Another Baby!!

Unfortunately, the batteries to my digi died on the way to the hospital Saturday night.. So I couldn't take pictures of Aunt Becky before she had her baby..

But it all worked out..

While I went home to charge the batteries & go to the bathroom, Aunt Becky delivered her baby, Daniel.

So by the time I got back to hospital, the baby was all cleaned up and ready to meet his eldest cousin.

Here we are...


As you can see, I was in such a hurry to get back to the hospital, I didn't even shower.. Or look in a mirror.

I was impressed with my mothers knowledge on the whole childbirth thing. She had all kinds of questions for the nurse & even threw in a few suggestions.

Here's Ben. He and my mom waited in the lobby downstairs for my arrival. It was a perfect opportunity for me to give Ben his card. So I did.



I think it made him have to poop.



And here's Mom and Ben.. They look excited.

At least mom does.

Check back soon.. I have another new baby to tell you about.. Here's a sneak peak/pic.

Missing:

Minus the tan tank underneath.. I am missing a black Old Navy extra long ribbed tank. I'm a bit concerned.

After doing a 7 day investigation I still don't know what could have happened to it.

However, I did find a few things out of the ordinary..

Exhibit A....


This is obviously a product purchased and used by a female..

Exhibit B....


This too, was probably purchasedand used by a female.

They were probably purchased at the same time and are probably used one after the other when in the shower.

SOMEBODY STOP ME!!

Look out Sherlock Holmes..

Anyway...

Exhibit C....


This last piece of evidence has to be a females.

So here's what I think happened..

There was a female visiting and she probably hadn't showered yet that day and decided to take one there. This is when she probably used the high priced shampoo & conditioner.

After the shower, she probably got dressed..

But wait.. She must have forgotten a clean shirt.

So where do you find shirts? The Closet.

The only female shirt hanging all by itself on one side of the closet, my black Old Navy extra long ribbed tank. PERFECT!

The false eyelashes were probably applied after she got dressed.

Now, maybe I'm being unfair, what if it wasn't a female?

If it wasn't a female, then it had to of been a male..

I don't know if I really want to dig too deep into why a male would be wearing a size small black Old Navy extra long ribbed tank and fake eyelashes.

If you have any doubts, use your imagination, and keep it to yourself please..


So anyway.. I only have myself to blame. I shouldn't have left it over there. I was being careless. But I've definitely learned my lesson.

The Truth Hurts.. pretty bad.

I haven't cried yet..

Well... I cried while the crisis was taking place. I cried because of what was happening.

I haven't cried about what happened yet..

To think of what is going to happen, makes me want to cry.

That dog is my life.

And though it may be hard to believe.. That cat was my life.

I'm beginning to realize what my parents must have been feeling all those times I screwed up. The last "family meeting" suggested having me legally barred from the house. Kinda like getting rid of one of the kids cuz they're out of control.

Do I have to get rid of her?

Did I think I would be asking that question a year & a half ago? no. i didn't.

I suppose it's my fault for the way she is. In puppy school, we were taught the importance of consistency. Our dogs are never to stop working for us. (so to speak) This didn't mean work couldn't be fun, it just insured an easier relationship between you and your dog.

Well... much like my own personal school days, once they were over.. They Were Over.. Did whatever the hell I wanted to.

Apparently, I let Bella do the same.

This has become a pretty serious problem. I'm afraid to consult with a professional because after the first "Bella vs. Johnny" incident, there shouldn't have been another.

And there really shouldn't have been another one after that.

THIS HAS TO STOP!

Just because I gave Johnny a hard time pretty much all the time, doesn't mean I wanted him to leave us. Or rather, taken from us. Sure he annoyed the shit out of me, but I still loved him. If anything, I loved him for loving my mom like he did. (even though he usually annoyed the shit out of her as well) Molly has Chloe. I have Bella. And my mom had Johnny.

I feel like a heartless bitch. I'm not a heartless bitch. I just don't know what to say...

To my mom or my sister.

I didn't get to say anything to Johnny.. I couldn't.

