galloning

Dad sent me a pic of his tank this morning. I got him five big swords plus water sprite along with six rainbows! Two New Guinea reds, two bosemanis, and two ornate rainbows. Plus he got the two commons out of there and I got him two long fin albino bristle nose plecs and a panama red BN plec. Can’t wait till I can get over there and work on scaping it more, but looks like my dad didn’t do too bad! Hopefully in a couple weeks I’ll get to head over there
Gonna also get him some loaches

21477) I lose a lot of hydration when I purge. I recently had a dream about drinking gallons of water because I went to bed so thirsty.

plugs sink

fills with soda

puts like 3 whole gallon of ice cream in it

alright alright alright alright alright alright 

The ten gallon B) soon it’ll have a betta, an alge eater (not pleco I believe its a tiny non aggressive one can’t remember the name) and more Neon tetras!! .I only got four for now, but next time I’ll get 2 more so the school is bigger. I just did what the petsmart lady said~ I’m gunna get an older betta again, but he wont go here. Wraith will, because he’s very docile. I put the snail in Wraith’s tank and he poked it once, not even flaring, just poked it, decided it wasn’t interesting, then said its time for dinner dad When I go back, I’ll probably get more plants and hiding spots, to make them feel better. This was all Petsmart had at the moment :c however that log is great, and the tetras have already staked claim! I love my fish children B)

  • [drinks a gallon, or maybe two, of The Fluid straight out of this weird hawk-shaped glass shaped exactly like a hawk]
  • me:Hmm! It's refreshing and cool.
  • [does it again]
  • me:Hmm! It's refreshing and cool.

You know what would be super fun but I’m honestly not going to do it?

Turning the 29 gallon into a planted betta paradise. Picture this: thick sand, lush plant growth, LED light making rippling patterns on the floor in front of the tank, but where are the inhabitants? Who lives in this verdant forest? 

One tiny, angry wiggle.

FAGGOT BEING HOME SKOOLED IN WEST VIRGINIA CONSISTED OF EVERY ADULT MALE COCK FUCKING HIM UP THE ASS OR DOWN THE THROAT FROM 8 YEARS OLD ON…. HIS FATHER TOLD HIM HE HAD AN ‘AURA’ OF A FAGGOT THAT ALL REAL MEN OF ANY AGE COULD SMELL AND HE WAS TO GIVE N IMMEDIATELY - GET NAKED IMMEDIATELY - FALL 2 HIS FAG KNEES IMMEDIATELY - HIS FULL BODY N SPIRIT - COMPLETELY READY 4 ANY MAN WHO OPENED HIS ZIPPER… EVEN IF IT HAPPENED 2 B JUST SWALLOWING A FEW GALLONS OF PISS IN A STALL AT A DINER HE SHOULD OBEY…….OR IT MIGHT GET DANGEROUS…. AND HE MIGHT GET HIT HARD…… “BETTER 2 GIVE IN RIGHT AWAY AND LEARN HOW 2 GET BETTER AT WHAT MEN NEED U FOR” DAD TOLD HIM…. HE BECAME THE BOY STAR OF MORGANTOWN….

Hubby bought me a pint of ice cream on Valentine’s Day because I said I wanted some.  I didn’t get to eat it because I had to house sit last week, and he ended up eating it while I was gone.  I was sad he did but I bought a half gallon of my favorite, cookies & cream.  I got two servings of it - half of a small coffee mug each time - and apparently he finished off the damn carton on Wednesday with a huge bowl AND DIDN’T TELL ME. So I got super excited to get some tonight and IT WASN’T THERE.

THERE WAS HALF A CARTON LEFT.

I’ve told him he’s in the dog house until he buys me some more.  And while I am halfway joking, I am also very serious.

Do not mess with a woman’s ice cream when she’s still on her period.  EVER.

