Joseph the Multi-colored Fish

He’s gone. It’s true. After three weeks of strange behavior, erratic eating and faded color, I got up this morning to see if he was alive and the day that I knew would eventually come had arrived. He lay lifelessly on the bottom side of the bowl where he had been hanging out/pouting/refusing to eat/taunting me for the last few weeks. But on his side. I took him to the bathroom and sent him to Fish heaven or wherever fish go after they are, ahem, buried. I tried not to think to much about it, because, you know, he’s just a fish. However. In my defense. I love pets. I love having something to take care of and worry about and feed. I would prefer to have something that I could also pet, but apparently Boo hates things that you can pet thinks we shouldn’t have a petable pet right now. Jerk He’s very responsible like that. Also, I am pretty sure that AM&UK are giving him side bribes strong encouragement to resist my begging requests for a dog.

As LA said, “He lived a good life.” I fed him every day except when I was gone and Boo and CoCo told me that they fed him but probably really didn’t. I replaced his water once a week. When he refused the new healthy fish food, I double parked my car on Harvard at rush hour to buy his favorite food. I checked on him morning and night to make sure he was alive, until he was, well, not. WHAT ELSE COULD I HAVE DONE????? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING????

Anyway. This is all to say that Joseph the Multi-colored Fish was our first pet and I we loved him. He felt like some sort of company. Even though he was, you know, a fish. He has a lot of personality, for a fish. And not just when we tried to get him to fight himself in the mirror (that was Mon. P not me, and he’s a priest.) And now he’s gone, and even though he was – a fish – we will miss him and all his quirky little ways.

God bless you little Joseph, may you swim in vast oceans all alone where other more aggressive Betas will not eat you.


The life of a fish and over unders

OK, the over under on references to the Yacht Club today – 6. So if you think Reviah is going to go over, then vote over in comments, if you think he’ll go under then say that. Brian H was the clear winner last week, with a follow up win by Sarah R. Nice voting guys, I will let you know that this is the last class before a test so there will probably be some review. I have no idea if this will impact the lecture for the over or for the under. But I felt that you should have the information.

Joseph the Fish is still holding on to life. This morning when I, like normal, asked Boo if Joseph was still alive and he said, “Yes, and I feel like you are kind of pessimistic about the fish…” I wanted to remind him that I ask DAILY if Joseph is alive when we wake up, HOW MUCH MORE WOULD I HAVE REASON TO ASK WHEN HE IS LETHARGIC AND GRAY???? I mean, he’s a fish, he could have a life span of 4 days or 4 years. NO ONE KNOWS!!! Anyway, I double parked the car on Harvard Ave yesterday at 5:00 p.m. in a passive aggressive attempt to infuriate other Boston drivers in the way that they infuriate me. Needless to say, they could not have cared less, they just went into oncoming traffic without concern to go around my car. I digress, I ran in, got Joseph his old fish food, the kind he likes, the kind he eats… However, in the irony of all ironies he had gotten so hungry that he ate the food he had previously refused and didn’t want the new food, that he likes. Geez. For the love of all things holy, you’re a FISH, it shouldn’t be this complicated. Eat your damn food. Not to mention that at dinner Justin said that I should feed him his preferred food, but try to sneak in the Tetra bites a few times a week because the packaging says “they’re good for him.” Really? I mean, really???? 1) I am not going to give that much concentration to what the fish eats, again, IT’S A FISH 2) What the hell is the packaging supposed to say, “Food that’s fine for your fish to eat, but neither good nor bad for it, just food, IT’S A FISH.” He’s holding on to life, but if he keeps this crap up I am posting an over under on him Thursday since there’s a test in class an no opportunity for Reviah to talk about the NSYC.

On to my run. I was working on Orphan stuff until 1. I was supposed to go see ladyA and EV but I am such a lazy brat that I never made it because I kept going with the orphan stuff. I have to say that I think everyone should give at least $5 to the orphans. Immediately after I posted it as an event on FB, a friend supporting the male version (not associated) posted a similar, less informative post. We share like 400 friends so I was a bit pissed, but then I thought, hell give him $5 for his orphans, that’s what you would want him to do. I am feeling a bit discouraged about the orphan fundraising. I am just not good at it. I feel like raising money for orphans should sell itself, I mean, they’re orphans… but no. It doesn’t sell itself. Such a bummer because I believe in the cause, but I don’t really know how to get people to give money to it. I’ll think more about it after I throw this party for my AL & UM this weekend. Until then I am totally focused on school and how to throw an Oktoberfest anniversary party on the biggest budget of all time.

