Fridays

Two Fridays ago, I got a new job.

Last Friday, we sold the condo.

This Friday, we bought a half-duplex in St. Albert.

By next Friday, all the conditions should have come off.

Possession is December 9, a Thursday. Darn, it doesn't fit.

The job is going well. Really well. All I have is good news. I'm just... tired. More later.

Ooops

Perhaps the redesign was a little premature...

Yesterday I accepted the Executive Director position with the Alberta Fencing Association. So perhaps I still am the Queen of Swords...

Overheard today in a Chapters washroom...

"Mummy, why does pee make the water turn yellow?"

Also...

"Mummy, I wish I didn't have ears."
"Why, honey?"
"Because if I didn't have ears, then I wouldn't hear all the loud noises."

Ah. Children. :)

A Sad Post

Fondly, we bid farewell to Sherman and Herman. You were with us such a short time, but alas, I fear the tanks were too clean for the likes of you. We have learned from you, though, and in your honour, we rename the live plants housed with Ferrari and Ducati Sherman and Herman. May they live and prosper as you did not.

Yesterday, I gave up fencing. By Monday, my equipment will be washed and packed, and will be stored at Mom and Dad's for the duration of my exile. When my hands are better enough to be at the computer for more than just work and the occasional post, I will redesign my weblog to reflect that no longer am I the Queen of Swords. This is so painful. I can barely think of it without being brought to tears. And so this post ends.

Fishy picture

...it's late, and I can't come up with a better title. Here is a link to a picture of where Ducati and Ferrari live. It's changed look a little, as we had to replace the marbles with gravel to support the live plant we put in each tank, but it's still pretty much the same. Oh, and we added a snail to each tank. Their names are Herman and Sherman. ...err...don't ask... Close-ups may have to wait. It's hard taking pictures through plastic and water.

Naming

In the absence of any suggestions, we have named the fish. -es. Yes, I said fish, as in two of them. In an impulse last night, my grandparents bought me another fish, this one red, and very temperamental, but we'll get him to eat eventually. So our first fish is named Ducati, and our second fish is named Ferrari. I smile to think about the looks on people's faces when we tell them we have a Ducati and a Ferrari at home... They are lovely, and you all need to meet them. I have decreed.

I must stop typing now. My arms hurt.

Mom and Dad's Grandfish

Today, a new member of the family made his entrance into the apartment, with as little fuss and bother as we could accomplish. Now, five hours later, he is comfortably nestled in his 2L tank with his three fake plants, flattened marbles on the floor, and a light which will keep the water temperature just right. We have no photos as yet, but hopefully soon we'll be able to share our little bundle of joy with the rest of you. In the meantime, if anyone can think of a good name for a blue and red (with a little green and purple mixed in) betta fish, please post in the comment section. Currently, we're playing with three from the movie Finding Nemo: Crush, Jellyman, or Sharkbait.