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My future boxer? Will she fill my gloves? ~P.
Just a girl writing in the blogging ring
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My future boxer? Will she fill my gloves? ~P.
What’s the first thing children learn how to spell at school?
Their name.
Now imagine your child has a unique name and someone at school can’t seem to get the spelling right. Even worse, imagine your spouse has a significant other that is very involved with your child’s life and that person can’t spell your child’s name.
It is a fact, Tesla brings home school papers and SOMEONE is constantly spelling her name wrong. It’s spelled just like it sounds, so why is this so difficult for an adult to grasp. Tesla has it down, why can’t her school/dad’s girlfriend, get it right?!
Helpful hints: She is named after Nikola Tesla.
Nikola Tesla 10 July 1856 – 7 January 1943) was a Serbian-American inventor, mechanical engineer, and electrical engineer. He was an important contributor to the birth of commercial electricity, and is best known for his many revolutionary developments in the field of electromagnetism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
If that is just to much history to remember, here is another helpful hint:
Tesla is an American hard rock band formed in Sacramento, California in 1984. They have sold 14 million albums in the United States. The band derived their name, certain album and song titles, and some song content from events relating to inventor and electrical engineer Nikola Tesla.
So here are my thoughts:
1. If the teacher/teacher assistant can’t get Tesla’s name spelled correctly, she shouldn’t be attending that school.
2. If Heather can’t spell Tesla’s name….well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
Crossing my fingers for a transfer from East York schools to West York schools!
~P.
Dear Heather,
Since having a conversation with you or John is impossible, I will address this problem with a letter.
What exactly is the reasoning behind Tesla not being allowed to take her book bag home when I pick her up? Even if YOU did pay for it, isn’t it still Tesla’s? Or did you write Heather King on the inside and I missed it?
Why does Tesla have “special clothes” that she can only wear while visiting her dad? Are your children wearing the same clothes as Tesla? Is there confusion with all the handwritten “Dad” and “Mom” on the tags? http://girlboxer1970.com/2011/02/21/obsessed-with-everything/
Your actions and refusal to allow Tesla her belongings has an effect on Tesla and shows how pathetic you are in trying to control MY daughter’s life.
If Tesla owns something, whether it is clothing, book bag, toys etc. she should be able to have her belongings with her no matter which home she is at.
You don’t own my child.
~P.
Friday night Dawn and Scott Wolf were over to visit Dale and I. Around 11 pm we heard a crash outside and I looked out the window but didn’t see anything. I didn’t bother to open the front door.
Earlier on Friday I gathered up all the yard decorations and set them right outside my flower bed. My intention was to get Tesla’s wagon later and take them around back to the garage. It slipped my mind and I didn’t really think about the yard ornaments again the rest of the day.
Dawn texted me asking if we wanted to go to the Viking Club for dinner. They came over to our house after dinner. Dale and Scott were in the dining room while Dawn and I were in the living room watching Auction Hunters on tv. There was a loud bang, like someone punched my front screen door. I looked out the window but didn’t see anyone or anything.
Saturday morning around 11 am, I went out the front door with Ying and found this.
My first thought was “some idiot smashed the fairy that didn’t have a broken wing and stole the one that was broke.” The fairies were wedding gifts from my friends Joyce Fetter at Labor & Industry and the other was from Kim and Dave Oburn. Friends I had made through my co-workers, Scott and Malinda Ettinger. Had some great times with all my work friends. We all fell out of touch after I retired from my state career.
The fairies have been part of my yard decorations ever since John and I received them in 2005. They had a long life, those fairies. John and my marriage….not so long.
The second fairy wasn’t stolen after all. Someone smashed that one against my neighbor’s door. Her screen door actually broke and she called the police and landlord. I called the police also and they returned my call noting a second fairy was smashed and my screen door was dented. They asked if I had any suspects. I said, “not really” and that was the end of the fairy tale.
I imagine it was kids walking up Rt 74 with nothing better to do then ruin other people’s property.
Fairy killer!
~P.
Dear Suz,
So you wrecked your car and it’s totaled. That sucks.
I am glad you are safe and that airbag probably saved your life. Any other day, you wear a seatbelt!
