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Oct 2, 2012

Crider’s reunite

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What will bring the Crider family together under one roof?  In order by importance:

1. Beer

2. Food

3. Music

4. Poker

And so the Crider’s gathered this past Saturday (along with all the second cousins, third cousins, spouses, friends, etc. etc.) and had a fun-filled day.

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Sep 26, 2012

Dear John~It is NOT about you

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Dear John,

I realize you probably like when I cry.  Makes you feel good.  I realize as much as you tell me you don’t read my blog, you most likely do.  You tell me you just have to hear about it from 5 to 10 people.  In reality that narrows it down to 1.  You are known for your exaggerations.  (Sorry to hear you’re not getting laid-you’ll remedy that)

You keep bringing up the past, while I push for the present.  You claim I hurt you in the past, that I didn’t want to spend time with our daughter, that I was a drug addict, that I spent money wildly.  Seriously, even if it were 100% true, what does any of that have to do with now?  Our past is OVER and I have moved on.  I realize you have not and you are waiting for me to say I was the one who caused our break-up.  That will never happen.

Tonight you asked if I thought you were stupid.  Well, I do think you are stupid but not due to the reason you asked.  You seem to believe if you let Tesla spend time with me, I will file for custody.  I can file whether you let her spend time with me outside the custody order or not.  It’s not about what you want, it’s about what she wants.  I know you listen to our conversations and hear her counting off how many days until she is with me.  I’m not putting that into her head, she puts it into mine.  I don’t ask her if she wants to live with me, she tells me every chance she gets.  It’s not that she doesn’t love her father, she just wants to live with her mother.

You bring up how you were married for 18 years.  Please -spare me, it’s already come out in court that you easily broke your marriage of 18 years to have a chance to be a father.  I seriously believed you loved me and I was special.

Call me naivete or just plain stupid.  I accept either.

~P.

Why do I blog about my life?  To get me through it.  I have a super supportive man in my life, unlike the past.

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Sep 25, 2012

No need for perfect

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Her ear wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t matter.  It seemed to me, her beauty came from within.  Beauty in the twinkle of her eye, beauty in her giggle, beauty in the tassels of her hair.  Very little hair indeed.

