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Jun 30, 2012

Juvenile Killers

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A hot topic in York, PA is the sentencing of juvenile killers.

Recent cases involve Zachary Witman who was 15 when he stabbed his 13-year-old brother to death outside their home in 2003.  Witman was sentenced to life in prison.

Another local case involves Jordan Wallick, 17 who gunned down James Wallmuth II in York city two years ago.  Wallick was sentenced to life in prison.

The talk is: should juvenile killers get life sentences with no chance of parole.

Should the actions of a teenagers be held against them for the rest of their lives?

I’ve become pen pals with a prisoner who shot someone when he was 16.  In 1986 Corey Hollinger shot a man during a home invasion and has been paying for his crime ever since.  I’ve never met Corey but did research about him and his brother’s case in college.  Writing to Corey on a whim really opened my eyes.  He isn’t anything like the stereotypical life sentence prisoner.  It seems to me (and many others) that two lives have been wasted.  The man who died and the man who will spend his life in prison for being an idiot at 16.

Two more lives wasted….the Witman brothers.  One is dead and the other will die in prison for snapping on his little brother.  If only there were a rewind button.  I don’t think any of these three juvenile killers really meant to take a life.  Even Wallick most likely didn’t have intentions of shooting Wallmuth.

Six ruined lives.

Pennsylvania is re-evaluating the “life in prison with no chance of parole sentence to juvenile.”  What will happen to those who were sentenced years ago before this was determined to be unconstitutional?  Each case will have to be evaluated individually and there are 2500 prisoners in Pennsylvania sentenced to life without parole.

Corey and Zach should be at the top of the list.

~P.

 

 

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Jun 30, 2012

Big Kids

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I didn’t notice in my lease agreement that acting like a kid, laughing and enjoying the summer is not permissible.   Whatever!  When I stop acting like a kid, take me outback and shoot me.  Thank you.

Tesla, Blaine, Ying and I went to Pinchot Park for the past two days.  There are no life guards on duty so there are few swimmers on this side of the lake.  That works out great.  Much quieter and no splashing.

The lake stinks.  When the breeze takes a turn and you get a whiff of the lake stench it’s almost sickening.  It doesn’t bother me for the most part.  I guess I’m used to the dead fish, lake scum smell since my childhood.  Tesla and Blaine said they love the park and that made me smile.  My brothers, sister and I all loved the park too.

The seaweed isn’t bad right now.  I remember in the past it was so thick using a boat with a motor was impossible.  I think it was drained at one point because of the seaweed…or maybe it was drained because of the septic issue.  I’m just not sure.  Either way, it’s an icky thought.

So we swam, caught minnows, ate a picnic lunch, looked for shells, and chatted with other people enjoying their summer.  The kids were fascinated by the fish egg pods that float to shore.  I guess they are fish egg pods….they look like something straight-out of an Aliens movie.  Some were about the size of a volleyball and look sooooo gross that we couldn’t stop poking it.  Equally fascinating to the children (not me this time) was the  foot-long dead fish that floated up to us.  It looked like it took a bullet but I think it was just hook damage.

The only downside of Pinchot is the damn goose poop.  It is everywhere and you’re gonna step in it no matter how careful you are.  Just accept that and walk without looking down.

The geese rule the lake

Goosepoo washes off.

~P.

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Jun 28, 2012

Doing Nothing

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This morning I had a meeting with an enforcement officer at domestics.  At 8 AM…that sucked.

I had already turned in my job search paper so it didn’t take long.  I told the officer I had sent John a text asking how much a month or week he wanted for “child support”  and the response I received was:

“It has nothing to do with what I think you owe.  It’s about doing your fair share.  Doing nothing at all certainly does not mean your share.”

The officer said, “Oh, I remember you now.  You had a case against John originally.”

I told him he was right and he said, “we get a lot of spite cases.”

At least domestics is onto his bullshit.

~P.

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Jun 27, 2012

grumpy neighbors

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No Angel in this Witch

Around 12:30 this afternoon, my nosey neighbor’s daughter came over to my house (without the yippy white dog) and told me I was to stay away from her mother and her yard, my kids and my little dog too!  Then she said her mother helps out around the complex and I had to listen to what she says.

Next thing I know she says, “I don’t know if you came from the city……blah blah blah”  She lost all respect and attention from me at that exact moment.

