Seriously…you call me from my old office number?

 Wow…now here is excitement…Heather called.

She has started a lawsuit against me and began listing the reasons why she was going to sue me for everything that I have and didn’t care if I went broke (went broke? I am broke!)….I became bored hearing her voice and asked if she had this in writing…she replied a letter will be sent to your lawyer.  (now her lawyer is sending me letters to sue me for my half of my undecided divorce?) I hung up before she was done with the list.  I’d rather read it than listen to her voice go on and on and on.

WHY? I am talking to her kids.  Wait until she hears about soccer tonight then….tonight John told me I could let the girls come look at my cycle…this at Bria’s request.  She sat with Tesla and I during the drink breaks.  I didn’t make her move her drink.  She came and sat with us.  I could go on…better than fiction!

Wait ……….Is my half of the future divorce what Heather is seeking in a lawsuit?

This is non-fiction and it’s mine.  I can’t make this up!  I texted John to ask if he even knew she called…

Thank God I am a writer.

Thank God for my readers.

OXOX

~P.

Sharp Shooting Sister

Don’t assume because….

You tower over your little sister,

Outweigh your little sister,

Can run faster than your little sister,

That you can shoot a Nerf gun better than your little sister.

 

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=327722550622297

birthday balloons

Balloon photos from my nephews birthday.  In the video is my adult son Zeth.  http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=379150355438393

To Write a Murderer?

Corey Hollinger 2007

Would you write to an admitted and convicted murderer in prison?  At one point in my life I would have said “no way.”

Now, I was assigned to read a story about a man serving out his life sentence in prison in Pennsylvania.  I was curious about his life in prison.  It started when he was 16 and now he is 41.  http://girlboxer1970.com/2012/03/14/life-sentence-at-16/  I received an A+ on my review of the original article about this crime.

So, I typed two paragraphs to Corey Hollinger and I received six hand-written pages in return.  He doesn’t seem like a horrible person.  Actually, he seems like a pretty decent guy.  I could scan his letters and let you all read them but, I can sum them up much easier.  He works as a teacher’s aide teaching other prisoners English to earn their GED.  He enjoys almost all types of music.  He found God.  He believes he will get the chance of parole someday.  He works out and is in very good shape.  When he is paroled he wants to finish his college degree (he started college while in prison) and be an ordained minister.

At least he has hope.  I don’t see Pennsylvania every letting Corey out of prison, but that’s just my opinion.  Who am I to rain on his future parade?

(Corey doesn’t have access to the Internet so I can pretty much write whatever I want.)

I wrote Corey a “real letter” this time, explaining why I even know who he is.  I told him what I study in school.  How I’m trying to get through a divorce.  I even printed off some of my papers I wrote for college and some blogs to entertain him.  He will be the only person who reads my blogs off of paper!  I sent him copies of the paper I wrote about him and his little brother Tracy and my opinion piece on life sentences in Pennsylvania.  http://girlboxer1970.com/2012/03/20/life-without-parole-in-pa/

So I’m writing to a murderer…I never would have guessed.

~P.

Blaine’s 8th birthday party

Happy 8th birthday Blaine!  We had a blast celebrating with you!

Dear John~ so sorry

Letters he never learn from

Dear John,

I am SO sorry Tesla didn’t do her homework paper while she was with me this weekend.  We did practice her math, spelling, writing, cutting, pasting, and reading.  The homework was very basic.  Just X out the pictures that don’t start with J and color the ones that do.  That should take Tesla about 2 minutes.  Remind her to write her name on it as she forgets that regularly than doesn’t get credit for doing her homework.  See….non-crisis resolved, Drama King.

What I don’t get is why you feel the need to drive into the townhouses parking area through the exit to chew me a new ass over a two-minute homework paper.  Don’t you realize if you want to tear me a new ass over a homework paper that Tesla knows she needed to do, that’s fine.  Call me after you get home or email or text message me.  You can record yourself bitching at me if you would like.  That way I’ll get the full-blown message, including your scowls and arm-crossing, hand-waving and of course, that Mickey Mouse voice that pops up every time you are aggravated or excited.  Hell, record Heather rolling her eyes and shaking her head at what a failure I am at caring for Tesla this weekend.  Maybe then you two will see how stupid you look.

Your actions only make Tesla feel bad.  Why?  Because she will feel guilty for waiting to do her homework until after she went back with you.  I told her it was fine, she just had to make sure she did it and put her name on it.  We had a very busy weekend with friends and family.  I’ll blog about it eventually.  I know you don’t care, but we had the most fantastic weekend.  It went to quickly.

Here are a few things Tesla said this weekend:

“I don’t want to call my dad.”

“Dad says I can’t call you sometimes.”

“I won’t see you on Easter because Daddy said no.” (This she said on her own BEFORE I even asked you if we could split Easter and she stay overnight to Monday.”

“Dad said to Heather, “I work all day, I don’t want to have to come home and cook too.”

So maybe instead of flipping out over something that is just not worthy of the drama, focus on what your child is saying.  I know she will get her homework done.  What I don’t is how much longer she will respect you for all the drama you and Heather make.  Heather with her “don’t talk to my kids, my kids aren’t going to Tesla’s birthday party.”  What kind of attitude is that?

