It’s my blog and I’ll bitch if I want to

I bought this blog site to write what’s on my mind.  Of course it’s all my thoughts and opinions.  That’s what a blog is.

Some people feel I use it to bash my future ex.  Big deal!  He loves to bash people right and left.  The minute you’re not doing him any good, he doesn’t need you anymore.

I make friends in hopes of it being a life-long relationship.  John makes friends to use them.  I spent many years with this man listening to him bash his friends behind their backs.

Not just his friends but his family, employees and anyone else he wants to bash.  John can look you in the face and tell you how great you are and two minutes later have a list of what’s wrong with you, your life, you career, your work ethics, your children, your looks, where you live…etc. etc. etc.

I should have realized this when I first met him:  When a man’s momma wants nothing to do with him (and now his grandchild because of him) that’s a telltale sign.  Those family members who do talk to him, are just using him in return.  How often did people call and want to come visit us when we were together?  Never.  In fact, people would tell me the reason they didn’t come around is because of who I married.

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Interestingly the sheriff was just here.  I was served papers a few days ago by a different sheriff for the credit card accounts that have been left unpaid.  This time they were looking for someone else.  I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were serving me papers for another outstanding loan, one that is part of the marital debt.

Wells Fargo keeps sending me notices that the mortgage isn’t paid.  John has money for trips, softball, girlfriends, jewelry, clothes, new truck, and Lord knows what else that I’m not aware of.  Just no money to pay the mortgage, credit card debts and loans on the four-wheelers he insisted on buying when we were still together.  He’s even added more four-wheelers to his collection as the household has exploded in size with his current girlfriend and her children.

Am I angry?  Hell yeah.  I didn’t quit my career of 11 years with the state, sell my house and car to be treated like shit.  I gave this man everything I had in me and he took it and expected more.  He is impossible to please and will throw anyone under the bus to save his ass.

Want to comment and defend John…feel free.  The only people who have ever claimed I was the problem in the marriage were those under John’s thumb.

The only people who come to John defense (other than his overpaid lawyers) are his girlfriend, secretary and softball players.  Pretty sad.

My blog, my opinion.

~P.

 

Dear John~And the truth is revealed

Dear John,

We were all wondering (Dale, Zeth, Suz and I) what the heck you were doing at the playground with Tesla so early in the morning.

Well now we all know….YOU were playing softball while our daughter was at the playground by herself.  Even worse, Tesla says there weren’t any other little kids there but there was two big boys.

Why the hell are you letting Tesla at the playground alone while you play softball?  I know how fucking important softball is to you.  Hell, you were ready to blow me off the same day I miscarried with our second child because you had a softball game.  I had to guilt you into staying home with Tesla and I after I lost our baby.  (which you blamed on me)

Obviously you couldn’t watch Tesla while you played ball.  She said she screamed really loud because her arm hurt so bad.  I told her I was sorry she got hurt and she shouldn’t have been there alone.  Her response was, “Daddy said I could.”

Maybe I should be glad she only suffered a broken arm (which needs surgical pins implanted tomorrow.)  It could have been even worse, say someone kidnapping her.  Bob Hoffman stadium isn’t exactly the safest neighborhood for a little girl to be playing alone on a playground.

What the fuck were you thinking?  Oh wait, I know….only about yourself.  To the point you wouldn’t even let Tesla be with me after you were too busy to keep an eye on her to start with.  It’s not like it would have hurt her more to spend the rest of the day with her mom.

Here’s a thought!  You could have called me and told me to meet you at the softball field so you can play your game and Tesla could spend time with me.

God forbid you let me have a little extra time with Tesla.

Once a selfish bastard, always a selfish bastard.

I can’t wait to be divorced from you…..and have custody of our daughter.

~P.

When the Jag won’t start

The street cleaning schedule around York College campus is as set in stone as the time McDonald’s stops serving breakfast.  The streets are clearly marked and if you park your car on a day determined for street cleaning you will get a ticket.

Even if the sweeper isn’t cleaning a street until afternoon, the parking enforcement agents will be on your car at 9 AM issuing that $25 fine.

Much to my surprise, the parking enforcers do have a heart.

How exciting…..getting Daddy’s Jaguar while in college!

How to plead your case with the street cleaners.

How she really feels about the Jag.

No sad note=ticket

Just the little things that make me smile…..

~P.

 

 

 

Mercury VS Signal Pole

A Mercury Mountaineer collided head-on with the signal pole at the intersection of Route 74 (Carlisle Rd) and Emigsville Road at 2:41 PM.  The impact caused the large light signal to fall into the center of Carlisle Road and the small signal became stuck, facing the ground.

