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Mar 8, 2013

I was grilled and chewed up like a cheap hamburg

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I was grilled tonight by John.  He is claiming I called and told Google that the business had closed.

About two years ago he claimed I purposely withheld mail to the company from Yellowbook.  He even took me to court (well tried to) over that.  It never made it before a judge because, surprise, I had nothing to do with it. Click here to read that fiasco. http://wp.me/1j2Ur

Now John knows I’m refiling for a divorce hearing before the Divorce Master.  Can you imagine that being your career title?  It even sounds brutal so I’m not looking forward to having one decide my divorce.  But, I rather a Master decide than John.

So I have no idea who, if anyone, called Google.

If only I had my pen with me, you could hear his relentless badgering about Google, and if he finds out I had anything to do with the company “being closed” he will be contacting his lawyer to sue me.  Again with the suing.

I reminded him of the Yellowbook fiasco and I resumed playing with Tesla in the yard.  I had stopped just to say hello to Tesla.

Tesla said, “I want Ying to play with Biscuit and Scout.”  Heather’s dogs have collars that are supposed to contain them in the yard.  Those collars must not work.  At first the dogs just ran around the house.

Heather looked directly at Tesla and snapped, “Get that damn leash on your dog!”  Then she looked at me and I said, “Really?  Damn?”  She responded, “You’re not even allowed to be here.” A jab at the court order barring me from my own property.  “Wow, you have balls.” and she responded, “Bigger balls than yours.”

I’m not even sure what she means by that but, if she is implying she has big balls to move herself and four kids in while John is in the middle of a divorce, well, I guess she does have bigger balls.  I didn’t expect to get in an “I’m pretty than you!” fight and just kept walking with Tesla.

But Ying ran astray to the neighbors fenced in yard.  Biscuit followed.    While Tesla walked to the neighbors to collect our dogs, she asked if I would ask her dad if she could spend some time with me.  I noticed earlier Heather’s crew was loading up to leave.  I had even moved my car to be out of the way.  I told her I would ask but I never got the chance.

“Get in the car Tesla, we’re leaving.”  I looked at Tesla while we were still a distance away and said, “I think you are leaving.”  She said, “No, I’m staying here with my dad.”

How quickly things change.

Everyone was now switching to the truck instead of the van.  Her dad was suddenly leaving and Heather was firm they were all going.  She also informed me it was none of my business who was going where, showing that fake courage she stores up for an occasional outburst.    Wow…amusing.

I just wanted half an hour with my kid.  Instead I was served up and chewed out.

Whatever.

~P.

 

 

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Mar 7, 2013

Freeman is the man

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Who is this Freeman that suddenly popped up on Amish Mafia?  He is one creepy dude.  Even his sister is scared of him.  I’m certain he didn’t say anything the entire episode.  I bet he won’t even get paid for his non-acting.  This should be investigated.  No one is safe. Nor the animals.

Now if Freeman would like to eat say, Merlin, I’m cool with that.

~P.

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Mar 6, 2013

A Slice of: I Used to Drive a Mercedes 2008

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2008

He forgot my birthday in October.  I could tell because at the last minute he stopped at Giant and bought a cake and card.  John was known for making birthdays and holidays a big deal.  Past gifts were extravagant: diamonds, a sky-diving trip and cars.  (Merry Christmas honey, I got you a Mercedes!)   I didn’t expect lavish gifts, but no gift was a sign.  That week of my birthday also held a new experience for me.  My first trip to the funny farm.  Seriously, I was admitted to York Hospital mental health ward, psych ward, whatever you want to call it.  The entire situation was blown ridiculously out of proportion.  John will always cause a bad situation to expand exponentially to the point that someone, Linda, calls 911.  After a verbal battle with John over his demands for me to do the yearly taxes but refusal to include the checking account records, had pushed me to the limit.

Now little did I know, John had filed for divorce on my birthday and stopped at Giant on the way home after signing the divorce papers and realizing how obvious it will be that he forgot my birthday because birthday’s are a big deal in the Delauter household and it is nearly unimaginable that he, the man, would forget his lovely wife’s birthday.  I didn’t get the papers that day.  He was withholding that information for the time being.  The divorce paper delivery needed to be at the right moment to create the most impact on my psyche.  It’s all about the throat punch in John’s world.

Just a wee slice of my memoir.  It will continue to grow.

~P

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Mar 5, 2013

Internship week 5 & 6

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Weeks 5 & 6 of internship at Stage of Life:

Spoke to Dr. Walter’s and Creative Nonfiction class about contributing to Stage of Life essays.

Dr. Yonker’s class will be submitting their memoir essays to SOL.

Created slideshow presentation for internship meeting at YCP.

Expanding on slideshow for high school presentations.

Read Twitter contests, chose top three and favorite winter story.

