I HAVE to pass on some colloquialisms from one of my classmates. She is from Wisconsin, and they actually say these things.
1) It's colder than a witches tit.
2) I'm so hungry I could eat the a**hole off a skunk. (That IS hungry.)
3) It's raining like a cow pi**ing on a flat rock.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Wow! What a Trip!
I just finished three incredible weeks of massage training. I learned some AWESOME stuff. Can't wait to try it out on all you folks!
Our "graduation" from the 200 hour course was a Native American-ish ceremony in a big TeePee. It was CO-OLD until the fire got going. The festivities went on until the wee hours of the morning. And of course it was very emotional. There was a LOT of estrogen flying--with eight women and one man in the class. (He became one of the girls after awhile!) Two of my class mates and the instructor were certifiably insane, so it was a wild ride. (Yeah I know you classmates are wondering which of you I classify that way. HA!)
I'm having trouble posting pix. I'll keep trying!
So... I didn't leave for Tennessee as planned when I last blogged. Seems I can't make plans more than a few days in advance, recently.
"He" scheduled the divorce hearing for...YESTERDAY, without consulting me or my attorney. (Did he KNOW I was in California going to massage school? Of course! WHY would he schedule the hearing for that day when he KNEW I'd be gone? Your guess is as good as mine!) My attorney got a notice from the court a couple of weeks in advance, so moved the hearing date. I have not heard from him yet when it will be, but I asked him to schedule it for May.
And when I explained to my landlord what was going on, she agreed to let me pay half rent (and owe the rest) one more month. That way I won't have to go out there twice (to move out of the house and then again to get divorced. Yes, I do have to appear, since we were unable to settle.)
So... I am waiting to hear when the divorce date is set for, and then I will make a decision about when to leave here. I'll come back and stay with my mom and sister's family until July (Watsu). In the mean time, I will study for the national exam, and (as I blogged before) I can work in CA with the training I now have.
One of the ladies I was in class with this week has a day spa with two massage stations. She said I could work there a couple of days a week (its a couple of hours away.) And there is another lady in the town where the school is who is not interested in massaging men. We are in discussion about my possibly taking up her slack a couple of days a week. (Mom's county requires a background check, which takes six weeks, but after that I can work in the area. Tennessee also requires a background check, so that part will be done when I apply for my license there.)
This week I was certified in Native American Hot Stone therapy (way fun) and Chair Shiatsu (office massage--an incredible routine!). We also had training in Craniosacral Therapy (in which I did NOT excel, but I will get it...) and Myofascial Release.
I am very eager to begin my healing work. (Dr. Ahern says, "We are not healers. We are facilitators of healing." It is a higher power that does the healing through our touch.) I have learned some AWESOME stuff (did I say that?). I'm very much looking forward to Watsu in July.
The kids are doing wonderfully. My sister is taking great care of them, emotionally and physically! I'm glad to be off school for awhile and present to care for them myself. I have really missed them!
Love to all!
Our "graduation" from the 200 hour course was a Native American-ish ceremony in a big TeePee. It was CO-OLD until the fire got going. The festivities went on until the wee hours of the morning. And of course it was very emotional. There was a LOT of estrogen flying--with eight women and one man in the class. (He became one of the girls after awhile!) Two of my class mates and the instructor were certifiably insane, so it was a wild ride. (Yeah I know you classmates are wondering which of you I classify that way. HA!)
I'm having trouble posting pix. I'll keep trying!
So... I didn't leave for Tennessee as planned when I last blogged. Seems I can't make plans more than a few days in advance, recently.
"He" scheduled the divorce hearing for...YESTERDAY, without consulting me or my attorney. (Did he KNOW I was in California going to massage school? Of course! WHY would he schedule the hearing for that day when he KNEW I'd be gone? Your guess is as good as mine!) My attorney got a notice from the court a couple of weeks in advance, so moved the hearing date. I have not heard from him yet when it will be, but I asked him to schedule it for May.