The driver, an elderly man and his wife were taken by the West York Ambulance Club to the hospital.  Carlisle Road was closed on both sides for approximately an hour.  There was no word of the couples condition.

Met-Ed is on scene and the immediate intersection may remain closed for the signal light repairs.

Signal pole always wins.

~P.

Dear John~aka Mr. Know It All

Dear John,

You wonder why I get so pissed off at you.  Did you ever stop to think it’s because you firmly believe you know everything but when it’s convenient, you plead ignorance?  This morning is a great example.

Dale and I stayed up late watching movies (which you probably know since my Facebook is so closely followed by you and your minions) and I forgot to plug my cellphone in.  So this morning when you have Tesla at the playground (and I’m really curious if it was you or Heather since I know Heather takes Tesla to church, not you) and she falls off the monkey bars, you resort to calling Walt to notify me that Tesla is injured.

Really, the only person you know how to get in contact with is my father?  Not that long ago, you had your lawyer pursing Dale as a convicted felon.  You knew his first, middle and last name, birthday, address etc. in an attempt to keep Tesla away from me, yet you don’t have Dale’s phone number?  I know I’ve called you from Dale’s phone.  He’s also in the phone book.  It’s also all over his truck in large letters advertising his computer business.  Amazing how you manage to know everything you possible can about Dale and I except how to contact him if there is an emergency and I can’t be reached.

So you have Dale’s number now that I’ve called you and made a point of you saving it for emergency purposes.  Dale would never have a problem with you calling his cell to relay a message about Tesla.  Unlike that bitch of a girlfriend you continue to entertain.  Heather doesn’t want me to EVER call or text her cell, even when she has Tesla because your off doing whatever it is that makes you happy at the moment.  It’s well-known how you do what you want, when you want.  Hell, you even do who you want with no consequences because you are the king, top dog and big man of your universe.

Now Tesla has a broken left arm.  Not just broken and a cast, but broken so badly she has to have surgery tomorrow.  You knew how much I wanted to see my baby girl this morning at the hospital but would you allow me to come in and see her.  Oh hell no.  She was being discharged and you were leaving immediately even though I was already on the way in.  I said I’d come get her at the house if you weren’t going to wait and you shot that down also.

Our daughter breaks her arm and you won’t even let me see her.  That’s sad John.  Instead, you make her and I wait until the court appointed time of 7PM tonight.  Does that make you feel like you’re in control?  Not allowing mother and daughter to see one another after she suffers a traumatic experience.

The only thing that kept me from completely losing my temper was speaking to Tesla and hearing the pain medication was helping her.  I guess until I pick her up tonight I will remain in the dark concerning what really happened.  Tesla reassured me I can get her at 7 PM, clearly you already pumped that into her head.

I managed to raise two boys who never broke a bone, yet you and your lawyer are constantly doubting my parenting abilities.  Every serious injury Tesla has had happened on your watch.  From four-wheeler accidents to broken arms….maybe it’s time custody is heard by a judge once again.  This time, I’m bringing back-up.  ~P.

welcome said the spider to the fly

We didn’t walk into it or fight our way through it.

A beautiful work of art.

Spun to catch it’s prey.

Up all night, gone by day.

Temporary home maker, permanent bug wrecker.

Are you a spider hater?

~P.

I don’t deserve parole

I started writing Corey Hollinger during my last term at York College.  http://girlboxer1970.com/2012/03/14/life-sentence-at-16/

On August 17th I visited Corey in prison to talk to him about his life and life sentence.

That’s the question I struggle with the most.  “Why do you deserve to be paroled? The truth is, I don’t.”

Corey surprised me with that statement.  I didn’t have an expectation of what his answer would be and his honesty and sincerity caught me with my guard down.

“Tell me how you and your brother ended up in a man’s house with a gun.” I asked.  Corey let out a long, deflating breath and took me back to his life at age ten.

Corey’s family passed dysfunctional life like an Olympic sprinter.  As far back as he could remember, the household was chaotic and negative.  He recalls his mother being suicidal and often having to talk her down from taking her life.  He has vivid memories of her telling him and his little brother Tracey she couldn’t take life anymore and locking herself in the bathroom with a butter knife.  His memory of the butter knife was eye-opening.  Genuine suicide attempts usually don’t include butter knives.

He also recalls his dad swallowing an entire bottle of aspirin in his suicide attempt.  Corey called his aunt who was a nurse to come help him.  Both his parents survived the attempts but permanently scarred him and his brother.  Tracey also attempted suicide but was not successful.

