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Saturday, November 1, 2007
I'm on my break from making beads. My idea of a break consists of
boiling eggs and fooling around on the internet. We had our first
snowstorm of the year today, and there's at least 4-6 inches lying on
the ground to test our new snowblower. Well, new to us, anyway. My
MIL had an old (we're talking squarish and heavy) snowblower that
hadn't run for a few years, so we had it fixed up and paid for the
repairs. It will be far superior to shoveling!
I've been having
dreams lately of being at pet stores and tropical fish shows finding
unusual bettas, also known as Siamese fighting fish. (It's pronounced
"bet-uh", by the way, not "bait-uh" like every pet store employee says
it.) I used to breed show bettas, and I had at least 20 tanks running
and over 100 gallon jars (you need to separate the mature males or else
they fight all the time. The name translation is actually Siamese
BITING fish, not FIGHTING fish). So after it became far too much work,
I sold the last of my breeders and tore down all the tanks. But now
that I have my own house (and basement), I'm having fish-dreams again.
Agh!
I bred betta "butterflies", which is a two-color fish with
the colors split across the fins. A perfect butterfly has a 50/50
split, half of the color on the body and bottom half of the fins, the
other color on the top half of the fins. I bred blue (blue/white)
butterflies. They were gorgeous. Talk about a whole herd of little
puppy dogs jumping up and down in their jars at feeding time! These
fish are quite intelligent. (And before anyone says anything, a gallon
jar for a young male betta is actually quite generous, and the water
was changed on a regular basis. However, I also strongly believe that
whenever possible, bettas should be housed in a full tank. It's just
not possible when breeding them, as one spawn can consist of a hundred
fry (babies). Yes, I've heard the "fish fry" joke, too. :-)
So we'll see if I succumb! LOL I doubt it, though. Here is a pic of one of my "babies".
<sigh> After looking at their photos again, now I REALLY miss them.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
I'm
just waiting for my kiln to heat up so I can make some beads. Today
was a long day: my morning job (I work as an "Administrative Assistant"
at a law firm - read "legal secretary") ran over, so I just had enough
time to drive over to the other side of town for my afternoon job
(Production Assistant/Jewelry Manager) at Blue Hill By Hand.
Normally, I would stop by my house first for a quick lunch and an even
quicker walk for the pup. But, the law firm pays well, so I certainly
wasn't going to turn the extra time down.
So in the evenings and on the weekends I make jewelry for Blue Hill's business and beads for my own. What's free time? :-)
Kiln's heated up!
Monday, November 26, 2007
Oh,
my goodness, what a day. We were awakened at 1:30am last night by the
assisted living center my MIL resides at saying that she had fallen
twice in the last couple of hours and was being taken to the local
hospital by ambulance. We got there before she did. She was
actually just fine and had no idea why she was there (she has
Alzheimer's), and after a few tests, they brought her back home. She's
doing well now, and has been on bedrest for the day. Whew!
We're
just winding down for the night, and things are taking on a normal
semblance. My hubbie is talking to Sir Eddie, the resident PIA boy
cat. A couple of years ago, we told the local Humane Society that we
wanted an adult, laid-back, male cat. The joke is that two out of
three isn't bad. After all, he'd a mature (neutered) boy! We wanted
him to be laid-back because of my 15 1/2 year old girl cat. Instead,
he chases her about half the day. I can't exactly say he's keeping her
young. Here he is:
I eventually DID get my computer back, but he still bites me at least once a day. Jerk. Oh, and the heart-shaped i.d. tag? That was deliberate irony on my part.
Sunday, November 25, 2008
I've
always wanted to have some sort of running commentary in this space,
and considering that I've never been so busy as I am right now, this
seems like the perfect time to do it! :-)
Here is a pictures of
my pup, Roscoe, to start it off. Rozzie is a 7-year-old basset hound.
He's been a member of our family for 5 months now. It seems like much
longer! We adopted him from Basset Buddies,
a basset hound rescue. He had two homes before he came here to his
forever home, but besides that, we really don't know too much about
him. He was found wandering a county highway road. Bassets are always
led by their noses.
He is a very sweet dog, but he does have a way of taking over every piece of furniture!
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