No pet lives forever. I understand this..

But this is exactly what I DIDN"T want to happen.

He didn't deserve this.

He was here first. He never tried to hurt anybody.

I wish I would have went out in the garage to say good-bye..

I couldn't look at him knowing that it was my fault this even happened.

Will he forgive me?


I don't know what I feel.

What are you supposed to do when your dog (huge part of your life) takes the life of your cat (another part of your life)?

It doesn't seem fair.

This is my fault.

I'm sorry Johnny Boy... I really am.

I didn't want it to have to end this way..


Gone But Not Forgotten.

Johnny Boy
February 1998 - July 2006

She's leavin'...

In a White Buick Century...

Unfortunately, my dog can't seem to get along with some of Chloe's friends.... princess.

So to avoid any casualties, I will just remove my dog from the situation for the next 3 days.

She probably won't mind because she will be staying with her boyfriend.

They're ridiculous...

Bella and Matt.



Oh Ya.. I almost forgot..

I got a new name...

"Margery the Malnourished Bird"

Oh.. It's nice alright.

shopping cart (also called a buggy or a trolley in British English; sometimes referred to as a carriage or shopping carriage in the U.S. region of New England; also known as a bascart in some regions of the U.S.) is a cart supplied by a shop, especially a supermarket, for use by customers inside the shop for transport of merchandise to the check-out counter, and, after paying, often also to the car on the parking lot. Often, customers are allowed to leave the carts in the car park, and store personnel return the carts to the shop.

The first shopping cart was introduced on June 4, 1937, the invention of Sylvan Goldman, owner of the Piggly-Wiggly supermarket chain in Oklahoma City. With the assistance of Fred Young, a mechanic, Goldman constructed the first shopping cart, basing his design on that of a wooden folding chair. They built it with a metal frame and added wheels and wire baskets, and advertised the invention as part of a new “No Basket Carrying Plan.”

Stuck In A Rut...

Father, hear my prayer
I need the perfect words
Words that he will hear
And know they're straight from You
I don't know what to say
I only know it hurts
To see my only friend slowly fade away

So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life
With Your fire in my eyes
But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words
What am I so afraid of?

'Cause here I go again
Talkin 'bout the rain
And mulling over things that won't live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance to tell him
That You love Him
But here I go again, here I go again

Lord, You love him so, You gave Your only Son
If he will just believe; he will never die
But how then will he know what he has never heard
Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life

This might be my last chance to tell him
That You love him
This might be my last chance to tell him
That You love him
You love him, You love him

What Am I so afraid
What am I so afraid
What am I so afraid of?
How then will he know
What he has never heard

My 23rd Birthday!!

Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.

I turned 23 on Saturday.

My "daddy" was unable to get Tupac Shakur and Elvis Presley to come perform at my party.

IM NEVER TALKING TO MY DAD AGAIN!!

actually.. heh,

I definitely won't be seeing him as much anymore.

For my 23rd birthday, I got to watch my dad move out.

As much as I want to say, the whole situation doesn't bother me that much...

I can't.

I'm having a hard time "coping" with this..

But I'm keeping it to myself so I don't inconvenience others with my sadness.

I got a tattoo. A day late. I wanted it on my birthday..The reason I wanted it on my birthday, is because my birthday was upsetting, so I wanted to make a change. Do something different.

It would have been nice if it would have been a bit more painful.. Pain was what I was going for.

My mom is unhappy with me.

Please forgive me mom.

What's it look like?

This is what you see when you look down my hallway.

The room at the end of the hall used to be my dads.

He moved out.

I really don't know what I think.

It probably hasn't hit me yet.

One thing I do know... More Closet Space!!!

I also programmed my dads' new phone number into my cell today..

I saved his number as "Dad Home."

That was weird.

I haven't blogged in a while.

untitled.

What if we could
Put our lives on
Hold and meet some
Where inside of the world
I would meet you
Would you meet me?

the silence is terrifying......

mallory scared.


really scared...

I framed my GED and hung it on my wall tonight for my mom.