The emotional trauma didn’t stop at suicide attempts.  Their mother was having an affair and one day their father told them to get in the vehicle, they were going to hunt down their mom.  Corey watched his dad load his rifle and carry it out to the truck.  As his father drove to the house where he suspected his wife to be cheating, Corey knew his father had intentions of shooting his mother and her boyfriend.  To his relief, neither was at the house and the rifle was not put to use.  He had no doubts that had they been at the house, his father would have shot them dead.

In his early teens Corey began getting in minor trouble with the law.  He felt everyone was against him and he was bitter at the hand life had dealt him.

He wanted to be emancipated from his parents who were no longer together.  He compared his plans of freedom to making a house of cards.  Every card held the next card up with invisible strings of hope.  When one card fell out of place, it pulled down the entire house to its foundation.

His plan was to be emancipated, get an apartment with his best friend Dominic who was two years older, finish high school and follow in Dominic’s steps by starting college.  His house of cards did not stand for long.  Corey’s mom decided to fight his emancipation infuriating an already angry, young man.  Next his girlfriend was grounded by her father and they were not permitted to see each other after school.

Again, he paused and said, “I don’t know why this upset me so much.  It wasn’t like we didn’t see each other in school or we couldn’t talk on the phone.  I just felt that her dad was being unfair because her punishment had nothing to do with me.  She was only grounded for a month…just a month!  Now I realize that a month is nothing in time.”

Shortly after his girlfriend’s grounding, his best friend’s father had a massive heart attack.  Dominic was leaving for three weeks to attend to his family’s needs in this time of loss.  Corey felt the only two supportive people were leaving him.

At this point Corey and Tracey had been placed in juvenile support homes.  He said not so much because they were in trouble but because they had no parent role models to ensure their care and safety.  They lived in separate homes, a rule of the housing program.  Determined to make it through this program and become emancipated, he put his best foot forward and began to excel.  Then there was a minor set-back for an infraction of the rules and he was told an additional 30 days would be added to his program.

“My card house crashed to the ground again and I felt I needed to get away.  It was a Friday and I talked Tracey into skipping school with me.  All I had in my head was I wanted to get a car and go to Potter County where my family had a cabin.  My second biggest regret in life was talking Tracey into joining me.”

Corey and Tracey started hunting for a car to steal.  Luck was not on their side as everyone seemed to be away from home.  They broke into a house but found nothing that interested them.  The second house they broke into they discovered a stash of guns.  Corey took two handguns and they left.  They saw a man in a neighboring home arrive in his station wagon and enter his home.

The decision to rob the man of his car is what truly changed their lives.  “I could have handled this stupid decision so many ways but when we went inside the house, I raised the gun and pulled the trigger.  I didn’t think I shot him at first.  He raised his hands to his chest but was still standing.  Tracey thought I missed him too and I pulled the trigger for the second time.  The man, a stranger to me, fell to the ground.  Suddenly I was over-whelmed with what I did and kept repeating, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!  Tracey grabbed the keys and yelled at me, snapping me out of it.  I followed him back out the door and he jumped in the driver’s seat of the car.”

Tracey didn’t drive more than a mile when his nerves caused him to shake uncontrollably.  He pulled over and they switched seats.  Corey decided to drive to a nearby state park to toss the guns.  There were side roads that led to pavilions for family picnics.  Each one he turned down was occupied so he gave up ditching the guns there.  He was driving on a main road of the park when they passed a state trooper.  As they crossed paths the trooper raised his hand and pointed at the car.  Corey realized they had just been made in the stolen car and decided to make an escape.

The dirt road kicked up thick dust as he drove over 110 mph to make a get-away.   He knew the roads well and made a hard turn onto a side road in hopes to officer wouldn’t be able to tell he turned.  He was correct and the officer continued straight ahead not realizing the station wagon was no longer in front of him.

Corey remembers Tracey screaming as the road with pot holes big enough to lie down in came to an end.  He slammed on the brakes but couldn’t stop the wagon.  “Trees don’t grow in perfect rows,” Corey explained, “but we somehow came to a stop between two and not head on into one.  I jumped out and started to run.  When I looked back, I saw Tracey was trapped and couldn’t get his door open.”

Corey ran through the woods and came to a barn that was half burned down.  He hid trying to catch his breath and thoughts.  A barricade was set up to contain the state park but Corey had already passed through the perimeter.  He could hear the police radios and helicopters overhead and considered just running further into the woods, abandoning the barn.

An officer on a bull horn began coaxing him to surrender.  “Corey, we have Tracey!  You are surrounded, come out with your hands in the air!”  The police were nearby, but didn’t know Corey was in the barn.  He could hear dogs barking and the officer called out, “Surrender now or the dogs will be released!”

