those are my speakers??

WTF?

I know, I don't like acronyms either.. But shit..

what the *BEEP!

That makes 10 reasons for why I HATE you this month.

...





But I'm sure you've got at least 45 (FORTY-FIVE) reasons why you HATE ME... this month.


heh.

Hey Babe..

It's hpnotiQ.

Secrets don't make friends

Mitchell & Ness Kids..

what else would we be doing at 10:30 on a Sunday night?





We sellin' hatZ, son!

WHOA!

Central Bearded Dragon

The Central Bearded Dragon or Inland Bearded Dragon (Pogona vitticeps) is a type of agamid lizard. Of the several species of the Pogona genus, P. vitticeps is the most commonly seen breed in pet stores throughout the world.
Adult central bearded dragons usually grow to be about two feet in length, with the tail accounting for over half of the total body length. Females are typically smaller than the males. Bearded dragons come in a wide variety of colors, including brown, gray, reddish-brown, green, and even orange. They are capable of undergoing very slight changes in the shade of their color to help regulate temperature. The specialized scales along both sides of the throat, neck, and head form many narrow spines which run down the side of the body to the tail. When feeling threatened a bearded dragon will flatten its body against the ground, puff out its spiny throat, and open its jaws to make itself appear larger. The bearded dragon is so named because of the spiny throat projections appear similar to a human beard. Males typically have a darker "beard" than females, and during mating season and courtship the "beard" will typically darken to near-black. The bearded dragon, like most agamid lizards, has strong legs which enable it to lift its body completely off the ground while it moves. This is done to reduce the heat taken in from the ground, as well as to increase the air-flow over the belly to cool itself further.

The central bearded dragon is native to the semi-arid to and arid woodlands and rocky desert regions of Central Australia. They are skilled climbers, and often spend just as much time perching on tree limbs, fenceposts, and in bushes than they do on the ground. They spend much of the morning and evening sunning themselves on top of an exposed branch or rock. They are diurnal, but like most desert animals they spend the hottest parts of the day hiding in underground burrows or any other cool hiding spot removed from direct sunlight.


Ya.. So pretty much.. This was on the back of the chair at "the apartment" today..

I think I may need a pace maker.

Conscience

The 1988 Webster's dictionary defines conscience in the modern sense as
the faculty power, or inward principle which decides as to the character of one's own actions, purposes, and affections, warning against and condemning that which is wrong, and approving and prompting to that which is right;
the moral faculty passing judgment on one's self;
the moral sense.

Conscience as society-forming instincts
The human animal has a set of instincts and drives which enable us to form societies: groups of humans without these drives, or in whom they are insufficiently strong, cannot form cohesive societies and do not reproduce their kind as successfully as those that do. They either cannot survive in nature, or are defeated in conflict with other, more cohesive groups.
Behavior destructive to a person's society (either to its structures, or to the persons it comprises) is bad or "evil". Evil or wrong acts provoke either fear or disgust/contempt. Thus, a madman who threatens us with a chainsaw and one whose sexual practices we ourselves find revolting might both be labeled "bad". Indeed, one does not necessarily need to do anything to be "bad" - a natural coward may provoke contempt, and thereby be a bad person (ie: a coward), even without actually having any occasion to flee from the enemy. And the identification of badness can be quite subtle and involve reasoning. For instance: a sheriff that shoots a gunman is not thereby bad because he is not a threat to an average member of society (as the gunman is), and hence does not provoke fear. Yet gangs of criminals can perceive law enforcement officers as bad people.
Conscience is what we call those drives that prompt us to avoid provoking fear or contempt in others. We experience the operation of conscience as guilt and shame. We feel guilt when we perceive that others might rightly fear us, and shame when we perceive that others might rightly find us disgusting or contemptible. To avoid these negative and unpleasant feelings, we modify our behavior: thus "conscience" prompts us to behave "rightly".

A requirement of conscience, then, is the capacity to see ourselves from the point of view of another person. Persons unable to do this (those suffering from psychopath, sociopathy, narcissism) therefore often act in ways which are "evil".
Another requirement is that we see ourselves and some "other" as being in a social relationship. Persons trying to resolve conflict between groups try (and sometimes succeed) to create a feeling that a social relationship exists, that the groups in conflict all belong to some larger encompassing group. Thus, nationalism is invoked to quell tribal conflict, and the notion of a brotherhood of man is invoked to quell national conflicts. There are even appeals to relationships between ourselves and the animals in society (pets, working animals, even animals grown for food), or between ourselves and nature as a whole. The goal is that once people perceive a social relationship, their conscience will begin to operate with respect to that former "other", and they will change their actions.

Ya know....

Time to Screw Something Else Up.

7a.m.:
the garbage truck beeps as it backs up
and I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away.
Could I push rewind?
The credits traverse signifying the end but I missed the best part.
Could we please go back to start?

Forgive my indecision

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.

eleven a.m.:
by now you would think that I would be up
but my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made.
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in
that old fear.

Forgive my indecision...

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.

Twelve pm and my dusty telephone rings.
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope it's you.

To all of you....

ATTENTION

Stay tuned for failure and disappointment.

Are you gay Nick?.... You're Gay.

I had no idea this was the kind of shit Nick Carter (blonde Backstreet Boys HOTTIE) has had to put up with over the past couple of years. His own mother, constantly pestering him with the question of whether or not he is gay, and then insisting that he is gay. And as if that isn't a tough enough load, his own brother, Aaron Carter, takes a picture of Paris Hilton (Nick's ex-girlfriend) with his camera phone and leaves it in Nicks Cadillac. I mean, what the hell? Nick and Paris were only broken up for 1 day.. Luckily, Nick didn't let Aaron get away with this.. He waited till the two of them were alone (2 years later) and grabbed him and BIT him.

I sure am glad I'm not Aaron, it would suck to have a gay brother who bites.

Kinky?

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.