Big John

Tess and I had been playing this game she found at a yard sale called Big John.  For fifty cents she now owns a big plastic toilet and little green “scuzzies” as the icky germs.  She thinks this game is a riot and I admit it is cute and silly.

We are enjoying our morning and time together.  She has no idea that later today Mom has to go to the courthouse and testify why she should live with me.  It is scary having the future decided for you by a complete stranger. 

Last night my future ex came up to my car at the top of the driveway of our home.  I was waiting for Tesla to get in, but Ying had jumped out the window so she was “fetching him.”  John had a razor tool in his hand, the kind you scrape paint, tape, etc off of something.  He was flicking the blade in and out and my eyes were glued on the knife.  I was on the verge of asking if he was trying to intimidate me when he said, “My lawyer said to offer you this.  If you let Tess live here at the house and go to school from here, I will never ask you for child support.”

I responded, “No, I’d rather a judge decide.”

Maybe he expects me to be rich someday,

~P.

Custody Court

Tomorrow is another custody hearing, this time before a judge.  I really hope this wraps things up, but I don’t see a quick end.  Tesla is ready to start school and I know she will do well.  It’s just hung up right now with all these custody disputes.

I have valid points for why Tesla should live with me.  The first being is she wants to live with me.  Life at mom’s is a calmer atmosphere.  Tesla looks up to her mom as I take on new challenges at college.  We do our “homework” together and she thinks it’s fun.  🙂

God has a plan for me and I’m trying to work it out everyday of my life.  I trust God won’t let me fall flat on my face.  Each day can be a challenge and I take it on with great gusto and don’t look back, other than to write about it.

If you pray, please add me to your prayer list.  I believe God answers prayers and watches over his faithful.

Bless you and yours,

~P.

Dear Heather II

Dear Heather,

    We were overdue for a short note.  I haven’t written in a while and I apologize.  You have started to grow on me and not in the fungus kind of way that may sound.  On Saturday I had Tesla so you and John could attend those parenting classes, Kids First.  What did you think? 

    I’m growing curious about you I guess, as time drags on with this divorce.  John says you two met in January of this year.  I think it was more like February but he may have been dating several people at once.  If you are really going to stick around, long term in my daughter’s life I would like to know more about you.  We chit chat and are at least on speaking terms now.  Friday night Tesla and I made brownies and I sent two in one package for you and John and Tess had her own package.  John said he ate his, did you enjoy yours?  Ying actually ate John’s first brownie and I had to wrap up another special one for him for Tesla.

   Anyway, back to getting to know each other as we both spend with my daughter.  I seriously am working on knowing all your children through my daughter and the little things Tesla and your girls make.  Tesla for the most part enjoys their company.  She also enjoys daycare and now these gymnastic lessons John is taking all our daughters to. 

   Let me ask you Heather, aren’t you ready for this divorce to just be over?  Are you ready to get on with your life, even get married to my husband?  I know I’ve met someone I really enjoy spending time with and I want to move on with my life.  Or are you ok with this divorce limbo situation because you’re living in my house, enjoying the fruits of my business?

   Probably see you tomorrow,

~P.

 

Dear Dale II~Update

Me N U

Dear Dale,

   Hi honey!  You are off working on someone’s computer and I am home goofing off on Facebook.  You know how much I love Facebook.  With Tesla at her dad’s house for the weekend, I had some time to think about what all is going on in my life. (and now on vacation with Heather and kidlings in Erie.  Tesla said they went to church.  Seriously, church.)

   You are an amazing man.  I enjoy your company so much and we never have a shortage of things to talk about.  The more I learn about your childhood and how you managed to survive a hit and run accident in the parking lot of a church in York, the more amazed I become.  You at one point were in a coma for 6 weeks, then woke up.  Unable to do anything yourself you care fell into the hands of your brother. 

  You survived and did what the doctors said you would never do; talk, walk, see, hear….live.  No one expected you to make it baby, especially the woman who gave birth to you.  Thank God for the people who did look out for you because your mother was worthless and took all the money you received, letting you with nothing.

   But you had something sweetheart that she couldn’t take from you and that is determination.  I like your determination in living.  Not just living, but enjoying life.  Taking each day and being grateful to have others in their life to share in times of joy and during times when things just suck.

Dale Hollinger, you work hard at helping people get their computers fixed.  Your customers are always satisfied.  If you have a COMPUTER need, contact Dale at http://www.facebook.com/dale.hollingerThe jerks on Craigs list flag his ads everyday.  Maybe my blog will get around those assholes.  🙂  LOL

Dale is the man!

   Things are a bit off in my world and I know if affects your world too.  I think you are wonderful and I look forward to our relationship growing.  A new, healthy, loving relationship is what I want in life.  A man who has my trust and my back. 

My pc is down, can you take a house call?

~P.

Food Poisoning

It wasn't the sandwich

Two nights ago my sister, nephew and boyfriend were over visiting.  It was getting late in the day so I offered everyone a simple meal of lunch meat sandwiches.  This meal didn’t turn out so simple.

As a side, I scooped Reeser’s Amish macaroni salad onto everyone’s plate.  We all ate it and over the following two days, we all became sick.  There is no doubt in my mind it was the macaroni salad because we had different meats on our sandwiches.

