Paul P. McConnell - Anchorage, AK

This is an open letter to my ex-husband. I am hoping someone in Anchorage, Alaska that knows him will see this and maybe shame him into doing the right thing. Because he should be ashamed!! His name is Paul P. McConnell, born is Castro Valley, CA, on June 26, 1970, now residing in Eagle River, AK. He has been married to Deanna Hernandez of Livermore, CA and Jennifer Lovett of Clarksville, TN. He was court martialed from the Army in 1998 at Ft. Richardson, AK.

When I was 22 I was married. I had two children and a husband in the Army. He was stationed at Ft. Campbell, KY. My hometown of Clarksville, TN is it's host city. We met at the mall and there was instant chemistry. We dated for a while and I discovered I was pregnant. Failed birth control can be a real let down sometimes. BUT we loved each other and I knew I could never NOT have the baby growing inside of me. This was when I was 19. Fast forward 3 years... we're married and I'm in love. I realize now he was merely humoring me.

I know this because I have come to know that he is quite possibly the most selfish, self-centered, narcissistic, self aggrandizing, human on Earth. Not only that but he lacks a conscious. I often think that maybe I should have seen all of this before we were married but as it has been pointed out to me time and time again... he wore a mask. No one knew, except maybe his closest friends and they weren't going to tell me just then what he was like.

Later, as our marriage fell apart his friends did come to me and warn me. They told me about all of his affairs. The first names that come to mind are Kim, Kelly, and Jamie. I know there were more but those are the ones I remember. They told me where he was when he TOTALED my car. He was out with Kim T. having sex in the back seat of MY CAR. He thought it was funny that he could get away with that bull shit. His "friends" thought he was a douche bag and they finally told me what I needed to know.

When he left for Alaska with his underage girlfriend(she was 17 years old, he was 27) , Jamie M. from River Falls, Wisconsin, he devastated me. But I finally grew up and grew away from that. I have come to accept that I needed that experience to be the strong person I am today. Unfortunately though I can't comepletely cut ties with him. That's because I gave birth to his son Nolan.

Nolan Cale is the absolute joy of my life. The sun rises and sets on that child. I see much of his father in him. But it's the good qualities his father possessed, not the self centered, egotistical, asshole traits. Nolan is a talented, smart, handsome, sweet, loving, caring, empathetic, friendly boy. He has a lot of friends and cares deeply for me, his sister, his friends, and the rest of his extended family. He's growing up to be strong and tall.

I have been fortunate enough to find a man who loves my children unconditionally. I in turn love his children. Don is the father that Nolan will recognize in his life for one reason and one reason only. He is the one that is there for my son. Paul has not taken an interest in his son, Nolan, since he was 2 years old. He doesn't even know what his child looks like.

Paul currently owes over $90,000 in back child support to me. I can only guesstimate how much he owes Deanna but I wouldn't be shocked if it was over $150,000. He is THE classic dead beat dad. I am writing this blog because recently he stopped paying child support again. I was unable to pay our electricity bill, water bill, and phone bill because of his lack of responsibility. I had to borrow the money to make sure our utilities were taken care of. I am currently working on my degree, working part time, caring for my home, and Don is temporarily medically disabled. The child support Paul was paying from January to July was needed to make ends meet.

So, to make this whole thing make sense..... if you know Paul P. McConnell, DOB 06-26-1970, son of Mary McGriff of Fremont, CA and Patrick McConnell of Gold, OR, you should tell him he should be ashamed of himself. You should tell him that his son needs things like clothing, shoes, and shelter. You should tell him that his ex-wife isn't playing anymore and that HE WILL BE GOING TO JAIL VERY VERY SOON IF HE DOESN'T GET HIS LIFE STRAIGHTENED OUT AND HIS CHILD SUPPORT PAID SOON.