We were riding our bikes, playing yard golf, water balloon fights and squirt guns.  No one speaks to the wicked witch on the end but she loves putting her nose in everyone else’s business.  I can’t believe management puts up with her drama.

Last night Angel and her husband Dave were flipping out because I used the outside faucet (there are two on the property and I was told by HER when I moved in we could use it) to put about 2.5 inches of water into a tub for the kids to fill their squirt guns. You would have thought I was trying to fill a fucking swimming pool.  Dave immediately went to get a screwdriver and took the handle off the faucet pausing long enough to call me a bitch in the front yard with the children present.  Why couldn’t they have moved away instead of just to the end of the property?  The move did not put enough distance between them and everyone else still here.

So back to the daughter this afternoon.  In the middle of her rambling, I raised my finger for her to pause, which she did.  Then I answered Tesla’s question about my squirt gun being clogged.  When my attention was back on the wicked witches daughter I said, “You don’t even know me.” and she said, “You don’t know me!”  And began again with me keeping my dog away from Angel’s dog.  Her dog flips out whenever anyone walks by.  I started repeating “Thank you, have a great day.  Thank you, have a great day.  Thank you, have a great day”….and I added a wave.

She finally realized I had dismissed her and wasn’t listening to a damn thing she said.  She huffed off.  Her mom and the maintenance man came over to the next door apartment.  That was just rented but they didn’t move in yet.  I met the new couple and they seem very nice.  They have a 12-year-old daughter.  Tesla will love that.

As Angel and the maintenance man came out of her old home, I could hear her complaining about my plants and table on the back porch.  She has also informed everyone else with kids or grand kids that they should not be riding their bikes in her yard.  We don’t rent the yard so why she is so bent out of shape is beyond me.  As old as she is, you would think she would have something more important to do then play games on her laptop while smoking cigarettes and spying on everyone.

I got a letter in the mail this afternoon.  It said it was brought to managements attention that I am not disposing of my dog’s poop in the trash can.  I rolled my eyes….I do clean up after my dog everyday.  I can’t control the stray cats I see taking a shit back there every day.  Should I scoop their poo too?  I will let management know about the kitty’s use of the backyard.

So today was interesting….at least the daughter didn’t scream in my face, “Do you know who I fucking am?”  because I would have had to say “Nope, beats me who the fuck you are.”

I was tempted to hand her my business card so she could learn all about me.  She left pretty angry because she thought I was laughing at her.  I was laughing, but not at her.  Just the city people comment.

Just her multiple levels of ignorance made crystal clear by implying we were from the city.  I’m not exactly sure what she even means since my home is clean inside and out and we don’t talk in slang.  Hell, living here is closer to a city setting then where I lived most of my life.  I am country girl 99%, but I was born in Philadelphia so that gives me 1% city girl by birth!  😉

See how much that ignorant bitch knew?

Peace, Love and grumpy neighbors,

~P.

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Jun 24, 2012

Foam What?

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Since I didn’t stay in Georgia, I decided to drive until I couldn’t drive anymore then get a room for the night.  I hadn’t eaten or showered since I left PA and I stunk bad.  Ying didn’t mind though.  One thing about traveling with a dog…at least they don’t mind if you smell and they don’t keep asking if we are there yet.  We stayed at the Blue Jay Motel…a complete dive, but I was allowed to have Ying in my room.  When I took him out in the morning I was startled by all the vultures right outside our room.  I swear they were watching us!

Not Blue Jays

On my way home from Georgia, I made a detour in Virginia to check out the Natural Bridge. I quickly realized the entire town is centered round this bridge.  There was a Natural Bridge zoo, cave, haunted wax museum, café, hotel, etc.  By far, the best Natural Bridge spin-off was the trailer park.

I wanted a picture of this Natural Bridge so I followed the signs to the location.  There was a purple minivan in the parking lot that caught my eye.  Every step I took toward it, the van seemed to shimmer in a different color.  The paint job was awesome….who the hell paints a minivan like this?!

Soccer Mom Minivan

I didn’t see the Natural Bridge of Virginia because they wanted $17 just to walk through the door.  Oh well, I saw the billboard of the Natural Bridge and let’s not forget the trailer park.  There were other things on display from the wax museum so I snapped pictures and was on my way.

