Just a girl writing in the blogging ring
I came across this birthday card while I was trying to organize today. Yes, settling in sucks, even hanging curtains is a real pain in the ass. I get to things as I can, just like everyone else.
This card I ran across was actually gifted to John. I laughed so hard I had to share it with you!
I couldn't have picked a better card myself
Who it came from made it even funnier!
At times, I appreciate my dad's sarcasm
My book cover might be Sadie getting towed away.
With all this drama over something as simple as “where should Tesla live” I’ve decided to begin the outline of my book, I Used to Drive a Mercedes. I will work this book outline as the beginning of my Senior Thesis. There is time to reflect on the years from September 11, 2004 to the present. Good thing I have excellent notes and photographs on hand to bring back those memories. I’m sure I’ll cry, laugh, get angry, be sarcastic and in general, be me. The person I am, not the person John tried to create.
If you want to catch up on this saga please check out past blogs under the category Divorce. It’s been quite the story of a man and woman who fell in love fast and are now suffering the fall out, as is, sadly…our child. I know some day she will read this book and I am keeping that in mind. No one needs to continue pointing out that Tesla will someday read this. I get it and feel I have never written anything that isn’t the truth or my own opinion. I don’t read my blogs to Tesla, or show her pictures or even give her access to my computer.
Thank you for reading and remember, sometimes even true stories sound like fiction….this will be one of those books.
Stay patiently tuned,
~P.
Self-portrait
My daughter and I are setting up her “yard sale special” toys of the day, also included is the $5 stuffed dalmatian puppy she bought with her $2 and Mom’s donation of $3.29. Now Tesla is practicing and showing amazing improvements, in her photography skills. Ying also makes an excellent subject for this photo opportunity.
Dog obedience class
We love doing things together, one on one. She feels so good when we are giggling at silly songs, making play-doh animals and baking brownies. Tesla loves being the center of attention and her time with me always puts her, spot on. She is the only child at my house and she knows this.
Ying and my $5 "new to me" VCR
The current issue is where Tesla falls in at her dads. Heather, John’s girlfriend, wants Tesla to view her as a “step-mom” figure as they all live under the same roof. That roof also happens to have my name on the deed. Tesla is going to school from that address, against my wishes. Why do I have an issue with Tesla going to school at Eastern? Because I don’t live there anymore and one way or another I want my name severed from John’s. Severed, as not slowly rotting away, fraying and twisting until it snaps. The cart is put before the horse in assuming John’s permanant residence will remain at our house.
Note the chocolate pudding lips
So there is Heather, living at my house and attending every function of Tesla’s life as a “step-mom” figure, yet she is the girlfriend. She has been acting as the “step-mom” since February of this year and moved in full-time on March 11, 2011. Keep in mind the previous, previous girlfriend who had lived in my house also, had just moved out on October 7, 2010. At least one woman in-between that I met was named Shirley. I didn’t see much of her but John seemed to have her car on a regular basis. Better on gas, I’m sure.
Anyway, back to Heather. She is volunteering in Tesla’s Kindergarten class at school. I haven’t even had a chance to volunteer, yet she has jumped right in there. She may very well only have good intentions but come on, give Momma a break here. Heather has 4 children of her own. She can volunteer in their classes.
Tesla asked me today if I was her mom! I told her “yes, sweetie, I’ll always be your mom” and didn’t question her why she might think I wouldn’t be.
I carried her for nine months, lost consciousness during birth, came back from the fuzzy clouds and still pushed her out.
No doubts here,
~P.
P.S. Tesla has no idea that I know Heather helped in her classroom and I have no intentions of mentioning it to her.
A few blogs back I mentioned John telling me I was getting a $600 “bonus check” towards my child support. It irked me that he would say this in front of Tesla and make it sound like he was doing me a favor by paying on his arrears owed since 2009. http://girlboxer1970.com/2011/08/23/dear-john-x/
Today I got a letter from the Domestics Office stating the IRS made adjustments to John’s income tax return and $601.72 was deposited to my account. This payment wasn’t voluntary as he made it sound to Tesla and I. The government took it from him.
No wonder I don’t believe anything he says,
~P.
So now the whole world can see what is being called into question concerning my daughter and which parent would best be suited to have majority custody.
I just received my reading/movie assignment for Literature of Terror class. The list to pick from was huge so I decided to pick an author I recognized, other than Stephen King. King is the most popular pick in this class and only one student could choose a King novel. I didn’t want to be that person.