I know there is another Paul McConnell in the Anchorage area. So to make sure we are talking about the correct individual let me tell you more about him. My ex-husband has a NIN tattooed on his inner left ankle, he at one point had a large wolf's paw tattooed in the middle of his back, he also has a wolf howling tattooed on his upper arm. He has a round burn scar on his upper back. He had blonde hair. He has blue eyes, is about 6'1" tall, and a muscular build. He is from Fremont, CA and graduated from Irvington High School in 1988 or 1989. He has a sister named Erin. His mother's maiden name was Klepness, or something like that. He also has/had a step-father named Bob McGriff. He has another son named Paul P. McConnell Jr. born around September 29, 1990. The last address I had for him was on Lucas Ave. in Eagle River, AK. He was at some point working for a company called Universal Services, Inc. based in Anchorage. I was told he was competing in body building contests but it has been several years since I received that information. He was also living with a woman named Kim, whom he left for her sister. He was at some point driving a maroon Saturn sedan.

If this person seems familiar to you then ask him... "Are you Paul P. McConnell THE DEAD BEAT DAD who neglects his sons?" Maybe if enough people ask him he'll start doing the right thing, and that's supporting his sons the way he should have been doing for the past 11 years. If any of you have questions about the facts of this blog please feel free to ask and I will provide documentation. I have been informed by an attorney that it's not slander if it's the truth. Unfortunately this IS the truth.

Jennifer

P.S. Paul if you happen to see this blog the picture at the top is your son. He's now 13 years old. I just thought you might want to see what he looks like.

If it was in your bum you'd know where it was located...

I'm not sure exactly why I am the only one who can locate things in my home. I don't know how many times I hear "Mom where's my_____?" or "Hun, where's my _______?" I will tell them where whatever is located and when they look everywhere but where I told them it was they will say "I can't find it!" So I go to precisely where i just told them to look hand them the object in question and say "You're welcome." Somehow my family just can't understand how annoying this is. I have a clean home and there isn't much clutter. Their behavior would make you think they were digging in the beach looking for a specific grain of sand. So I am saying to all people who ask their significant other or their mothers to find something.... "Get off your ass and find what you've misplaced. Remember where you put things down. If you can't do that always put your things in the same place. Try not to operate in screen saver mode and pay attention to your surroundings."

Ok off to take some lovely photos of my beautiful family.

Xanax Please??

So this morning I am awakened to a deep thud. I bolt upright in bed and get up to see what has made the noise. As I wander into the kitchen, my eyes still unable to open completely because of the eye boogies nested deep within them, I see my 16 year old standing there. I ask her if she heard that noise and she says "Did it sound like this?" and promptly dropped the gallon jug of milk onto the hardwood kitchen floor. My first reaction was to dive and save the jug from hitting the floor, but the 10 feet of distance and my rusty diving and catching skills prevented that from occurring. My second instinct was to yelp out "Catch it!" But the fact that she dropped it on purpose cut that off at the knees. So I just let it drop and yes that was the noise I woke up to. I asked her what had happened.... her answer was to pick the jug up and show me the bottom with the dead spider on it.

Yes, my oldest daughter, the child with the 156 IQ, the one attending college and high school simultaneously, the one passionate about animal rights, used the jug of milk to kill a spider. All I could ask was... "How about using your shoe next time?" She rolled her eyes and promptly said "Whatever!" Does anyone have some Xanax they could loan me?

Me and More of Me

I'm starting this blog for purely selfish reasons. I want to be able to say what I feel and not be told I'm wrong. Now I may be wrong... but I don't want to hear it sometimes. So... for my first blog I am going to tell you the things that are driving me crazy or that I find just outright outrageous.

For starters....

The real housewives of Orange County/New York/New Jersey/Atlanta - Seriously? Who wants to see a bunch of spoiled women with too much time on their hands trying to live out their old dreams of being on TV? If they were truly talented at "acting" then they would have been signed on to a movie or TV show in the late 80's when they were in their prime. Some of these women are in their late 30's and they look so much older because of all of the plastic surgery, tanning, bad weaves and wigs, and application of makeup using a shotgun and spackle brush.

