It's not about the size of your tank...It's about the motion of the ocean ;Smuggrin ;HilariousTell me about it smh.
Everything is impossible with this little rink a dink tank.
I still love it.
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It's not about the size of your tank...It's about the motion of the ocean ;Smuggrin ;HilariousTell me about it smh.
Everything is impossible with this little rink a dink tank.
I still love it.
You have like 3x as many corals as I doTell me about it smh.
Everything is impossible with this little rink a dink tank.
I still love it.
It's not about the size of your tank...It's about the motion of the ocean ;Smuggrin ;Hilarious
You have like 3x as many corals as I do
they all grow into trees and forests and monoliths and obelisks and mountains. Just ask my Kenya leather frag. It’s a Kenya forest already and I’ve thrown away so many extras...started out as a half inch frag I got for free.
Man and I thought I was having a rough holiday. We are here for you brother.(December 2 I try to keep my self very busy. Thank you guys for the distraction but sometime you are just reminded of events. You just can't escape them. In the quite times just you and thoughts. Good and bad but mostly the good.
Since I think of you guys as family I willing to share. Substitute 23 for 24. )
They say time heals all wounds. The truth is that it heals but leaves a scar.
Some will fade away and leave a fleeting memory. Others the scar is rubbed and hurts.
For my siblings and I the scar goes back 23 yrs. The day started like any other Saturday. I don't remember most of it for it was an ordinary day. My mom called for the house she cleaned and I asked her to pick up a 2 liter of Mt Dew. Next thing I remember is a flashlight shining in the windows. I grabbed a baseball bat and greeted the owner of the flashlight with a raised ball bat.
The owner was a police officer looking for my grandparents. A very short time later same police man couldn't find them and showed back up at our house. This time directions were given to my aunt and uncles.
Next the whole house was filled with family and they informing us that mom was killed in a car accident.
My brother Shane needed to be picked up at a friends house. I had to ride with grandpa and show him the way. Shane collapsed and got in the car.
When we got back to house I ran into the church campgrounds. Somebody tried to case me but gave up. I came back that's where the memory goes fuzzy.
Wounds heal but leave scars. Certain times the ache is there and runs deep other times it's just a scar. Today it runs deep 23 yrs ago we lost mom. One moment and all your left with is before and after.
It will fit in my tankI’ve got it bad man. I know everything will go down hill once I upgrade to the 25.
I bought a scoly and I don’t even have space for it
It will fit in my tank
Love you, brother. Thanks for sharing. We are always here for you.(December 2 I try to keep my self very busy. Thank you guys for the distraction but sometime you are just reminded of events. You just can't escape them. In the quite times just you and thoughts. Good and bad but mostly the good.
Since I think of you guys as family I willing to share. Substitute 23 for 24. )
They say time heals all wounds. The truth is that it heals but leaves a scar.
Some will fade away and leave a fleeting memory. Others the scar is rubbed and hurts.
For my siblings and I the scar goes back 23 yrs. The day started like any other Saturday. I don't remember most of it for it was an ordinary day. My mom called for the house she cleaned and I asked her to pick up a 2 liter of Mt Dew. Next thing I remember is a flashlight shining in the windows. I grabbed a baseball bat and greeted the owner of the flashlight with a raised ball bat.
The owner was a police officer looking for my grandparents. A very short time later same police man couldn't find them and showed back up at our house. This time directions were given to my aunt and uncles.
Next the whole house was filled with family and they informing us that mom was killed in a car accident.
My brother Shane needed to be picked up at a friends house. I had to ride with grandpa and show him the way. Shane collapsed and got in the car.
When we got back to house I ran into the church campgrounds. Somebody tried to case me but gave up. I came back that's where the memory goes fuzzy.
Wounds heal but leave scars. Certain times the ache is there and runs deep other times it's just a scar. Today it runs deep 23 yrs ago we lost mom. One moment and all your left with is before and after.
Im in Charlotte NC and my tank gets fed 2-3x a day! My goal will be to get it so large you won’t ever be able to take it back...You want to hold onto it for me?
I’ve done this to this vendor before.
Me- “I’ll be by later this week”.
Me a week later- “sorry, work got hectic I’ll swing by this weekend”
We all are dealing with stuff. It's when we share the stuff, that can make it easier to bare. We don't bare it alone.Man and I thought I was having a rough holiday. We are here for you brother.
Im in Charlotte NC and my tank gets fed 2-3x a day! My goal will be to get it so large you won’t ever be able to take it back...
In that case...beginning of November my Aunt passed away from brain cancer that she had kept from the family until she collapsed in her home and spent 3 days on her kitchen floor. My cousin found her...can’t begin to imagine how that must have been. A couple weeks later my grandmother passed (her mom). I spoke at the funeral. Hardest thing I’ve ever done and it was the second funeral in as many weeks.We all are dealing with stuff. It's when we share the stuff, that can make it easier to bare. We don't bare it alone.
In that case...beginning of November my Aunt passed away from brain cancer that she had kept from the family until she collapsed in her home and spent 3 days on her kitchen floor. My cousin found her...can’t begin to imagine how that must have been. A couple weeks later my grandmother passed (her mom). I spoke at the funeral. Hardest thing I’ve ever done and it was the second funeral in as many weeks.
this forum and everyone in it has been great, I love you people.
Sad to hear, she would feel warmed to be remembered as she is. I hope she is better now.(December 2 I try to keep my self very busy. Thank you guys for the distraction but sometime you are just reminded of events. You just can't escape them. In the quite times just you and thoughts. Good and bad but mostly the good.
Since I think of you guys as family I willing to share. Substitute 23 for 24. )
They say time heals all wounds. The truth is that it heals but leaves a scar.
Some will fade away and leave a fleeting memory. Others the scar is rubbed and hurts.
For my siblings and I the scar goes back 23 yrs. The day started like any other Saturday. I don't remember most of it for it was an ordinary day. My mom called for the house she cleaned and I asked her to pick up a 2 liter of Mt Dew. Next thing I remember is a flashlight shining in the windows. I grabbed a baseball bat and greeted the owner of the flashlight with a raised ball bat.
The owner was a police officer looking for my grandparents. A very short time later same police man couldn't find them and showed back up at our house. This time directions were given to my aunt and uncles.
Next the whole house was filled with family and they informing us that mom was killed in a car accident.
My brother Shane needed to be picked up at a friends house. I had to ride with grandpa and show him the way. Shane collapsed and got in the car.
When we got back to house I ran into the church campgrounds. Somebody tried to case me but gave up. I came back that's where the memory goes fuzzy.
Wounds heal but leave scars. Certain times the ache is there and runs deep other times it's just a scar. Today it runs deep 23 yrs ago we lost mom. One moment and all your left with is before and after.
Me too. They both had suffered for a long time, my grandmother had Alzheimer’s.Sad to hear, she would feel warmed to be remembered as she is. I hope she is better now.
If you want to take care of it like that for a few months then give it back, I’m completely cool with it
Goals^^^
To get back on a happier topic...I have a birthday coming up on Saturday, gonna get my own Scoly so I’ll know if they like my tank. My only concern would be that I have a really fine grain sand that gets blown around when I clean my glass, not sure how a doughnut is gonna deal with that.