Oh yeah, the run. It was fine. The first 6 miles were fairies and butterflies. New England is breathtaking right now. So I parked at the river and then ran along the Charles to the Mass Ave bridge, I crossed over and ran back up Memorial. Ummm, SO BEAUTIFUL. I am sun kissed. Let me say a couple of things. I have been half-heartedly running for years now. When I run, or every time that I re-start running (I do this often) I think about how fast I should be running, as people pass me on the trail. In my mind I should have qualified on my own for the Boston in 2006. However, I just run an 11:00 mile on my best days, my body thinks it can run a 9 minute mile pace and for about three feet it can. So I spend most of my longer runs pulling my pace back in line with my body. I also spend my run cursing my bingo wings and wide a#% hips. First of all, my arms literally chafe THEMSELVES. The wing part hits the skin right underneath my arm pits as it flaps back and forth with each step and at the end, I’m all red and stingy. So annoying. Damn you bingo wings. Damn you weight I lost, you should have taken the skin with you. Oh well, if I need to fly, I am freaking set. Second. The hips. It’s like I am storing a little bag of chestnuts on each side of my hips that bounce with me with each and every step. I feel like if I have to carry that %&#* around then I better be burning some calories for it. Anyway, at around mile 4.5 the ab burn set in. I find it ironic that 4.5 miles of running can do what 4 weeks of yoga couldn’t. I didn’t mind it until mile 6 when I was sick of running and then it bothered me and I kept thinking, “gah, I hate you abs… I wish I had a cupcake… that person’s running fast… it’s bright… I’m so fast… I am faster than the wind… it’s windy… oww my abs hurt” Anyway, I think you get the picture. At mile 7.5 I tripped in front of some dudes. That was embarrassing.

But I finished it. I texted next week’s guest runner and asked her if she would do my ten with me. You know since she ran 9 last weekend before ACL and is my running advocate and all. She texted promptly back, “No. Next week is my rest week.” Welcome to my life with the pragmatists. I would freaking run with her, if I felt like it. No matter, I can’t get off schedule or I do myself in. So… I will figure out a way to not have to give up time with her and still get my run in.

Speaking of the guest runner. The Oktoberfest party is this weekend. When AM turned 50 she had this great party, and I helped. We had it at BestFriendofAM’s in Dallas. It was so fantastic. We did apps and cocktails in the main house and then we decorated the “garage”/”weight room”/”extraguesthouse” for dinner with round tables. We did these fantastic floral arrangements, which looked incredible against all the white. We had it catered and made sure that there were people to simply serve the food so that we could enjoy dinner. (AM thinks of all the details, it’s why she’s a great party thrower) Two things to consider, 1) AM was financially backing her party 2) AM was planning her own party, as she wished. No this party for AL… We are doing somewhat by request. Her two children and Boo and I are financing it, with some financial contributions from so far, AN, anonymous donation. So AL calls me yesterday and was all, I am so glad that you are helping with this party. I just loved that one that you and AM did… I didn’t know how to remind her that we are doing her party at an outdoor picnic area and serving sausage off a grill. Deep sigh. She then asked me what saurkraut recipe I was using… and told me how she and her friend Sigi used to make it in the bathtub and it took days and day. Um??? Begin frantic calls to area restaurants to see who sells the cheapest “authentic” saurkraut. Did I mention the paper and test I have Thursday? I didn’t. Oh well, I HAVE A PAPER AND A TEST ON THURSDAY, SAURKRAUT TO FIND, AUTHENTIC GERMAN POTATO SALAD FOR SIXTY TO PREPARE and now I have to freaking get this party up to par with some form of classiness… I think something’s going to give this week and I am pretty sure it’s my sobriety.

