New Fish: Named!

At our party on Saturday (which was awesome, by the way), we asked all the guests to write down a suggestion for the name of our new fish. We had about 60 suggestions to choose from.
There were obvious ones: Blue, Azul, Pretty Fish, Swimmy, Number Two
Themed ones: Toto, Tinman, Elmo, Grover, Blanche
Bizarre ones: Furfloogenheim, Schnitzel
Ones with special meaning to us: ZAPATOS!, Walter, Achmed, Rachel


But the one that I chose was. . . EL NINO!

El Nino still doesn't have a home. We're looking into getting him something for Christmas. He's just livin' it up, swimming around, getting fat. But he still looks like a shrimp next to morbidly obese Dorothy. That fish is so fat!

Well, that's odd.

I just want to let you know something. It is 10:30pm, I am in bed, and I hear a scraping sound outside of my bedroom window.

"What is that?" I mumble, incoherently.

Bleary-eyed, I peek out my blinds and I see my very odd roommate. Outside. Shoveling the walk. At 10:30 at night.

Please note: it only snowed about 1/4 inch today. It's not like we're going to be snowed in if we don't shovel the walk right this very minute.

I don't know what to do.

She's still out there.

Where did she get that shovel?

Something seems fishy about this.

I have a fish. A beautiful purple male betta fish named Dorothy. (I know that Dorothy is a girl's name but I let a room full of two-year-olds name him.)

Anyway, this morning I was cutting up an apple for breakfast when the most bizarre thing happened. Dorothy started flipping out! He was thrashing around in his bowl and then rammed into the side of the bowl three times in quick succession. He then floated up to the top of the bowl (belly-up) and I could see that his back was bent in a weird angle. He was dead. Dead, dead, dead. Sad, huh?

I left him in the bowl and went to work after letting my roommates know that they shouldn't look in the tank, and that I'd take care of it when I got home.

So, after work I called my sister and she thought it would be fun to take the boys to the pet store to get a new fish. We went to the "fish shop" and Jake helped pick out the new fish.

I got home tonight with my new fish ready to clean out the bowl and put the new (and unnamed) fish in his new home.

BUT DOROTHY WAS SWIMMING AROUND IN THE BOWL!

I would swear up and down that fish was dead this morning. My mom suggests that maybe running into the side of the bowl knocked him out for a few minutes and then he woke up after I had left. I'm just glad I didn't flush him right away.

So, now I have two fish. I can't put them in the same bowl or they will eat each other so the unnamed one is currently residing in a large glass vase on the kitchen counter.

Weird, huh?

Pathetic.

So when does "lazy" cross the line into "too lazy for words"?

Case in point: I was lying on the couch watching a movie with my roommate and eating popcorn (which, by the way, is my absolute favorite snack food). I got a little popcorn shell stuck in between my teeth. After trying unsuccessfully to get it out with my tongue, I got up off the couch, walked into the bathroom, grabbed my little floss-stick thing, walked back to the couch, laid back on the couch and proceeded to floss my teeth.

How lazy are you, Kim? You floss lying down? You can't stay on your feet for 20 seconds?

After that, I was so embarrassed by my actions that I had to run a lap around the parking lot to redeem myself.

Have you been elfed lately?

Check out this link:

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1172240457

Just me and my buddy.

I love my little guy.

Addition

When Jake was at my house this afternoon, he made a little addition to our Nativity.




I think it's perfect.

Gift Wrapping.

Amy, Jake, Zach, Mike, and I went to the Festival of Trees today. Afterward, Jake came over to my house to help me wrap presents and drink hot cocoa. Jake really liked puting on the bows.



Then he wanted to pose with all the other presents.

Hair!

I had an appointment to get my hair done next week, but they bumped me up and I got it done on Wednesday. It's so incredibly short! I love the color, but the cut is still growing on me. Quite literally. Here are some pics:







I know it looks weird that I'm looking off to the side, but I'm watching Jake climb up on the counter and eat cake with his hands.

Snow is not my favorite.

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