And when I explained to my landlord what was going on, she agreed to let me pay half rent (and owe the rest) one more month. That way I won't have to go out there twice (to move out of the house and then again to get divorced. Yes, I do have to appear, since we were unable to settle.)
So... I am waiting to hear when the divorce date is set for, and then I will make a decision about when to leave here. I'll come back and stay with my mom and sister's family until July (Watsu). In the mean time, I will study for the national exam, and (as I blogged before) I can work in CA with the training I now have.
One of the ladies I was in class with this week has a day spa with two massage stations. She said I could work there a couple of days a week (its a couple of hours away.) And there is another lady in the town where the school is who is not interested in massaging men. We are in discussion about my possibly taking up her slack a couple of days a week. (Mom's county requires a background check, which takes six weeks, but after that I can work in the area. Tennessee also requires a background check, so that part will be done when I apply for my license there.)
This week I was certified in Native American Hot Stone therapy (way fun) and Chair Shiatsu (office massage--an incredible routine!). We also had training in Craniosacral Therapy (in which I did NOT excel, but I will get it...) and Myofascial Release.
I am very eager to begin my healing work. (Dr. Ahern says, "We are not healers. We are facilitators of healing." It is a higher power that does the healing through our touch.) I have learned some AWESOME stuff (did I say that?). I'm very much looking forward to Watsu in July.
The kids are doing wonderfully. My sister is taking great care of them, emotionally and physically! I'm glad to be off school for awhile and present to care for them myself. I have really missed them!
Love to all!
Friday, April 6, 2007
Change of Plans
Change of plans 4/6/07
Welll....
It seems my plans have taken an unexpected turn. I'll be staying in CA for awhile longer than I thought.
"He" is paying half the amount ordered by the court, and I can not make it work in Tennessee. So I am postponing the last three weeks of school to go out there to move out of my rent house and put my things in storage. I'll stay at my sister's house until the divorce is final, and then see what God has in store for me.
I am "manifesting" moving back to Tennessee in the fall. There is a place in Midtown I have been coveting for a couple of years. Maybe it will go on the market when I am ready to come back. Hold that prayer for me!!
I have made arrangements to take the last week of this course in June and the Watsu in July. Hopefully the divorce will be final by then, and I'll better know what my situation is. In the meantime, I can work in California, even before taking the classes in June and July.
I'll bring my table and do as many massages as I can fit in while I am there! Email me if you want to "set up an appointment!"
this is not as scary for me as it sounds. I'm not stuck, just delayed. Keep white light headed my way, please!
Welll....
It seems my plans have taken an unexpected turn. I'll be staying in CA for awhile longer than I thought.
"He" is paying half the amount ordered by the court, and I can not make it work in Tennessee. So I am postponing the last three weeks of school to go out there to move out of my rent house and put my things in storage. I'll stay at my sister's house until the divorce is final, and then see what God has in store for me.
I am "manifesting" moving back to Tennessee in the fall. There is a place in Midtown I have been coveting for a couple of years. Maybe it will go on the market when I am ready to come back. Hold that prayer for me!!
I have made arrangements to take the last week of this course in June and the Watsu in July. Hopefully the divorce will be final by then, and I'll better know what my situation is. In the meantime, I can work in California, even before taking the classes in June and July.
I'll bring my table and do as many massages as I can fit in while I am there! Email me if you want to "set up an appointment!"
this is not as scary for me as it sounds. I'm not stuck, just delayed. Keep white light headed my way, please!
Friday, March 30, 2007
Incidental Tourists
Our plans for my week off shifted somewhat when Louise's friend called and said that Louise could not come visit because her sister was in the hospital. (She's okay now, "okay" being a relative term. She is twelve and is a brittle diabetic, but they got her through her crisis.)
But we did get off on Monday and headed North to Grass Valley, the city of my nativity. (We passed the hospital where I was born.) We toured the Empire Mine State Historic Park, then went down to Coloma to the site where the Gold Rush began. We spent considerable time in the museum and gift shop. It started sprinkling just as we approached (on foot) the spot on the American River where Marshall found a "half-pea size" piece of gold. By the time we reached the old Sutter's Mill site, it was seriously beginning to rain. I sent the kids toward the shelter of the bathrooms and ran back to get the car, as the deluge began. We decided not to set up camp, but rather to go in to Placerville for dinner.
