Fishie pics!!! Six, starting with this one.
The yellow tang is a real brat - bullying the two new fish. Nothing like a fish with 'tude!
Squeeee! You have a Dorie and a Marlin, only Marlin has a sunburn.
eta: at least, if you hear “keep on swimmin’, just keep swimmin’” in the middle of the night, you’ll know from where it’s coming.
Daughter had a regular orange clownfish in her classroom tank, and the kids called it Nemo. Unfortunately, he didn’t make it. 
Apparently the anemone will look lots bigger once it finds a place to attach itself - something like 5-6" in diameter. I can’t wait to see that!
Howdy Y’all! Made it through work. YAY!!! It’s my weekstart!
I came home and made dindin. Fried chicken strips, N.O.T. sallit, steamed spareguts and rolls. OYKW wandered on back over from the wilds of west Alabammy today, so I thought I’d make us a nummy dindin. I did and it was! 
I brought home some of my mom’s fried apple pies which are one of the best things evah! We shall have warmed up fried apple pie with ice cream later on for dessert. For now stuffdedness from dindin prevents the consumption of dessert.
In other news, it’s cold out!
That’s all I got for now.
I’m certain some “appreciatin’” will work off some calories. 
Ya know that’s true. “Appreciation” is fun and a aerobic workout!
Pretty fishies, FCM.
I had cherry turnovers for dinner. Yum.
Now I’m finishing off my second sock. And watching an episode of Bones. Rollicking Saturday night chez GT.
Ooh, FCM, pretty fishies! Though I’m glad I don’t have any fishies right now. I suspect a lot of fish didn’t survive the 18-ish-depending-on-exactly-where-you-were hour blackout. I mean, really people, I know I like winter and all, but seriously, it was cold and not fun. Winter is only fun if you can get away from it inside, not if it’s inside your house!
All sorts of yummy-sounding food here. I really should do some actual cooking one of these days.
I want swampy’s mom’s fried apple pie recipe. Pleeeeaaassseee!
Alas, all I did was stack a cord of fahrwood for my exercise.
Well, had a nice repeat of Christmas dinner, then chilled for a while, and then we played some Euchre, the wife and I against her mother and aunt. We lost – but only by two points, and only because they got a two pointer at the end.
I also discovered that a Snowball (a creamy vodka, chocolate and coconut drink) that has been refrigerated 15 months past its due date is still good. At least, it tasted good. If I don’t return tomorrow though, someone might want to call poison control…
Got back from Moravian Town Trip 2 in time to go to work for a full shift and have just now come home to an angry cat (if he wanted clean water, he should quit putting his FOOT in there!) and a frog pump that was almost clogged up with algae. Good to know my pets get up to no good when I’m not around.
Skimmed, retained nothing except:
Trust swampy to bring the hos.
Oh Lord. I finally googled them. In Spain they’re called “sábana (de) fantasma,” ghost blanket. The Nephew sleeps in one of those things; I want to run away every time I see it. I remember talking with Mom about how trying to put me in one of those when I was a baby would have resulted in a cross between an extremely-wrapped up kid and a simulacrum of WWIII. The Niece needs her legs free and made it clear from the start; she’s also a tummy-sleeper. The Proud Mom finally stopped trying to fight that battle when she was informed that both me and The Proud Dad were tummy sleepers - it’s evident we survived to voting age, although maybe not to adulthood. I have to ask whether they’re being able to get her into that thing or not.
Pretty fishes!
Yesterday I went downtown intending to buy a vidcam for the desktop computer, see a movie and buy some food. The movie was abandoned because for some reason the monthly visit has decided to be a bitch this time, so my back was killing me a mere 3 hours after the previous ibuprofen dose; eggs could not be found. But a vidcam was achieved for 9.99, three bath bombs were acquired (why do I find most perfumes too sweet?) and I also got some cut stir-fry veggies to go with my stir-fry noodles, fresh samosas, and a one-pot cookbook. Don’t ask me why do I keep buying cookbooks, given that I never use them: either it’s nesting instinct or they just make me hungry.
