Warning: long, not-so-interesting post below, but I need to get it out.
So, I stayed away from home Saturday night. Had a ball picking on my cousin for being a sook and not wanting to be at home at night without her bf even though she's 6'2 and they live in a rather snooty area..
Sunday however, was hell. I got woken up Sunday morning by a phone call from my hubby telling me that Bruce (my betta) had passed away during the night; he was old and I knew it was coming but it still upset me. On a positive note the minnows and kuhllis got to go back in the 2ft so at least some good came of it I guess.
Sunday afternoon I get a call from my aunt saying that one of my goldfish in her pond got fished out and mauled by the neighbour's cat, it was one of my babies that I hatched and raised so I was really gutted about that. My hubby went over Monday and put a mesh cover over the pond so it shouldn't happen again.
Monday night I realized that I hadn't seen Finn Lee (my oranda) since Saturday when I left so I start pulling the tank apart looking for him, he was dead, wedged behind the power head. I felt so horrible when I seen him! That was fish number 3 this week, I don't think I've ever lost so many fish in such a short period of time before.
Tuesday (yesterday) comes and my hubby went into town to buy our cat food and rings me up asking me to set up a "little" quarantine tank that I assumed was for small fish seeing as how we were talking about getting more minnows when Bruce eventually passed.. He had brought another small pair of silver dollars (on an impulse mind you!) So they had to sit in the baggy for another 20 mins (on top of the 20 mins it took him to drive home) while I set up a medium sized qt tank. After the tank was set up we had a bit of a heated debate about silver dollars. His argument was that they're a schooling fish and he felt bad keeping One Buck and Two Bucks as a pair - fair enough but the biggest tank we have is a 5ft 400ltr that I personally feel isn't big enough for 4 SDs along with all our tetras and cory cats. On top of that he got one male and one female, I told him he should have gotten two females but he said they only had the one female - whatever, I give up, sometimes you've got to pick your battles and there was no winning this one..
And if my fishkeeping wasn't stressful enough I had my little cousin (18, almost 19) ring me this morning crying her eyes out because she's up the duff and her (now ex) bf kicked her out when he found out, so we've spent all day setting up the spare room for her and we're now living with a pregnant 18 year old because I couldn't see her on the streets, preggers or not... Damn my kind heart..
I swear if anything else happens before the week is through I'm guna flip. Its only Wednesday night and there has been so many stressful events already, they say bad things come in threes, not for me, I'm at four so far this week.. I wonder what else can/will go wrong?
On a more positive note, I've gained 2kgs in the last month! I now fluctuate between 37 and 39kgs instead of 35 and 37kgs! (Thanks to
Frank Castle
for telling me what the drs couldn't!) Woot!!! Let's just hope the stress from this week doesn't strip it back off me... I'll be peeved of it does..
Anyways there's my long, boring rant about my life these past few days.
So, I stayed away from home Saturday night. Had a ball picking on my cousin for being a sook and not wanting to be at home at night without her bf even though she's 6'2 and they live in a rather snooty area..
Sunday however, was hell. I got woken up Sunday morning by a phone call from my hubby telling me that Bruce (my betta) had passed away during the night; he was old and I knew it was coming but it still upset me. On a positive note the minnows and kuhllis got to go back in the 2ft so at least some good came of it I guess.
Sunday afternoon I get a call from my aunt saying that one of my goldfish in her pond got fished out and mauled by the neighbour's cat, it was one of my babies that I hatched and raised so I was really gutted about that. My hubby went over Monday and put a mesh cover over the pond so it shouldn't happen again.
Monday night I realized that I hadn't seen Finn Lee (my oranda) since Saturday when I left so I start pulling the tank apart looking for him, he was dead, wedged behind the power head. I felt so horrible when I seen him! That was fish number 3 this week, I don't think I've ever lost so many fish in such a short period of time before.
Tuesday (yesterday) comes and my hubby went into town to buy our cat food and rings me up asking me to set up a "little" quarantine tank that I assumed was for small fish seeing as how we were talking about getting more minnows when Bruce eventually passed.. He had brought another small pair of silver dollars (on an impulse mind you!) So they had to sit in the baggy for another 20 mins (on top of the 20 mins it took him to drive home) while I set up a medium sized qt tank. After the tank was set up we had a bit of a heated debate about silver dollars. His argument was that they're a schooling fish and he felt bad keeping One Buck and Two Bucks as a pair - fair enough but the biggest tank we have is a 5ft 400ltr that I personally feel isn't big enough for 4 SDs along with all our tetras and cory cats. On top of that he got one male and one female, I told him he should have gotten two females but he said they only had the one female - whatever, I give up, sometimes you've got to pick your battles and there was no winning this one..
And if my fishkeeping wasn't stressful enough I had my little cousin (18, almost 19) ring me this morning crying her eyes out because she's up the duff and her (now ex) bf kicked her out when he found out, so we've spent all day setting up the spare room for her and we're now living with a pregnant 18 year old because I couldn't see her on the streets, preggers or not... Damn my kind heart..
I swear if anything else happens before the week is through I'm guna flip. Its only Wednesday night and there has been so many stressful events already, they say bad things come in threes, not for me, I'm at four so far this week.. I wonder what else can/will go wrong?
On a more positive note, I've gained 2kgs in the last month! I now fluctuate between 37 and 39kgs instead of 35 and 37kgs! (Thanks to
Frank Castle
for telling me what the drs couldn't!) Woot!!! Let's just hope the stress from this week doesn't strip it back off me... I'll be peeved of it does..Anyways there's my long, boring rant about my life these past few days.