An update on the chart because I’ve found a lot of new volumes, specifically the dimensions for SWF’s dolphin nursery. It should be no surprise that it’s the smallest dolphin habitat in North America. At only a little bit over 150,000 gallons, it is 50,000 gallons smaller than Six Flag’s Ocean Discovery habitat. Yikes. And to think they often have upwards of 5 dolphins in there. Honestly this should not be legal. Realistically speaking, the minimum volume for a grouping of 2 dolphins should be around 500,000. Ideally you shouldn’t be able to house less than 4 BND’s together and they would need a habitat of at least 1,000,000. But that doesn’t seem like something that could happen.  

So anyway now I just need Sealife park’s volumes and I can finally find a semi-accurate average of North America’s public dolphin tanks. 

Also on the side are my BWP2.0 goals based on park attendance and the availability of an open water filtration system. Before you deem those numbers impossible, remember the largest swimming pool in the world is 66,000,000. 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for fat burning? Specifically for the stomach area... Either diet changes or exercise. I was gonna ask you on your fitness blog, but it wouldn't let me ask ??? Anyways, I hope you have a great weekend

eat a lot more veggies, eat a lot more lean protein. So stay away from all the extra ranch and breading and dippings etc. Also start drinking like a gallon of water day.

But unfortunately you lose fat all over, not just where you want it. 

But yeah, you’ll have to actively make a lifestyle change. There’s really no secret. You don’t have to do it all at once, but you literally have to change it all (if not most).

You should look online for some diet and exercise ideas, but seriously you have to try harder to change where you are, then to stay where you are.

shuffle music challenge

i was tagged by @rather-have-waterfight thanks

Put your music on shuffle and answer these questions. Once you’re done, tag ten people.

•First song
 describes how you die: Nirvana // Gallons of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip 

•Second song
 describes your love life: Nine Inch Nails // Closer    omg

•Third song
 will be played at your wedding: Led Zeppelin // Thank You 

•Fourth song
 add “in my pants” to the end: Arctic Monkeys // I Wanna Be Yours in my pants

•Fifth song
 will be played at your funeral: 
Marina&The Diamonds // Power and Control

•Sixth song 
is your theme song: Led Zeppelin // Dancing Days

•Seventh song
 will play when you think of someone you love:
 Red // Already Over

•Eighth song
 add “with a shovel and a screwdriver” to the end:
 Ramones // I Wanna Be Well with a shovel and screwdriver

•Ninth song
 describes your week:
 Crystal Castles // Untrust Us

•Tenth song
 will play when you miss someone:
 Nirvana // Heart-Shaped Box


i tag kingandrabbitheart what-a-fine-mess icouldbeyourmysteryman smell-just-as-sweet third-meme-records

I love to rescue feeder fish from my local pet shop. Poor fish look underfed and stressed out in the overcrowded tank. After a couple of weeks in a fully planted 50 gallon tank they look great and in better health ! They are not the most attractive fish some pink and others look like minnows but they deserve a chance !I now have about 30 of them and are growing healthy. 

anonymous asked:

So my little sister has a betta and he lives in a big jar that used to hold cheese puffs (don't worry it was thoroughly cleaned) The reason being because my parents won't spend money on a fish. I personally have a 10 gal for two of my bettas (with a divider) and will be getting a bigger tank for my third betta cause she lives in a too small tank right now. My sister's fish seems to be happy, he has quite a lot of room, I just worry a little sometimes

Aw. You can always check Craigslist for something cheap (although buyers beware, like usual). You can also look to Petco’s a dollar a gallon sales or buy a cheap food-safe container from your local department store. The main thing is heating. If the betta is in a setup that is 2.5 gallons or more, you can get a heater to keep the betta warm and healthy.

OH RIGHT!

no i totally wrote this whole thing up last week, and then the compu’s battery ran out and then things got too crazy for me to retype it and SUCH IS LIFE

but luckily i had a reminder! yay! my memory is tiny and y’all are awesome

so anywho, BLUE PAINT GUY

So for the past year-and-a-bit i’ve been working in the paint department at a big warehouse store. Mixing paint colors, helping people find tools and shit, dealing with all the horrible scheduling and weird-ass customers that are apparently a universal constant with retail work.

The Usual.

So one day, this guy comes in, and he says his wife sent him to pick up a gallon of paint for the baby’s room. I ask him if they have a color picked out, or a sample of something i can match the color to. NOPE. No he wants me to show him some colors.

