- Someone got a little to close to the stop sign
I slammed the brakes leaving Beaver Hole….I wonder how long till this sign is removed?
and I had nothing to do with it!!
~P.
Mar 8, 2011
Redneck Art II
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Mar 7, 2011
Wet, dirty and now single
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Scavengers
The property of Beaver Hole is clearly marked “No Trespassing” but evidence left behind at the bridge is proof that people ignore “posted” property signs. The amount of trash left behind and the content can be shocking. At some point during the summer of 2010 I began picking up the trash carelessly discarded. I chose a barren area by a telephone pole to set the trash bags and someone, I assume the garbage collectors, pick them up.
The common trash is just that, everyday paper, cans, bottles, wrappers, etc that people would usually throw in their trashcan. It’s the uncommon trash that stands out during a clean-up walk that gets my attention. Trash that wouldn’t normally be found along a busy road.
A recent trip to the bridge with hopes of taking photos and enjoying the peaceful environment became a clean-up mission instead. The melting snow revealed litter along the roadside and the creek. Litter sheds light on the activities at the bridge.
Multiple beer cans and bottles, all empty, of course. A cigar tube, a plastic bag of cigar tobacco and one empty baggie with the corner torn off. Curiously, I also found a sock, not to far from the baggie, wet, dirty and now single. A party of two people, most likely, at Beaver Hole. Everything else seemed to make sense, minus the sock.
What could this all be summed up as? Scavengers, feeding off of the natural beauty and seclusion at Beaver Hole? People carelessly upsetting nature for their own enjoyment…are scavengers of the Earth. This is why landowners feel they need to post their property. Owners want to protect their slice of nature from human scavengers.
Mar 7, 2011
Play Doh Mushrooms
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Tess and I broke out the play doh to entertain ourselves. I’m on drain duty, making sure my bedroom/basement doesn’t fill with water. Joy.
So what a better way to pass time…Play Doh. We created a mushroom farm on my bookshelf.
Cheap play doh…sucks.
~P
Mar 6, 2011
Flood~It’s really coming down
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Not my basement, Thank God!
I called up to my brother Sam, “Hey where’s Dad? The basement is flooding.”
Sam consulted with father, who knows best, and was sent to the basement for the portable pump. The utility pump found, electric source with a three prong adapter found and….nothing. The pump motor was frozen. Sam, being the smart guy of the family, grabs my shop vac. Presto! Problem solved….
except I HAVE to keep turning the shop vac on and it’s filling rather quickly as the water level is constantly rerising. Do other people still have this water drainage issue or am I the only one left, shop vaccing water from a drain hole?
So far Tesla has been distracted and not noticed the drainage issue. I could see her digging out the rubber duckies in her toy box, and declaring it her pond.
~P.
Now imagine about an hour or more passing. The shop vaccum didn’t hold enough water to keep the flood back. Squeegies as my father calls them, were necessary to push back the flow of water towards our sleeping area and dressers. Dad has finished eating and left for a new pump. Suz, Sam and I have carried at least 10 buckets of nasty water. Yes, it smells now. Nothing like a flood to ruin a day. Unless you were Noah and had an ark.
I have to go suck water again. “Hurry Walt, my back is killing me!” Sigh..
Ironically, I had started a story for writing class with the title of a Jars of Clay song, “Flood.” For some reason that song made me think of all the times the basement flooded when I was a child.
The first line of my story is “It never occurred to me that my pink bedroom slippers would float.”
Currently, my slippers are safe….
No ark here,
Pattie
Mar 6, 2011
that wasn’t very nice
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Finishing up with the usual bedtime routine, bath, teeth and that last drink before bed, I casually bring up calling Daddy to Tesla.
“How about you call your Dad before we go downstairs?” I asked.
(I had asked earlier in the day, twice I think and she declined. She doesn’t ask to call very often. The more I push her to call the more she refuses. Must be the bull in her. She gets it honestly.)
“No thank you.” she responded, taking a drink from her cup.
“I think it hurts your Daddy’s feelings when you don’t call him, Tess.” I spoke gently, not wanting to start an argument with an almost 5-year-old over calling her dad.
“Daddy doesn’t have feelings.” she responded just as sweetly as I had just spoken.
I was speachless.
~P.
