De javu

So, I was fish-sitting for a friend, and it happened again. I killed another fish. Again. I was sitting at the tank, dropping some food into the tank, watching Spike, Mr.T and Spartacus swim. Except Spartacus wasn't swimming anymore. In fact, there were two parts of Spartacus. Spartacus Tail lying near the front of the aquarium, and Spartacus Head lying to the left side of it. Spartacus was decapitated. Don't ask me how, don't ask me why. I swear, I fed the fish every morning and evening.

I just don't know how to break the news to the owner.

"Hey dude, how's your trip going? Oh yea, Spartacus is dead."

I did:

• leave about three missed calls
• one panicky voicemail asking for him to call me back
• one vague e-mail asking for him to call me

What am I to say? Or shall I just get a replacement? Spartacus II. He will never know!

When I go grocery shopping

• I always go for the longest checkout line so I can pick up a copy of trashy magazines to read so I know if Jessica is furious at Nick, the name of Brangelina's baby and their latest humanitarian crusade, to check how thin Nicole Richie is, and the latest hottest beach bodies around.
• There's always a raging debate in my mind if I should get that Almond Hershey chocolate bar. (I don't 75% of the time)
• I like pushing the cart. Don't try to be gentlemanly and do it for me. I just like pushing the cart. Until I get bored. Then you push the cart.
  
• I always go for low fat. (Juice, Salad dressing, I Can't Believe It's Not Butter...)
  
• I always eat the nuts at the nut section. Sorry.
• I always buy more than what's on my list.
• I always forget something on the list.
• I love $5/2 strawberries. I only buy one.
• I (try to) skip the cookie aisle.
  

Indulging in Chick Lit

So I was at the airport, browsing the Hudson News store for an interesting light read for my plane trip (a girl can't knit a scarf for hours, you know), when I stumbled across a whole new section which probably started after the Bridget Jones Diary craze.

Bridget Jones was awesome, but this genre has become dangerously off limits material, almost like the romance section in the bookstore. It's always about the girl next door, who has to deal with her weight issues (but manages to lose 15.5 pounds from about of dysentry or a stint in jail in Thailand, haha), looking for THE ONE (Mark Darcy!), dealing with a BITCH in her life (sister, boss, neighbor, girl who steals the boyfriend), has to deal with a jerk (the ex who cheated, maybe the boss again, or the neighbor), yea, you get the picture. Nevertheless, I wasn't too crazy about attacking some serious books on a plane, so I went ahead and got myself a copy of the one that had raving reviews (it was a toss up between the Bergdorf Blondes and The Devil Wears Prada) and settled for TDWP.

In short, it sucks, and I am highly disappointed. I don't mind a fluffy plot, but it lacks wit and humor, and her An-dree-Ahs boyfriend does not appeal to me, neither does the dark brooding man in the shadows.

Maybe I should have stuck to knitting after all.

Snapshots

Arlington National Cemetery, VA

U.S. Capitol!

James and I

Seneca Rocks, West Virginia

White-water rafting

Blue Ridge Mountain, Shenendoah River, Country Road...

Cute Panda! Washington DC Zoo

The Family