more than lenient

How I still feel

According to the wise one who dictates when I may see Tesla, I was informed he is  “more than lenient” with Tesla’s visits.  Does he mean lenient to me….or to Tess?  Either way, I don’t see much leniency for either.  I think John is permanently stuck in the “Prison Guard Mentality” for life.

Definition of LENIENT Adj.

1: exerting a soothing or easing influence : relieving pain or stress
2: of mild and tolerant disposition; especially: indulgent
le·nient·lyadverb

lenient [ˈliːnɪənt]

adj

1. showing or characterized by mercy or tolerance

Examples of LENIENT

  1. a teacher who is lenient with students who have misbehaved
  2. Many people felt that the punishment was too lenient.
  3. By giving one more person—the executive—the power to reduce (but not to increase) punishments, our constitutions (both Federal and state) seem to be sending an important message: that in a world in which errors are inevitable, it is better to err on the side of overly lenient, rather than overly harsh, punishment. —Alan M. Dershowitz, New York Times Book Review, 16 July 1989

Does John understand the meaning of lenient?

I usually get notice at the last moment on when I can see Tesla.  Then there are days when I think I will see her and he changes her schedule to suit his.  I believe a set day that Tesla and I know John will be “lenient” with on a weekly basis would be great!

The whining about my Facebook status and blog content can stop, oh wise one.  Even better, just co-operate in sharing Tesla more equally and I won’t have a reason to bitch.  Does he even get sharing?

He does understand Bitterman though.

~P.

 

Not a pretty driving bra

Does my bra looked stuffed? Go ahead...be honest. LOL

If I had really thought these spur-of-the-moment photos out, I would have worn a pretty driving bra.  ~P.

How to fill-out your bra:

Happy 6th birthday Tesla!

Blue Zebra

Dear Tesla,

Happy birthday to the best daughter in the world!  I love you soooo much!  When you laugh, you make me laugh.  😀 When you cry, sometimes I cry.  Depends.

I am so excited to see you sometime this afternoon.  You should be on the bus right now.

I called your daddy on the phone but he didn’t answer.   He hopefully will let you call.  While he plays softball we can do something else.   We both wait until the last-minute to know what will work best for your daddy.  Maybe he doesn’t know what time his softball is.  It is difficult to say.  😦

I wonder if you are eating at your daddy’s or if Dale and I are taking you to eat.  Last time you fibbed and said you had not eaten with Daddy.  You took one bite of one nugget and you were done eating.  You were the liar for saying you had not eaten.  Someday you will understand.  For now I know, McDonald’s is hard to pass up for you.

Dale will be home soon and you should be getting off the bus.

With all my love….Happy birthday Tesla Rose Delauter….I love you Doodle!

“Yes, today IS your birthday!”

Love,

Mommy

The freaky boob find

I was blowing up balloons to fill my front window.  It’s not like the neighbors don’t know we pop balloons.  Dale is constantly worried about the pop, especially at night.  I try to stick to no popping after 9 PM…pushing it later now and then.

So I start with this video.

http://youtu.be/_P9DFmKKZLU  The yellow balloon can bite me.

Next came this short vid…

http://youtu.be/CxwlNKaGFAE

I waited for Dale and decided to find balloon clips.

Stay tuned….listen for the pop.  😉

~P.

Another day of

Another day of….

Lung Exercises

Decided to blow off some steam with Dale.  :-)~~

http://youtu.be/iLUU0Jstl2g

http://youtu.be/6aC179qkiAk

http://youtu.be/5rZ7_sXqKpg

http://youtu.be/Pe0hRwVUSDI

The night ended well…we all popped!

~P.

This is what I mean!

I didn’t see Tesla at school today.  I wrote that earlier.

I guess no one read that blog yet.

Called twice to talk to Tesla before soccer.  Voicemail.

7:30 Tesla returned my call but I was outside.

I return her call and tried to talk with her.  It’s so noisy with Heather and children in the background I could barely make out what she is saying.

She asked if I can get her tomorrow.  I told her I would talk to her dad.  She said that her dad wasn’t home.  He was, because she had his phone.

I’m guessing Heather fetched him because he did eventually answer.

I asked him when his game is tomorrow.  He didn’t know.

Can I see Tesla tomorrow?  He didn’t know what his schedule is.

I asked him why it mattered what his schedule was when I only want to see Tesla.  He responded with, “Didn’t you see her at school today.”   I replied, “Wrong” making a buzzer sound and followed it with, “next?”

John thinks he knows everything.  Even if I did see Tesla today, volunteering in her class, why stop me from spending individual time her the next day?

His follow-up to the school comment….”well you saw her over the weekend.”  He says this in front of Tesla.

How is this not purposely keeping Tesla from spending time with me?

As John and Heather like to tell me, “take it to the courthouse.”

Like I don’t spend enough time in the courthouse with John and Heather.  I even have promises from Heather for a future court hearing.

How about just loosening the grip you two have on Tesla?

Your daily drama does affect Tesla….and probably all the other children in the house.

Dr. Phil….help!

~P.

 

When life wears you down

Life is no piece of cake.  It is not a picnic, nor a party.

Life is gruelling in many ways.  You must mix with others as you go about your day.  Trying to stick to a schedule.  It’s not easy.

Today I rode my motorcycle all the way across the county to volunteer in my daughter’s kindergarten class.  I noticed her father’s truck in the parking lot as I walked to the school entrance.  The secretary buzzed me in and I went to the office to sign the visitor book.  As soon as I walked in Mrs. Shields said, “What can I help you with?”   That’s when I knew something was awry.

Apparently there was a memo sent out by Ms. Dettinger that there would be no more volunteering in her classroom and to disregard the volunteer schedule she had previously given to parents.  I didn’t get the memo.  Either it wasn’t passed on to me or it was mixed in with all the other papers that I missed it.  I asked if I could walk over to the class and say hi but I was denied.  After telling Tesla I was coming in, I felt like shit that I couldn’t even say hi to the class.

What I was thinking was, why is John here?  Yesterday he was working at 7pm and sent Heather to get Tesla.  Today he’s at the school?

Ms. Sinclair was outside eating lunch and called my name.  She is Ms. Dettinger’s teaching assistant.  I walked over to the picnic table and she said, “Didn’t you get the memo?  I sent two home with Tesla.”  I said I didn’t and nothing had been said to me about it.  Next, Ms. Sinclair asked, “What’s her dad doing here?” and I responded, “I have no idea.”

My guess, volunteering in Heather’s kids class……

~P.

Glove World

So cute! Glovey Glove

I’m pretty certain, as Tesla and I watch the NEW SpongeBob Squarepants, that the writers or cartoonist have a balloon fetish.  LOL  There are so many episodes around inflated gloves, balloons, a squirrel who lives in a bubble,  bubble blowing, and more and more.  I don’t know if I would have ever thought that without all this balloon research I’ve been doing!  ~P.

Chuck E Balloons

I get a kick out of Chuck E. Cheese.  I like his pizza too.

Tesla and I go to CEC’s maybe twice a month.  Usually one time we eat and play games and the second time we just go to play games.

We’re both happy either way.  The games, the noise and excitement is fun.

Come here mouse...you need a hug.

The Chuck E. Cheese balloons were $2.00 and I wasn’t spending two bucks on a mylar balloon, mouse or not.  Instead we headed to Party City and agreed the assorted package of pearlized balloons!  They didn’t have anymore of the tye-dye balloons that were awesome looking.

Pretty Pearl

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Their nips are hard

Dale picked out the smaller colored balloons.  I haven’t tried blowing them until they pop yet, but I will.

 

~P.