Contributed 3 posts on SOL site

Emails with Eric

Feb. 18th  1.0 hr

Feb 25th 1.0 hr

Feb. 26th 2.0 hrs

Feb 27th 3.0 hr

Mar 1st 2.0 hrs

Total hours 9.5

77.25 hrs -9.5 hrs =67.75 hrs remaining

Schedule and Goals

Office on March 5 & 8th  minimum 4 hour days

Cold calls high schools and establish who SOL information should be addressed to.

Create letter for contact via email or US mail.

 

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Mar 5, 2013

Junkyards

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I spent a few hours at Baughman’s Salvage Yard.  Old and abandoned-Fascinating!

Click on a picture and the gallery will open magically!


 

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Mar 4, 2013

In York with a Camera

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Don’t let people tell you York, PA isn’t a friendly place.  At least during the day people are friendly.  They see a camera around your neck and invite you to take their picture.

All these pictures are from York, PA.  I was experimenting with my camera settings.  None of the pictures have been edited.   I’d like to take photos at night but I’m not going in alone!

Enjoy!

~P.

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Mar 4, 2013

Deserted with vultures

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This is the first of a series I will be covering.  Abandoned buildings.

I’ve become fascinated with nature taking over what man built.  If you know of abandoned places (not just houses) let me know.

Dover Township, PA

The main house

The main house

Turkey buzzards move in

Turkey buzzards move in

 

Waiting for me to leave their home

Waiting for me to leave their home

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Let me know what you think of my pictures.  I hope to get better ones on another trip.  I was alone and didn’t want to risk getting hurt by entering the house further.  Wednesday I’m going to Centralia, PA with friends to see the town that is burning from below.

Watching nature reclaim its territory.

~P.

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Mar 4, 2013

Holly’s Baby Shower

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Today was my cousin’s baby shower.  Holly and Chris are expecting Faith on tax day…April 15th!

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Mar 1, 2013

The cries for an epidural

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A tiny excerpt from “I Used to Drive a Mercedes”

           Hell yeah I wanted an epidural.  I popped out my sons without an epidural and this time, I wanted it to be as painless as possible.  Thirteen years had passed since I last gave birth but the memory of the pain had not faded.  Shoot me up in the back, I’m ready!  I felt the relief from contractions almost immediately.  Finally, a break from the constant pain in my lower region.  “I feel funny,” I said to my husband.   John looked at the vitals monitor and hit my nurse in the ass.  “Hey, her heart rate is dropping.”  I felt my head start to jerk back and forth much like a bobble head moves.  Things started to go dark and I could hear the nurse order my sister, mom and two friends out of the room.  The anesthesiologist called code; I was gone.

And then, I came back.  Whatever they did worked and I woke to a room full of doctors and nurses.  A little too much epidural and bam, you are dead.  I cried, grabbing onto my husband.  He told me, “don’t cry” and my nurse said, “She can cry if she wants!” So I did.  I’m not feeling any pain, but shit, that scared me almost to death.  Hours later it is time to push, but the brat is in my uterus sticking her nose up at me.  I’m glad my doctor was a woman and she had small hands.  Things were a bit crowded in there ya know?  I couldn’t feel pain but knew I would pay later for her helping hand.  In went the hand and in two pushes, out came the baby.  She was perfect.

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Feb 28, 2013

Yo Mamma, you the bomb

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“I’ve never let my schooling get in the way of my education.” M. Twain

            I graduated from high school in 1989 and began college in 2010.  The education I received in high school did not prepare me for life.  Twenty-one years later the education that I receive in college will improve my career opportunities but still does not prepare me for the rest of my life.  The two educations in academic settings do not limit or define the knowledge I gained.  Schooling is important, but life itself is an amazing educator.

School could not prepare me for the position of domestic goddess.  It could not prepare me to be a loving wife.  It most definitely could not prepare me to be a great mother.  I looked to my own mother as a role model.  My mom did not work and was always home when we filed off the bus.  She cooked dinner every day, even on the weekends.  Our family of six was grounded by our mother and we blossomed under her guidance.  School does not teach the skills one needs to be the rock of a household.

Mom pushed me to be the best student possible but never went overboard.  She realized her daughter was smart, smarter than she.  I didn’t need help with my homework or even told to do my homework.  What I needed was my mom to have my back.  She encouraged me to let my personality shine and be the unique child I was and eventually the adult I grew to be.  My mom was my best friend and to this day, is still.  We laughed together, cried together and united when needed.  For as kind and understanding as my mother was, my father was the opposite.  If anything, I learned I did not want to be like my father.

Academia is important.  Schools teach students the core basics in education.  In life, the educators are the people who surround you, family, neighbors and friends.  I was lucky to have an out-standing mother.  She guided and supported me for the first eighteen years of my life and I am eternally grateful.  She has always been and will always be my life role model and hero.  I hope my own children will have that same emotional connection and opinion of me.

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