At the Taco Bell in Placerville, I saw my current favorite silly sign. "Please make sure you are wearing a shirt and shoes before entering." I was relieved to note that I was, indeed, wearing both, but was grateful for the reminder to check before entering the establishment. (My all time favorite silly sign is a note on a plastic bag: "To avoid danger of suffocation keep away from babies and small children." I've been wary of babies and small children ever since. It had never occurred to me before, having children of my own who are NOT homicidal, that the threat of being suffocated was so high around them.)
We spent the night at a nice KOA, then picked Louise up and went down to the Jelly Belly factory the next morning. Carlson started throwing up on the way down, so he and I stayed in the car. (I did learn, about twenty years ago, to always keep a "barf bucket" handy in the car. I've rarely had it used, but have always been glad it was on hand when the occasion for use has arisen!!)The other children had a great time. Carlson was SO sweet and understanding about not being able to go in; he didn't even cry. Then we went down to the Bay Area, to a Lego store. (Dallas REALLY wanted to go to Portland,OR for the Lego Brickfest, but it starts today and I start class in the morning near Yosemite.) The Lego store was a poor consolation to begin with, but an even bigger disappointment because the Pick-a-Brick was scantily populated. We drove through San Francisco (the kids had NO desire to spend any time there. What is THAT about? I love the place) and crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, passed San Quentin (where I spent part of my childhood; see poem this blogsite) and went on back up to Sacramento. We are semi-quarantined because of Carlson's illness. Don't want to get cousin Louise sick, susceptible as she is. (Yes my dau and my sis's dau have the same name!)
I leave this evening and start school tomorrow morning. I'm very much looking forward to it. This is the 300 hours in 22.5 days. It will be very intense, I'm sure, but it sounds like the courses are well-presented for easy absorption. At any rate, the real training comes through practice, practice, practice.
Love to all!
But we did get off on Monday and headed North to Grass Valley, the city of my nativity. (We passed the hospital where I was born.) We toured the Empire Mine State Historic Park, then went down to Coloma to the site where the Gold Rush began. We spent considerable time in the museum and gift shop. It started sprinkling just as we approached (on foot) the spot on the American River where Marshall found a "half-pea size" piece of gold. By the time we reached the old Sutter's Mill site, it was seriously beginning to rain. I sent the kids toward the shelter of the bathrooms and ran back to get the car, as the deluge began. We decided not to set up camp, but rather to go in to Placerville for dinner.
At the Taco Bell in Placerville, I saw my current favorite silly sign. "Please make sure you are wearing a shirt and shoes before entering." I was relieved to note that I was, indeed, wearing both, but was grateful for the reminder to check before entering the establishment. (My all time favorite silly sign is a note on a plastic bag: "To avoid danger of suffocation keep away from babies and small children." I've been wary of babies and small children ever since. It had never occurred to me before, having children of my own who are NOT homicidal, that the threat of being suffocated was so high around them.)
We spent the night at a nice KOA, then picked Louise up and went down to the Jelly Belly factory the next morning. Carlson started throwing up on the way down, so he and I stayed in the car. (I did learn, about twenty years ago, to always keep a "barf bucket" handy in the car. I've rarely had it used, but have always been glad it was on hand when the occasion for use has arisen!!)The other children had a great time. Carlson was SO sweet and understanding about not being able to go in; he didn't even cry. Then we went down to the Bay Area, to a Lego store. (Dallas REALLY wanted to go to Portland,OR for the Lego Brickfest, but it starts today and I start class in the morning near Yosemite.) The Lego store was a poor consolation to begin with, but an even bigger disappointment because the Pick-a-Brick was scantily populated. We drove through San Francisco (the kids had NO desire to spend any time there. What is THAT about? I love the place) and crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, passed San Quentin (where I spent part of my childhood; see poem this blogsite) and went on back up to Sacramento. We are semi-quarantined because of Carlson's illness. Don't want to get cousin Louise sick, susceptible as she is. (Yes my dau and my sis's dau have the same name!)
