As some of you know our dear, beloved feline pet passed away last month. The kids have been itchin’ for a new pet to love. They want another cat, or a dog.. but they settled for some fish. I told them that it was out of the question though, so that I could surprise them for Easter. What better gift than a new little fishy with a super cool bowl set-up? I know. Get a life.

Anyway.. I set the bowls up beforehand. Got the fish about a week before Easter and guess what? One of them died.. right before Easter. There was no time to get another one so I had to resort to PLAN 2, which was lots and lots of candy. However, I did share my plan with them and they both decided that picking out their own fish would be more fun anyway. The one fish that remained, I kept for myself and name her Lolita.

So my son picked out a very pretty, blue and green Betta and named him BOB.

My daughter picked out a very pretty, purple Betta and named HIM, Barbie. I know. Everything right now is Barbie even if this poor fish is a boy.

Today, Lolita is breathing. Barbie is breathing. BOB has stopped breathing. R.I.P. Bob.

I am beginning to think my fish caring skills are no better than my green thumb. I did everything right. Treated the water beforehand. Did not overfeed him. Pre-rinsed the bowl with water only..no soap. Yet another one bites the dust. Not good. I am willing to replace Bob as my son has not even had him for a full week, but I hope this is not a trend.

That’s what I get for trying to be a little bit creative this Easter. One fish, two fish, now they’re.. dead fish. I know..pretty bad.

Ti

I am going through a rough patch right now with a friend. I do believe that most of her issues can be resolved with medication. I know that sounds funny but I often feel that there is a little bit of a chemical imbalance..IF you catch my drift.

Unfortunately, this last rough patch ( for lack of a better term) included a little bit of a verbal assault upon my being. This has happened before. Apologies are made and we move on. However, this last time around, I have some hurt feelings and I am not sure I want this cycle to repeat anymore.

I was talking to another friend about the situation, a friend that has nothing to do with the friend that I am having this problem with, and I said to her that I want the kind of friendship one sees on Sex In The City. I want the SITC friend. The one that is there through thick and thin.. that can make you laugh and cry… but what I get out of this one particular friendship is just the “cry” part. Also, without giving you too many details, I am getting older and I just don’t feel that I have the “time” to invest in a friendship that is so one-sided.

So, I believe I am beginning the process of “letting go”. It’s not a good feeling. I toyed with the idea of stressing to this friend, that medical intervention might benefit her, but with the current situation, she would of course see this as an attack and that would not be good since we are already on the “outs”. I don’t want to cause her unnecessary stress.

Anyway.. this might be a two-parter depending on how this all goes down. I will think about it some more. I think.

Ti