subpoena

Subpoena- the usual writ for the summoning of witnesses or the submission of evidence, as records or documents, before a court or other deliberative body.

I hear people are getting subpoenas to my custody hearing.  I find it strange that one person who is being summoned only knew me for about a month and a half.  This should really be interesting.  What he can say that has any relevance to me as a fit mother?

So I’m thinking, who should I have come testify on my behalf?  My sister Suz, my son Jarrid or Zeth, my parents, relatives, friends, etc.  Who should I consider to subpoena as to the character of my daughter’s father?  John’s first wife?  Numerous girlfriends?  His family?  Our employees, old and current?

Will people lie on the stand?  It’s happened in the past…

Waiting for court,

~P.

Dear John VIII

Dear John,

   We just spoke moments ago, but I feel the need to write you.  I give you credit for being active in Tesla’s life.  I even let you keep her extra days so you can take her places and do things that I can’t afford.  Thanks for letting me know she is taking gymnastics and that you are paying for it.  That’s awesome for Tess!  I will gladly take her on my Wednesday nights.

    What upsets me is your statement during our phone conversation.  “I am telling you Tesla will be going to school at Eastern.”  Another thing that upsets me is all the drama you are causing in my family and with my former room mate John Ott.  I realize you want my family to testify for you and John Ott also.  What I don’t get is what the heck are you trying to prove?

Just let a judge decide,

~P.

Dear Suz

She gots dem big eyez, ya?

Hey G, my sista!  How you doing with those big eyes?  All up in the camera!

What are we going to do with you?  You need to find somewhere to live.  If mom and dad actually find someone who wants to buy the house, you more than likely will need to move.  Maybe the new buyers would let you stay if you paid rent.  You never know, stranger things have happened.  Like me meeting Dale, for example.

There is always the possibility of moving back into the house with mom and dad if their house doesn’t sell and they don’t move to Shippensburg or somewhere else equally as ridiculous.

I can’t believe dad wants to move mom so far away from us.  Mom is going to be miserable alone.  I also can’t believe that dad is talking to my future ex-husband.  What the hell?  They both know I am a good mom to Tesla.  My sons will testify to that!

Ugh….I’m so sick of all the drama with 2 Johns and our dad.  Get over themselves already!

Love ya sista!

~P.

Get ya coming and going

This afternoon a friend of mine, Butch Yater stopped by with the decals he made me for my car.  He did a great job as a favor to me.  If anyone needs detailing work done, give Butch a call!  (717-881-2234)

Coming

going

BEEP IF YOU SEE ME!!

~p.

 

Excitement Video

11:50 AM

I had just turned on the radio and sat down at my laptop.  Now settled into a chair I hear on 105.7 the X to call in to win cash at the Excitement Video store in York.  I could win up to $500 on the wheel of excitemnt.  Heck, if I win $20 bucks, I’ll find a creative way to spend it.  Wouldn’t you?  Just show up, be myself with ID and spin.  That’s pretty damn simple.  All I had to be was caller 14 and I was.   Are you listening to 105.7 the X?

See ya at Excitement Video at 7!!!

Free cash for ???,

~P.

Cellphone Mad Lib

With the help of my friends, Mark and Kristin Hoke, Deanna Maruski, Aaron Laird, Sue Crider, Zeth Bonawitz, Sam Coeyman, Arden Haines, Dawn Wolf and Scott Zirkle, I created this blog.  These are the word choices they texted me.  See if you can tell what many of them had on their minds…..

It was a wild vagina in Nashville.

The engorged penis blows hot baby oil.

A capricious enchilada is slowly running.

A big truck on Ski Round Top is quickly bleeding.

Rutter’s wistfully has fast driving cock.

My motorcycle is sluggishly exfoliated and sleeping.

The car and house were attacked by Godzilla with sex and a bong.

 

Weirdo’s,

~P.

Poem by a Psycho

Wrote during Psychology Class

My journals

Dusting off the adorned cover

Leafing through the faded pages

Fond memories return to me

So many things I had forgotten

Come rushing back

Some offering smiles

Some offering tears.

 

I wrote this in May 1988

It’s still true,

~P.

Inside Me

This poem “Inside Me” was written in May 1988

Mrs. Ney’s creative communications class

 

 

Deep inside me,

I feel an oncoming scream of frustration.

Bottled inside me,

Deep feelings for one who doesn’t know I care.

Sighing inside me,

Every time I pass him in the hall.

Crying inside me,

Knowing I could never tell him I care.

Dying inside me,

Knowing I’ll never have him.

-Pattie Crider

Dear Zeth

Hi son!  Happy birthday, well the day after your birthday.  I was so happy to see you when you stopped by!  At least until you showed me what you bought yourself for your birthday.

Do I like your gift to yourself?  Uh, no.  But, you’re 18 and can do what you want to your body.  As far as your gift from Matt….I won’t even go there! 

Zeth’s first tattoo. He says more to come.
Another hole in your head. Just what you need.

So Happy birthday son!  I hope you liked your gift from me.  It was the same gift you gave me on my birthday.

 
Nothing,
Mom