Mar 5, 2011
Today went quickly
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I had a busy day today. First up, I put some bread in the toaster, then forgot about it. When I finally returned I did a double take pulling it from the toaster. Someone, had taken a bite before I even buttered it! I burst out laughing and my son Zeth, couldn’t help himself. His guilt wass confirmed in his wild laughter. There is this trend at the Crider house, when making something for someone else, take a bite before you give it to them. Zeth to that in-house joke one step further. You’re welcome Zeth….you are definitely my egg.
Next up, I wanted to see if my car radio would get a better signal if I taped a wire hanger to the antenna. After several test checks (why do it if it doesn’t make any improvements?) I secured my new antenna. I see it as redneck girl-functioning art.
Tesla has a perfectly good pair of shoes to play outside in during the mud ball season. It’s just the velcro that replaced laces years ago, doesn’t cut the mustard. The shoes lost their grip. I had the electrical tape handy….presto!! Redneck girl fix #2!
Now the repairs were finished and the kids were ready to race in the garage. Everyone was happy and life is good.
Mar 5, 2011
Here is the boxing ring!!
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I’ve had it with being forced to communicate with my future ex-husband through text messages with his new girlfriend. No one whos known John for about 2-3 weeks, should be texting or telling me anything.
If anything, HEATHER, you should be thinking hard about even being involved with a man who is still married. Whether I love my husband or not isn’t the issue. There will be a divorce. The pieces will fall where they may.
So here is the boxing ring. I don’t want to talk or text you Heather. You have no business even knowing my daughter. Good parents don’t take their small children and parade them around new boyfriends. Now these children think they are moving into my house. If you have something to say, say it here. I really hate retyping text messages, BUT:
I texted John after picking up Tesla. She has a nasty gash on her head, but thankfully nothing serious. Tesla tells me she was on the backporch with some of Heather’s children (not sure of their ages but 5, 7, 10 and 15 would be my best guess) while John and Heather went to the store. LaDonna was apparently watching all 5 kids, while she was working in the office.
My text to J0hn after an argument about La watching 5 kids while she is working the in the office:
Me:I’m trying to get across 2 u that La shouldn’t b watching all those kids at work. She isn’t the sitter 4 u and whatever children r with a new g/f. And further more no one else should b moving into the house until u settle this divorce.
J: Ok boss.
Me:U need someone to make u see reality. just finish the divorce please!
J/H: It’s as easy sign the paper. besides you still love him otherwise you would not send him pictures all the time. so sad you don’t have a life.
(I signed the divorce paper like two years ago or more. It’s all about marital property now and I sent one picture of me wearing my necklace that Tess loves. Yeah, I poked at him about hoping to not have to pawn it since he’s not paying his child or alimony support.)
Me:Really…again with the g/f? It doesn’t matter if I love him or not. He will eventually get his divorce. u will b long gone cause no one is good enough for him.
H: Honey when u got it u got it. And u didn’t. Don’t be jealous it just makes u look bad. Should have been more concerned about ur family then drugs and women. We all make mistakes I hope you can learn from urs and move on and be a great mother and person. U ask for people to shut u out w/ your hate and anger I pray you can forgive urself as well as others someday and move on to a happy time in ur life. And thanks for asking. we are all excited to be together even Tess, despite your comments...
Wow…Heather thinks she knows allllll about me. Clueless. But that’s fine….she’s got it!!!!
My final text was “you don’t know shit. www.girlboxer1970.com”
Heather, Heather, Heather…sigh….
I don’t know you. I don’t expect you to be around long enough to even get to know you. I just feel terrible for my daughter who has to see the ridiculousness of her father’s choices and your children who’s lives will be affected by you jumping into a relationship with my future ex-husband. Don’t text me on John’s phone. Comment on my blog site and everyone can have a ringside seat! I don’t want to reconcile, I want a divorce and all this mess cleaned up.
Thank you!
The current future x-wife,
Pattie
Mar 4, 2011
Out of the mouth of babes
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I picked up my daughter as usual today at 5pm. She was outside playing with her daddy’s girlfriend’s 4 children. I sent Zeth, my youngest son to go get Tesla. While I’m waiting for Tesla and Zeth to come back up to the top of the driveway, a little girl about 5 comes up, so happy to see me.
