I love the dogs...

but they are driving me crazy.

The possum people came this afternoon to switch out the traps so that we could catch the babies. What did I find in the trap when I got home from work at 5:15 today? A squirrel. A freakin' squirrel! That I will have to pay who knows what to have removed from the damn trap.

Just release it yourself, you say.

As if I could! The trap is bolted to the top of my fence so I can't take it down to release the squirrel. You can imagine just how happy Gus and Lulu are to have such a thing in their yard. Lulu barks and spins herself in a circle (I'm pretty sure the Dog Whisperer said that's a bad thing). Gus whines and cries so loud you can't hear yourself think. He sounded like a screaming child. I kid you not. Trying to get to sleep tonight is going to be oh so much fun.

In addition to all this, it has been raining all day. See that mud in the picture below. That's on my very light carpet now.

Also, in the few minutes I spent trying to release the damn squirrel, I was attacked by misquitoes and now I itch all over.

Thank god tomorrow is Friday.

Gotcha!

Victory!

The mama possum has been captured. More news/photos to come tonight.

I'm so going to hell

I stumbled upon this story,
about a Chinese infant born with 3 arms. All I can say is:

Can you lend me a hand?

Sychronized sleeping

Dog tired
Originally uploaded by Liz K Austin.

Gus and Lulu practice for the synchronized sleeping Olympics. They've got a shot at the gold medal.

The sock saga continues

Begin again
Originally uploaded by Liz K Austin.

I've cast on a new sock. On size 1 needles. So tiny! It's going really well so far.

The weekend

This Memorial day weekend has not turned out the way I planned. Early last week, my great aunt Wynona passed away. Aunt Wy was a soft spoken woman. She had to be, since my great uncle was just the exact opposite. Purple was her favorite color and she loved flowers. She and her husband would have been married 64 years in October.

On Friday, I left work early to meet up with my parents and sister so we could drive down to Pearsall. My dad was born in this small town that is south of San Antonio and my grandfather and other relatives are all buried there. Before the graveside service, we stopped at my grandfather's grave. It's the first time I've been back since he died in 1996. My grandfather worked with granite and made his own monument. Even creepier is the fact that it already has my grandmother's name on it. It's just waiting for the year of death.

I drove home on Saturday night with all kinds of good intentions for today. I was going to get up early and head into the office to take care of some projects that needed to be finished on Friday but that I did not get done. Yeah. That didn't happen, although the dogs did let me sleep in. Normally they are up and at 'em by 7am. This morning I got up at 8:30 and I'm pretty sure I could have kept on sleeping and they wouldn't have even noticed.

Eventually, I went in to the office around noon. Now it's 4pm and I'm so ready for a nap before going to dinner with a friend.

Back again

Gus at night
Originally uploaded by Liz K Austin.

The damn possum is back again! Tonight, Gus was so quiet when he pulled it down from the fence--he has major vertical leap--that I didn't realize it until I heard him and Lulu rustling about. They were playing tug of war with it.

Tug of war, people! With a live animal that has sharp teeth and claws!

I had to drag Gus inside the house by the scruff of his neck, since he doesn't wear his tags in the house/yard--he has itches and I'd never get any peace. Lulu was a little easier, I just had to kind of shoo her inside.

A few moments later the possum got up and ambled back across the yard, up the fence, and into the viney tree.

A few moments after that, I let the dogs outside because they were going nuts inside. I snapped this photo of Gus as he searched for his frien-enemy, the possum, again.

Weekend Update

Yesterday, my mom came over to have lunch and hang for the day. When she got here, Kristin and her boyfriend were still loading up all her things so she was able to say good-bye. You'd think she hadn't seen us in ages, instead of just the previous weekend. Anyway, after they left, mom got on a serious cleaning kick.

There is a very good reason why this blog is named Lazy Life. I am a poor housekeeper (except for the kitchen, that's clean). I thought once I owned my own place I might change. Ha! So pretty much every surface in the house was covered with a mixture of dust and dog hair. The dish cloth mom grabbed is now black.

So once I was able to get the rag out of her hand we went off for an unsatisfactory lunch at Johnny Carino's. Our waitress was surly and the food was blagh. After that we went to Kohl's, where I scored an iHome clock/radio. It's also plays and charges my iPod, which is totally cool. Then, still being in the shopping mood, we went to browse some furniture.

Look what I bought:



Well, mine is very similar. I got it at Rooms to Go, along with a fabric chair that reclines. Sweeeet! I'll have to fight the dogs for it, I'm sure.

So now I must become un-lazy because the living room needs painting before the furniture is delivered in a few weeks.

Pregnant Barbie

Pregnant Barbie
Originally uploaded by eilatan.

I found this photo will crusing Flickr. The person who took the photo was in Barbie boutique at the NYC Times Square Toys R Us.

Ya'll, that ain't right.

New hair color

New hair color
Originally uploaded by Liz K Austin.

So I went today to get my hair did (as they say in the rap world). I asked for a dark golden brown. For some reason, it has a serious red tint, which apparently really shows up in certain light. I'm not sure I like it.

Time will tell.

A new blog

Check out my sister's blog. Leading the Double K Life

How weird are you?

You Are 40% Weird

Normal enough to know that you're weird... But too damn weird to do anything about it!

How Weird Are You?

That sounds about right.

Lulu sleeps on things

Lulu on things
Originally uploaded by Liz K Austin.

She likes soft things, such as: pillows, blankets, and clothing.

As you can see in the lower right corner, Lulu decided that Kristin's suitcase would be a good place to nap today.

And this is a good thing....why?

You Were a Skunk

You carry yourself with sensuality and a flowing energy. You have a great reputation, and you follow your own (good) advice.

What Animal Were You In a Past Life?

Sick

Strep throat

Laryngitis

Canker Sores

Fever blisters

When it rains it pours.

I am going to be sick

Seriously.

I'm watching Dateline on NBC and the show is about internet predetors. There are men going to a house in Florida with the intent to have sex with a young girl. These guys are so f*cking disgusting.

What I will miss

Kristin is moving out at the end of this week. The past 8 months have been a lot of fun. It's the first time we've lived together since I left for college 15 years ago. It was also the first time I've had a roommate in 10 years. Of course there were times when we got on each other's nerves. But we've also had a ton of fun. I'll miss having her around.

Things I'll miss when Kristin moves out:

• The way she uses big words incorrectly
• The good meals she cooked for us
• Watching Lost & Grey's Anatomy together and having discussions as if it were for real'

So lazy I can't even blog properly

Then again, is there really a "proper" way to blog? I have been so lazy lately. My sock? Not done. In fact, frogged completely. Turns out I hated the yarn. New yarn has been procured but I can't get settle down to work on them. The sewing project? I've only cut out the pattern pieces. They're on my desk, buried under clothes that need to be ironed.

I only worked a half day today because I woke up in the middle of the night with a wicked sore throat. Someone told me there is a new strain of strep throat going around. If I get that, I'm going to be so mad. My throat is good friends with strep. You should see my tonsils...they're huge! Last time I had the strep, my doc threatened to remove the tonsils. Dude. I'm 32 years old. Ain't happening.

What kind of coffee am I?

Saw this quiz on my friends' blogs so even though I don't really drink coffee, I took it. If you know me, you know that the result is really not me.

You Are an Irish Coffee

At your best, you are: wild, spontaneous, and outgoing At your worst, you are: too extreme and reckless You drink coffee when: you want to keep drinking booze Your caffeine addiction level: low

What Kind of Coffee Are You?