I leave this evening and start school tomorrow morning. I'm very much looking forward to it. This is the 300 hours in 22.5 days. It will be very intense, I'm sure, but it sounds like the courses are well-presented for easy absorption. At any rate, the real training comes through practice, practice, practice.
Love to all!
Sunday, March 25, 2007
2nd Week of Shiatsu
Went wonderfully. The class was half the size of Shiatsu One--ten students, nine of whom I knew already.
I got sick on Tuesday--cold or allergies. Wednesday one of the practioners gave me a Moxa treatment (incense-ish sorta thing treating the points.) She treated me just as class was starting and told me, "This will probably knock you out for two or three hours. Just let that happen.) I dozed off just after she finished the treatment, and was TOTALLY OUT for the whole day. I woke a few times and thought, "Oh, wow, that was a really restful...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..." Then I'd wake a few hours later. I was IN the classroom, with class going on as usual (lots of laughing and moving around) and could not rouse myself. I managed to stay awake for enough of lunch to eat a few bites, but I have no idea what I ate. I slept all night and woke feeling INCREDIBLY refreshed.
Shinzo told me to do it again the next day, but I did not want to miss another day of class. He said my kidney meridian is very "Yin" and I need to Moxa myself every day to bring it into balance. He says I will not sleep as much after subsequent treatments. He says my energy level will be much improved when I've brought the meridian into balance--and it will likely relieve some of my depression and anxiety. The kidney meridian governs fear, and waking early in the morning with a feeling of dread is a symptom of imbalance. (I'm in good shape on meds, but that was my most troubling symptom.) This is my first effort at understanding Chinese medicine, and it is amazing to me how much of it makes sense, or proves iteslf in my life empirically.
Friday morning we did a full massage from memory--no coaching from Shinzo--for our final. I remembered a lot more than I thought I would (especially missing the whole day of class. (I did have to ask for help on the body area I missed)) My "client" said I did a great job, so that's affirming. Shinzo gave me lots of compliments, too.
I have this week off. I report to Ahern's for 300 hours in 22.5 days on Saturday morning. I leave there on a Sunday at noon (three weeks later) and report back to the School of S & M that same evening. So, unless my sister brings the kids down to see me, I won't see them for a month! (whine)
I also may not get a chance to blog during that time.... And I have misplaced the disposable camera with my pics on it. I'll try to post them this week.
The kids and I are going camping in Gold Country the next few days. Their cousin does not get to come with us because her grandparents are visiting from Tennessee--so that's a disappointment. We may also go tour the Jelly Belly factory. My brother in law says its a really fun tour, and its FREE!!
Thanks for keeping up with me. The site tells me how many times my profile has been viewed, and its nice to know so may people are checking in on me!
I carry your love and good wishes for me in my heart!
I got sick on Tuesday--cold or allergies. Wednesday one of the practioners gave me a Moxa treatment (incense-ish sorta thing treating the points.) She treated me just as class was starting and told me, "This will probably knock you out for two or three hours. Just let that happen.) I dozed off just after she finished the treatment, and was TOTALLY OUT for the whole day. I woke a few times and thought, "Oh, wow, that was a really restful...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..." Then I'd wake a few hours later. I was IN the classroom, with class going on as usual (lots of laughing and moving around) and could not rouse myself. I managed to stay awake for enough of lunch to eat a few bites, but I have no idea what I ate. I slept all night and woke feeling INCREDIBLY refreshed.
Shinzo told me to do it again the next day, but I did not want to miss another day of class. He said my kidney meridian is very "Yin" and I need to Moxa myself every day to bring it into balance. He says I will not sleep as much after subsequent treatments. He says my energy level will be much improved when I've brought the meridian into balance--and it will likely relieve some of my depression and anxiety. The kidney meridian governs fear, and waking early in the morning with a feeling of dread is a symptom of imbalance. (I'm in good shape on meds, but that was my most troubling symptom.) This is my first effort at understanding Chinese medicine, and it is amazing to me how much of it makes sense, or proves iteslf in my life empirically.