That right there is freaking Red Flag #1, You Have No Idea What You’re Doing, and this is about to go Downhill FAST. As one of my coworkers always says “We’re not allowed to sell a husband a can of paint without a signed letter from his wife” that shit never goes well. (Usually at this point i’d try and foist him off on one of my more experienced co-workers, but lucky me, it was a late shift and just me there)

But anyway, I ask him if he prefers one brand of paint to another and he does, so I take him over to look at those color cards, and on the way he says “And i don’t want any of those girly colors, this is a boy’s room” and kindof gives me a look like “You’re a girl, you wouldn’t understand”

Red Flag #2, Holy Misogyny Batman

So i make sure he can’t see me rolling my eyes and i pick out some typical popular baby-room colors. Several shades of blue, green, and yellow, all those colors of the light/pastel/cupcakes-and-Easter-baskets persuasion.

I hand him the paint cards, and he looks none too happy with my suggestions. He immediately drops the yellow ones back on the counter saying “Those are Girl Colors." as though it’s some horribly obvious thing and i don’t know what i’m talking about.

I’m perfectly fed up with the guy at this point, and i kindof wave vaguely at the light blue section, and tell him “Well, a lot of colors in this section are very popular for a baby’s room.” and leave him to it while i go talk to other customers and haul paint cans around. 

So anyhow, a bit later he comes back up to my desk and says “I picked a color, do you mix it for me?”

and i’m like “Yeah sure, you said you wanted one gallon right?” and i look down at the card in his hand….and wow. That shit is Fucking Navy Blue. You could paint a single statement wall in a Massive Brightly-lit Livingroom that color, and it might STILL be too dark. 

"Alllllright…." i say, stalling for time so i can think of a polite way to not-say YOUR WIFE WILL MURDER YOU IF YOU BRING HOME THIS PAINT FOR HER BABY’S ROOM, also it’s non-returnable, so she’ll, like, double-murder you.

"That’s a pretty dark color for an interior space, especially around here, people tend to go for brighter colors." I say, hoping to make him see sense. (it’s near Seattle, the sky is practically a solid sheet of grey clouds from, like, midAugust to March-ish) but he apparently thinks he’s picked the best color, and i can tell that anything i’m gonna say is just going to make him more set in his decision. He has got it into his head that i’m just a silly little girl who likes girly colors, and therefor just an annoyance when he’s trying to get his paint and get home.

"Alright, well, i’ll get started on this, it’ll take maybe ten minutes, but…" i add, in a last-ditch effort, "The paint is non-returnable once i mix it and you pay for it!" There are signs all over the place saying this, but i feel it’s necessary, in this instance, to just, throw that out there. This doesn’t seem to phase him, so i go about mixing this paint, and once it’s done, off he goes.Most likely to meet his doom. The jerkface.

THE VERY NEXT DAY

I’m working with a co-worker, and we’ve just finished the afternoon rush, and here comes a lady. Before she even opens her mouth you can tell, she is Pissed. The anger fucking, rolls off her, in like, heatwaves, it’s impressive. She looks like she could spit lightning, and has been for the past half hour. She’s doing a commendable job of keeping a lid on it as she explains to my co-worker that her husband came in last night and bought this paint that’s way too dark and she knows they can’t return it but could you maybe lighten it up a little?

and i’m hearing this from the other side of the pit, and i’m like OH, THAT ONE. And for the first time i notice, beyond  her fucking Glowing Rage, THERE’S THE GUY, the blue paint guy, standing meekly behind her. Guy looks like he’s been Ripped A New One, Several New Ones, while trapped in a car with this girl, who was probly spitting daggers at him the entire way to the store.

My co-worker tells her that unfortunately this paint is too dark, and any lighter color we try to add will just get eaten up. While the wife gives her husband death-glares and is struggling to keep a lid on her Seething Rage, i’m on the other side of the pit, mixing someone else’s paint, and trying to keep a lid on my snorting laughter.

AND THAT, friends and followers, is the story of the Blue Paint Guy.