Even her tearful cries were beautiful-like that of a lamb separated from its mother.  And once quieted, rocked to sleep-resting as a content angel-my most beautiful creation.

~~~To my beautiful daughter Tesla.  We had three minutes to write about what we believe to be “the most beautiful thing.”

~P.

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Sep 17, 2012

cast cutting and bone pins pulled

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Tesla was a bit scared at the thought and sound of the cast cutting saw.  Even after the nurse put the saw against her own hand to show her it couldn’t cut skin.  The sound is intimidating.

Dr. Bixler told Tesla that she had super strong bones.  When he went to pull the four pins out, they didn’t want to budge.  He said normally they slide right out.  What Dr. Bixler didn’t know was for the two years of her life, she only wanted milk.  I’d say she survived on 95% milk, 5% food.  Her doctor said that she was perfectly healthy and eventually she would want more than milk.  He was right, now she only wants McDonald’s.  🙂

Tesla was a trouper for the pin removal.  Even with it being more difficult than expected, she winced a little bit but didn’t cry out or shed a tear.  Her doctor and nurse complimented her on being such a good patient, better than most all their other patients.  I was very proud of her and her toughness.  That’s my girl, chip off the ole block.

If my camera battery hadn’t died, I would have recorded the pin removal.  I only managed a few pictures of her Frankenelbow.

Cross your fingers….no more broken bones!

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Sep 10, 2012

York Fair 2012

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We had a great day at the York Fair.  It wasn’t too hot and it didn’t pour down rain.

The first thing I noticed when I downloaded my fair pictures is how much Tesla has grown since the fair in 2008.

Tesla 2008

Tesla 2012

We enjoyed the animals the most.  The petting zoo and the farm animals were great.

 

Drew and Blaine were especially impressed by the gourds.

The rides are over-rated and over-priced, but it’s only once a year.

We walked so much even the kids complained their feet hurt!

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My feet are elevated and I’m relaxing….

~P.

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Aug 21, 2012

Silly Face Experts

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Tesla and I love the episode of SpongeBob SquarePants called “Face Freeze.”  Patrick and SpongeBob make silly faces and Mr. Krabs warn them their faces will freeze like that.  Of course they don’t believe him and decide to hold their faces in a silly pose for a day.  Sandy the squirrel has to cure them of face freeze.  So silly!!

Here’s some silly faces the didn’t freeze!   ~P.

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Aug 20, 2012

Dear John~And the truth is revealed

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Dear John,

We were all wondering (Dale, Zeth, Suz and I) what the heck you were doing at the playground with Tesla so early in the morning.

Well now we all know….YOU were playing softball while our daughter was at the playground by herself.  Even worse, Tesla says there weren’t any other little kids there but there was two big boys.

Why the hell are you letting Tesla at the playground alone while you play softball?  I know how fucking important softball is to you.  Hell, you were ready to blow me off the same day I miscarried with our second child because you had a softball game.  I had to guilt you into staying home with Tesla and I after I lost our baby.  (which you blamed on me)

Obviously you couldn’t watch Tesla while you played ball.  She said she screamed really loud because her arm hurt so bad.  I told her I was sorry she got hurt and she shouldn’t have been there alone.  Her response was, “Daddy said I could.”

Maybe I should be glad she only suffered a broken arm (which needs surgical pins implanted tomorrow.)  It could have been even worse, say someone kidnapping her.  Bob Hoffman stadium isn’t exactly the safest neighborhood for a little girl to be playing alone on a playground.

What the fuck were you thinking?  Oh wait, I know….only about yourself.  To the point you wouldn’t even let Tesla be with me after you were too busy to keep an eye on her to start with.  It’s not like it would have hurt her more to spend the rest of the day with her mom.

Here’s a thought!  You could have called me and told me to meet you at the softball field so you can play your game and Tesla could spend time with me.

God forbid you let me have a little extra time with Tesla.

Once a selfish bastard, always a selfish bastard.

I can’t wait to be divorced from you…..and have custody of our daughter.

~P.

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Aug 19, 2012

Dear John~aka Mr. Know It All

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Dear John,

You wonder why I get so pissed off at you.  Did you ever stop to think it’s because you firmly believe you know everything but when it’s convenient, you plead ignorance?  This morning is a great example.

Dale and I stayed up late watching movies (which you probably know since my Facebook is so closely followed by you and your minions) and I forgot to plug my cellphone in.  So this morning when you have Tesla at the playground (and I’m really curious if it was you or Heather since I know Heather takes Tesla to church, not you) and she falls off the monkey bars, you resort to calling Walt to notify me that Tesla is injured.

Really, the only person you know how to get in contact with is my father?  Not that long ago, you had your lawyer pursing Dale as a convicted felon.  You knew his first, middle and last name, birthday, address etc. in an attempt to keep Tesla away from me, yet you don’t have Dale’s phone number?  I know I’ve called you from Dale’s phone.  He’s also in the phone book.  It’s also all over his truck in large letters advertising his computer business.  Amazing how you manage to know everything you possible can about Dale and I except how to contact him if there is an emergency and I can’t be reached.

So you have Dale’s number now that I’ve called you and made a point of you saving it for emergency purposes.  Dale would never have a problem with you calling his cell to relay a message about Tesla.  Unlike that bitch of a girlfriend you continue to entertain.  Heather doesn’t want me to EVER call or text her cell, even when she has Tesla because your off doing whatever it is that makes you happy at the moment.  It’s well-known how you do what you want, when you want.  Hell, you even do who you want with no consequences because you are the king, top dog and big man of your universe.

Now Tesla has a broken left arm.  Not just broken and a cast, but broken so badly she has to have surgery tomorrow.  You knew how much I wanted to see my baby girl this morning at the hospital but would you allow me to come in and see her.  Oh hell no.  She was being discharged and you were leaving immediately even though I was already on the way in.  I said I’d come get her at the house if you weren’t going to wait and you shot that down also.

Our daughter breaks her arm and you won’t even let me see her.  That’s sad John.  Instead, you make her and I wait until the court appointed time of 7PM tonight.  Does that make you feel like you’re in control?  Not allowing mother and daughter to see one another after she suffers a traumatic experience.

The only thing that kept me from completely losing my temper was speaking to Tesla and hearing the pain medication was helping her.  I guess until I pick her up tonight I will remain in the dark concerning what really happened.  Tesla reassured me I can get her at 7 PM, clearly you already pumped that into her head.

I managed to raise two boys who never broke a bone, yet you and your lawyer are constantly doubting my parenting abilities.  Every serious injury Tesla has had happened on your watch.  From four-wheeler accidents to broken arms….maybe it’s time custody is heard by a judge once again.  This time, I’m bringing back-up.  ~P.

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Aug 6, 2012

The Return of My Second Egg

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Mystery Blue Egg

My son has moved completely in this time.  Not just for the weekend or a week, but 100% settled back into the nest.

He didn’t come without resistance because mom is strict.

Compared to his father, I am strict.  Ask John and he will say I’m not strict enough.  Go figure.

So I get my second egg back in the nest by default.  His dad told him to fly his coup and his aunt said he couldn’t nest there.

Interestingly enough, in his first day with mama bird, he has paid his fine to avoid going to jail and applied for approximately ten jobs.

He also has a new set of rules to live by.

1. Get a job.

2. Earned money will go towards living here and towards a car.

3. Get a driver’s license.

4. Clean up after yourself.

5. Do your laundry.

6.  No sneaking out of the house or anyone in.

7. No illegal activities, period.

8. Stealing and lying is unacceptable.

9. Cook. (most likely the easiest for him to follow as he loves to cook)

10. Shower daily.

These rules are pretty simple.  He starts with no privileges and must earn my trust.

My Third Egg is thrilled that her brother has moved in.  They were downstairs in Zeth’s new bedroom and Tesla asked, “Are you going to live here forever?”

I yelled down, “God, I hope not!”

That cracked Egg #2 up.

Wish him and me luck.

Say a prayer too,

~P.

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