Friday morning we did a full massage from memory--no coaching from Shinzo--for our final. I remembered a lot more than I thought I would (especially missing the whole day of class. (I did have to ask for help on the body area I missed)) My "client" said I did a great job, so that's affirming. Shinzo gave me lots of compliments, too.
I have this week off. I report to Ahern's for 300 hours in 22.5 days on Saturday morning. I leave there on a Sunday at noon (three weeks later) and report back to the School of S & M that same evening. So, unless my sister brings the kids down to see me, I won't see them for a month! (whine)
I also may not get a chance to blog during that time.... And I have misplaced the disposable camera with my pics on it. I'll try to post them this week.
The kids and I are going camping in Gold Country the next few days. Their cousin does not get to come with us because her grandparents are visiting from Tennessee--so that's a disappointment. We may also go tour the Jelly Belly factory. My brother in law says its a really fun tour, and its FREE!!
Thanks for keeping up with me. The site tells me how many times my profile has been viewed, and its nice to know so may people are checking in on me!
I carry your love and good wishes for me in my heart!
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Driving My Life Away
So we made it to CA!
(Helpful hint: Best rest areas between TN and CA: Amarillo-ish, TX and Sky City-ish, NM)
We left Monday morning around seven. I know, I KNOW!! I said we were leaving Friday. But then I decided to let Louise go to the Recon, so we couldn't leave until Saturday night, and then I decided that that was just plain crazy and we might as well go to church on Sunday and leave that afternoon. BUT I just couldn't get myself in gear. So we left Monday morning. And drove and drove and drove. Even though I do this trip roughly every two or three years, I forget how FAR it is. My goal was to make it to Albuquerque, but I only got as far as Santa Rosa (is that right? Santa Rosa? anyway some big town before Alb.) before I had to crash.
Reminder Note to Self: I AM ALLERGIC TO NEW MEXICO. I woke about two hours after settling down to sleep, with a frightful sneezing attack. (Dallas said I sounded like a typhoon, and Louise described it as a "sonic boom") I was absolutely miserable all day. We spent the next night in Holbrook, AZ, and I was much improved. Fine now that we are in CA.
We spent most of the day Tuesday just kinda hanging out, since I had rendezvous(es) with friends in the evening. We went up to Santa Fe, and I gave the kids a brief tour of Trauma Camp. (Louise and Dallas were so interested in where their mother had spent a month in "rehab" that they stayed in the car.) I only saw one staff member I knew, and she didn't remember me. All the good ones are gone. Ha.
I did get to visit with my therapist from Trauma Camp (who is in private practice now in Santa Fe.) It was great to catch up with her. She is way cool. Even Louise thought so (she deigned to go in to meet her, even though she had asked if she could just stay in the car). Then we went back down in to Alb. to see my bestest friend from treatment. We had dinner together and they were mopping the restaurant before we noticed it was time to go. LOL. Her husband kept the kids entertained with stories of his world travels, and with thoughtful questions about themselves, and with games of 20 Questions.... They all loved him. And the food was great. (Helpful Hint: Best New Mexican style mexican food: Padilla's. It's just off hiway 40, and worth the stop. Dallas asked if we could eat there on our way home!)
The rest of the trip is pretty much a blur of driving and driving and driving. Punctuated by Louise getting her first traffic violation citation. (84 in a 75, but he just gave her a warning). I had JUST told her to slow down as she was going NINETY. See, the thing is that we had to get new tires on the big van, and now it doesn't sound like it's about to fall apart when you hit seventy. It just keeps gliding along, faster and faster....
We got in at about ten last night, and the kids had to watch American Idol with their cousin Leah (Tivo) and we had to put everyone's height on the chart. It is official: Dallas is now taller than Leah. (She is still, and I believe ALWAYS will be, two weeks older.)
