Friday, February 09, 2007

Our new home


A Day in the life of FOOSH



There's so much going on I don't know where to start. Well, the fish above is named Foosh. He's my boss's fish, given to him by his part-time girlfriend. Since my boss has a busier schedule than our President and doesn't even live in Los Angeles, I have been fish-sitting. And in the process have learned more than I ever thought I'd know about the lovely betta spendens fish. This little guy has more personality than most people I know. I bought him a new plant for his apartment, (bowl,) bloodworms, (to a betta that's akin to filet mignon,) and a temperature strip sticker so I can monitor the water temp. I think he realized he's being spoiled by me and in return entertains me all day long with his funny fish antics.

For instance, he will wiggle like crazy when I start to walk up to the bowl. And if I ignore him for a while, (actually work,) he does little drive bys on his side waving one fin. My favorite behaviour of all is when he plays Hide N' Go Foosh. He burrows down and hides behind the temperature sticker, but unknowingly just a little part of his red fin is sticking up behind it. It's so funny. The highlight of my week, (I kid you not,) was when I came in Tuesday morning and he'd built a bubble nest. I got the same feeling as I imagine a parent gets when their 8 year old scores a soccer goal or something. I even hugged the bowl.

I realize someday I may have to go on meds.

In other news I've been waiting all week to hear if we got THE HOUSE we put an offer on last Saturday. We offered, they countered Tuesday, we countered Thursday morning and now we wait. And wait. And wait some more. My nerves are shot.

The house has 2 and a half bedrooms (inside joke) and 1 and a half baths. Great kitchen, yard and light. The payment is enough to buy a small country but we've been wanting to buy for 2 years now and this house seems right.

Last night I had a dream that the seller wouldn't accept our offer. We were walking through the house together and I would point out the popcorn ceiling (which isn't there in real life,) and he would say, "yeah so???" It was so frustrating.

Well it's 12:47 and no word from our realtor. The only thing that's keeping me calm is watching Foosh starting to blow new bubbles, for hopefully a lovely weekend project. I'm going to get him a little shell or something to play Hide N' Go Foosh this weekend. I'm also getting a long overdue facial tomorrow and getting together w/ my FBP (future business partner) to go over some plans for an upcoming party.

Will check in tomorrow.