It’s Tortilla Time| Hi I’m Tori and This is my Story

Tammy popped by my house the other day, despite the fact that she is currently irate because I ‘blew off our plans.’ She came sobbing and with a cat carrier, saying that she was given this cat and wondering if I wanted her.

Evidently Tammy was walking down the street with her friends, when a man approached her with a box full of kittens. He asked Tammy if she would like to hold one, to which she naively obliged. Tammy admired the little kitten, and while she stroked her, the man tried to pull the sales pitch on Tammy.
‘She’s all up to date on shots! She’s very cute and friendly!’
Tammy politely ignored the man’s efforts to sell her the kitten, but when she went to hand her back, the man categorically refused. Tammy made it clear that there was no way she could possibly keep a cat, but the man took off with box of kittens in tow.

I sympathized, but knew that there was no way I could possibly keep another cat, either.

Tammy carried on to her house, bracing for a quarrel with her parents. It wasn’t long before she called me to inform me that she would end up sleeping outside with the cat, as her parents wouldn’t allow the cat to stay in their home.

My mum, being a true animal lover like I, then told me that it would be okay for the cat to stay here.

I immediately called Tammy, who quickly dropped her off at my house. She said that her mother had suggested simply letting the wee kitten loose outdoors, as she would ‘find her own family.’ Not wanting this to be the fate of this adorable little kitten, I couldn’t take her in fast enough.
Oh, and by the way, Tammy said with a smile, her name is Big Mama Laquisha.

Oh hell no. There was no way I was going to call this sweet little darling Big Mama. I settled on Ava, which derived from a favourite song of mine, Ava Adore by the Smashing Pumpkins.

Though I made sure Ava stayed separate from our animals, the dogs could hear her soft meows and began to go ape shit. The dogs barked mercilessly through the night. I found myself unable to sleep, as I kept fretting about what would become of Ava. She was an absolute doll, but I was admittedly excited when Tammy informed me that she had found a home for her.

Ava was only with us a short while, but if for whatever reason it doesn’t work out at her new home, I agreed to foster her again.

Yesterday I thought that I would take Seamus to the park directly up the street from my house. After all, I rarely visit this park and it was an absolutely gorgeous day. I attempted to recollect the last time I took Seamus to this particular park, but found myself unable to do so. This must have been some sort of crime against humanity, for it is a decent park and ridiculously close to my home.

As I strolled up street, Seamus bopping along at my side, I pondered why my frequent visits to this park had come to an abrupt halt. It is a nice park, there is a respectable playground, and many of my childhood memories took place there.

I shrugged off my cogitations and carried on my short trek to the park.

As soon as we arrived, I scoped out a spot in the beautiful sunshine to mellow shortly. I tossed Seamus a stick, and he eagerly retrieved it and returned it to me. We worked on his basic commands, furthering his fluency of simple tricks.

It was not long, however, before our training session was rudely interrupted. A man, visibly intoxicated, stumbled toward Seamus and I. I backed up cautiously, and then noticed that he had begun to urinate in the middle of the sidewalk. He stared directly at us, and I quickly scooped up Seamus and took refuge behind a young family enjoying a day at the park. I glimpsed over at the drunk man to see what he was doing, and saw him quickly collapse on the sidewalk. Holy shit, I said aloud, shaken.

A few moments later the man rose to his feet and continued on staggering the other way. I looked at Seamus, and then at the man, and quickly remembered why I had stopped visiting this park.

I somehow managed to snag a summer job before my search officially commenced.

I will be writing travel collateral, which I am fortunate enough to be able to do out of the comfort of my own home. This is perfect for me; it gives me the opportunity to work at my own hours, sleep in as late as I desire and wear my pyjamas at my leisure. The pay is also better than I would receive working at minimum wage.

And the flexibility is a bonus. If the opportunity presents itself for me to go to Ohio for a weekend with my father and his replacement family, I will be able to go guilt-free.

This is my first experience with professional writing, and I’m sure that this will be invaluable for my future career as a journalist.

I think I forgot my cell phone in Greece.

…and it just sort of happened.

To put a damper on this most glorious day is of course an orthodontist appointment. Nothing says ‘happy birthday’ like OPEN UP AND SAY AWWW!

Moments ago I was informed that I am going to Mexico on March 3rd.

Then I go to Greece on March 31. My life rocks.

My baby (half) brother Aidan James graced the world with his presence this morning at around three AM.

Liam called and told me so.

I find it endearing that Liam has somehow contrived a name for me, even if it does consist of ‘Toto‘. I sincerely hope that this name wasn’t developed because of my likeness to Toto in The Wizard of Oz. However, I imagine that being called ‘Toto‘ is an improvement over being the play bitch that he merely points at. Oh to be two.

Speaking of endearing, that was my simple response to the news of the birth of little Aidan. It proved similar to my acknowledgement of the fact that I was going to be a big sister yet again. Except the word that I chose for that occasion was ‘charmed‘. I am beginning to feel that my father is growing displeased with my lack of enthusiasm to the growing Davis clan.

It may have to do with the fact that these kids are half evil.

She-who-shall-not-be-named is pregnant, again. Due date? My birthday, February 28th. As imagined, I am far from thrilled. I absolutely adore my baby brother, Liam, but the desire for other siblings definitely wasn’t there. Especially ones who are half-evil. She-who-shall-not-be-named says that she will keep on trying until she gets what she wants, a girl (story of her life). Call me spiteful, but I hope that she is incapable of conceiving a girl and instead has ten boys who pick at her soul and make every day of her existence miserable.

My brother, William Joseph, made his grand entry into the world on Friday. I am pleased to announce the arrival of this healthy, beautiful baby boy. He weighed in at 9lbs. 4 oz. and was 21 inches long.

I think I love him.

Right now I’m not sure if I’m more bummed about getting a baby brother or hearing my dad say the word ‘penis’.