So there’s your Tuesday update. Give some money to the little orphan children, if you’re not offended by people asking for money or morally opposed (both of which I honestly understand.) Here’s the link to my donor page. If you have it in your heart, start your own donor page and raise up a team and some amount of money. I would just love for these girls stories to be heard by as many people as possible. I got a very legit email from an old family friend this morning letting me know that OHMH seemed a bit shady as she looked them up on a site that let’s you know about scams. There is not a ton of history on OHMH because it’s relatively new and made it’s stateside debut for the most part last year, when the board of directors, classification as a not-for-profit was established. Again, I just want you to know that if you carry concerns or moral oppositions to giving this way, I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND! There are lots of shady things going on out there, and when giving philanthropically it is crucial that you do it with a full and trusting heart. If an organization or cause does not that illicit that in you, then you should not give to it. However, here are a couple of things I found this morning online about the founder/s and the project. One is about the stateside director, Thomas Keown. He’s Irish and irreverent. The other is an INCREDIBLE photoblog – a 4 part series on the girls and the orphanage. Enjoy. I hope along the way you get a heart for these girls and their futures!
About Thomas and the project
And the second on a four part series about one photographer’s collision with OHMH

Joseph may or may not be dying

We’re not totally sure what’s going on. So he kind of lays on the right side of his bed bowl lethargically. To me, his color seems a bit off and he is refusing to eat his new food. Of course the place that I got his original food is closed on Sundays. Boo says I should take Joseph’s food back to Target and tell them that it killed my fish, and then he laughed and said, “What? He’s not dead.” Anyway. I feel worried. I may or may not have cried worrying about it. We’re drinking Gin and San Pellegrino Orange to comfort ourselves – and by ourselves, I mean me.

OK. Let’s talk about Thursday and Friday and the weekend. I have no idea. Oh. Yeah. A homeless guy rammed my car with his shopping cart at the light at the neighborhood center. Then a police officer flashed me over to check on me and once we realized the damage was all superficial, he both threatened to call Boo and tell him that the damage to my car was from hitting a Boston police officer and then he died laughing and told me that the guy hit the car because it had Arkansas plates.

I had a moment in class the other day with brother J. He’s my partner in Cambridge’s class. Partially because he’s the only other sane person and partially because we have a similar sense of humor. The Troll had multiple inappropriate outbursts and when I offered three ideas for a concept paper (training for a marathon, learning a language, and the changes in college classroom etiquette) Cambridge encouraged me from the front to write one on etiquette, we immediately got the giggles and couldn’t recover. Meanwhile no volume control Grandpa R screamed, I gotta a lot of friends with problems but they know how to act in class. We just shook our heads and wished him quite. Then BrotherJ and I began an exercise where we had to correct sentences that were written with dangling somethings. This was our favorite, “Crawling across the dirt road, I saw a caterpillar.” I mimicked crawling across a dirt road and then looked directly at BrotherJ and gave a look of excited surprise as if I had just spotted a caterpillar as I was crawling across the road. He was laughing so hard he had to leave the classroom. I considered this the ultimate victory. It essentially had the same effect on Justin when I did it for him. WIN.

Friday night we had dinner with the A’s. ArchitectA is all uptight about his name, but he is, in fact, an licensed Architect, so he needs to get over it before I rename him a different A word that he will not like. We love them. There is no other way to say it. We love them. Deep sigh, so so so so so blessed. Also I made Mark Bittman’s Sweet Potato Quinoa Salad – Southwest Style . It was incredible. No, seriously. Go make it now.

I went to Zumba Friday night. Thursday night’s Ommi was not there, but these two Chinese ladies that are in all of my classes were there. They are 80, or so. They kept looking at me, then looking at each other and saying in a high pitched screechy kind of voice, “Bo na li now shi has menali” and then in an evil high pitched laughter, “ahhhhhh hahahahahahahahahaha.” Needless to say, I was intimidated. They can both booty roll and egg roll. I can only roll over and give up. Geez.

Saturday morning, AM&UK went on an 8 mile run, to coffee, Central Market and ACL. We went to Yoga, Jim’s and Costco. Does anyone see anything wrong with this picture? Me too. However, we did get a lot of what we needed for next weekend’s Oktoberfest party celebration for my AL&UM’s FORTIETH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY! It’s going to be awesome. We also found an incredible case of red wine (on behalf of AM&UK) that we’ve loved, it has part of an olive branch tied to the front of it and we might have gotten a couple of extra bottles for ourselves.