We found your glasses underneath the passenger’s seat. I know you don’t remember much after accidentally rear-ending a parked car.
You had just passed my house and realized I was in school. Making left-hand turns to head back home and suddenly you wake up, airbag deployed.
Thank God in heaven, for watching over you.
I love you sister! Even if you are the most forgetful, accident prone person I’ve ever known in my life. I can’t imagine life without you.
The crinkled up car is replaceable.
Love,
~P.
Well, the day finally arrived. Custody hearing was scheduled for 1:30 pm today. This hearing was a “special hearing” and scheduled over a month ago. So much for special.
My son Jarrid was at the courthouse at 1 pm. Dale, Kristin, Kym and I arrived at 1:15. My lawyer, Rob Krug was already there. John was present and had Heather, LaDonna, Diane (first wife) and Todd (step-son) there. I feel a bit bad that he is dragging all these people in to testify. I said hi to Diane and Todd. LaDonna came over and we chatted for a good while. I hadn’t seen her wedding rings in person yet.
Well, I don’t feel bad for Heather. Her testimony should be interesting. Maybe John’s attorney, Doug France won’t have her testify. I didn’t see John’s other attorney, Laurin Kearny. She was ripped up one side and down the other by Judge Dorney during one of the previous hearing. I found it very amusing….
There was no testimony today. The custody hearing before ours was running way over its scheduled time. Judge Dorney insisted we wait and finally around 3:30 pm she sent out a note rescheduling for tomorrow at 1:30 pm. What a wasted day. I missed classes today, will miss classes tomorrow and lose most of Friday with all this court dates.
How frustrating! So tomorrow, John and crew will take the stand as he is the complainant. Friday myself, Dale and Jarrid will testify. Of course we can recall any of John’s witnesses and question John.
Will keep you posted!!
Thanks for all your messages and visits today!
Back to feeding the meters tomorrow,
~P.
Dear John,
What is your issue? Because I’m just not understanding why there are so many complications with the current joint custody arrangement.
Tomorrow we go to court and a judge will decide who has Tesla’s best interest in mind.
In the meantime, it seems as though Heather has just taken over in Tesla’s life. Examples of this are easy to see. Writing DAD inside Tesla’s clothes clearly came from Heather. Heather frequently has Tesla while you are away, be it work, estimates, softball, etc. Heather volunteered in Tesla’s room without so much as a word to me first. She writes nasty notes on Tesla’s school papers. If I don’t request Tesla’s book bag, no one sends it out with her. I finally had to say something to Tesla’s teacher Ms. Dettinger because I wasn’t seeing anything Tesla did in school, her letter/word ring or her reading log. So John, what do I find today?
After requesting her bookbag again, I find inside her reading log.
Where is DAD’s signature anywhere on this paper? What reason would the log need to be specified at “Dad’s House”? If the log is Sept-Oct, why the hell haven’t I seen it in Tesla’s bookbag over the past two months?
I shouldn’t have your girlfriend drama to deal with.
Court tomorrow,
~P.
I’ve taken a lotta flack for past posts about my father. I’ve upset family and friends and why? Because I write the truth. That’s right, the truth.
Now, someone else knows the real Walt. A nurse from Matrix Medical Insurance called my mom to check on how she was doing. Walt took the phone to mom who was in her room. He couldn’t just give her the phone….he had to yell and bitch through the whole process. Kicking her bed and questioning her on “what doctor office is this” as he handed over the phone.
The nurse was shocked. Yes, shocked that Walt was treating his wife this way with her on the phone. This nurse told my mom she does not have to live her life being treated this way. Today, the nurse showed up at my parents. Walt was at the doctors himself and the nurse questioned “oh, it’s ok for him to go to the doctor?”
After having a conversation with Mom, the nurse told her she would be reporting how mom is treated to her supervisor. My mom should not have lived the last 40 years of her life in fear of being screamed at. Told she is stupid. Treated as if her sickness and bad health is her own fault.
No one deserves that type of treatment. Just as I realized my husband was just like my dad, my mom needs to realize her health will never improve living under such stress. When my grandmother asked me when I thought my mother would ever get better I answered with, “Probably never if she continues to live with Dad.” Nanny didn’t have any other questions after that one and moved on to the next table at my cousin Amanda’s wedding.
