Keeping Up with the O'Connells

Good day, Saturday Slackers,

I would say "good morning", but most of you probably aren't up yet. I am home, but not alone this Saturday. Tim and Megan are asleep downstairs; Bob is asleep upstairs. I have finished my newspapers, so I guess my next time-wasting activity is YOU. That's right. This is YOUR blog, not mine. So, I'll answer some of your burning questions. Did Bob capture Rocky's mate Roxy? (If you don't know what this question means, you need to go back and read the previous 2 blogs) No, but he did capture Polly the possum. I would have provided a photo of her, but a certain person didn't allow the time or opportunity for me to do that adequately. Furthermore, it was dark and I don't have a clue how to set my camera up for nighttime pictures. I tried. Anyway, Polly really did "play possum" as when Bob went to release her at Twin Lakes, she refused to get out of the cage. He had to yank the bedspread all the way off and shake and rattle the cage to get her moving. No doubt, she traumatized some early morning joggers there. At least Yorktown Drive is safe from one more wild creature (I don't count)...How are the taxes going? Well, I'm still "working on them". While it's a fact that we are dollarless and euroless, we must prove to Uncle Sam that we reached this state legitimately, not just through our own wanton behavior. Uncle Sam allows $165/day for our Irish pursuits. We just have to explain what happened to the rest of the dough. Surely, my wheelie cart is deductible? We'll find all this out when we face our accountant this week. Bob just stopped by and deemed this blog "sickening". He says that I don't let up, and that the whole thing could have been said in 4 words: Bob caught a possum. Maybe that's true, but then your slacking time would be cut way too short. .
Anyway, I guess he wants me to play possum, so I will. Also, I must go do what I hope you've already done: set my mousetraps! (I put that in there for Nancy as it drives her nuts. What are mothers for?)

Rattling cages every day,
I remain

Tizzie/Tiz/Tizmom/Mom/Liz/Elizabeth

Home Alone

Good morning, Saturday Slackers,

I am home alone in Columbia, MO for the first time in nearly a year. Nancy is at work, and Bob has gone to his office. I am the only official "Saturday Slacker" around here, although Nancy has read 7 books while at her summer job, whose location I won't reveal lest all of you go apply. My official purpose this morning is to "organize our tax information." I am approaching the job the same way I approached my "packing" duties in Ireland. That is, I'm using it as a way to explain long periods of time when I'm really talking on the phone, doing a crossword or, worse yet, blogging for no good reason. But you won't tell anyone, will you? If you were in charge of organizing my tax information, you'd be blogging, too. I think our W-2 forms are somewhere. I have seen them. I figure if I find them that will be enough of an accomplishment for today. I have my salt-and-pepper tresses firmly tied back from my face, accenting my natural beauty. I am make up free, enhancing my natural look. I am padding down the hallway in my gray work out capris, a free tee shirt a co-worker handed me this week, and my formerly white terry cloth slippers to Molly's room to search the mail stacks right now. I have put on some soothing Irish music and I'm pretending I'm really gazing at the Irish Ocean, not at a sea of papers...Of course, I am doing all of this AFTER setting my MT's..

Taxing and waxing,
I remain
Tizzie/Tiz/Tizmom/Mom/Liz/Elizabeth