Girlboxer is BACK

Ten-ish Years Ago

To say it’s been awhile since I posted would be an understatement. It’s been a LONG while.

And now, Miss Clairol no longer makes a dime on me.

I never dreamed my first post, after years of silence, would be about my cellphone number, but, such is the case.

This morning, the text messages I sent to someone to let them know their glass etching was done, came back undeliverable. (More on glass etching later) It said it was because my phone was inactive. I sent it 3 times, like I could convince it, that it, was in error. I tried to make a call, no luckies there either. I had switched to the MUCH cheaper, StraightTalk company, and assumed I had some type of problem with my autofill.

If only it had been that easy.

According to them, I had cancelled my phone number. That’s what a young, female operator told me. I replied, “there is no way I would cancel my phone number.” She replied, “on Nov. 19 it was canceled and your plan has ended.”

Now, my reaction was probably one she never encountered before. I said, “you’re saying I canceled my number?” And she said replied with “yes.”

I literally moaned, and said, “I’m going to throw up.” She said, “Oh, it’s going to be ok! We’ll get you a new phone number.” WELL, that was not what I wanted to hear. I knew that meant there was NO WAY I was getting my old phone number back, because my account wasn’t just canceled, my phone number was marked as no longer in use, and recycled back into the number system.

The heat in my stomach shot up what felt like 10 degrees, and I could feel my heart beating in my guts. The kiss of death was when my mouth began to water like a geyser, and I either had to hang up, or this poor girl was going to hear me dry heave like a drunk after a bender. Fortunately, it was early and I knew nothing was coming up but some coffee, tops.

She could not WAIT to transfer my call to another dude, who eventually told me the exact same thing. I did not dry heave in his ear. It had taken a moment to get transferred. I’m guessing she filled him in that I was totally losing my shit over the cancelled phone number. Not screaming and yelling, but moaning and dry heaving.

Good news, I have a new number. It’s not a 717 area code phone number. Hell, it’s not even a PA area code, it’s for South Carolina, but at least a have a working phone again.

I have made it through the day and thought this would be a good way to jump back into writing on my blog. In a way, I’m having the same type of problem with my blog. I foolishly didn’t get around to changing my card number after it expired. My website did not auto renew, so I lost my website original name, and have to choose a new one. That sucks even more then losing my phone number, I think.

The question is, what do I change it too? Girlboxer-1970.com? Girlboxer1970Arts.com? Or, I’m seriously considering Girlboxer1970Pops.com.

I’m really into etching glass. I also etch metal and my husband and I make wooden signs together. That all can be found on our Facebook page, CopenCrider Creations.

I want this blog to be more about my arts and hobbies (writing, painting, photography, glass-etching, balloon fun and outdoor adventures) and zero about divorce, which is what this blog had started with. Am I still going to write a book someday? Yes, I plan to. That will be down the road. I can’t even bring myself to read my old blog posts about divorce and custody. I also have a box and file cabinet of notes I don’t open. It is still very painful. I am happily remarried (part of why my writing died out) and my ex is remarried with wife #5. I wish them the absolute best.

All my original blog content will still be on whatever I name my new blog. It has to be as close to my original website name as possible. I have social media that I use to promote my arts and I use girlboxer1970 as my handle.

I am enjoying my new hobby of making TikToks. My YouTube channel of fun balloon videos, that are FREE, are still online and I’m adding more nearly every day. Some of my videos have been viewed over 63K times!

Please subscribe to my TicTok and YouTube! And, if you’re not a subscriber to my blog, please join in the FUN!!

Instagram, TikTok and YouTube for Girlboxer1970 fun!

You’ll be hearing more from me, I promise! It’s been forever since I clicked, PUBLISH!

~Pattie

Looner Study: What I learned from liking balloons

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I did an interview with Practitioner’s TV about balloons. This YouTube channel is out of Philadelphia and came to visit me to learn about what looners are and balloon & latex fetishism, based on a paper I wrote while in York College of PA in May of 2012. I agreed to the interview because I was promised the show was to promote acceptance rather then ostracize those who love balloons. The interview will be release this Thursday, June 22, 2017.

I have never shared the results of my questionnaires with anyone other than my professor and people who submitted responses and wanted to see the final thesis paper. I decided to share the paper now that the episode was coming out so people could see the full study along with the interview and the awesome song written by Dave DeHart of They & Them. Here is the link to the song he wrote based on the interview.

<https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2qNkOfwVLU&t=179s <—–Looner theme song written by Dave about my love for balloons.

Below are the links to my thesis paper for my professional writing class. I received a perfect score though she teased me I did miss some commas. 🙂

Complete Looner study   <—–PDF version

Complete Looner study <—–Word Doc version

Here is the link to my YouTube channel where I enjoy making videos for other people. They’re just me being silly, and blowing up balloons, and popping them. Either you’re into watching (or hearing) them or you’re not. It’s all good. I rarely make a video anymore, but I still think balloons are awesome.

https://www.youtube.com/user/girlboxer1970

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Thanks for stopping by! If you like what you read and want others to read it too, show you care and share this post. 🙂 🙂

Please write me a note in the comments about your thoughts on the results of my paper.

Here’s the episode!!

~P.

There may be other links through the balloon tags on my blog site that don’t work. I had to delete tons of photos of balloons I had because I didn’t have space. 😦

Snot & Lougies

I’m having a rough morning. Don’t even work today, but my stomach is a mess. This COULD be a sick day. But no, vacation has been used.

As I lay here slightly overheated from throwing up thick spit, I got to thinking about how much snot is actually swallowed. I know, gross.