Creepy

Creepier

Creepiest

My trusty GPS directed me towards the main highway.  I was on a back road about two miles from the highway when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a sign off to my left.  “Foamhenge” I hit the brakes recognizing the name on the sign.  My Religions professor, Christa Shusko, had told me about this foam replica of the Stonehenge located in England but I had no idea where it was located.  I couldn’t pass this up so I turned around and drove up the dirt road.  The further I drove the worse the road became.  There were huge ruts crisscrossing the “road” and I hesitated to keep driving.  I didn’t want to rip the bottom of my car apart after she had so faithfully got me to Georgia.

I parked along the woods so Ying would have some shade.  There just doesn’t seem to be as many trees down south.  I was still shaking my head, amazed I stumbled across Foamhenge by luck.  I even giggled thinking my Prof would be jealous…I saw the Georgia Guidestones and Foamhenge!

Looks like the real deal from a distance….okay maybe not.

I didn’t stay at Foamhenge more than half an hour.  My Facebook status announced I had jumped on a plane with Ying and flown to England.  From a distance, Foamhenge was convincing.  Once I was closer I could see how the weather had worn the foam rocks down.  Pieces of metal, rebar I suppose, were sticking out the top of the rocks.  A couple of the stones had been vandalized but not anything serious.  The foam replica of Stonehenge was very cool.  Not spiritually moving, but cool.  I didn’t realize there was a theory about Merlin moving the huge stones with magic.  I think that sounds more believable than the human theory.

Baaaahahahaha!

Wizard Merlin

Merlin moving the rocks

Maybe Merlin was an alien wizard….he would have loved the minivan and vultures.

~P.

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Jun 22, 2012

Stone Pilgrimage

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This is how my mind works.  If you scare easily, stop reading now.

Ok, you are still reading….you must be a glutton for punishment.  There are many of you out there.

On Tuesday, June 19, I had the television on the History channel and they were showing a marathon of Ancient Alien Theory, a show I absolutely love.  Giorgio A. Tsoukalos is my favorite speaker on this show.  He has crazy man hair and likes it.

Giorgio A. Tsoukalos

I was listening to Giorgio talk about the Mayan calendar, extra-terrestrial life, UFOs, etc. and I was overcome with the desire to get my ass to Georgia to see the Georgia Guidestones.  I don’t remember how I first heard about the stones but last year I watched Brad Meltzer’s Decoded episode featuring them.   I also did a tremendous amount of research to make it part of my New Religious Movement final thesis.  My fictional religion was based on the Guidestones and Lady Gaga as a charismatic leader for the apocalyptic end of the world.

http://girlboxer1970.com/2012/01/01/lady-gaga-leader-of-the-church-of-ga/

Don’t be silly.  I don’t believe Lady Gaga is going to take over the world even if she has enough little monsters following her to do so.

I had previously looked into traveling by train to Georgia but that didn’t seem like an appropriate action.  I wanted to drive to Georgia in the worst way so I called for a car rental price.  That was a no go because I didn’t have a major credit card or a job and Dale could not rent a car for me to drive.  This was a very personal, spiritual trip that I wanted to take alone or possibly with my sister Suz.  She just started a new job so she wasn’t going to be able to travel.  With no way to legally rent a car, I decided I was going to take my 20 year old Honda Accord and travel in faith.

I planned to drive to Cummings, GA first (near Atlanta) and stay with Dale’s sister, Georgie.  In my duffel bag I had a pair of jeans, a nice blouse, a York College t-shirt, two pair of shorts, swimsuit and other essentials I expected to need.  Grabbed Ying’s dog food, my laptop, camera and cell and I walked out the door for Georgia at 1:30 PM without telling anyone.

A few hours into driving I texted Dale “I’ve got GA in my GPS!” and he responded “good!”  It wasn’t until he came home from work that he realized I meant I was driving at that moment.  My leaving without saying goodbye upset him and I completely understood why he was upset.  I explained that I believe God wanted me to leave right then.  I didn’t question myself with this belief and I didn’t want to give anyone the opportunity to question it.  There would be no one trying to talk me out of driving my car over 1,000 miles to see this granite monument if Ying and I just left.

At first it seemed like I was making great time.  I was passing through states quickly and my GPS (speaking in Spanish) gave an arrival time of 2:00 AM.  I drove straight through to South Carolina before I stopped at midnight at a rest area and fell asleep in my car.  Ying who had been napping the entire trip stood guard while I dozed.  I awoke at 6 AM seriously cramped from sleeping in a Honda Accord.  After a potty trip and some stretching, Ying and I hit the road.

