Things Remembered....

One of the few people that Mallory actually "likes" said something funny today...

"I'd like to shove a red hot curling iron up Paris Hiltons' ass and say "That's Hot!""

Ya.. That was almost 2 months ago.. I was way off.

A head from a newt, a wing from a bat
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow
And a little bitty itty bitty little drip of Faygo

Just in case you were interested in whippin' up some Southwest VooDoo. There is the recipe. Thanks guys..

Stay Wicked!!

Goodbye to love...

There are no tomorrows for this heart of mine
Surely time will lose these bitter memories

And I'll find that there is someone to believe in
And to live for something I could live for.

All the years of useless search
Have finally reached an end
Loneliness and empty days will be my
only friend
From this day love is forgotten
I'll go on as best I can.

My beloved career as an American Greetings Merchandiser has come to an end.. I wish it wasn't.. But it is over.

I was able to take some pictures before I said goodbye, and I wanted to share them with my readers..

There she is. My department.

My service drawer.

My messy seasonal.

I'm going to miss cabinets A through L..

No more "gift inserts". I hope they know that I never once forgot about them.. Long distance relationships can work.

There's me giving up my "super awesome all access pass" into the back room.


As you can see, my Telxon enjoyed our goodbye.. Well, so did i. heh heh.

Woe is me.

new tattoo..

sorry this ones so short.. i'm in the process of posting an 18 picture blog which will take my readers with me through every step as I said farewell to my Almeda Mall Target. You'll laugh. You'll cry.. You'll probably get sick of reading & decide i'm the most pathetic person on the planet. stay tuned..

In the meantime.. I went and got another tattoo.. Nothing fancy..

I just got the exact same star on my opposite arm.

I'm pretty happy with it. It makes me feel better to look down at my arms and match. Before, i felt off.. I'm sure my dad will be totally excited just like my mom was when I told her. Oh Well..

Holla!

cursed.

High fives to better judgement.
By saying less, I will gain more.
Low twos to you my fickle friend, who brought the art of silent war.

Robinson.. The IKEA dinosaur formerly known as Jura.

I met a dinosaur one day. He offered me a nice place to stay. "Robinson's" the name he muttered in shame. I then hurriedly went on my way.

Behold.....

Robinson. (too bad I can't post music along with my entries)

He's the smaller wooden IKEA dinosaur formerly known as Jura.
Now don't let this picture fool you... Robinson and I are not totally cool with eachother.. I think it has something to do with me losing the bag he was in the day I purchased him & then forgetting about it for another 2 weeks, then finding him and acting like everything was cool.

Apparently, it wasn't.
During our scheduled 1:00am photo shoot, this nigga decides he's got something to say.
Come again?
Watch it buddy.. You need to watch your mouth.. I'm warning you..
F*CK THIS!! (this is when I got crunk)
Then so did Bella..

So Chloe suggested putting Robinson outside for the night.. Just so we all have time to cool off.


Naming the damn thing was stressful, I'm usually really good at picking out the perfect name.. So I let a certain someone pick the name..

He thought robinson would be a good dinosaur.

Okay..

So I asked him to submit a 3-5 sentence explanation on his thought so I could post it.

And he writes: I met a dinosaur one day. He offered me a nice place to stay. "robinson's" the name he muttered in shame. I then hurriedly went on my way.

My dog has to poop..

I'm never gonna dance again

guilty feet have got no rhythm

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool.

I should have known better than to cheat a friend

**Pretty much the coolest ringtone ever!*

I had to get a new phone and had to get one quick so I got the Razr. OoH AaH!

I wish I could have gotten the pink one.

That would have been SO HOT!

In other news... I know I left my readers hangin' with that last post....

The puppy in that picture is Scout.

She was adopted by Matt and I.

She is disliked by Boy and Bella.

She is feared by Chloe.

She is too cute..

She is a handful.


..............But she's worth it.

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.

....................................................................

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.