I start class on Sunday at the freaky new age school. Can't WAIT. There will be a "new moon celebration in the lower pool" while I am there. I'm eager to check out what that's about. (There will be a full moon celeb when I am there in late April, so that's way cool, too.) I'm sooo excited about exploring a totally foreign culture while I'm there. It's like I'm going to Japan or something!
Thanks again to all who helped me get here. I'll do my best to keep you blogged!
(Helpful hint: Best rest areas between TN and CA: Amarillo-ish, TX and Sky City-ish, NM)
We left Monday morning around seven. I know, I KNOW!! I said we were leaving Friday. But then I decided to let Louise go to the Recon, so we couldn't leave until Saturday night, and then I decided that that was just plain crazy and we might as well go to church on Sunday and leave that afternoon. BUT I just couldn't get myself in gear. So we left Monday morning. And drove and drove and drove. Even though I do this trip roughly every two or three years, I forget how FAR it is. My goal was to make it to Albuquerque, but I only got as far as Santa Rosa (is that right? Santa Rosa? anyway some big town before Alb.) before I had to crash.
Reminder Note to Self: I AM ALLERGIC TO NEW MEXICO. I woke about two hours after settling down to sleep, with a frightful sneezing attack. (Dallas said I sounded like a typhoon, and Louise described it as a "sonic boom") I was absolutely miserable all day. We spent the next night in Holbrook, AZ, and I was much improved. Fine now that we are in CA.
We spent most of the day Tuesday just kinda hanging out, since I had rendezvous(es) with friends in the evening. We went up to Santa Fe, and I gave the kids a brief tour of Trauma Camp. (Louise and Dallas were so interested in where their mother had spent a month in "rehab" that they stayed in the car.) I only saw one staff member I knew, and she didn't remember me. All the good ones are gone. Ha.
I did get to visit with my therapist from Trauma Camp (who is in private practice now in Santa Fe.) It was great to catch up with her. She is way cool. Even Louise thought so (she deigned to go in to meet her, even though she had asked if she could just stay in the car). Then we went back down in to Alb. to see my bestest friend from treatment. We had dinner together and they were mopping the restaurant before we noticed it was time to go. LOL. Her husband kept the kids entertained with stories of his world travels, and with thoughtful questions about themselves, and with games of 20 Questions.... They all loved him. And the food was great. (Helpful Hint: Best New Mexican style mexican food: Padilla's. It's just off hiway 40, and worth the stop. Dallas asked if we could eat there on our way home!)
The rest of the trip is pretty much a blur of driving and driving and driving. Punctuated by Louise getting her first traffic violation citation. (84 in a 75, but he just gave her a warning). I had JUST told her to slow down as she was going NINETY. See, the thing is that we had to get new tires on the big van, and now it doesn't sound like it's about to fall apart when you hit seventy. It just keeps gliding along, faster and faster....
We got in at about ten last night, and the kids had to watch American Idol with their cousin Leah (Tivo) and we had to put everyone's height on the chart. It is official: Dallas is now taller than Leah. (She is still, and I believe ALWAYS will be, two weeks older.)
I start class on Sunday at the freaky new age school. Can't WAIT. There will be a "new moon celebration in the lower pool" while I am there. I'm eager to check out what that's about. (There will be a full moon celeb when I am there in late April, so that's way cool, too.) I'm sooo excited about exploring a totally foreign culture while I'm there. It's like I'm going to Japan or something!
Thanks again to all who helped me get here. I'll do my best to keep you blogged!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
The Dating Game
So...
I brought home this...uh...fish, about a month ago. Carlson was with me getting crickets for the Gecko at Petco, and he really, REALLY needed a fish. (And I love my aquarium but have not set it up in this house because I'm only here "temporarily" for the past three years, but that's another blog.) So I bought this pretty male Betta and little Betta tank & rocks and the whole nine yards for, well, believe it or not, $9. And Carlson named him "Carlson" (four is the age of narcissism....come to think of it, male is the age of narcissism, but that's another blog)
So last week, while at Petco getting crickets for the Gecko, I noticed they have female Bettas. Now you can NOT put two males together or they will fight to the death, but a female...well...