What I write on my blog is my opinion and I don’t voice my opinions to Tesla.  You on the other hand, actively force your opinions on Tesla by acting like an immature child and pitching a bitch fit in front of her.  Though you swear you don’t, I know you read my blog as you enjoy quoting me.  I know what I wrote, you don’t have to quote me.

Next time, just bitch to Heather.  She’s the only person who wants to hear your squeaky voice.

~P.

 

Kissed N Licked

Just a few pictures.  🙂

Delauter/Crider ~Custody Order

Here’s all 12 pages.  Free Advice Welcome!  🙂   OXOX ~P.

College, kids and soccer

It’s 8:15 PM and I’ve finally sat down in a comfortable seat for the first time today.  It feels good.

<Big pause in typing while I relax and let my hands rest on the keyboard. >

My day started off with Geography, a class I happen to enjoy.

<Currently failing, but I have faith I can fix that.>

We took a quiz and I think I passed.  I’ll know on Friday.

<Did the extra credit map for an extra 22 possible points.>

Next was Information Literacy (or IFL) which is a relatively informative and interesting computer class.

<The girl next to me is prego.  She has terrible breath.  I feel bad for her, the girl to her right, and me.>

I am doing a little presentation on Identity Theft for extra credit.

<The guy next to me looks at cars and car parts almost the entire class.>

So far only one other person has signed up.  I guess no one needs the extra credit.

<Unless you don’t show up for class, there is no way to fail.  Car Dude with pass with no problems.>

We could even work with a partner, which I think is ridiculous.

<I’d ask Prego, but her breath would probably kill me.>

I had a hot dog at the Chemistry Club’s Weenie Wednesday stand.  $1 hotdogs and they’re all beef.

<They never have any burned dogs!  I like my dogs burnt and very crispy.>

In the Professional Writing Studio, I worked on my Spanish presentation.

<Me llamo Rosetta Ramirez…>

I printed some research questionnaires about balloons.

<I think balloons are sexy.  Who doesn’t love balloons?>

I chatted with some friends who were also hanging out in the studio.

<We must band together to fight the Writing Lab Trolls!>

Ying and I took several walks around campus because we both need the exercise.

<Well, I need the exercise.  Ying is a skinny rat dog.>

Five and one half hours later I went to my daughter’s soccer practice.

<It was hard as hell to find her team.  The coach didn’t give out the t-shirts at the beginning of practice.>

I watched her practice and signed up to provide a snack at a future game.

<Heather, the coaches’ girlfriend came over and gave me a schedule and hit me up for the snack list.>

Tesla did really well with the ball and following the directions of the coach.

<The pink cleats she got from a friend were adorable.  Her daddy didn’t have to buy new ones after all.>

The coach did a great job considering he’s never coached soccer before.

<He’s a better softball player, everyone would agree, including him.>

I was proud of the coach.  I could tell he was giving it his all.

<There was a knee brace on his left leg.  A softball injury?>

He really enjoyed having all these children run around him, carrying out his directions.

<Let me tell you, this coach is very good at giving directions.>

The coaches’ girlfriend left, no one noticed but me, and maybe the coach.

<Heather isn’t the Head Soccer Mom for the purple team.>

After practice I hung around until there was no one left but Heather’s daughter, Tesla and John.

<Bria is adorable.  She always says hello to me.>

The four of us walked towards the parking lot.

<Tesla said to Bria, “you can’t drink my mom’s iced tea because you don’t have the same germs.”

It was a very long walk and Tesla held my hand.

<Tesla said to me, “you and Daddy have the same germs.>

My other hand was full or I believe Bria would have wanted to hold it.

<I giggled and said, “Mommy’s germs mixed with Daddy’s germs and that made you!”>

Tesla and Bria laughed like crazy at that statement.

<Tesla said to John, “isn’t Mommy funny Daddy?”  “Yeah, she’s funny.” John replied.>

John and I held conversation on the way to the truck.  We can be civil.

<Well, I think we can.  There are days I have my doubts.  Deep down, he misses me.  LOL>

I said goodbye to Tesla (and Bria) and asked John if he would send a note in to school Friday.

<I held my breath, waiting to hear his answer.>

He hesitated briefly and I said, “John, please send a note so I can get her Friday after class.”

<Don’t you dare say no in front of Tesla and Bria….>

He replied, “yes, I’ll send in the note.”

<Do I miss John?  There are times I do.  Especially when it comes to watching him play sports.>

“Thank you,” I replied.  “What happened to your truck?” I asked, noticing the damage to the rear.

<Didn’t surprise me to see the damage.  He can be very careless when driving.>

“I hit Ladonna’s car.”

<Is working as a secretary for John really worth the stress and drama?>

I went my way and my child, husband and husband’s girlfriend’s daughter went the other.

<I feel ripped off on so many levels by this marriage.  Thank God for blogging.>

~P.

Feet, shoes and balloons

At least once a day I search balloon + something to see what kinds of balloon pictures I get.

Today I searched:  balloon + feet, balloon + high heels, balloon + toes, and balloon + shoe

Here’s what I got!  There is no limit to the imagination!  ~P.