“I didn’t want to be mauled by dogs and was scared so I decided to surrender.  I walked out of the barn and saw a young cop about 20 years-old.  He must have recently graduated from the academy and was still green.  I went towards him and he began waving me off and I realized he didn’t know who I was.  I yelled out to him ‘It’s me!’ and he waved me off again.  I yelled ‘It’s me you’re looking for!’ and I was close enough then to see the light bulb go off in his head.

“He drew his gun and told me to get on the ground.  I did as he instructed and he ran up to me putting his knee in my back.”  The officer didn’t cuff Corey immediately, instead radioing in that he had the suspect.  The muzzle of his gun was to the back of Corey’s head.  The officer was shaking so badly that Corey kept repeating, “You got me, just cuff me!”

“I really thought he might accidentally shoot me in the head from shaking so much.”  The officer put his gun back in the holster, cuffed Corey and put him in the police cruiser.  “It had to be a big deal to him to be the one who cuffed me.”

Corey and Tracey were represented by court appointed lawyers.  Their relatives did not have money to hire legal representation for them.  They pleaded guilty in hopes of a judge giving some leniency.  They were tried as adults at the ages of 14 and 16.  Tracey served his years and was paroled.  Corey was sentenced to life with no chance of parole.

Twenty-five years after his taking a life, the Supreme Court has ruled sentencing a juvenile to life in prison with no chance of parole as cruel and unusual punishment.  Corey heard the ruling on the radio inside his cell and began to cry, thanking Jesus for the possibility of his release.  His paper work has been filed and he is anxiously waiting to hear from him newly appointed lawyer.  I asked what the process is for seeking parole and he wasn’t sure how it works.  “It’s all new.  To the lawyers, judges and prisoners sentenced as youth.  My hope is they will set guidelines to decide when someone is eligible.  For example, many of us think they will make the law that a mandatory 25 years must be served before eligibility is considered.  If that’s the case, I hope my lawyer and the district attorney can come to a decision that have my time is served and I won’t have to go before a judge.”

“Is that even possible?” I asked.  He replied, “Anything is possible.  I haven’t been in any trouble in years and I have a great track record with my job of teaching inmates to prepare them for taking their GED.  I haven’t been involved in drugs since the 90’s and only been in the hole twice that I deserved.”

His first stint in the hole was for jumping his new cellmate as soon as he returned from the gym.  Before leaving for the gym, he told Corey he was going to rape him when he got back.  Corey knew the man was in prison for raping two women and didn’t doubt him acting on his word.  “I was still a teenager and scared to death of being raped by this man.  As soon as he entered our cell I jumped him knowing I would be removed as his cellmate.  The guards pressured me for a reason why I did this and I wouldn’t answer with anything other than “just send me to the hole to serve my time.”  I didn’t need to tell them why and they knew I wasn’t going to tell them.  Ratting on someone is much more dangerous than just serving time in the hole.  I was sentenced to 30 days for fighting instead of the mandatory 90 days.  My other deserved stint was for drugs which I’ve long quit.  All other trips were bogus but I went without causing myself even bigger problems.”

Other than the brown jumpsuit that all the prisoners must wear when having a visitor, Corey doesn’t look the part.  At 41 years in age, he is in excellent physical shape, well-spoken and clearly intelligent.  He offers no excuses for his actions as a teen other than stupidity in thinking the world owed him.  He knows now what he didn’t as a child.  No one owed him anything and you get out of life what you put into it.

He believes prison has changed him for the better and that is a rare occurrence.  Most prisoners fall deeper into the cycle of anger and resentment during their sentence.  Corey has become more positive and closer to God because of his life sentence.  “When men whine during class about how it sucks being here and having to do school work I tell them they are here for a reason and I don’t want to hear their whining.”

This is an opportunity to improve their life before being released and they should be grateful.  Sometimes they listen to Corey as he has been locked up much longer then they have, with others it falls on deaf ears.  There isn’t a day that goes by that Corey doesn’t think of his biggest regret, taking a man’s life for his car.  He can’t justify his actions in any way and knows the hurt he brought to the victim’s family and his own family as well.  All this pain and sadness is what makes answering the key question of the parole board so difficult.  It is Corey’s honest answer of not deserving parole that makes me believe he is truly deserving of a second chance after serving 25 years of his life behind bars.  He admitted his guilt at 16 and knows he is still guilty of his crime.  He has prayed for forgiveness and has faith that someday God will see fit to remove him from prison so he can attend ministerial college and share the glory of God’s word, the same words that saved his life and keeps him honest with himself.

~P.

Just Tell~There is help

Ever been told you’re a good listener?  I have been told that many times over.  My shoulder is always available to cry on and my arms always open to give a hug.

