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The guppies looked a bit lonely. Actually, they didn't at all. They seem to like their aquarium habitat just fine. I, however, wanted something else to look at other than the fearsome foursome with their flashy tales. After a bit a research, I went to the pet store and bought three catfish -- peppered corys, to be specific. I put them in there about an hour ago. The guppies seem to get along just fine with them. They're all ignoring each other, actually. I hope things are going as well tomorrow morning. I really do like them. They seem to have quite the appetite.
Jason's grandpa's funeral was yesterday. It was a long day. I actually fell asleep at 9:30 in the evening, which is very unusual for me. Jason's sister and I were nominated as pallbearers because they were two short. So, we all showed up at the funeral home to escort the body to the church. The church was... well, the church, I suppose. Holy water, incense, recited prayers, communion, etc. Lots of formal such and such to be observed and performed. They hurried it along because we had to get the body up to the National Cemetery in Santa Fe by 11:30. The police escort took us to the city limits of Albuquerque and sent us on our way. After two detours (due to road work in Santa Fe), we made it to the cemetery with only a few minutes to spare. I thought the graveside service with the military was the most emotionally stirring of all the hoopla we had been through up to that point. It was just so dignified and respectful. After the service, the older gentleman who drove the hearse shook our hands and told Caricia and I that he could only hope to have such pretty pallbearers when he died. It was the perfect thing to say to diffuse the tension and get everyone chuckling. Anyway, Caricia and her baby caught a ride back to Albuquerque with Jason and I. We came home to change before going to his grandma's house for the reception. By then, we were all completely exhausted. Jason and I left a little after 4:00 yesterday afternoon. We came home, made some dinner, crashed, and re-watched The Thing (John Carpenter's version). I fell asleep toward the end of the movie. I woke up on the living room floor as the credits were rolling.
Oh, and Borders has a really crappy book selection. Now I remember why I order all my books online. They suck.
Jason's grandpa's funeral was yesterday. It was a long day. I actually fell asleep at 9:30 in the evening, which is very unusual for me. Jason's sister and I were nominated as pallbearers because they were two short. So, we all showed up at the funeral home to escort the body to the church. The church was... well, the church, I suppose. Holy water, incense, recited prayers, communion, etc. Lots of formal such and such to be observed and performed. They hurried it along because we had to get the body up to the National Cemetery in Santa Fe by 11:30. The police escort took us to the city limits of Albuquerque and sent us on our way. After two detours (due to road work in Santa Fe), we made it to the cemetery with only a few minutes to spare. I thought the graveside service with the military was the most emotionally stirring of all the hoopla we had been through up to that point. It was just so dignified and respectful. After the service, the older gentleman who drove the hearse shook our hands and told Caricia and I that he could only hope to have such pretty pallbearers when he died. It was the perfect thing to say to diffuse the tension and get everyone chuckling. Anyway, Caricia and her baby caught a ride back to Albuquerque with Jason and I. We came home to change before going to his grandma's house for the reception. By then, we were all completely exhausted. Jason and I left a little after 4:00 yesterday afternoon. We came home, made some dinner, crashed, and re-watched The Thing (John Carpenter's version). I fell asleep toward the end of the movie. I woke up on the living room floor as the credits were rolling.
Oh, and Borders has a really crappy book selection. Now I remember why I order all my books online. They suck.
I offered to pick Jason's mother up at the airport this afternoon. She called at 1:00pm. I left work. I proceeded to the nearest on ramp to the freeway. There was a cop car parked across it. I call 311 and ask them, "What the hell?" She tells me the president is visiting. He's on his way back to the airport. The freeway going south is CLOSED. Fuck. I have to drive across town without the freeway? I call Jason's mom to tell her that Bush is an asshole, and he's mucking up traffic all over the city. Just then thirty motorcycles, two limos, ten black SUVs, and fifteen white vans fly past me on the freeway while I'm sitting on the frontage road in traffic. I flipped them all off. Luckily, this was not considered a terrorist action, though that may be because the suits didn't see flip the procession off. At any rate, they reopened the freeway shortly after, and I was able to pick Jason's mom up. Because Bush was still in the area, I had to sit in the arrivals bay of the airport with her yapping in my ear for a good thirty minutes. Traffic sucked. What I thought would take forty-five minutes actually took two hours.
The evil!plant that killed my beta fish has claimed another victim. I flip the stupid thing into two parts: one for my beta and the other for my crab. When the beta got sick and died suddenly, I removed the plant from the crab's aquarium just in case. The crab still died. I had no idea it was even sick. I can only blame the damn plant. I was depressed about the entire thing on Friday evening. Over the weekend, I went to the pet store and bought five fancy guppies. There were six in the bag when I got home. They're very happy. Because they are all boys, I named them after the boys from Ghost in the Shell: Batou (II), Pazu, Boma, Saito, Aramaki, and Kuze. I even matched the fish's colors and personality with the characters. ::fangirls all over the place::
( pictures of the guppies )
The evil!plant that killed my beta fish has claimed another victim. I flip the stupid thing into two parts: one for my beta and the other for my crab. When the beta got sick and died suddenly, I removed the plant from the crab's aquarium just in case. The crab still died. I had no idea it was even sick. I can only blame the damn plant. I was depressed about the entire thing on Friday evening. Over the weekend, I went to the pet store and bought five fancy guppies. There were six in the bag when I got home. They're very happy. Because they are all boys, I named them after the boys from Ghost in the Shell: Batou (II), Pazu, Boma, Saito, Aramaki, and Kuze. I even matched the fish's colors and personality with the characters. ::fangirls all over the place::
( pictures of the guppies )
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