My Life

Seriously this is my cat.

Not in a gay way

I plead with you to watch this clip.

Gretchen and I are big fans of this HBO tv show called Flight of the Conchords. It's no longer on HBO (it ran only two seasons) so we rewatch the episodes from the DVD pack that mom got the cats this Christmas.

The above song is sung to Bret by Jermine, his roommate and other half of the folk band called Flight of the Conchords. They are from New Zealand and moved to New York to make it big. Sadly that is not panning out. The show centers around the crazy, stupid things these two and their band manager get into.

Fun fact! Bret is the writer of the song "Man or a Muppet" from the Muppet Movie, he received the Academy Award for the song just a few weeks ago.

Bam-Sment

We recently finished off our basement, well almost.

What I mean is that you can sit on a couch and it's painted, there is a ceiling and walls and doors. So, it's livable, but we haven't put the door back on from when we put in the carpet (because we need to saw a bit off, it's kinda long) and the flat screen TV is still sitting upstairs in the living room and not mounted on the wall downstairs like it should be. For goodness sakes, it's the first thing Dad bought when he decided to finished the basement.

So, the whole family spent yesterday in the basmeent doing things. Even the cats came down and hung out.

Above is a picture of Dad and Hank. Dad originally had only one chair out. Then he stood up to do something and Hank snuck onto the chair. When Dad saw he was on the chair he brought out a second chair so he didn't have to move Hank. (squeeee!)

How adorable are my two guys?

Oh...Hank...

How Adorable!

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click on me! I move!

Okay, so I got a cat calendar for 2011. I went into Border's a weekend ago with my mind set on purchasing a cat calendar. To my surprise they were $4.99. What a deal, but then again it was almost February. I was able to find a good calendar, that doesn't seem creepy, but it's not quite as cool as my yoga cat calendar of 2010. You can look at the 2011 calendar here.

I don't move....sorry :(

I'm gonna' make this my thing. To get a cat calendar every year, I think it's better then getting 12 cats. Am I right? (I'm good with my two)

Kitty Kat

Ain't that just adorable! Even if your not a cat person you have to admit that little kitty looks adorable, and quite pimpin'. (yet, another reason to buy a cat calendar...)

I wore my University of Northern Arizona sweatshirt (don't worry Meghan, it's only for the warmth not the school) yesterday because I just crawled out of bed and into some clothes. I wanted to be warm, but I really wasn't. A tank top and a sweatshirt doesn't keep me warm. I don't know about you, but in this weather it's not enough layers.

I looked like scum, and then with my kinda' curly hair that was all knotted in the back, I was a real winner. These stupid sophomores in math were making me paranoid, I think they were talking about me....so I wore something cute today.

This is what I should have looked like, but I just hadn't gotten around to washing/brushing my hair since Sunday when I did this.

Escapé! (copyright Dori from Finding Nemo)

You all know Hank, my messed up cat. Well ever since school got out he's been even more weird. Maybe it's from the hours he's spending with me or maybe it's because he can't go outside. We might never know.

Along with the weirdness he's taken up the hobby of escaping. Seriously I feel like I'm in the Count Of Monte Cristo. He's always pawing at the door and meowing loudly. It doesn't help if someone is outside either, then he feels left out.

*sad music*

The weirder thing is, if he gets out then he runs to the middle of the sidewalk and plops down and rolls over....doesn't even try to 'run for the hills'.

My cat's a bad escaper....he must not get the logic...

Cross Out Liz/Babies

I'm running on 5 1/2 hours of sleep and Mom just told me my breath really smells. She won't talk to me until I brush my teeth. I feel loved.

Last night after I had edited my newest movie project (which I will put up on youtube) I settled into my bed and tried to fall asleep.

The key word here is tried.

A bit before midnight I heard this scratching on my closed bedroom door. I finally got up to stop to noise, after debating about it for a awhile in bed. Opening up the door I looked down and saw the end of Hank's tail as he scampered between my legs and under my bed.

Having no patience I opened up my parent's bedroom door and told Dad that he had to rangle up Hank from the depths of my room.

Five minutes later my door was being scratched at again. I jumped up and whipped open the door. Looking down at Hank I screamed my battle call.

"I'M NEVER HAVING CHILDREN! IF I CAN'T DEAL WITH A CAT I SURE CAN'T DEAL WITH A BABY!"

Hank raced into Mom and Dad's room and I proceeded to follow him.

The door banged on the wall as I pushed it out of my way. Following Hank in the dark I got down on my hands and knees and tried to pull him out from under the dresser.

"Liz! Stop it, just go back to bed.", Dad said several times.

Grudgingly I walked back into my bedroom and slithered under the covers.