So I pick out a female of the same pretty blue, grab a "care sheet" and head home with my new pet and fodder for the old "pet" (and I use the term loosely regarding the Gecko, but that's another...). I get home, and read the "care sheet" and it says. DO NOT PUT A FEMALE BETTA IN WITH A MALE. But it doesn't say why. So okay.....
And we cant find the little divider thing that came with the Betta tank. So I devise this REALLY cool way to have them together, but separated. I put her in a half-gallon canning jar, INSIDE a clear glass cookie jar sort of thing (prolly 1 1/2 gal), with him in it. So he can swim all the way around her, but not get to her. I thought (still think) it looked really cool.
So what does he do? He starts courting her. Which is really amazing. He got VERY colorful. And spread out his fins elegantly and did a little dance over and over. So I get online and look up "breeding Bettas." And....she is responding to his advances. Turned a kinda gold color and swimming with her head down.
The site also says that there will be anywhere from 200 to 500 spawn and after a couple of weeks you have to separate them--each one in its own jar. And we are leaving in a couple of weeks. >sigh< So, not knowing what to do, I do nothing for a couple of days. Then I decide I better let nature take its course. What would happen to all her eggs (she's big with eggs but wont let them go until they do their thing)...no one is saying. Meanwhile he is steadily building a bubble nest, and dancing for our lady.
So last night I dumped her in with him and he chased her around, but didn't beat her up (as the site said he would...tear her fins & stuff).
But this morning, she is dead. >sigh< She looks fine--no torn fins. But dead as a doornail. So did *I* kill her by not letting her in with him soon enough? Or what.....
Moral: Read the Care Sheet BEFORE bringing home your new pet. Or...playing matchmaker is a dangerous game.
I brought home this...uh...fish, about a month ago. Carlson was with me getting crickets for the Gecko at Petco, and he really, REALLY needed a fish. (And I love my aquarium but have not set it up in this house because I'm only here "temporarily" for the past three years, but that's another blog.) So I bought this pretty male Betta and little Betta tank & rocks and the whole nine yards for, well, believe it or not, $9. And Carlson named him "Carlson" (four is the age of narcissism....come to think of it, male is the age of narcissism, but that's another blog)
So last week, while at Petco getting crickets for the Gecko, I noticed they have female Bettas. Now you can NOT put two males together or they will fight to the death, but a female...well...
So I pick out a female of the same pretty blue, grab a "care sheet" and head home with my new pet and fodder for the old "pet" (and I use the term loosely regarding the Gecko, but that's another...). I get home, and read the "care sheet" and it says. DO NOT PUT A FEMALE BETTA IN WITH A MALE. But it doesn't say why. So okay.....
And we cant find the little divider thing that came with the Betta tank. So I devise this REALLY cool way to have them together, but separated. I put her in a half-gallon canning jar, INSIDE a clear glass cookie jar sort of thing (prolly 1 1/2 gal), with him in it. So he can swim all the way around her, but not get to her. I thought (still think) it looked really cool.
So what does he do? He starts courting her. Which is really amazing. He got VERY colorful. And spread out his fins elegantly and did a little dance over and over. So I get online and look up "breeding Bettas." And....she is responding to his advances. Turned a kinda gold color and swimming with her head down.
The site also says that there will be anywhere from 200 to 500 spawn and after a couple of weeks you have to separate them--each one in its own jar. And we are leaving in a couple of weeks. >sigh< So, not knowing what to do, I do nothing for a couple of days. Then I decide I better let nature take its course. What would happen to all her eggs (she's big with eggs but wont let them go until they do their thing)...no one is saying. Meanwhile he is steadily building a bubble nest, and dancing for our lady.
So last night I dumped her in with him and he chased her around, but didn't beat her up (as the site said he would...tear her fins & stuff).
But this morning, she is dead. >sigh< She looks fine--no torn fins. But dead as a doornail. So did *I* kill her by not letting her in with him soon enough? Or what.....
Moral: Read the Care Sheet BEFORE bringing home your new pet. Or...playing matchmaker is a dangerous game.
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