I’m not dead and neither are you!

I wake up every morning because I’m not dead.  That’s what everyone does, so I’m not special.  I feel special though.  Everyone should feel special now and then.  It is good for the soul.

Alright, if you are reading this, you are not dead either.  So let’s talk about this thing we all have to deal with: life.  Life has its up and downs depending on how much money you have.  Oops, that’s not right.  Life has its up and downs no matter who you are or think you are.  I’ve had people get in my face (or witnessed people in others faces) screaming, “Do you know who the fuck I am?”  Usually they repeat the same line a few times to make their point.  I’ve found that usually the person doing the yelling knows I know who they are.  Perfect strangers don’t walk up and begin screaming in my face, “Do you know who the fuck I am?”  Therefore the question really is pointless.  Of course I know who you are, but if I ain’t fucking you or feeding you I don’t give a shit.

So this life thing is a relatively short period of time.  Some people accomplish great things during their life while others don’t amount to Jack Squat.  If you don’t know who Jack Squat is, you probably shouldn’t be reading this.  In my short 41 years on this planet, I’ve done quite a bit.  Two marriages, one divorce, three children, two careers and now attending college to make my work something I love to do, write!  Attending college as an adult is incredibly rewarding, even more rewarding than attending as a teenager.  As an adult, I never attend classes with a hangover.

Is 2012 the last year anyone gets to graduate from college?  Think of all the consumer goods that have already been printed with dates past December 21, 2012.  All the coffee cups printed with The Class of 2013 will never be drank from, the celebratory grad t-shirts never worn.  I wouldn’t want to graduate in 2013 anyway, because thirteen is an unlucky number.

I’m ready!  I’m ready! I’m ready for the end of the world.  There really is not anywhere I would rather be than with my creator.  While I cherish and love my family and friends here on earth, I know even after my death, I will have the opportunity to see them again.  Being that we are all saved and not going to hell, that is.  I’m saved and have no fear of dying, unless it is a long, drawn out, painful death.  God bless those martyrs through-out time.  I don’t know if I could have burned on a stake while singing hymns of praise, unless God interprets screaming in agony as praise.  On the other hand, if I had been Cassie Bernall, I would have said, “Yes” also, even with a gun pointed at my head, knowing this individual would most likely take my life.  (Columbine High School)  People die every day by natural causes, accidents, illness etc. but you don’t get many people dying in the name of God.

The Romans persecution of early Christians is how martyrs came about.  Cassie Bernall is a modern-day martyr and if someone would ever hold a gun to my head and ask if I believe in God, I firmly believe I would answer “yes” knowing that mostly likely, I would not wake be waking up the next day.

What would your answer be?

~P.

My Legs are Hungry Too

The noise I can hear coming from my stomach can only described as growling.  The gurgley grumbling belly aching noise that is accompanied by pain that almost causes you to laugh at your body for being impatient.

Often I’ve told Tesla I don’t know where she puts all that she eats.  Or, I’ll ask her if she filled her legs up too?  One day Tesla’s stomach was growling and I heard it.  She said her “leg was hungry” and I thought that was so cute.

My leg is so hungry it’s ready to pop off and make something in the kitchen its self.

Focus on the food.

~P.

more than lenient

How I still feel

According to the wise one who dictates when I may see Tesla, I was informed he is  “more than lenient” with Tesla’s visits.  Does he mean lenient to me….or to Tess?  Either way, I don’t see much leniency for either.  I think John is permanently stuck in the “Prison Guard Mentality” for life.

Definition of LENIENT Adj.

1: exerting a soothing or easing influence : relieving pain or stress
2: of mild and tolerant disposition; especially: indulgent
le·nient·lyadverb

lenient [ˈliːnɪənt]

adj

1. showing or characterized by mercy or tolerance

Examples of LENIENT

  1. a teacher who is lenient with students who have misbehaved
  2. Many people felt that the punishment was too lenient.
  3. By giving one more person—the executive—the power to reduce (but not to increase) punishments, our constitutions (both Federal and state) seem to be sending an important message: that in a world in which errors are inevitable, it is better to err on the side of overly lenient, rather than overly harsh, punishment. —Alan M. Dershowitz, New York Times Book Review, 16 July 1989

Does John understand the meaning of lenient?

I usually get notice at the last moment on when I can see Tesla.  Then there are days when I think I will see her and he changes her schedule to suit his.  I believe a set day that Tesla and I know John will be “lenient” with on a weekly basis would be great!