I recognized the name Clive Barker from my highschool years reading “Fangoria” and “Gorezone” magazines with Brian Brillhart and Scott Rouscher. Horror movies appealed to me back in my teens, now they just give me nightmares.
I did some research on Clive Barker and his novel “The Hellbound Heart” to find out what movie would tie in. I’m not sure why I chose this title out of all Barker’s books other than it seemed to ring a bell in my life.
To my surprise it was a movie I saw back in highschool, at a marching band party. I had only watched it with one eye open and ran out when things became very bloody. The movie I’ll be watching again, 24 years later, writing a report and giving an oral presentation…
Now all I have to do is find it on DVD and keep both my eyes open!
Nightmare prone,
~P.
I’m not talking about a phone! Nor boxing! Or a doorbell…
Today, my sweet boyfriend Dale did what I asked him not to do. He gave me a diamond ring.
Dale obviously gave thought to what he would say when he presented me with the gift.
“I’m not asking you to marry me, I just want you to know I love you.”
Those words are the sweetest I’ve ever heard.
Not engaged,
~P.
careful, I bite
My first day of school went well. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have classes all day with a short break for lunch. Mondays and Wednesdays classes are from 10 AM to 1:30 PM and Fridays I have NO classes. Sweet!
Two of my classes really stick out are New Religious Movements and Terror in Literature.
The NRM class is very interesting and a graded project is to create our own religious movement….or cult. I’m leaning towards the alien approach. 😉 I’ve had this professor for two other religion classes and enjoyed her style of teaching. This is the first time she has offered a NRM class and I’m looking forward to learning more about religious groups formed from the 20th century on.
The Terror in Literature class covers fiction from H.P. Lovecraft to Stephen King with the month of October dedicated to vampires. This is a 300 level class and there is so much reading and interpreting of novels that it might scare some students off. Good thing I don’t scare easy!
Maybe I can combine my classes and study vampire cults!
Sleeping with a garlic necklace,
~P.
Tesla getting on the bus was the highlight of my day, from there it went downhill.
Court didn’t amount too much. John’s lawyers (two today) basically said he should get custody because I have had to move so many times since John decided he wanted a divorce, three years ago. They also plan to prove my blog is making John seem like a jerk. Like my blog is to blame….
After court I tried to talk to John and Heather like adults. I asked if we could work out some where half way to meet so I’m not doing all the picking up and dropping off of Tesla. Gas ain’t cheap ya know? John and Heather quickly shot that down because she leaves for school at 6:30 AM and John has to be home to get her kids on the bus. What the heck does that have to do with John and I and our child? He can’t work out a schedule with me concerning Tesla because the woman he moved in has four kids and now he is responsible for getting them on the bus?! She had the nerve to say to me “well it’s not our fault you couldn’t get an apartment in Eastern.” EXCUSE ME?!
I told John I wanted to pick up Tesla after the bus comes because I didn’t want to drive all the way home, turn around and drive back to Windsor. I parked my car in the grass to wait for the bus and he came up to my car. He told me I had to leave because it would be stressful on Tesla. I was confused….everything went so smoothly this morning and now I can’t see her get off the bus? He ordered me to leave and “go around the corner” for 15 minutes and then I could come back after the bus drops Tesla at 3:30. He even claimed I intentionally made Tesla uncomfortable at the Kindergarten Orientation!
Fine! I left because I was afraid he would call the police. I parked up the road at the mobile home park and was reading my book. Several busses passed and then one stopped. I wasn’t paying attention but when I turned around Tesla was at the end of the mobile home park driveway. I was so surprised I didn’t know what to do. I started walking towards her, afraid she might just bolt across the street. (This was her first day on a bus)
I see Heather come up to the bus and say something to the bus driver. I looked at Heather, not knowing what to think. Next thing I know John is screaming at me that this is just what he was talking about because Tesla started to cry. I did as he ordered and left the property. I was told in the morning that the bus would stop in front of the house. How was I supposed to know the bus driver wasn’t going to stop?! John yelled that he is sick of my “shit” even though I had no control over the stupid bus. There were people outside witnessing him degrading me and then he wrapped it up with “now you can’t get her until 5 PM!”
Yes I was pissed! So much drama and all the blame is put on me.
But I’m the one with issues?
~P.
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