Today… Yoga. Worrying over the fish. I have generally been in a sour mood. The house is clean though, so I am somewhat improved. Tomorrow, 8 mile run. Next week I am making a guest runner do my 9 miler with me, because she already did one it should be NBD for her (no big deal) which will be important because I am pretty sure that I will bitch all the way through it.

So, tonight I need to get my schedule for the week planned out. Especially considering that I have to work in making German Potato Salad for 50 in… And a Concept paper, and a German test, oh yeah and my AL who will be in town on Friday with her little friends, a One Home Many Hopes Event for the Breaking Ground Campaign (yeah go ahead and get ready for me to start hitting you up for money for little orphan children in Africa), and life. I hope I live. There may or may not be some special guests coming in next weekend. Did I mention that A&A are leaving on vacation this week? Ugh.

So there you have it. Happy Sunday night, I need to go back to weeping through Extreme Home Makeover.

Meet Joe, the Multicolored Fish

Meet my son, Joe.  I’ve been wanting a fish since Justin told me there was no way in HELL we were getting a dog.  Which, of course, made me sad.  Because I want a dog.  Actually, two.  A Jack Russell Terrier that I will call Jack, and sing “hit the road Jack” to, and a Labradoodle named, Radley.  This is because I affectionately call Justin, Boo and I would like to complete it with Radley.  That and I hate shedding and dander and I hear terriers and labradoodles are great for both.

The house did not get organized today.  Today I subbed.  I was in a class with two sets of twins.  I do not think that twins should be allowed to be together.  Not ever, but most of the time.  Because twins, especially a pair of twins, can be exhausting.  No seriously, it’s too much.  Separate, like an egg from a yolk.  I was so TIRED when I was done today that when they called me and asked me if I would forsake my normal place with second grade to take third grade… Well of course I will.  Not because I don’t love second grade (I do) or because second grade has twins (they don’t) but because the third grade class has only ten students and I feel like after a double twin day, ten students is all I can handle.  Thursday I will be very thankful to see the farm stand and dead head pansies (that’s my skill level, I’m still not qualified to be on the cash register alone.)

OK… cooking.  As you know I’ve been on quite a tear.  On Monday I made those goat cheese Mole enchiladas.  Yesterday I made these thick pork chops, with a tomato bacon sauce… I actually hate pork chops.  I mean hate.  The only meal Boo has ever made for me was pork chops, I hated to tell them that I hated them.  Now my grandmother did not know this.  She thought that I loved them.  To stomach them I would COAT them in ketchup.  In kind she would welcome me to her house by saying, “Stephi, I got pork chops and EXTRA ketchup for you!  I’m making them for you tonight, I know how much you love them.”  Then I would throw up in my mouth a little bit.  However, in going with my Cooks Illustrated infatuation I made their thick pork chop recipe with the CHEAP thick chops Boo found at Shaw’s and they were incredible.

As I mentioned yesterday, I also made this:

I know.  It tastes as incredible as it looks.  We ate the leftover pork chops on it today for lunch.  Delicious.

Tonight, I made an incredible Loaded Potato Salad with goat cheese cheddar and attempted a soy version of banana pudding.  We’ll see how all this lactose free cooking goes.  Not sure how Boo is going to respond to fake Banana Pudding.

And now we watch the Celtics.  Eeek.  We’re already behind by 15 pts and the Celtics fans in true Boston fashion are chanting to Lamar Odom, “Ugly sister”  which I am told is a reference to Khloe, who I am sure is PISSED right now.  I have no idea how to tell Boston fans, pissing them off gets them mad and good, not mad and bad, but there’s no telling the Brahmins anything.  I am also enjoying Boo’s couchside coaching.  As if they can hear him at the Garden…

I’m going for another glass of wine and some BPudding, then I am going to paint my nails and wish for the best.  If I get bored I am going to read my friend Justin’s blog.  He posted an entry today and I laughed until I cried.  He is so funny.

See you tomorrow everyone.  I’ll let you know how the third grade goes.  They can’t be that much smarter than the second graders, right?

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