Update

So, it so you know, I currently have 8 posts in draft form on here that I just need to finish and publish. I was dealing with the end of the semester, the last semester of my Pathway program, in fact, and have been bogged down with projects and finals and make-up work (oh my!) so I simply didn't have time/mental capacity to blog for real. 

BUT......

I FINISHED TONIGHT!!!!! Yeah, dawg!!! 

You seriously. Cannot believe. How. STOKED. I. AM.

ITS DONE AND OVER AND I NEVER HAVE TO DO ANOTHER APOSTLE WRITE-UP EVER AGAIN!!!! 

WOOOOHOOOO!!!!

So. Um. Yeah. Lots of blogging to come. Also: adventures at the lake with the Steph, Greg, and the babies! Lots of awesomeness on deck.

It's finally summer for me!

My Fish are Dead. Here is Their Memorial Service.

Uh-oh.

I think my fish are dead.

Not my real fish. I don't even have real fish. My virtual blog fish. Up there ^^^^, in the right corner. They either became ninja fish and we can no longer see them, or they died.

I feel quite sad about this. I killed virtual fish. I mean, who does that? 

I feel like we should have a funeral or something.


A FUNERAL FOR MY VIRTUAL FISH.
*Ah-hem.*

What is a Pet

A pet is such a special friend,
A friend in many ways.
Sharing love and companionship,
Just looking for your praise.

The clever things they often do
Bring a smile to your face;
And so to them I dedicate,
This small but special place... 

We are all here today in remembrance of the adorable fish that haunted my blog. Some of my favorite virtual memories are of the times I tried to get rid of blogging-block by seeing just how fast I could click and feed those fish. Would the fish explode if I fed them too much? Would they mind if I threw the food right on top of them? Alas, no. And not just because they were a simply designed widget, but because that kind of bond. That all give and no take. We gave them pixels of fish food, and they gave us joy.

Mark Twain once said, "Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy, you must have somebody to divide it with." I feel as though I may break beneath the mountain sorrow my dear fish have left behind for me. I shall never feel joy again now that they aren't there to share it with me.

Oh, fishies. Will you ever know the endless minutes of enjoyment you've given us all? Will you know how much you shall be missed? The idea of having to install a new widget to spruce up my blog saddens me so deeply.

I hope you are happy in the big internet server in the sky. I'll miss you every time I remember to think about you. Goodbye, fish friends.

The Won't Leave Me Alone

You know what's haunting me these days?

UGH.

So, you probably know, but a few months ago a super pleasant documentary came out called "Black Fish." What was it about? KILLER WHALES. And it caused this huge frenzy all over the internet and media, about how Sea World wasn't taking care of their murderous beast fish.

So, naturally, there were clips of Black Fish all over TV. There were pictures and links being shared all over Facebook and the internet.

No where was safe.

What has Sea World done? Made tons of backfire commercials, of course! Featuring, you guessed it, the blood-thirsty Shamoo and devious friends, accompanied by emotional instrumental music and trainers talking about their loving relationships with the 9 ton aquatic murders.

It's awful.

Half the time during commercial breaks, I have my face buried in a pillow or my arm, but I can never escape those first few glimpses of black and white flesh...

It's those teeth...

Ugh.

Sea World, keep your death fish to yourself. Nobody wants to see that.