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Sunday, March 6, 2005
Circle of Life
So today was "tend to the animals day" at my apartment. Good times.
I began with the fishtank. Now, I have a 29 gallon fish tank. That's a whole lot of fishiness. I lost a fish the other day, so I had to net him and perform a fish burial service (basically, that includes dropping him into the toilet and flushing while humming "Taps"). Before I begin the cleaning process, I have to take all the plants out. Of course, this gets water EVERYWHERE. Then I start the little suction thingy. Which involves putting one end of the tube into the tank and sucking on the other until water comes out and then vacuuming the bottom of the tank. Sounds easy, doesn't it? Well, it is until you get to the sucking part. At which point, I effectively suck half of the water in the tank into my mouth. Yum. So I'm halfway through the vacuuming when I notice two baby fish swimming around. Lose one, gain two. The circle of life. Now, I thought that I would be attacked by the big fish in my tank - boy was I wrong! No, I feel something poking my hand - it's the tiny little blowfish!!! However, my shark, Jaws, did try to attack me. Apparently I got a little too close to his tree log.
Then it was time for the birds. The divebombed me as I tried to clean their cage. It's so cute... these tiny little finches chirping at the top of their lungs and attacking my hand. I have to shield the door with my body... when those little things get out, they're fast! Brad got out once... I spent 45 minutes chasing him around and finally had to wait for him to get tired enough to catch!
Hopefully soon we will have some guest bloggers - if you have a little story you'd like posted, please feel free to email me it! :)
Well, that's about it from here! Hope you're all having a great weekend!
I began with the fishtank. Now, I have a 29 gallon fish tank. That's a whole lot of fishiness. I lost a fish the other day, so I had to net him and perform a fish burial service (basically, that includes dropping him into the toilet and flushing while humming "Taps"). Before I begin the cleaning process, I have to take all the plants out. Of course, this gets water EVERYWHERE. Then I start the little suction thingy. Which involves putting one end of the tube into the tank and sucking on the other until water comes out and then vacuuming the bottom of the tank. Sounds easy, doesn't it? Well, it is until you get to the sucking part. At which point, I effectively suck half of the water in the tank into my mouth. Yum. So I'm halfway through the vacuuming when I notice two baby fish swimming around. Lose one, gain two. The circle of life. Now, I thought that I would be attacked by the big fish in my tank - boy was I wrong! No, I feel something poking my hand - it's the tiny little blowfish!!! However, my shark, Jaws, did try to attack me. Apparently I got a little too close to his tree log.
Then it was time for the birds. The divebombed me as I tried to clean their cage. It's so cute... these tiny little finches chirping at the top of their lungs and attacking my hand. I have to shield the door with my body... when those little things get out, they're fast! Brad got out once... I spent 45 minutes chasing him around and finally had to wait for him to get tired enough to catch!
Hopefully soon we will have some guest bloggers - if you have a little story you'd like posted, please feel free to email me it! :)
Well, that's about it from here! Hope you're all having a great weekend!
Friday, March 4, 2005
TGIF!
Finally Friday! Yeah!
I'm so mellow today. I'm not tired, just mellow. *shrug* Tim's mood from last night must have worn off on me. We went to the gym and then sat in the spa. Then we went back to my place to watch "The Apprentice" and "Law and Order" ("ER" wasn't on... but I am kind of liking this new version of Law and Order). We both sort of melted into the couch and just mellowed. I don't think it wore off.
My puppy is having surgery today. I'm worried! It's not supposed to be anything serious - they're just removing a growth from his eyelid, but I worry anyways. Say a little prayer for him!
Poor Tim has the work weekend from hell. Basically he just doesn't get days off this week. Poor thing! My weekend plans are to relax, do some cooking and get my hair done (one word: ROOTS!).
Well, that's all from the land of Anna. Sorry it's not super witty or exciting today! Have a great weekend!
I'm so mellow today. I'm not tired, just mellow. *shrug* Tim's mood from last night must have worn off on me. We went to the gym and then sat in the spa. Then we went back to my place to watch "The Apprentice" and "Law and Order" ("ER" wasn't on... but I am kind of liking this new version of Law and Order). We both sort of melted into the couch and just mellowed. I don't think it wore off.
My puppy is having surgery today. I'm worried! It's not supposed to be anything serious - they're just removing a growth from his eyelid, but I worry anyways. Say a little prayer for him!
Poor Tim has the work weekend from hell. Basically he just doesn't get days off this week. Poor thing! My weekend plans are to relax, do some cooking and get my hair done (one word: ROOTS!).
Well, that's all from the land of Anna. Sorry it's not super witty or exciting today! Have a great weekend!
Thursday, March 3, 2005
Return of the Finch Chronicles
Yes, it's true. The Finch Chronicles are back.
For those of you just tuning in, last year I purchased three adorable little finches, Thelma, Louise, and Brad (couldn't remember Brad Pitt's character in the movie...). They began to lay eggs... I was ecstatic, thinking I was going to have adorable baby finches. I did daily updates in a series of emails titled "The Finch Chronicles". Things then turned sour, and there were broken eggs, plucked birds, and much mayhem.