Instead of whoring themselves out to the over zealous reality TV genre maybe they should try to grow themselves in a real way. Maybe they should try to be a role model for their children. Maybe they should realize not everyone was meant for television and movies. Do something great without cheapening yourself.

I won't lie I have watched the Orange County edition and at first it was interesting hearing their stories. Watching Lori meet the man of her dreams and fall in love. It was nice seeing Tammy struggle and raise two daughters but ultimately come out on top. It was fun to watch Vicki be a control freak and watch her try to control the world. It was touching to see Jeana come into her own as her marriage crumbled. THEN they had to go add these other women and cities and they ruined the whole franchise. You can only see so many cat fights before they become old hat and inherently boring television. I honestly TiVo the Bravo shows I want to watch so I can fast forward to through the commercials I hate.

American Apparel - When did the 70's porno look come back in style? Why didn't I get this memo? There were certain styles that weren't revived because they ARE NOT flattering. For instance High wasted shorts cut high on the hips worn with knee highs and a tube top. All your missing is the roller skates, see through plastic visor, and a role as Roller Girl in Boogie Nights. Also... gold lamé stretch pants? Really? That's something trailer trash Betty would wear to the bingo hall on her big night out.

Example....above...


Their web site is also moderately disturbing. I feel like I am looking at some kind of weird porn site and that I should be ashamed. Some of the girls on there are achingly young with their nipples hanging out for the world to see. I have seen pictures of Dov Charney, the Owner and CEO of American Apparel, he looks kind of skeevy. Between the rapist glasses and pedophile mustache I wonder if he should be on a watch list somewhere?

Today's Teenagers - I have a special insight on this... I have two of these beasts. Now, I have to say my children are well behaved, sweet kids. BUT they're still teenagers. I have my complaints with them but I'll keep those private so I don't embarrass them. BUT here are a few things that other teenagers do that drive my batty.

I go into stores and these teenagers waiting on me are so rude. They don't say hello or thank you. I'm lucky if half the time they tell me my total and they look at me like I am growing a penis out of my forehead when I ask how much I need to give them. If I ask for assistance it is the ultimate inconvenience. The teenagers at the drive through are the worst. Seriously when is thrusting my money and change into my hand and handing me my bag 2 seconds later easy? Could I be given a few seconds to at least transfer my change into my wallet before I have to handle the rest of the stuff your throwing out the window at me? Just a thought.

I know the managers of these retail chains and restaurants need to take some credit for their employees bad behavior as do the parents. I am in my early 30's so it wasn't that long ago I was one of them. I remember my boos looking down at me from his little box above the cashier station giving me the stink eye if I wasn't the most friendly polite person EVER to all the customers coming through my line. Maybe he was the exception but I somehow don't think he was. The kids just seem to keep getting more surly and the managers more apathetic. It makes me sad... 20 years from now I am afraid I'll be getting yelled at by the hired help in retail stores if things keep going like they are.

The last thing on my list for today.... Teenage Drivers. Maybe we're all that bad when we start out but I don't remember ever tailgating someone while talking on my cell phone and speeding to the next red light while flipping off the person in front of me. Ok so that hasn't happened but I'm sure it will eventually. I think teenage drivers should all have a shock collar device. If they speed they get shocked. If they follow to close they get shocked. No turn signal...a shock, using a cell phone while driving... a double shock. Being a discourteous driver... your shock collar goes off until you pull over and you have to wait 15 minutes to drive again. Actually I think the shock collar thing would be a good thing for a lot of people but teenagers should try it out first. They are usually healthier and they need allowance. Wear the collar get some money. It could work... I know it could. Now if it just wasn't illegal.

Ok I'm done venting for the day.. I will be back soon to rant some more. Comment, criticize, and enjoy.