My first murder?

Earlier this week one of my fish died. It was the first of mine to hede to the call to that big fish tank in the sky.

Months ago I received my first fish tank. Nothing major just your standard 50 gallon tank. It has thou become my obsession. My next goal/wish is for a big 120 gallon one. Granted they are some work, but so beautiful and peaceful to watch.

Update I had two deaths in one week. Sigh I blame myself and feel horrible. I put live plants in it a few weeks ago and had got a CO2 tank, an upgrade from a 2 liter bottle with sugar-water and yeast. I only turn the tank on a few hours at a very small bubble a day. I guess at some point one day it started throwing a lot of CO2 into the water. And I almost killed all of them with poisoning. Poor things even the bottom feeders were at the surface sucking air.

Guilty Pleasures

I have a confession.

Not sure if I should be sharing this with the world but I think I need to get it off my chest.

Okay here goes!

I lOVE 90’s R&B, and when I say that I mean in the most Barry White kind of way. The old dirty gettin it on kind of 90’s soul R&B.

I don’t know what it is about some old Keith Sweat or R. Kelly. I guess it never really hit me that I might know all the words to most of their songs. Or just might have had most of the albums. And as a very white girls, one might think I would get strange looks at the red light singing in harmony with Jodeci.

But I’m here to say I don’t care world. Think of me as you must. Consider this me shouting my love from the roof tops.

So

baby baby baby,

baby baby baby,

baby baby baby

They are close to me just like my motha, close to me just like my fatha.