When you suck snot in backwards and swallow instead of spit, it goes straight to your stomach. You’re basically eating your own snot and lougies. 🤮

I hope I can fall back to sleep.

I don’t have to work today.

I do feel a little better.

❤️P.

Rethink how much I needed to start with

What would you do if you lost all your possessions?

At this point in my life, as I’m turning 55 next week, I realize even if I lost every possession I owned today, as long as I still had my husband and family, everything else is replaceable.

And this time, I would just have less. The stuff you have isn’t what makes your life.

Brian would just buy another sailboat. ⛵️

P.

Stinktown PA DoorDash

If you’re familiar with York County, you’ll know where I’m referring.

If the mill smell doesn’t knock you over, throw in the cow farms stenches too. Talk about kissing your honey where it stinks!? Whew! PU!

I had a DoorDash there today. The warmth of the day made it extra delightful.

Oh the dash was for one item.

An enema bag.

I couldn’t find it at Walgreen’s. The clerk had no idea. I finally found it and left, pleased with myself.

He met me at the gate in rubber boots.

Bag delivered.

I can’t make 💩 this up.

Still Dashing,

~P.

Short answer-DoorDash

What are you doing this evening?

This was actually a prompt from a few days ago, but I want to share a short story.

I started DoorDash about a month ago. You start to recognize other Doordashers hanging out, waiting for orders.

I’ll start conversations with them, just to keep myself entertained.

Hanging out in front of the York City McDonald’s, where shootings are frequent and food is slow, I nodded to a guy probably in his late 20s with a few face tattoos. I asked “dashing”?

He replied, “yes”, with a sigh.

I stated, “yeah me, too. I have student loans I want to pay off before I retire.”

He replied, “oh yeah!” with enthusiasm. And added, “I have to pay off my fines and restitution so probation will let me leave this shit state.”

I raised my eyebrows with full sincerity, and even nodded, replying, “I hope that works out for you.”

He said “thanks” and went onward in his dashing.

I have to say, Dashing is quite the experience.

😂 P.

Red in the Neck TV

What TV shows did you watch as a kid?

First, we only have local television channels. There was no cable of any type, reaching our neck of the woods. No MTv.

We watched a lot of public television. Ironic, as the channel I didn’t want to watch is now a channel that is possibly going away. Of course l, when I was really young I enjoyed Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers.

Loved Archie Bunker. Walton’s. Little House.

Oh, we watched the Dukes of Hazard, Happy Days, and Laverne and Shirley.

Hmmmm…great shows.

Better times.

If my mom had 4 arms

Leg hugs

I had surgery on my knee this past Friday. It went well. Compared to the Achilles tendon repair I had two years ago, this is a piece of cake.

I’m to use these leg compression devices for 15 days after my surgery. I actually like them a lot and may continue to use them. It’s good for my circulation in my left leg too. The skinny leg, as my husband calls it.

My mom used to rub my legs at night when I would wake up in my early teens with horrific growing pains. She would knead each one, up and down, easing my aching muscles.

Oddly, these compression devices, remind me of the massages she would give to help ease the pain.

Well, if she had 4 arms.

Missing mom,

~P.

Made Bed

Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.

It might not be the neatest made bed, but when I go to bed at night, it’s a special slice of joy that my bed is made and literally waiting for me to climb into it like a bear, settling in for a long winter.

~P.

Not a bone, but the achilles tendon

Have you ever broken a bone?

I have managed to go 54 years on this earth without breaking a bone. But two years ago, while jumping rope at the gym, my Achilles tendon fully ruptured.

Effing OUCH!

The recovery from the Achilles tendon was the most horrible experience I’ve ever had in my life. Keep in mind I have three children, two of which I gave birth to without an epidural.

I 100% believe that I broke my leg, it would’ve been a much easier healing process.

Achilles tendon rupture are no joke!

No broken bones in the future, I hope!

P.

Thursday is preFriday

There’s 21 minutes until I have to be at work. I’m currently on the couch, listening to the rats chew the cardboard box in their cage. I have no motivation to get off the couch and go to work. I can usually delay the inevitable for another 10 minutes, maybe even 15.

I think about retiring a lot. At 54, it’s way earlier than I ever thought I would even think about retiring. The idea of just taking months for sailing trips is so appealing. A three month trip to the Bahamas sounds amazing.

As you can imagine, there are some problems with the idea of retiring early. They all have to do with 💰. I’ve been out of college 11 years, but I’m still paying on my student loan. There’s also this little thing called a mortgage.

But, Brian is ready to retire. My husband has had 30 years in public service. His current assignment is in a school and he’s has 10 years in and is definitely ready to go out.

I read stories written by people that live aboard their sailboat and how wonderful their life is, cutting the ties to land. I think I want this lifestyle. My husband certainly wants this lifestyle.

Can I handle living on a 39 foot sailboat for months at a time? Or will I go stir crazy? 🤪What do we do with our house? The cats? They cannot live on the boat. 

I still have about a year and a half before I hit 20 years at my job. It will all work out.

…10 minutes until start time. Good thing I just walk downstairs.

⛵️

~P.

Mr. Kinsley 7th Grade Writing

Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

Mr. Kinsley was an English teacher and he also taught creative writing. I started writing a journal in his class.

It was fun to decorate the covers and as I continued to do it for years later, my covers became more and more creative. Lots of boys names. 😂

He is the one that ignited my interest in writing and journaling. He was dedicated to teaching, driving from West Virginia to Pennsylvania. That or a bit crazy. 🤪

Thanks Mr. K!