- The things that catch my eye…
I thought….could that be my future home? LOL Thank God, it wasn’t!
~P.
Aug 1, 2011
Dear Ying
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You are a rat
Dear Ying,
I realized you’re not going to care if I call you a rat. You’re a dog, that catches rats, for Chinese royalty. It must have made it easier for your past generations, to blend in with what they seek to kill. Lucky for you Yinger, my Ying-a-Ding, you don’t have to chase rats for a living.
It’s a pretty comfy life for you at my house. Ya know it cost me an extra $250 deposit, plus an additional $35 a month for you to live here? Could you show a little appreciation please? Stop trying to sneak out and make ugly puppies in Shiloh! My luck, you’ll get some collie dog pregnant and scare the owners half to death at delivery time.
Back to showing appreciation to me, your master. Get that? I’m the master, you’re the dog. Do not jump on the counter and help yourself to anything. There are many things I want covered by that word anything, such as: crayons, ears of fresh corn, entire plate of brownies with fudge topping. Stop eating OUR food and being so sneaky about it. No one BUT you would eat an entire plate of brownies at once, though I’ve thought about it.
Well, you are looking at me while I type so I guess you want something. You gotta go out to pee? Want to get your rawhide in the basement? Need water? Well tough shit, I have a couple more things to do first.
Like edit before publishing.
You are a bad rat. You poop with colorful crayon bits in your dookie. Gross! You ate an ear of corn and most of the cob, then yacked it up all over the floor. Remember that day? http://girlboxer1970.com/2011/07/28/off-to-class/ I was late for class. So Friday, Tesla and I make brownies and what do you do? Eat all of it, right out of the pan, later that day.
The one brownie I did get to eat
All this is just bad behavior Yinger. You cost me too much, and I do love you to little pieces, but the bullshits got to stop.
Ok, let’s go outside now,
~P.
Jul 31, 2011
Dear John VII
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Dear John,
Today is Zeth’s birthday! I doubt you remembered that. I already sent him a birthday note in Facebook. Do you remember what happened on this day two years ago? Let me remind you!
I woke up in the hospital after swallowing multiple prescription pills the day before. You were screaming at me that day about the business. To make you happy I began to swallow my pills, followed by a swig of orange juice. You did say “knock it off Pattie” while I did this, but made no attempt to stop me. In fact, you even said, “now you’ll never see your daughter” and I realized you weren’t going to stop me from taking the meds. This was the easy way for you. Just let me off myself.
Once that light went off in my head, I stopped on my own. The lights grew dim as the pills kicked in and I couldn’t find that damn syrup to make me barf. Ipecac Syrup I think it’s called. You had got some for Diane the night she tried to exit out of your life.
So I wake up in a hospital bed and tell my doctors what happened and why. They believed me when I said I would never kill myself and did not need to go to the Psych ward. They released me but I grew impatient for the discharge papers. Finally I just left, feeling like an escaped prisoner. Lisa Vannatta picked me up in the pouring down rain. I was soaking wet after slipping on road, trying to jump a puddle in bedroom slippers. I still had on my pajamas from the morning before the blow up. Lisa thought I was crazy for wanting to go back to my house but it was Zeth’s birthday party. I couldn’t miss the party I threw and Lisa was already on her way there anyway!
Boy did you have a look of surprise on your face when I walked into the house. The party was already started but my entrance stopped the show. Everyone was happy to see me alive and well, in the flesh. Everyone but you!
Tomorrow marks two years since we officially split up. Get on with this divorce PLEASE!
It’s true and ya know it,
~P.
Jul 31, 2011
Yearbook to Facebook visits 1989: Bailey, Harlacker and Hitt
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This edition didn't exist in 1989
There are so many friends I want to blog about! I’m doing this randomly through the pages of 1986-1989 Dover Highschool yearbooks!
First on the list is Lori Bailey. Her married name is Lori Mitzel.
Those big hair days
Lori (or as I called her, Lolla) wrote this:
Easy to scan then retype 🙂
Lori also wrote and drew in my journals from Creative Writing class with Mrs. Ney. Here is some of Lori’s adorable sketches:
Lori doodles in my journalDoodles more...
Dear Lori,
We had some awesome times in highschool. We laughed more than we cried and shared secrets daily. Typing class was fun with you there! Those typewriters were such dinosaurs! I’ll never forget our canoeing trip with Mike King. I wish I could find the picture of you canoeing, but it’s still packed up somewhere. I bet if I look there is a picture of you attending my wedding to Gary Bonawitz. It would be awesome to get together with our journals and stories!
Laptop only.. no typewriter,
Pattie
Second on the list is Tracy Harlacker. She doesn’t seem to have a Facebook page, or is hiding. Haha!
Shout it girl!
Tracy writes in my 1988 yearbook:
Pattie,
Hey, only one more crazy year! Yea! How did we make it this far? Lunch was great, you never failed to make it interesting, gross, thrilling, fun, etc. and sometimes all at once! I’m so glad we had some good long talks. We’ve got to have more of them. You’ve helped me through some depressing times; Thanks! You know you can talk to me whenever and believe it or not I’ll understand!!!
Keep your bright smile and humor and they’ll take you places. Remember the musicals and the cast parties (or should I remember them?!?) Anyway, Best Wishes for a bright successful future and a fun Senior year. May God hold you in the palm of His Hand!
Love,
Tracy 🙂
Ever so helpful during the musicals
Tracy,
We DID have some great times in highschool!! The musicals were the bomb! The after play parties where so harmless (well, for the most part) and you were so uptight! You always had one eye on me to make sure I wasn’t too flirty with someone. LOL Not terribly long ago I talked to your mom. I think I have your e-mail and if not, I can get it. I know your Momma! Makes it easy! Your family was so much more civilized than mine. Hanging out at your house made life simple. We talked about what we wanted to do with our lives. I don’t recall what my heart was set on, but you wanted to be a truck driver. You know what I thought?
This chick is nuts…..a truck driver? Ok, maybe I didn’t think you were nuts, but I DID think you could be doing something other than driving a truck for a living. You were smart and funny, pretty and outgoing. You believed in God and followed the Ten Commandments much better than I. 🙂 I am thinking you probably are not driving trucks these days. What are you doing Tracy?!
Still picking my frizz,
Pattie
Wrapping up this blog is Laura Hitt. http://www.facebook.com/Laura.E.Hitt She writes many memories in my yearbook:
She took a whole page!
Birthday sleep over
Dear Laura,
We have so many memories! Just glancing through my journals I came across quotes by you or about you. All of them are pretty funny!
“I dreamed Mr. Wynegar’s girlfriend tried to kill me.” ~Laura
Geez Laura….you think that might be due to all our lusting back in the day? ~Pattie
“I told Neal how you told Laura off yesterday and he said I wanna meet this girl.” ~Jodie Fisher
Guess I was mad at you that day…~Pattie
“So why is everyone being a bitch to me today?” ~Laura “I don’t know, Laura” ~Pattie
And I still don’t…or don’t remember.
Remember my birthday and running down to my Aunt Jane and Uncle Ken’s house in the middle of the night? Ken came out and yelled I think, and we laughed. I have pictures of us hanging out in the basement with Megan McIlvaine. I see you’re living in NC, guess you won’t be stopping by my new place!
Hitt me with your best shot,
Pattie
This concludes my ongoing obsession with writing about highschool. Coming up:
Jodie Fisher Megan McIlvaine and Phil Grim
She is SOOO looking forward to my blog
Love the 80's outfits Kym and Meg
The pussies like him
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~P.
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