My auntie Jane and uncle Ken were sitting across from me. They weren’t surprised when I told Nanny what I thought. Auntie Jane doesn’t really talk to me anymore. She, along with a few other people who are basically in denial, were just SO offended by this blog http://girlboxer1970.com/2011/05/02/are-you-a-good-mom/ I wrote this the day Walt was ready to beat Blaine’s ass. I don’t care whose feelings get hurt. If you don’t live with Walt, you don’t know him. This blog has the most comments ever. Family…. down to people I didn’t know or they didn’t say.
Wait til Walt finds this out. (not the blog, people…the actual investigation.) Pray for my mom. She is very nervous, but it’s his mouth that’s the cause.
My mom is awesome,
~P.
Here’s your chance. What do you want me to write about? Fiction (ToadLicker), non-fiction (Beaver Hole)…..school stories The Spartan stuff, divorce (ughh drama), kid story (Telsa stuff), embarrassing friend stories (Spanish, art, Weiners?? short-stories, adult stories/poems, my own bizarre twisted thoughts without proof reading?
You tell me and I will write. Or send me a question to answer. Or a “first line of a story”
Hit me…I’m feeling creative. Will credit suggestions unless you want to be unknown. Why is that?
I may regret this,
~P.
I have a few days left of fall break before it’s back to classes. My weekend flew by with Dale and Tesla. Tesla and I spent a good portion of Friday painting. I painted my sculpture for art class. We had to do a figurative piece that had personal meaning. I created a self-portrait and painted it to reflect emotion. We did not paint my car again like we did this day when boredom struck….hard. http://wp.me/p1j2Ur-lV. We spent the day with Aunt Suzie and Blaine. Dale met us at Pinchot Park and we had a nice time. I kept sticking Suz with Ying patrol. He annoys her. I laugh.
So today I have quite a list of things to accomplish:
1. Find Tesla’s dance leotard. John already let me a message this morning because I didn’t send it Friday or this morning. I don’t know what the heck Tesla did with the leotard or the t-shirt she had on when I picked her up from Heather. That was the same night Heather refused to let Tesla keep her leopard stuffed animal in her bedroom at John’s.
2. This goes along with number one. Put away all the clean laundry from the weekend. I have 3-4 baskets of clothes. I’ve lost count. I only do laundry on the weekends to save on electric. If it’s nice out, I even hang sum up to dry. Dale thinks I’m crazy as he just drys everything.
3. Work on my literature class presentation on “The Hellbound Heart” and the movie, Hellraiser, by Clive Barker. I am trying to make a slideshow picture to accompany the selected portions of the book I will read aloud to class. I love to do presentations and take front center stage…I mean class.
4. Spanish a presentation as Carl Brady with my daughters Marsha and Cindy. Marsha is Kristin James http://www.facebook.com/kristinmischelle. Cindy is Olivia Sederstrom. http://www.facebook.com/osederstrom. We are having fun with this and I will eventually blog about our presentation.
5. Religion: Cult writing. Might blog it online. Any suggestions out there on wtf I can write…I have many ideas: Lady Gaga as a type of disciple. A really wacky one with Illuminated symbols, Satanic symbols. The “Text” in The Lady’s Guide Stones, located in GA. At the Georgia Guide Stones are the text inscribed in many languages. http://girlboxer1970.com/2011/02/26/the-georgia-guidestones/ I actually wrote about those long before I even knew I was enrolling in this NRMs class. http://girlboxer1970.com/2011/09/29/gender-roles-in-new-religions/
6. Kitchen: put away clean dishes. (Dale washes all the dishes. That is so awesome because I hate getting my hands wet.) Mop floor, clear of island, finishing clearing the table.
7. Clear coffee table of school books. vacuum.
8. Paint my second sculpture. I haven’t named it yet. Will post pictures of the process.
9. Read Sunday’s paper. Was so busy at Pinchot Park I didn’t get to read much of it.
10. Blog about Pinchot Park yesterday and the chainsaw carving I took pictures of all weekend. It’s located on Druck Valley Road.
Will attempt the whole list.
Tommorrows another day,
~P.