We drove for about an hour and I couldn’t keep my eyes open.  At the next rest stop I pulled off again and slept until 8 AM.  I know the dangers of driving when you are so sleepy you can’t keep your eyes open.  Another hour of rest did me wonders and for the second time on Wednesday, we left for Georgia.

At noon I noticed Elberton had popped up on the GPS and suddenly driving to Cummings first was no longer an option.  I texted Dale I was going to the stones first, then to his sister’s house.  That didn’t happen either…

I didn’t know the road the stones were on so I just put Elberton into the GPS.  I saw the Georgia Guidestones on the hill before the GPS announced we were in Elberton.  There was a small sign noting the Guidestones location on Guidestone Road.  I had already passed the road so I turned around.  If you are not looking, the sign and the stones would easily be missed.

At first I felt giddy at finally reaching my destination 24 hours after leaving Pennsylvania. But as I drove up the gravel road, I was overcome with emotion.  This was not the reaction I had expected.  Tears were flowing out of my eyes and my nose was running so bad it grossed me out.  I had no tissues or napkins left in the car so I opted for my York College t-shirt.  I couldn’t get out of my car at first, even after all that driving.

After making a video with Ying full of crying, blubbering and probably not making much sense, I exited my car and headed to the stones.  There were other people there also.  Two men appeared to be making a documentary and were interviewing another man.  I didn’t pay much attention to them as I walked towards the stones.  When I came around to the English inscription and read it in person, touching the granite, I lost it again.

The documentary guys had finished talking to the other man and now they were apparently watching me.  I have no idea who they were and their white passenger van gave no clues to their business.  No one else got out of the van even though I could see the outline of other people through the tinted windows.

The tears were really rolling while I leaned on that granite stone trying to grasp what all it meant for the future of the world.  I tried to get a grip but it was pointless so I just bawled like a baby.  I could hear the man with the video saying, “Now tell me people don’t believe what these stones say?  There is a woman weeping on the monument and that is proof of belief.”  How the hell did I wind up in this man’s video about the Georgia Guidestones?  Neither man tried to speak to me and I was pleased.  I didn’t drive there to have some religious debate or discuss my personal beliefs.  That’s what I have a blog for.

Engraved on the stones:

A message consisting of a set of ten guidelines or principles is engraved on the Georgia Guidestones in eight different languages, one language on each face of the four large upright stones. Moving clockwise around the structure from due north, these languages are: English, Spanish, Swahili, Hindi, Hebrew, Arabic, Chinese, andRussian.

  1. Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature.
  2. Guide reproduction wisely — improving fitness and diversity.
  3. Unite humanity with a living new language.
  4. Rule passion — faith — tradition — and all things with tempered reason.
  5. Protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts.
  6. Let all nations rule internally resolving external disputes in a world court.
  7. Avoid petty laws and useless officials.
  8. Balance personal rights with social duties.
  9. Prize truth — beauty — love — seeking harmony with the infinite.
  10. Be not a cancer on the earth — Leave room for nature — Leave room for nature.

So why was I crying?  Relief.  I felt a huge relief.  Maybe because my car made it and that was my goal.  No, that’s not why.  I cried because I am saved by the blood of Jesus Christ.  When I read on these huge tablets that the population of the Earth will be reduced to 500 million people I interpret that as the apocalypse that is written about in the Bible.  I’m not going to be one of the people left behind.  On December 21, 2012 the Mayan calendar ends.  What do a bunch of Mayan people know?  I’m thinking they knew more about the Heavens then we will ever learn before the end of times.  They didn’t just run out of rocks so there must be a reason the calendar ends on that day.  I was at the Mayan ruins and there was no shortage of stones.

My religious beliefs are out there.  I was raised in the Lutheran faith and I’m thankful for that.  I learned all the Bible stories, went to Sunday school and VBS over the summers.  I memorized the Lord’s Prayer, the Nicene Creed, Bible verses and songs.  I believe what it says in the Bible.  It’s not some fictional book full of crazy stories.  It’s a non-fiction book full of crazy stories.  All of the stories revolving around an alien named God who decided to create Earth and everything on it.

There were many people who came to see the stones in the 45 minutes I was there.  I could tell by watching them who knew what the stones were all about and who was getting a shock by way of huge, granite tablets that day.  Some were outraged and stated it was someone with money who wanted to cause a stir.  That theory doesn’t work for me.  The land had to be purchased, the monument drawn up on blueprints, and then taken to the granite company to be made and placed.  This all happened in 1979-1980 so if the goal was just to stir things up in the world, it was a complete failure.  Even in Georgia, people had no idea what I was talking about.  Dale’s sister Georgie lives less than 2 hours from the monument and had never heard about it.