I had just wrapped up my summer math class only to poison myself that evening.  Food poisoning is no joke.  For two days I could barely move without throwing up or having the poops.  Thank God I had an A in my summer math course and didn’t have to take the final.  I would have barfed my way through it.

When in doubt, don’t eat anything that just doesn’t taste right.  I know that sounds silly, but the macaroni salad didn’t taste bad, just a little off.  Well, it wrecked all four of us for two days!  I didn’t even turn on my computer for those two days!  What does that tell ya?!

Keeping things down now,

~P.

Angry Drivers

We all encounter angry drivers.  Sometimes, we ARE the angry driver.  This was not the case yesterday.  My friend Kym’s son, Tanner and his friends were walking along Emig Mill Road in Dover and a silver Stratus with a purple heart on the license plate yelled at them to get off the road.  According to Tanner, they weren’t on the road and told the driver so.  Tanner told him he shouldn’t drive so fast.  The driver of the Stratus apparently didn’t like being told by someone not old enough to drive that he should slow down.

Instead of driving away, he positioned his car directly in line with Tanner as if to hit him.  Thank God he didn’t run him down, but he did jump out of his car and yell at Tanner that he wish he knew who Tanner’s parents were so he could kick their ass and then pushed Tanner.  All this over some young teens just walking along the road?

What makes someone snap out like that?  This complete stranger was awarded a Purple Heart for his service to our country.  Surely combat can cause people to do unimaginable things during war, but can that carry over into everyday life after a tour of duty?  Unfortunately it can.  Many of our Americans who have served out country in the military suffer from the after effects of war.

In my opinion, there is not enough after care for our citizen’s who serve our country.  War is devastating and changes a person.  The simplest irritation can cause a person to act irrational.  I understand why Kym was so upset as the whole encounter was unnecessary and scary to her son.  We can only hope this veteran was just having a bad day and not suffering from long-term effects of service to our country.

Don’t walk on the road,

~P.

 

 

Ritz Ink

She has la denial, be agree seven cast.

God scour, yet ye eye posture.

He riled, but laid.

Letters final, noon point go.

Frowned by ritz ink.

Even ex un ox, ate emu, wee by bun.

He fart, we maw.

~P.

What do you think this is about?

Skinny Dipping

Flashback to the late 80’s in West York.  I spent quite a bit of my summer in West York at Dawn Fidler’s (Wolf) grandmother’s house.  A nearby neighbor was Lewis (Skip) Crone.  Dawn introduced me to Skip and he hung out or rode bikes with us.

Skip and I had a brief confrontation one day.  I don’t remember what it was about but he pushed me over on my bike.  That really pissed me off!  I jumped up and punched him in the stomach.  He made a slight “umpf” sound and bent over a bit, covering his bellybutton area with his hands.  After that we got a long just fine.  Perhaps too fine.

In my journal dated July 5, 1988 I wrote:

Skip called me about 11 AM (I was in West York with Dawn) and invited me over to swim.  I went to his house and swam for a while.  His mom left shortly after and he asked me to skinny dip.  We did and that’s the second time I ever went and was is the first time in broad daylight.  I think he wanted to do it in his pool, but I didn’t.  Wt went inside his house then and he wanted to do it in his room.  I said no because I wanted my first time to be with Phil Grim.  Skip said “ok” but wasn’t to happy about it.   ~P.

This was also the first “live” penis I ever saw….LMAO

That is so funny and cute to me.  Even funnier is, Skip’s wife is sitting here at the table with me.  Love ya Kymmie!

Oh, the silly things in my journals,

~P.

Dear John VIIII

 

Catching up with the wagon

 

Dear John,

I had a free moment to look over the balances of our mortgages.  Way to freaking go with making up those payments.  It’s like a freaking miracle occurred!  I’m familiar with miracles as I’ve experienced many in my life.  Some are great, some are good and some just don’t affect me, but are amazing none the less.

So Wells Fargo has backed off with the foreclosure notices.  Sweeeeeeet news!!  I’m feeling good about not getting all the notices of for coming doom in the ownership of our house.  This means things are going good in life for you, at this time, and that makes Tess happy, which makes me happy.

What’s not going to make me happy is if your income doesn’t show the realistic figures to match having the ability to make these payments.  You know what I mean dear.  That problem I tried to tell you about again and again.  The numbers need to make sense.

If you are making enough to pay almost $17,000.00 to our mortgage companies in 3 months, the numbers better add up because my forensic account, Helen O’Planick is patiently waiting to testify about your bookkeeping methods.

Anyway, great job John!!!

Now about those payments on the four-wheelers, credit cards, and Mercedes loan…..

Just touching base with you and Wells Fargo,

~P.

 

bumper stickers

I have plans to have bumper stickers or window stickers made with my website on them.  Anyone who wants one, I will give to you or snail mail it to you.  I’d like to get pictures from people showing where they stuck their sticker.  Butch Yater offered a custom sports team (or logo) decal for the person who has the most creative place to get my website name out!

Thank you Butch and my faithful readers!

Need detailing work done?  Call Butch at 717-881-2234

I will post when I have the bumper/window stickers!

~Spreading the word with the help of my friends,

~P.