Posted on 02/26/2011 1:38:34 PM PST by Squawk 8888
Ah. She could get a snail or two to clean the sides, and maybe a bottom-dweller catfish to keep the tank clean. (Glass cats are AWESOME!)
There is enough room in a 5 gallon tank for several fish. The only thing is to introduce one inhabitant at a time, and allow several days in between. Folks often have the Wrong Idea about Betas. They like company. Just not other male Betas.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga...*drool*
DP is constantly in my prayers.
Tell your prayer group I said to suck it up. Jesus did. ;o]
I’m loving watching him threaten cans of soda.
But he does need something mobile inside the tank to try and impress.
They will. I don’t care about sweets, so I didn’t give them up. I have failed at giving up wine (what with DP’s losing his job the day after Ash Wednesday) but I have given up cheese. Mostly.
Betas are fun fish to have. I’m still waiting for the payday when I have enough moolah to get a tank and all that goes with it. The fish are cheap at Walmart, so that’s not my big worry.
And I plan to have a snail, and/or maybe a crab to clean up the food that is missed by the beta.
Betas are really cool pets. They will greet you with full display, especially if they have been left alone for a day. They will seek the front of the tank so they can show you how much they love you.
Lent is not necessarily about “giving up” something. It is about doing something that is not what you would normally do. If you find “giving up” something is difficult, then GIVE something.
Extra tithes; service at a homeless shelter; helping a neighbor; giving someone a Walmart card, even if it’s only $10. It will help someone. A lot of grocery stores have gift cards, so you could give a $10 card...they will distribute it where the community has the biggest need.
Donate time (yours or the kids) at the local senior center. The possibilities are endless. Lent is about sacrifice. All you need to do is figure out what you can give.
And never EVER feel guilty about what you “can’t” do!
Well, hey, look at it this way: going to Wal-Mart is sort of like shopping in China, so...it’s kinda like an overseas vacation.
In a way...
Our clothes seem to be made in Bangladesh or El Salvador, mostly. I bought “Sabra” brand hummus to support Israel, though ... some loons were proposing a boycott lest they contribute to the IDF. If the IDF had a collection box outside the Walmart, I’d throw in a few quarters ...
LOL! Thanks.
Yeah, but if you took your family to Israel, they'd have to put up a whole new settlement for you.
I'm sure you'd have fun, though, kibbutzing around.
This one seems to like to hide, then charge out of ‘nowhere’ to threaten things on the desk.
So far his fave place to hide is upper back corner of the tank behind the filter intake tube just unde the surface.
[Read, bubble nest choice spot should he try to make one.]
*snicker*
I dream of Israeli falafel.
He might enjoy it.
Does it seem like something has been missing from his life?
Maybe having a mate and a billion kids is exactly what he needs to die happy.
The rest of my week got shot when I received *today* the powerpoint master for the London talk; worst is it's due a week from today, and the slides have a low overhead so I have a lot of work re-arranging material.
But I am tired and am crashing now. Good night.
I have heard about waiting for the other shoe to drop, how do you witch shoe is the other shoe? If it were always the second one why do they say other? Can we assume that it is a guy dropping shoes because most women have several pairs of shoes? I need to sleep tonight please let me know.
I don't know how well this might let you sleep, but it might give you a better understanding of just how old I am.
I know the origin of this phrase.
.
The story goes: A man is trying to get some rest in a cheap hotel. In the room above, on the floor above, he hears a shoe fall.
So he waits, knowing that another shoe will soon fall, but it doesn't.
Now this has happened to him before. He's tried to ignore it, and as soon as he starts getting sleepy again, the second shoe falls and startles him into wakefulness.
Again he waits, and again nothing happens.
Finally, he puts on his robe and goes up one story to the room above his and knocks on the door.
Confronting his tormentor, he demands to know why that individual has so loudly dropped a shoe on the floor, and then not dropped the second, which he has been anticipating.
"I'm a one-legged man."
"Oh. ..."
"... Well, never mind then."
Thank you
Good night.
Good morning.
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