My fish Jim Stone, who I have kept for a year and a half has passed away. He died on my 23rd birthday, and I want to take up some web space to talk about him. Jim was the best fish I've ever owned. For one and a half years, Jim was my faithful best finned.
The day I picked him up at the store, I was looking at the stacks of betta fish in little containers, seeking the most energetic fish. Jim was just a common betta fish, not a fancy breed. He didn't have anything to set him apart
I had to find a place to put this story! It happened the other day, and I can't stop giggling about it!
I was at my boyfriend's house in the afternoon, and he was at work. My apartment doesn't have a washing machine, so I had brought over a bunch of dirty clothes to put in his washer and dryer. He has a roommate, but his roommate was working too. They were both working a music contest, and they would be gone all day.
I planned on going to the contest later, but it
Today was our Christmas band concert—my first one to conduct at and teach for. It went alright. I was kind of worried about it last week, but they're just children. Whatever happens, they're just kids. The kids did alright today.
Yesterday I went to a staff party with my boyfriend's staff. I made "spinach dip puffs". I made up the recipe on a whim, and they were a big hit! I made 95 of them, and there were like 12 left in the morning!
At the party, he accidentally
It's probably not for the better, but it feels like it is. For now.
There are so many paths we can take, and two different paths could end at the same destination—at least in appearance. Perhaps in one version, you would keep your soul in the end and find the narrow way to eternal life. In the other version, you would lose it. To other people, it may look exactly the same. Only you and God would know who you followed in the end.
That's kind of the problem I'm having.
From the INFP confession thread:
I went to a conference for new music teachers yesterday. Being around my friends and colleagues and hearing their experiences made me realize that, wow, I'm not satisfied at work!
1. The school hasn't had a full-time assistant band director in ~30 years. As far as anyone knows, I'm just a teaching assistant—as in, not a full teacher, who is properly degreed and thoroughly educated. Some of the students still don't think I'm an actual