Now, they're back.
I decided to begin eating healthy, so last night I bought some fruits and veggies and lettuce at the store. I made myself a little salad with my spicy Italian sausage and buttered noodles (ok, so not THAT healthy... baby steps, right?). Well, birds love lettuce, so I stuck a nice big leaf in there for the three musketeers. All hell broke loose. All three birds hit the deck (and when I say hit the deck, I mean panicked, jumped off the perch and fell to the bottom of the cage). This was accompanied by squawking, chirping, and, I swear, the equivalent of a bird scream. So what do I do? I leave it in there. They'll get used to it, right? As it turns out, I was right, this morning the three of them were fighting over who got to eat it.
So I walk away from the cage, eat my dinner and am getting ready for bed. I cover the cage every night (apparently they're very much like little kids - unless the "lights are out" they don't stop talking), and before I did it last night, I peeked in. Now, let me preface this with the fact that the only bird that gets plucked is Louise. She's the light gray one. She seems very submissive and doesn't seem to stand up for herself. I've even purchased bitter spray which is made specifically for this situation. To no avail. So there has been some minor plucking as of late, but nothing super serious. Well, last night, I kid you not, she looked like an Indian squaw. I'm not sure if it was the lettuce incident or if it was Thelma and Brad, but for some reason, she had one feather standing straight up on the back of her head. It was hilarious. I couldn't get her to stay still long enough to take a picture... I would have totally posted that!
Well, that's it for this edition of the Finch Chronicles! Tune in for more later!
For those of you just tuning in, last year I purchased three adorable little finches, Thelma, Louise, and Brad (couldn't remember Brad Pitt's character in the movie...). They began to lay eggs... I was ecstatic, thinking I was going to have adorable baby finches. I did daily updates in a series of emails titled "The Finch Chronicles". Things then turned sour, and there were broken eggs, plucked birds, and much mayhem.
Now, they're back.
I decided to begin eating healthy, so last night I bought some fruits and veggies and lettuce at the store. I made myself a little salad with my spicy Italian sausage and buttered noodles (ok, so not THAT healthy... baby steps, right?). Well, birds love lettuce, so I stuck a nice big leaf in there for the three musketeers. All hell broke loose. All three birds hit the deck (and when I say hit the deck, I mean panicked, jumped off the perch and fell to the bottom of the cage). This was accompanied by squawking, chirping, and, I swear, the equivalent of a bird scream. So what do I do? I leave it in there. They'll get used to it, right? As it turns out, I was right, this morning the three of them were fighting over who got to eat it.
So I walk away from the cage, eat my dinner and am getting ready for bed. I cover the cage every night (apparently they're very much like little kids - unless the "lights are out" they don't stop talking), and before I did it last night, I peeked in. Now, let me preface this with the fact that the only bird that gets plucked is Louise. She's the light gray one. She seems very submissive and doesn't seem to stand up for herself. I've even purchased bitter spray which is made specifically for this situation. To no avail. So there has been some minor plucking as of late, but nothing super serious. Well, last night, I kid you not, she looked like an Indian squaw. I'm not sure if it was the lettuce incident or if it was Thelma and Brad, but for some reason, she had one feather standing straight up on the back of her head. It was hilarious. I couldn't get her to stay still long enough to take a picture... I would have totally posted that!
Well, that's it for this edition of the Finch Chronicles! Tune in for more later!
Wednesday, March 2, 2005
Mean People Suck!
So, I have a bone to pick.
I'm walking out of Starbucks this morning, tall white chocolate mocha in one hand, lemon coffee cake in the other. I step off the curb at a handicapped parking spot that was empty in what was a doomed attempt to cross the street to my car. Along comes this big fat guy in his Lincoln. He's looking to his right but turning left at about 25 miles an hour. I dive out of the way and he starts yelling at me and glaring. HE almost hit ME! Handicapped is right.
Then, I call to order my bridesmaid dress for Joanna's wedding. The lady takes my measurements and tells me I'm a size 8. Now, for those of you who don't know how women's sizes work, they can be fairly tricky. There are juniors and there are women's. These dresses are in the women's sizes, and normally I wear between a 4 and a 6. So the 8 diagnosis worries me. Not because I'm worried about actually being an 8 - if you know me, you know I don't care what size I am or what my weight is. The problem is that I think she's wrong. And I think I'm going to have to pay not only to shorten the dress (because apparently I'm freakishly short), but I'm also going to have some major tailoring done. I have a feeling that this will not be cheap. My boss overhears me on the phone and says "No, you're not a size 8. Well, wait... you do kind of have a bubble butt. Maybe that will take up some space." Thanks.
I think I woke up tired. That must be the problem. Either that or the whole world really is out to get me. Hmm...
Wow, that felt good. Thanks for listening.