People have shared horror stories with me about things that happened to them as children or as teenagers.  It is heart-wrenching to hear the abuse they suffered at the hands of their own parents, friends of parents and relatives.  What I’ve learned is, as victims of sexual abuse at the hands of people they should trust, they felt there was no one to turn to.

I don’t have the answers for why people do the vile things they do to their children.

There are so many questions:  Why does a father molest or rape his child or stepchild?  Why does a mother trade sexual favors with their child for drugs, money, alcohol?  Why does an uncle or aunt touch their niece or nephew inappropriately?  Why does the close family friend always want to take little Jane or Joe for “ice cream”?

These poor children feel trapped with no one to turn to….until now.

The Just Tell organization is there for these children.  The first step is for a child to tell a trusted adult that someone is abusing them.

Just Tell empowers youth to speak up and stop the abuse.

Please take a moment to look at their website and click the like button.  That is just a small thing to do to help this organization.  If you would like to do more, there are many ways to support them outlined on their website from monetary donations to voluntary positions.

http://www.justtell.org/

Remember, the children are our future.

God Bless them and you!

~P.

Official Mary Kay Sales Rep

 

It’s official!!  I met with Gerri L. Gurreri, a senior sales director for Mary Kay and made the decision to be a Mary Kay representative.

I’m looking forward to meeting new people and making a little money.

What’s great about Mary Kay?

1.  No pressure to have high sales quotas.

2. Two or more ladies make a party.

3.  It’s like playing “makeup” but with real make-up!

4.  This is top notch make-up and skin care products.

5.  There are new products being introduced from perfume to fingernail polish.

6.  The products for men smell sooooo good!

7.  Glamour make-overs and pedi-parties….oh my!

8.  All products are 100% guaranteed from the day of purchase until the last drop is used.

9.   Advancement within the company is encouraged.

10.  Look younger and feel better immediately.

Last night I tried the new skin care line Mary Kay is introducing and was impressed by how it lightened the dark spots that appeared while I was pregnant with Tesla.  With a regular skin care regimen, I hope to make those spots disappear.  When we finished applying moisturizer and foundation, those dark spots were invisible.

If you are interested in hosting a party (or book party) and earning free products, ordering products or representing Mary Kay please contact me.  I am happy to help you make your beauty shine!

The new catch phrase for Mary Kay:

Let’s Roll Back the Years!

~P.

Friday Night Fights in York, PA

The big news was Beeper lost.  Not fighting for 19 months and the strain of trouble with the law and domestic problems may have given fighter Ramesis Gil the edge he needed to take the win against Beeper.

Before the decision was announced, the faces were grim around the boxing ring.  I had watched the fight closely and was “pretty sure” my friend Beeper was going to have his first loss.  Everyone wanted our hometown boxer to remain undefeated but it just wasn’t in the cards.  Beeper and Gil gave a great match and perhaps if Beeper had been feeling better it would have gone in his favor.  The fact is, eventually, every boxer does suffer a loss.

I spoke to him after the fight, impressed that he remembered me from my days of training at Lincolnway Sports Center with Julio Alvarez.  He was just a kid of about 15 then but I was the only female at the time.  I had just started boxing at 29 for exercise and now he is 29 and thinking about possibly retiring his gloves.

I told him it was a good fight and the usual shit you say to someone who lost.  He seemed to be taking the loss rather well and deep down, probably knew before the decision was made that he had not taken the purse.  His beautiful girlfriend was by his side which gives me hope that things are improving in his personal life.

The amateur and professional matches prior to Beeper’s match are note-worthy.   Stand-outs from Lincolnway were Chase McGowan, Benjamin Carter and Koedee Gordon, all taking the win in the ring.  From Harrisburg Boxing Gym was Terrance Williams and Josh Bowles and Baltimore Boxing Club’s Stephon Morris.

After the matches I spoke to Julio’s wife, Sheri and told her they need to promote the fights more on Facebook.  Had I not read in the York Daily Record about Beeper’s warrant, I wouldn’t have known there were fights scheduled at the Valencia.  She agreed and while the crowd at the ballroom was large, it was far from sold out.

Enjoy my photos and videos from Battle of York VI.  I look forward to the next.  The link at the end of this post is The York Daily Records column on the fights.

 

http://www.youtube.com/my_videos  <~~~~Click here to go to my YouTube channel for videos of the fights!!

I hope I got the fighters names right.  There were no match cards to easily keep track.

Great night at the fights in York, PA  ~P.

Local boxer Carney “Beeper” Bowman suffers first professional loss – The York Daily Record.