Fishin'

Sunday morning we stopped by the airport to pick up Rob's little sister who was returning from a month in Brazil. We got to hear all about her amazing trip over lunch at...you guessed it...IHOP.

That afternoon Rob's brother talked us to go fishing 'city style' a.k.a. at a fish farm. In the beginning I was just an observer, but got into it towards the end and snagged a fishy of my own.

The place was completely shaded, so it made a nice place to sit and relax while catching your feel of fish.

This was supposedly a great bait for the fish. It's fish pellets ground up with a bit of flour and water. It looked quite the gross to me, but it did work, so I guess I don't really have a leg to stand on.

Rob kept catching fish and then unhooking them before I could get a picture of him with it. He caught a really big fish and was giving me a pose when it flipped off it's hook and back into the water. I was a little slow with the camera, so it was that little guy's lucky day!

I tried to get a good shot of my fish, but it was splashing around too much for me to get in there really well. Don't know how it happened, but I hooked him in the belly instead of in the mouth. It was really weird, but I felt a little bad for him. I'm told this sappiness doesn't make for a good fisher.

After an hour or so we ended up with nine to take home. It was pretty neat to watch them get cleaned. A little on the gross side, but still pretty neat.

Marc was excited to cook them all up tasty for us, but we passed on it. It was strange enough to go from catching them to seeing them being cleaned. Not ready to move onto the eating part of that cycle just yet.

Pretty soon they are getting some salmon in...maybe we'll catch some and cook 'em up then.

One last stop over at Rob's Mom's place so he could hang out with her dog, Jackson, who happens to be Rob's new best friend. Rob is convinced that Jackson is going to be joining our family soon, I am just not sure of it yet. He really is a cute little dog, but I am good with just Sox...for now.

Sad Friday

I arrived at work this morning to see that my little office mate had gone to the great beyond. So sad. R.I.P. little buddy. :(

Grossest thing EVER!

I stopped by Petco yesterday to look at a heated tank for my fish. As I headed down the main aisle my eyes caught sight of the most disturbing of all disturbing sights (as far as pet shops go). There was an entire rack full of animal themed calendars. But wait, that's not the bad part. Right front and center was a calendar of...R-A-T-S...yes, Rats! I barely glimpsed at it and felt a shudder run through my body. I had to fight back the urge run out crying (or convulsing). Who buys a calendar of rats!?! Rodents are my biggest fear/disgustment/whatever-you-want-to-call-it. They absolutely unnerve me!

I am struggling just to type out these words, they get to me that bad. Needless to say, I didn't stick around and buy a tank (what a wuss, I know) for my little guy. That will have to be another trip...maybe I can get Rob to do it?? I will never again enter a pet store without this awful memory resurfacing. I know this sounds overly dramatic, but that is just how big of a baby I am...and I am not going to work on it. :)

This post has gotten to be too much for me. I had better go and lie down.

Bad Momma

I am definitely not ready to have kids...I cannot even take care of my fish! I just returned to work after being away for FIVE days and realized that he hasn't had anything to eat since Wednesday morning.

In a panic I called the guy who services the aquarium in our lobby and he reassured me that my buddy would be okay. I feel so neglectful! I had better get it together; I am sure that PETA will be here any minute to take him away. Sorry fishy!

My new office companion

Lately work has been a drag. Part of this has to do with the lack of exciting people in my office. The only co-worker that I really like, as in I would associate with them outside of the office, has been gone for awhile. With so few prospects of a work buddy, I just decided to buy one. Does that make me sound pathetic? Anyways, here is my new buddy...

As I was searching for my new buddy at Petco during my lunch hour, I was looking for a gilled gal with a little flair. When I saw this dear, I thought that 'she' was destined to be named Roxie and live in my office. When I got back to my office and set up camp (a vase with marbles in the bottom) I was told (but not quite convinced) that my sweet Roxie was in fact a he. Now, who has ever heard of a he named Roxie? Not I. Do I change he/she's name, or simply stick with the name Roxie? Remember the movie Bug's Life where there is that ladybug that is a male and gets upset that everyone assumes he is a female just because he is a ladybug? Well I don't want my dear betta fish to go through life feeling that way. I don't know if I should find a new unisex name (sidenote: remember Pat from SNL? Ha, ha!) or change to a more masculine name all together. Oh, the stress! Maybe Petco should not put their male bettas in pink lidded containers and this whole misunderstanding would have never happened to begin with!!