I'm walking out of Starbucks this morning, tall white chocolate mocha in one hand, lemon coffee cake in the other. I step off the curb at a handicapped parking spot that was empty in what was a doomed attempt to cross the street to my car. Along comes this big fat guy in his Lincoln. He's looking to his right but turning left at about 25 miles an hour. I dive out of the way and he starts yelling at me and glaring. HE almost hit ME! Handicapped is right.
Then, I call to order my bridesmaid dress for Joanna's wedding. The lady takes my measurements and tells me I'm a size 8. Now, for those of you who don't know how women's sizes work, they can be fairly tricky. There are juniors and there are women's. These dresses are in the women's sizes, and normally I wear between a 4 and a 6. So the 8 diagnosis worries me. Not because I'm worried about actually being an 8 - if you know me, you know I don't care what size I am or what my weight is. The problem is that I think she's wrong. And I think I'm going to have to pay not only to shorten the dress (because apparently I'm freakishly short), but I'm also going to have some major tailoring done. I have a feeling that this will not be cheap. My boss overhears me on the phone and says "No, you're not a size 8. Well, wait... you do kind of have a bubble butt. Maybe that will take up some space." Thanks.
I think I woke up tired. That must be the problem. Either that or the whole world really is out to get me. Hmm...
Wow, that felt good. Thanks for listening.
Tuesday, March 1, 2005
God Bless the Marines!
I just returned from Tim's Navy Achievement Medal ceremony. Holy cow, I'm so proud of that boy! His Commanding Officer had nothing but praise for him and Tim gave a great speech. Yet another medal to jingle on his blues! :)
The Snyder family is making the trek back across the country to snowy PA. Yeah, definitely feeling sorry for them... last I heard they were getting 7-10 inches of snow. That's a lot. I worry about finding my car at the airport - they're worried about getting around the 3-foot pile of snow behind their car because of the snow plows.... I'm so a California girl!
My plan is to get the pictures posted tonight - I finally have some time to myself and promise to get it done. Unless I fall asleep in front of the TV. Which is very possible considering I was out until midnight bowling with the Snyder boys. Let me tell you, that was quite the experience. First of all, they're both great at it, and well, if you know me, you know there's a little bit of a competitive side to me. I managed to remain a good sport and not embarrass Tim. :)
Speaking of Tim, today is our 4 month anniversary! Yeah, doesn't sound like very long, but I feel like we've been together forever! Happy anniversary love!
The Snyder family is making the trek back across the country to snowy PA. Yeah, definitely feeling sorry for them... last I heard they were getting 7-10 inches of snow. That's a lot. I worry about finding my car at the airport - they're worried about getting around the 3-foot pile of snow behind their car because of the snow plows.... I'm so a California girl!
My plan is to get the pictures posted tonight - I finally have some time to myself and promise to get it done. Unless I fall asleep in front of the TV. Which is very possible considering I was out until midnight bowling with the Snyder boys. Let me tell you, that was quite the experience. First of all, they're both great at it, and well, if you know me, you know there's a little bit of a competitive side to me. I managed to remain a good sport and not embarrass Tim. :)
Speaking of Tim, today is our 4 month anniversary! Yeah, doesn't sound like very long, but I feel like we've been together forever! Happy anniversary love!
Monday, February 28, 2005
Weekend with the Snyders
Hello again!
So this weekend was great! I love Tim's family! Honestly, they're a lot like ours! On Saturday we went to lunch, went and saw Tim at work, went to the beach and then went to dinner at In-N-Out. Tim's mom LOVED the "animal style" fries! On Sunday we went to church, back to the beach and then out to dinner followed by some ice cream. Yum!
So my surprise was a trip to the San Diego Symphony to see them play Beethoven. I loved it! The best part was that Tim showed up in a black, white and silver tux!!! I love that boy!
In other news, Mike Bibby has been named the Western Conference Player of the Week! Way to go Bibby! http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/news?slug=nbaplayersoftheweek&prov=st&type=lgns
So far, my boys are doing just fine without Webber. Hopefully it continues to stay that way!
I'm still playing around with this, learning to use the pictures and stuff. Eva, I'm not sure why the picture stays small. Until I can figure it out, email me with picture requests! Pictures of this weekend should be posted today or tomorrow... or as soon as I get around to it!
So this weekend was great! I love Tim's family! Honestly, they're a lot like ours! On Saturday we went to lunch, went and saw Tim at work, went to the beach and then went to dinner at In-N-Out. Tim's mom LOVED the "animal style" fries! On Sunday we went to church, back to the beach and then out to dinner followed by some ice cream. Yum!
So my surprise was a trip to the San Diego Symphony to see them play Beethoven. I loved it! The best part was that Tim showed up in a black, white and silver tux!!! I love that boy!
In other news, Mike Bibby has been named the Western Conference Player of the Week! Way to go Bibby! http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/news?slug=nbaplayersoftheweek&prov=st&type=lgns
So far, my boys are doing just fine without Webber. Hopefully it continues to stay that way!
I'm still playing around with this, learning to use the pictures and stuff. Eva, I'm not sure why the picture stays small. Until I can figure it out, email me with picture requests! Pictures of this weekend should be posted today or tomorrow... or as soon as I get around to it!
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