Well....

I don't really know what to say... I've been weird lately..

I don't know why..

I don't know why I don't know.

Hmm.

Well As a Matter of Fact..

I did happen to get a perm on Saturday. I finally did it. I'm still a little nervous. I get compliments from everybody. Which shouldn't be too big of a suprise. i think once the curls loosen (?) I will love it. Right now I just really like it alot. As far as low maintence... It's everything I had dreamed it would be. Except for maybe the $75 I spent on it. I'll post better pictures later..

I must call it a night.. It's 3:15 and I can't seem to fall asleep.. It's because I am too excited.

I wish it was 2:45 in the afternoon.

I can't hardly wait to get pieces of my cervix cut off.

Must be nice.

ALOT of people are jealous of my good fortune.. (or glad they're not me, heh)

But I found the COACH purse I have been dreaming about for a good year and a half now at Dillards. It's $198.00. That's a little steep, but I think it's worth it. My mom is taking me to the mall after my cervix scrape to get me the purse for my birthday. (which by the way is right around the corner) Yay!!

Then we're going to Kelley's. My mom has been dying to go. So we're going. Yay!!

One Medium Size Happy Family.

Sorta.

At least I think we are all happy in this picture.

This picture could be worth like $10 someday. Assuming it's in a frame.

This would be the first picture in which all 4 of us are in it.

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I woke up at 9:39 this morning.

I was supposed to be at work at 10:00.

I need at least an hour to get ready.

So what did I do?......

Closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

I never do this.

My mind has been somewhere else all day..

I can't believe I did that.

My Dog.

I can't believe how stunning Bella looks in these pictures. They turned out great. Don't hesitate to leave me lots of comments complimenting my Beautiful American Pit Bull Terrier or my Awesome Photographing Ability.

Tick Tock Tick Tock..

I'm not sure if this day could go by any slower.. It's only been an hour and I've already blogged twice..

Mallory is obviously nervous.

Heh.

When asked, I said no.

I lied.

I'm not going to be alive much longer, I know it.

2 hours, 41 minutes till I will sit (or lay) face to face with Dr. Korman.

It will all be over with 7 minutes after it starts. The doctor has a way with rushing in, saying something totally weird & making you feel uncomfortable, debriefing on your problem, ignoring your questions then rushing out.

I don't know how long this appointment will last.

Maybe 8 minutes.

I'm a bit nervous. And hungry.

I've decided that I should spend my time wisely at work by blogging.

I'm really hungry.

He said he liked my hair. It makes me look fun.

My mom said my hair looked cute. And that I have naturally curly hair. (??)

They're only saying those things because I'm dying of cancer.

I laugh everytime I see this picture. I see this picture alot because it's my desktop background.

It's funny.

It's funny cuz it's probably true.

I so got her..

I got her so good.

Good Night.

not sure.

I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?

Suprisingly Upsetting.

I went up to the office this evening to see what I could do to help with the overwhelming/massive order that is currently being filled. I learned that my help was not needed among other things..

He and I were "talking mess" to one another, as usual, usually no hard feelings...

Usually no hard feelings.........

Until someones parent gets involved.

Some time during our meaningless discussion, he called me a prostitute. Before I had a chance to respond, a third party joined in...

I'm thinking the "third party" was trying to "soften the blow" for me. Make me feel better. (about my night job, heh)

Third Party: Aahh <>

"Mallory would make a good prostitute".

*ENTIRE PARTY*: Laughter that lasted exactly 3 minutes and 23 seconds. I could have heard an "Ooohhh" and a "That's F*d Up", but I'm not sure.

Normally, having everybody in the room laughing AT me (not with me) wouldn't have caused me to freeze. I'm usually pretty good at just laughing things off..

But the level of awkwardness was increasing so quickly, I was speechless, and I'm sure the look on my face was close to upsetting..

Don't worry, the "third party" makes another attempt to spare my feelings..

I really don't feel comfortable sharing with my readers what the "third partys'" words of encouragement were, but I will say..