The whining about my Facebook status and blog content can stop, oh wise one.  Even better, just co-operate in sharing Tesla more equally and I won’t have a reason to bitch.  Does he even get sharing?

He does understand Bitterman though.

~P.

 

Another day of

Another day of….

When life wears you down

Life is no piece of cake.  It is not a picnic, nor a party.

Life is gruelling in many ways.  You must mix with others as you go about your day.  Trying to stick to a schedule.  It’s not easy.

Today I rode my motorcycle all the way across the county to volunteer in my daughter’s kindergarten class.  I noticed her father’s truck in the parking lot as I walked to the school entrance.  The secretary buzzed me in and I went to the office to sign the visitor book.  As soon as I walked in Mrs. Shields said, “What can I help you with?”   That’s when I knew something was awry.

Apparently there was a memo sent out by Ms. Dettinger that there would be no more volunteering in her classroom and to disregard the volunteer schedule she had previously given to parents.  I didn’t get the memo.  Either it wasn’t passed on to me or it was mixed in with all the other papers that I missed it.  I asked if I could walk over to the class and say hi but I was denied.  After telling Tesla I was coming in, I felt like shit that I couldn’t even say hi to the class.

What I was thinking was, why is John here?  Yesterday he was working at 7pm and sent Heather to get Tesla.  Today he’s at the school?

Ms. Sinclair was outside eating lunch and called my name.  She is Ms. Dettinger’s teaching assistant.  I walked over to the picnic table and she said, “Didn’t you get the memo?  I sent two home with Tesla.”  I said I didn’t and nothing had been said to me about it.  Next, Ms. Sinclair asked, “What’s her dad doing here?” and I responded, “I have no idea.”

My guess, volunteering in Heather’s kids class……

~P.

I make me laugh

What Kind of Riot?

LOVED this ALBUM

What an about ME title huh?  I almost confuse myself.

I’m taking a quick break before I die.  Exercising to Quiet Riot’s Greatest Hits album.  If you don’t know who they are….well…Go bang your head.

I pulled that album out and pushed it into the Bose.  It slowly sucked it in, but nothing happened.  A few seconds later a message came up on the screen;  UNABLE TO READ

Don’t read it Mr. Bose…just play it.

Determined to save my mental health, I said, “Ok you’re not the joker!” and ejected that disk!  Mama we’re all crazy now with the senseless bullshit in my life.  I am determined to be callin’ all the shots.

Now cum on feel the noize….it’s back to exercising!

~P.

 

fishnet and balloons

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It didn’t record very well and I was wanting to leave for the party….  ~P.

Skinny Billy

Dale and I are watching “Billy the Exterminator” and I think since the last bug killing season, he has lost weight.  (Billy, not Dale.)

Anyone else watch Billy?  Noticed he looks skinny?

He’s hot in that “freaky dude” way.

~P.

“He is whiny”

 

Zip it

 

Dale texted me.  That really did make me “lol!”

I had forwarded the text John sent me to him.  Got that?

**skip if easily distracted**  (It is funny that, in the phone given to me by my sister Suz has John listed as J Hole.  His messages  are from Hole, J.  Very funny Susan 🙂 🙂 😀 😀  Ok, so Suz had no real part in this conversation and is avoiding me right now anyway.)

“Tesla is very sick you gave her your bug”

I read the text a second time, became very annoyed and sent this response back to Hole, J.

“I think she gave it to me after it went through everyone at your house three times.  Have her call and I will comfort her.  Ty.”

I’m still not sure about the call at 8:02 AM.  Was that Tesla calling me? Or was it John, wanting to point his short, pudgy finger?  I called J Hole, not blocking my number and he answered.  Told me Tesla was sleeping and I requested she call when she woke.  I thanked him and hung up.  Will I hear from Tesla?

These are the days of my life,

~P.

**another distraction** (Suz had me listed as Pattio in my new-to-me phone.  A name Uncle Walty made up for me.  Uncle Walty was made up by J Hole.  It’s a twisted, name calling, soap opera.)

P.S.  There will be a quiz.

Headache Hell

Last night, after three days of being sick, I wound up in the ER at York Hospital.

I had stopped losing fluids at both ends but I guess I didn’t replenish water fast enough.

Suddenly, I had the headache from hell around 2 AM.  I literally had my hands grasping my head because it felt like my head would explode.

9 hours later, 1 CAT scan, fluids, morphine and a lumbar tap I was released.

No signs of problems from the tests.

I still had a headache.

Damn!

~P.