Spaz, heee.
snowbunny, hope that was your last power outage for a long long time.
So…staying up way too late to knit. Again.
Guess I should consider falling asleep now…
Nitey nite!
GT
this weird dream could not wait until morning
in part one - Mary Richards (yes, that Mary Richards) dragged me along to her old office in whatever city she lived before Minneapolis - She was determined to tell every one of her former co-workers what she’s been up to since she left, just in case they never watched the show. While I was waiting for her in the lobby, a grungy old man told a dirty golf joke to the receptionist, who ignored him. No, I don’t remember the joke, just that the punchline involved a golf term. No, I don’t recall which one. Make up your own joke, dammit. At which point the scene transitioned to a business campus, where everyone was drinking their free Starbucks coffee, because they’d all gotten their “free coffee” wristbands on Friday when they bought their usuals. Apparently. SBs had just opened a franchise in the complex and everyone was all excited about not having to drive 5 miles out of their way to get their morning cuppa. However, the clerk who served me Friday forgot to give me a wristband, so my coffee wasn’t free. After much fighting with the manager, and several reviews of Friday’s security tapes, it was determined to be the clerk’s error and I was given my wristband - but now it was Tuesday at 1:00 pm, and the promotion was only for Monday morning. So I got upset and started chanting “Starbucks sucks! Drink Dunkin!” A few people joined in and when I had the attention of everyone in the food court, I told my whole story which prompted everyone to chant along with me. A news crew showed up to get the story, which I gladly repeated and proudly took responsibility for starting the uproar, when the reporter said “Did you know Starbucks set your home on fire as retribution?” and showed me footage.
At which point I woke up and thought “this cannot wait until daylight” So here I am typing away and laughing all the while.
OK, I thought I had weird dreams, but I think **rosie **has me beat big time…
Altho I was having a work-related dream that seemed to merge with the matching game I was playing on line yesterday evening. There was a certain logic to the association, and best of all, I think I figured out why I couldn’t get one program to work on Thurs! So my dream actually may have had some value.
**FCD **is still abed, which is remarkable, considering our morning. Idiot Taz tried and tried and tried till he finally succeeded in opening our door, then he walked all over us in bed. Just as I got him snuggled down next to me, hoping to fall back to sleep, Scruffy started barking. One does not ignore a Scruffy bark unless one wants to clean a peed-upon carpet. So I’m up.
Today’s plans include making more curtains for daughter’s classroom. She bought fabric for the next 3 months - snowflakes, hearts, and a Celtic design. (not all the same fabric. 3 pieces…) I get to play with my new sewing machine - yay! I’ve also got 2 more loads of laundry. And I should vacuum.
We were pleased to see that it took the rain to get the snow off our roof. That speaks to a good insulation job in the attic. And now that it’s all melted off, I can get the roof contractor over for an estimate. I’ll check next weekend’s weather first…
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. I have decided that OYKW is takin’ me out for brekkies. Now all that’s left is to inform him of the decision.
Ya know MOOOOOOM if the snowflakes, hearts and the Celtic design were one pattern that’d save your daughter from havin’ to change the curtains for three months. Just a thought for future reference.
BioRosie the moral of that dream is, do not po Starbucks. :eek:
Spaz I’m not the only one. CutiePie makes cakes for Hos! 
Oh and CutiePie I’ll see if’n I can hunt down the fried apple pie recipe. I might have it but don’t remember since I’ve never tried to make 'em myself.
hmmmm, heart-shaped Celtic snowflakes - the mind boggles…
It could be the next rave in home decor and fashion!
Ok, we are not goin’ out for brekkie. I presented my decision and was met with a counter offer. The counter offer was goin’ for the good Chinese buffet after churchification. I took the counter offer cause, well, it’s the good Chinese buffet! How could I resist!
Up, caffeinated, off to work.
rosie, weird.