It was hot on that hill and there was no shade available other than standing under the capstone of the monument.  Ying had crawled under my car to get out of the sun.  I would have left the car run if I had air-conditioning but that took a shit back when the car was still my brother Sam’s.  This trip has reminded me how luxurious cooled air is.  I texted Dale I was leaving the stones and coming home.  He asked why and I wrote back, “I saw what I came to see in GA.”  I pushed the home button on my GPS and was headed back to Pennsylvania.

My faith in God is stronger than it has ever been and I am thankful he watched over me on my pilgrimage to see the Georgia Guidestones.  ~P.

Want to read more about the Guidestones and why people feel the need to do this?

Click here  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgia_Guidestones

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Jun 18, 2012

Rat in bed

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Don’t move

You don’t get to have the beginning of the day feeling more than once.

Unless you just got up from a nap.  Oh wait, that counts….for dumbasses.

 

The sleepy bathroom walk, in the dark with only one eye kind-of focused.

Take my seat, praying it is there and I don’t plunge into the chilly toitie water.

I rest my head on my hands and began to pee, drifting into the first stage of sleep easily.

Head becomes heavy and my arms join in…R.E.M. sleep is calling me.  A tilt forward toward the linen closet door and I jerked back slightly, realizing my head was in immediate danger.  Finished up with the usual tp routine and walked back to bed.

Noting the rat curled up at the foot of my bed, I crawled back in and added an additional 1.5 hours to my sleep time.

Now that counts.

~P.

 

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Jun 14, 2012

don’t squirt me…I need therapy

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Summer is here and the heat brings out the crazies.  The craziest of crazies seem to be trying to out do each other.  Cannibals, zombies, murder and more….tell me these aren’t bad signs.

The day of the summer writer….

Sitting on the back porch jamming to Ozzy Osbourne’s “Blizzard of Oz” and it is a beautiful day.  Tesla has mastered the art of riding her bike and is thrilled by all the neighbor kids hanging out with their bicycles.  She is waiting for her best friend and cousin to come over and join them.  They have a stockpile of water guns and can’t wait for the war to begin.  I’ve already warned them not to squirt me because my arm hurts and I go to therapy.  Both statements are true though they have nothing to do with me getting wet by the squirt guns.  It just sounded like a good medical reason at that split second when asked, “Can we squirt you?”  This summer vacation from school is the best ever for me.

I think about my mom and how summer was back in the late 70’s and early 80’s.  Life was good and our little gang that hung out on Bluebird Lane had the world by the ass, we just didn’t know it.  My brother Joe and I were close in age and spent most of our time together.  The neighborhood kids consisted of boys, which was annoying at first, but later kept things very interesting.

Mom was always home with us kidlings.  Joe and I rode our bikes everywhere.  There is no doubt in my mind my well-developed calf muscles are from days and days of riding my bike.  Living in the country had its perks.  The neighbors all knew each other and their children got along better than one could expect.

If the weather was nice, we were outside.  We rode our bikes on the road without wearing a helmet.  We swam in the Conewago Creek and Pinchot Lake without contracting any diseases that we were aware of.  When very thirsty and had no other options, I drank that creek water and survived.

Listening to Meatloaf “Bat out of Hell” now…takes me back to the late 80’s.  I heard about Meatloaf from a friend and co-worker named Melody.  Everyone called her Mel and she had a super cool last name: Devine.  That must have been interesting growing up as Melody Devine.  I don’t think she even sings.

Life is so screwy.  Hit or miss.  Ups and downs.  Excitement and disappointment.  My eight days with Tesla are flying by at lightning speed.  I know I will miss her more than she misses me when she returns to her dad.  She is kept busy there and that is a good thing.  I’m surprised how little John and Tesla have been in contact.  She shows little interest in calling but I offer to dial (or just dial it) for her.  In the past three days he has answered the phone once.  That conversation with Tesla lasted a few seconds ending with, “I’ll call you right back.”  Which never happened.  She didn’t even bother to let a message last night…pushing the End Call button and stating “He can call me.”  Which he hasn’t.

