival of the fittest and all that.
No, the first time I see that little ones being born, the only possible solution is to get a home for them, when turns out to be a 20 gallon tank, that conveniently has the same footprint as the 29, and will fit on the same stand, under it.
Thats nice, but then you get more and more fish, decides some discus would be nice, and a 55 gallon tank somehow materializes in the house.
It's all lunacy... once, a saltwater tank even showed up! Those are beautiful fish, but after finding out more about how many are caught, that hasn't been repeated. Though captive bred clownfish are tempting!
Been thought he whole cycle twice, with only moves across the ocean preventing things from getting even worse!
I could watch the darned things for hours. Right now I have a 55 devoid of life (I think). I either need to clean it and populate it or get rid of it. But I know what will happen if I do either!
Jeffy, you and I would be trouble if someone turned us loose in a pet store. I NEVER intended to end up with 12 fish, but I am so glad I got them. It's very soothing to sit and watch them. I wish I had thought of them PRE-stomach ulcer!
I have four black mollies, two dalmatian mollies, and six goldfish (two orange ones, one white one, one silvery one, and two multi-colored ones). I'm sure I'll purchase a couple more in the next week or so.
REASONS TO CONSIDER STAYING HOME ON ALL NATIONAL HOLIDAYS
Memorial Day brought yet another opportunity for my family to gather at father's house for dinner.
Those who were invited: father--host; 15-year-old half-brother--he lives there; former stepsister ("sister" for short); grandmother; boyfriend (invited by association only); Boxer dog; and me
Those who actually attended: father, of course; brother; sister; lunatic uncle (NOT INVITED); Boxer dog; and me. Grandmother and boyfriend blew us off yet again.
Summary of events:
*upon leaving my home, father calls and tells me to drive opposite way across town to pick up brother at baseball practice. He says I have permission to be late if I do this for him. He also says he'll go ahead and peel the potatoes that he was going to have me peel if I do this for him. *upon my arrival at father's, I am commanded to create cheese potatoes. Father points out that he made good on his end of the deal by peeling the potatoes meant for me. He even went a step further and put them in a pot of water. He said the rest was up to me. *I learned that grandmother and boyfriend made other plans and would not be joining us. Lunatic uncle would be. Yikes. *father expressed great dislike for lunatic uncle and the fact that he would be joining us. The words "worthless, no count, son of a [edited for content]" might have been mentioned by father. *sister texted to find out when dinner would be ready. She wasn't finding out so that she wouldn't be late. I know this trick. I've done it before. *sister arrived shortly after texting. She ran out of places to drive around and kill time. *father stayed outside mostly to tend to his grilling. He was preparing 16+ full slabs of ribs, 4 bone-in chicken breasts, and 6 WHOLE Kielbasa sausages, sliced. He WAS aware that only 5 people were eating. *lunatic uncle arrived and created his own fanfare upon entrance. He immediately began rummaging through cabinets, searching for father's hidden brown liquor. He found a bottle under the sink, bemoaned the label, and reluctantly chose to drink from that one. [Father likely has high-dollar brown liquor hidden in toilet tank or in washing machine so that lunatic uncle will not drain the bottle, as he has done before.] *lunatic uncle, with a small audience (but an audience nonetheless), decided to tell interesting and compelling story about riding in a friend's tow truck. [This is when I took a picture with my iPhone to post on the alt.] *overwhelming amount of meat was brought in the house over several trips, and family began to make plates. Lunatic uncle still loudly rambled about all the different vehicles that can be towed by a tow truck. *family settled in at table, and lunatic uncle continued on about his tow truck adventures. He said that his friend, the tow-truck driver, had always "had his eye on me" (lunatic uncle does not know about H and me). *lunatic uncle told us, "I've thought a lot about this situation. You know, how he feels about you. Even when he and his wife were together, man. Really. I have. 'Cause y'all know I'm a thinker." [A thinker??? Seriously??? And he said "thinker", but it came out "thanker." Not convincing.] *lunatic uncle then followed up with his regret that tow-truck friend may have to serve a little time for use plus sale/distribution of some variety of human growth hormone. Nice. *out of nowhere, 60-year-old father loudly exclaimed, "I won't live to see 70." I almost choked on my cheese potatoes, as did brother. I looked at father but chose not to ask what that was about. *lunatic uncle began to extol the benefits of the legalization of marijuana. He said that after smoking, nothing felt better than "cranium hitting pillow." *conservative father was displeased by this declaration and made his vertical-eyebrow look of unhappiness. He said he believed that drug czars might be responsible for a great number of deaths but that he didn't have any exact figures. *lunatic uncle, upon completing his free meal, decided he'd better get going. On his way out the door, he said that he and I should go out to dinner or to see a movie soon. I did not accept or reject this invitation. *father left table to nap in recliner for a bit. *sister and I decided to leave after another hour or so. Brother's bedroom window is on the front of the house, so after we put our things in our cars, we stood in front of brother's window, scratched on the screen, and laughed as we could hear him scream in an utterly feminine manner.
The 4th of July will be here before I know it. Another family gathering. Sigh.
I knew you would tell me to populate that tank... I knew it! And I probably should. You want to come help me clean it first?
I'll gladly help, but you remember how clumsy I am. Just get an algae-eater or something. Or leave it dirty. Fish don't care.
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I thought that goldfish and tropicals preferred different water temperatures.... have I been misled all my life?
Either you've been misled or we're just that freewheeling down here in the south.
Here's the real truth--goldfish like 65 to 75 degrees, and tropicals like 70 and above. Set the heater at 72, and you're all set.
They're still alive, so it must be true!
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I have a craving for kielbasa, and it's all your fault.
Come to one of my father's cookouts, and you won't want any again for a long time! He barks loudly at everyone to "eat more!" and "don't stop! You can't be full!" I only eat it on national holidays, and I almost dread the sight of it.