The "third party" explained/listed MORE THAN FIVE reasons why "Mallory would make a good prostitute."

Ya.. Pretty much..

I pretended like the "third party" made me feel better..

But I actually felt like taking a few showers then going to church Sunday morning..

This should teach me to stay away from the office when I'm not getting paid.

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How does one become a prostitute?

The Truth Comes Out.

Although I have had a crazy & eventful 2 weeks, they're not entirely to blame for my recent tardiness. I'm sure many have been asking lately:

Where's Mallory?

Wasn't Mallory supposed to be at work at 10? (or 1)

Where's the greeting card girl?

Why is my daughter taking so long to come when I call her in my room?

Did my mom forget to feed me today?

How does one become as pretty/cute/funny/awesome as Mallory? (heh)

I'm sure there were more..

Fortunately, I have good news.. That being the picture I posted with this entry..

It's a puzzle.

That I've been working on.

I spent the most time on it when i was supposed to be somewhere..

Hate me if you want to.

Don't care where you think you've been,
and how you're getting over
If you think you've got me down
Just wait it gets much colder

Here I am,
As perfect as i'm ever gonna be
You'll see
Love me for me
Stick around,
I'm not the kinda girl you wanna leave
You'll see
Love me for me

What's a du-rag?

A do-rag, also spelled doo-rag or durag is a simple piece of cloth tied at the back, used to cover the head.

From the 1930s to the 1960s, they were used by African-American men to hold chemically processed hair-dos in place while they slept. Originally they were made from pieces of handkerchief or women's stockings, now they are made from polyester. Do-rags resurged as a fashion trend among urban youth in the 1970s and 1990s. Typically, do-rags are black, but can be worn in other colors. Do-rags are also regularly used to maintain cornrowed hairstyles.

The history of the do-rag is most notably attributed to Civil War era slaves, but its first appearance seems to predate that time. It is, however, most closely associated with Afro-American culture because the slaves brought that style with them from their native lands.

Hip hop artists such as Tupac Shakur, LL Cool J, Ja Rule, 50 Cent and Nelly have helped popularize do-rags among mainstream audiences by incorporating them in their dress.

The Good Enough Degree...

I got one in the mail today.. Pretty swell I suppose. I showed my dad, he patted me on the back and told me "good job". He also took the documents' measurements so he could go purchase a frame to put it in. That's nice of him.. I can't remember my dad ever telling me "good job" ever in my 22 years..Then again, that 6 year dope smoking extravaganza I participated in stole many of my memories from me. So there's a chance that he has said that to me..

So what's it like to have completed my high school education? I don't know.. I'm confused.. I don't know why really. I've cried like 6 times.. For what? Not sure.. Maybe I'm scared.

As horrible as this may sound, it's the only conclusion that I keep coming to in my head.. Here goes:
I've become so accustomed to being a "screw up" for not even having my high school diploma, and for not really doing much of anything. I just kept this title of being Mallory who didn't want to grow up and start doing the right thing with her life. I'm not sure how long I wanted it to last, I never really gave it much thought. But now that I'm a high school graduate, have I lost some of that person I was this morning? It's weird.. Maybe I'm thinking about it too much. I know one things for sure.. I can put that DAMN GED practice book that weighs approximately 6lbs (probably not, but.) somewhere out of my sight. I actually went and purchased myself an early Graduation present. It's a "learn to play the piano" book. I decided if I'm going to be finished with high school, I should have some kind of special talent.. I'm going with the piano. heh.

Temporary Change in Thought.. Wha?

I was originally planning on debriefing on my current state, but it's late and I don't feel like it anymore. Instead, I know how my readers have been dying to see my fish. So I finally decided to take some pics of them. The reason it's taken me so long to take pictures of my fish is because I've always thought it would be difficult, with the glare/flash/bowl and whatnot.. But our quick photo session went rather well. Turns out, my 2 fish are extremely photogenic, pros in front of the camera. Wonder where they get it from? The red one is Atticus and the not as pretty multi-colored one is Po.