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Flappin’ Fish
In moving into the sixth stage of my grieving process, hope, I decided to wander back into the pet store in hopes of finding a replacement for my dear lost friend, Fiddle. You may remember my tragic story of loss with Fiddle, details of which I am not yet comfortable with, nor able to recount at this time… dramatic pause and moment of silence before moving onto next paragraph please. I slowly worked my way past the cute hamsters and creepy reptiles, working on my courage to brave into the aquarium section. After fifteen minutes, I finally mustered up the cahones to stop looking at the horny toads and ball…
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REWARD: Missing Crab
MISSING: CrabAnswers to the name “Fiddle”Escaped from tankMay have been eaten by a little black dog (AKA “Pilot”) Last night after Kenny got back from a weekend trip to Aspen, we shot over to Walmart and picked up a cute new addition to our fish tank. Fiddle settled right in and didn’t even seem to mind the fish. This morning when we checked on the tank we noticed we were missing the newest member of our aquatic family. Kenny searched the house high and low, but Fiddle is officially gone. Hopefully we don’t find him in a few days… after wondering why our house smelled like rotten sea food… Goodbye…
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Day 2….
Well, they have me working again, but I guess it ain’t that bad… Jackson Hole, Wyoming
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Imperial? That is a bit overstated.
Where do I start? I am in Imperial, California. It is over 100 degrees. It is hot and sticky and smells bad. Me and my co-pilot are in our uniforms; charcoal dress slacks, starched white shirts, shiny grey epaulets, fancy blue ties. The Imperial Airport FBO is slightly… well let’s just say not the nicest one I have visited. Anyway, we need to use a crew car to run into “town” to grab some lunch and some catering. They generously offer (and by generously I mean like pulling teeth without novacaine) the mechanic’s old white full-size Chevy pick-up truck; doors won’t open from the inside, more dents than a golf…
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Another one bites the dust
Kenny chooses bad fish. I am convinced of this. His bad fish talked my good fish into some kind of murder suicide pact. That’s right, my sweet innocent fish left us this morning. I went to feed him and he was gasping for air. I tried fish CPR, but to no avail. He was not long for this world. It has been a sad week.
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The one that got away…
I have been reading Big Mama for a little over a year and let me tell you, if you haven’t seen her site, go check it out because she is hilarious! Anyway, she has a little daughter Caroline who is what I imagine our daughter will be like. This recent video cracked me up… http://thebigmamablog.com/index.php/2008/05/04/the-one-that-got-away/
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R.I.P. Zippy
Well, Kenny’s new fish Zippy swam off to fish heaven yesterday afternoon. So sad. That makes two of his fish that haven’t faired well swimming alongside my fish. Either my fish keeps killing his or he just picks out sickly fish to begin with. Good thing he didn’t get the 100 gallon tank!
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Zippy
Well, ever since Jen killed my fish two days after we got him I have longed for a replacement of my finned companion. This particular story began with a simple run into Walmart to get Pilot a new leash. Of course, I had to walk past the fish tanks to find his leash. Being the ADHD-oh-look-at-the-pretty-fish person that I am, it was all down hill from there. In less than 15 minutes, I had a new aquarium picked out along with the 27 different fish that I could not live without. In a rare moment of weakness, I showed some self restraint, and put it all back. I did not…
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Protect your children, people.
So I admit it. I have watched Hannah Montana. I actually kind of liked it. It is cute and innocent and easy to watch on a Saturday morning when Kenny is off flying. Needless to say I was bummed by the recent pictures of Miley Cyrus for Vanity Fair. It seems as if another child has been sold out by their parents and is destined to go the way of many other child “stars”. DaMomma, a blogger that I read, just wrote a great post about the situation…http://forums.parenting.com/blogs/parenting-post/posts/gateway-porn She wrote…“Adolescents are hypersexual because they do not yet have the maturity, wisdom, experience to control or protect themselves. Until they reach…
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It’s just a made-up day
Leap Year Day is a stupid day that shouldn’t exist. Last week I had bought into the hipe of getting an extra “free” day. I was excited that it was Leap Year and couldn’t wait for February 29th. We planned on taking the day off.. since it was an extra day after all… and go to Disneyland. Well, Friday came and we both ended up going to work instead. Big mistake. February 29th was a cursed day. Kenny forgot his uniform dress shows and accidentally showed up at his jet job wearing grungy old Vans… a definite no-no. Then 15 minutes before his flight was to leave for Mexico he…