Maybe this is reverse psychology on his part.  If I don’t call or answer her calls, she will miss me and want to come back.  He has taken this route in the past, not with Tesla, but with me.  It’s all part of John being John.  The downside to this type of approach could be the realization that no one misses you.

Ouch,

~P.

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Jun 6, 2012

One graduates high school, the other kindergarten

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It’s officially June 6th…a new day, even if I haven’t shuffled my ass up to bed.  This felt like a runaway day.  Woke up, made coffee, walked Ying, talked to the maintenance guy about my smoke detector, got a shower, went to Tesla’s classroom play.  The kids also read aloud the books they wrote and illustrated.  Tesla wrote about horses and when her dad rode one.  It was very cute.  She did a great job both in the play as a bear and reading her horse story.  Ms. Dettinger had a brief conversation with me privately and I left giving Tesla a hug and kiss and told her I would see her later for her brother’s graduation.  A little while later Ms. Dettinger sent me a text message that the costume parts were hers, not Tesla’s.  Instead of turning around, I stopped at John’s to drop it off.  No one was home so I let it hanging on the door knob.

Horses by Tesla Delauter

About fifteen minutes  prior to Dale and I leaving for Zman to get that diploma, John calls me.  He’s pressing trespassing charges against me for going into our house.  He said he has an “eye-witness” that saw me enter the house.  I told him I’ll take a lie detector test and his “eye witness” can take one and we will see who is lying.  He told me to explain that to the police.   Whatever.

We took Zeth out for dinner, he was hungry for a medium rare steak….I couldn’t get Tesla until 5:30 but then the place got busy and we needed to get going.  John texted asking me if I was going to feed Tesla.  Keep in mind, I asked several times to get her after school.  I had been told originally I couldn’t even take Tesla to her brother’s graduation.  I wrote back she could eat my chicken fingers and we arrived for Tesla at 5:45.

I signed the paper stating I was allowed to have Tesla from 5:30 until 8:30.  The line to the school entrance was so backed-up, Zeth jumped out and walked….he beat us there.  Graduation was packed to the gills.  We parked in the grass in the furthest parking lot at the middle school and walked to the high school.  My dad rolled my mom over with us (she is in a wheelchair) and we settled into the track area at 6:55.

Soon the graduates walked by and I snapped a picture of Zeth.  The ceremony was hard to hear, but the music sounded great.  We saw Zeth get his empty diploma holder and I video-taped all the student tossing their caps.  At 8:50 I texted John we would be leaving soon and it is unbelievably crowed.

Tesla was very proud of her big brother

It was a very long ceremony, from 7pm until 9:15, then we had to wait for Zeth to find his dad and step-mom and make his way back to us.  He had a gift for my mom he made in wood shop.  It was a beautiful clock, hand-made and painted by him.  We walked back to the car ….that took 20 minutes and finally we hit the road to take Tesla back to John.

Dropped of Tesla with no problems and headed back home.  We passed John on the way home.  I’m guessing he was in his elf outfit for softball.  I really didn’t give it much thought other than “he wasn’t going to let me have Tesla for Zeth’s graduation but he’s out playing softball.”  Dale and I hadn’t even been on the road fifteen minutes when John sent me a text, “I’ll be notifying my attorney that you broke the custody agreement.”

I responded with “bitter man” because that’s what this is about.  His personal vendetta: charging me with trespassing for dropping off our daughter’s costume from her play and contempt for running later than 8:30 for Zeth’s graduaton.

Cops on speed dial 1, his lawyer on 2.

~P.

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Jun 4, 2012

I’m going to swim with the sharks

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I want to address my bucket list.  Everyone knows what a bucket list is by now.  So here’s my list, crossing off what I’ve done.

  1. Get saved.
  2. Get married.
  3. Have a son.
  4. Have a daughter.
  5. Own a house.
  6. Buy and pay off a new car. 
  7. Own a Harley.
  8. Get my eyes fixed
  9. Ride the craziest amusement ride I can find.
  10. Skydive.
  11. Graduate from college.
  12. Go to the Georgia Guidestones.
  13. Write a non-fiction book.
  14. Swim with and feed sharks.
  15. Go see Mount Rushmore.

Now I’ve been working on this list for most of my life and I did accomplish many of my goals.  I would like to get the last five in before the world ends.

It could be a challenge.

~P.

Update~~~Saw the Guidestones on 6/20/2012  http://girlboxer1970.com/2012/06/22/stonpilgrimage/

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