“Guess what? I’m moving here!” She exclaimed cheerfully.
“You are?” I asked, taken back by her exclamation.
“Yes, this is going to be our house.” she added.
Not knowing what else to say to a 5 year old, who just informed me she was moving into my house, I said “That’s wonderful sweetie!”
Are you kidding me??? Another woman and her children are moving into my house? This one has known my husband perhaps two weeks tops?!
Doesn’t she realize this man is in the middle of a divorce? Or that another family just moved out of the house in a rush, back in October?
Excuse me, but my name is on that house. Why is every other woman in York County moving into my house?
It’s not like I didn’t know this family of 5 has been spending an awful amount of time at my house. Just not enough time that Tesla could even remember this womans name.
Divorce is ugly. I feel the worst for my daughter, stuck with me in this three-ring circus.
Mar 4, 2011
Roots, rot and wrecks
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Forensic Bridgeology Report. Bull Road. Warrington Township PA
- Angry fingers grasping the dirt
B: Forest-The trees bare their roots against their will. Water and ice rise during the rainy, cold seasons tearing away the life supporting soil. Roots tear out of the ground like fingers, desperate to keep hold of the dirt. The fingers are of many hands, twisted, deformed and arthritic. Clinging to their last chance of life.
D Roadside: People drive to fast on country roads. Country roads are tricky for city slickers. They are also quite tricky for drunks. One particular tree along Bull Road stands out among the rest. This tree suffers many scars from drivers who just didn’t navigate that curve correctly. It’s not that difficult to menuver but just as you take that itty, bitty curve and start to straighten the wheel, out of nowhere this tree suddenly jumps out and bites your car on the passenger’s side.
R: Active decay- Nature has a way of recycling herself. Giant pine trees that once towered over the creek now lay on the forest floor. The felled pines have been there for decades, maybe longer. The remains of a pine tree are ugly, bug infested and decaying. The branches are bare of bark and poke out like skeletal arms of different lengths. Perhaps fending off the decay thats slowly returns the body, back to the ash it was born.
More sections of forensic report to come!
Mar 4, 2011
Birthdays, boobs and blogs
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Cake and boobs...oh yeah
October 9th 1970 was my birth day. Big deal, everyone has a birthday. In 2004 my dear friends, Shar, Tera and Angel had a little party for me at Altland’s Ranch. The Ranch is a gay/lesbian/bi bar out in the sticks. John met my friends that night for the first time. He remembers Shar telling him “he better not hurt me.” Nice thought there Shar….
I had fun that night dancing with my friends. Having a few drinks, laughing and eating. The birthday cake had a shark on it. It was so cool! Tera didn’t make it out dancing but she sent the cake with Shar. Shar almost set the bar on fire when all the candles were lite.
Dancing and drinking, getting naughty on the dance floor with Angel. John had an eyeful of us girls getting our dance on. Now this is a party: girls, cake, naughty dancing, feeding cake to each other….A night I will never forget, and neither did John.
(4 YEARS PASS)
October 9, 2008 I haven’t been out with my friends from 4 years ago, since that night. My 34th birthday was the last night of freedom I had. I no longer talked to Shar, Angel, Tera because I wasn’t permitted to. My birthday in 2008 gave me two special surprise gifts. My darling puppy, Ying was born and my not so darling husband forgot it was my birthday.
John forgot my birthday and tried to make up for it by picking up a generic cake at Giant on the way home from his appointments. I wasn’t surprised he forgot, his mind seemed elsewhere all day long. We ate the generic cake while he apologized for letting my birthday slip his mind. He was just so busy with work, estimates, appointments.
It wasn’t until December 2008 I found out why he was SO busy he forgot my birthday two months earlier. He had an appointment at his lawyer’s office, to file for divorce. Wow, I was SO pissed when he threw the divorce papers at me. My eyes bugged out when I saw the date he signed the papers. I guess he was taking his sweet time, since my birthday, to tell me he even filed.
Yes, 2008 had its ups and downs. The Giant cake was not fresh at 10pm on October 9, 2008 and that sucks. On the good side, my hairless, Chinese Crested, Ying, was born sometime that day in Texas. He is a wonderful guard dog. The best gift I got that day, a complete surprise….a chance for freedom to celebrate my birthdays with whomever I want!!
girlboxer1970 
