A Passover Miracle...

You may recall that back in October we got the boys a fish tank.  We orignally bought 5 fish (Sharkie & Poopie that the boys picked out and named and 3 goldfish...Moe, Larry & Curly)  In less than a week Sharkie was the only survivor and yes, I ran to the pet store and replaced Poopie...I'm not stupid you know.

Sharkie and Poopie II have lived a nice peaceful life in their little 10 gallon tank.  It was getting a little grimey with all the algae and what-not, so we got a plecostomus fish.  It's one of those sucker fish, that eats all the algae and keeps you tank nice and clean...well sort of.

It turns out that I've been a bad bad fish owner. 

This past Thursday evening, when The Boys were getting ready for bed, we noticed that Poopie had passed on.  The Big One cried, and I silently said a prayer of thanks that it was not Sharkie, as he was "The Big Ones fish".  The Little One was oblivious, only asking why I put Poopie in the toilet.  He didn't cry, but he had a look on his face that said maybe he was thinking about it.  Then it passed.

The Hubby & I tried to figure out why he suddenly died, and what we should do about it.  We figured we'd take a trip to Pet Smart on Saturday have them test the water and go from there. 

Friday afternoon rolls around and I go to check on the fish and Sharkie is just kinda hanging out in a corner, all Blair Witch like and Speedy (the plecostomus) was attached to the wall.  That's when I realized that he wasn't sucking.  Yep...dead fish floating.  I called The Hubby in for a fish conference and it was decided that Sharkie was not looking so good and that Pet Smart could not wait until Saturday.  We grabbed a sample of the water and picked The Big One up from school and off we went.

It turns out that the Nitrite (or -trate I can't remember which one) level was really high.  Now I understand why you have to actually change the water and just not add to the tank as it evaporates...duh!  It's a good thing kids don't need to be kept in a tank full of water.

So off we ran...back home to do a quick partial water change in hopes of saving Sharkie.  With The Big One standing vigil, I changed the water and hoped for the best.  Sharkie seemed to perk up a bit, and I thought all was well.  Off we went to see Monster Trucks and have a good time.

When we arrived home, The Hubby quickly went to check on Sharkie...not looking good.  His color was starting to change and he was kind of just sitting at the bottom of the tank.  We had a talk with The Big One and tried to prepare him for the inevitable.  He cried and said his goodbyes to Sharkie and told him he would miss him and that he loved him.

Saturday morning...he looked worse.  He was turning white and it looked like his skin was flaking off.  Almost like he was molting.  As the day progressed, he looked worse and worse and he was barely moving.  I put some food in and he totally ignored it.  That evening we figured that would be it.  Honestly we couldn't believe he was still alive at all.  By bedtime, we tried to prepare The Big One again, that Sharkie probably wouldn't make it through the night.

Sunday morning, Sharkie was looking a little better...his color was returning and he appeared a little less fuzzy.  He ate a little and while he wasn't swimming around he wasn't just sitting on the bottom of the tank either.  As the day progressed he seemed to look better and better.  By last night, The Hubby and I actually admitted that he might just make it afterall.

We've joked that, we should change his name to The Messiah or maybe Jesus, because he has apparently come back from the dead...but since we're Jewish, we'll just call it a Passover Miracle and do what all Jews do to celebrate their survival...Eat!

Sharkie & Poopie II

RIP Poopie...we'll miss you

(well at least til we get a replacement)

Gym Etiquette from the Chubby Girl

As I have mentioned before, I belong (well for the next couple of weeks anyway) to the Hilton of gyms, but every once in a while there is locker room behavior that I feel must be addressed.

For the most part, the women at the gym conduct themselves in a manner that is befitting the price tag of the membership.  It's the one or two in the bunch that can spoil it for everyone.  Well maybe not everyone...maybe just me...and maybe not really spoil, just annoy the living sh*t out of. 

I've compiled a short list of things that irritate me...some are just silly observation, others are downright gross (in my opinion anyway).

1.  PICK UP YOUR DAMN TOWELS!!!!!!!  Seriously ladies...how hard is it to drop your towels in the bin when you leave.  There are like 4 of them and you have to walk right by them to get out.

2.  Please...please...I'm begging you...DO NOT leave your dirty used germy gross razor on the ledge in the shower.  Take 2 seconds and look around to make sure you have all your stuff before walking out.

3.  Must you hog the benches?  The bottom of your bag will be fine if you set it on the floor.  Some of us chubby girls need to sit down to put on our shoes.

4.  Using two towels I can understand...but FOUR...seriously...that's a bit excessive!

5.  Although there is not too much general walking around all nekkid like (sorry guys), every once in a while we see a little too much for a little too long.   For instance...
     *the lady who stood naked in the steam shower looking out...please have seat, relax...wear a damn towel
     *the ladies who like to do their hair & makeup while standing around in their thong...thanks for showing us how great your ass is (or at least how great you think it is)...now put on a damn pair of pants.
     *Okay, I was trying to think of a third, but couldn't come up with anything...like I said, not too much general nekkidness.

Phew...I feel better now...don't you

Is it just me...

...or do you hate it when you realize that the game, dvd, cd, etc... of your kids that you've been meaning to "lose" is still here and they want to play with it again...

I hate & want to strangle the designer of despise the game Don't Break the Ice with every fiber of my being.  It takes for-freakin-ever to set this game up and less than 10 seconds for the kids to destroy it. 

And then they want to do it all over again...

and again...

and...well, you know what I mean. 

I have been meaning to toss this game in the trash for about, I don't know...let me think...something like 3 years...or about 5 minutes after I set it up for the 50th time the day they got it.  (Sorry Mom, I know I put it on their gift list....live and learn)

Oh well...just think how boring life would be if you weren't always fixing, setting up, or stepping on the toys that clutter our lives.

Oh Sweet Bliss!

The Post about Nothing!

I'm at a loss.

I have absolutely no idea what to write about.  Yesterday I sat down at my computer to write a post and there was nothing.

I was a little afraid to look at the blog on Monday.  I made The Hubby read my drunken post from the wee hours of Sunday morning (yes...I've recovered), because I was afraid to look.  Pretty coherent for a lush!

I currently have no cute stories to write about The Boys.

I could write about how I have a doctors appointment tomorrow and I'm terrified that my A1C is going to be bad, because of poor food choices for the last couple of months and I don't want to get yelled at by the Doc.  Although in reality he's really nice, I don't think he'd yell.

I could write about how I've been going to the gym for almost two months and have lost maybe 3 pounds.  Thank you very much poor food choices.  I guess I should be happy I didn't gain.

I could write about how in two weeks I will no longer be a member of the gym otherwise known as Heaven.  Too expensive.  I kinda knew it was too expensive when I joined but since I seem to live in the constant state of denial, I joined anyway.  No worries.  April 1...park disctrict...1/3 the price & a 2 minute drive...Woo-Hoo!

I could write about how messy my house is, but then it's always messy, so that wouldn't be anything new.

Oh well....maybe I'll have something good tomorrow!