I’m a 100 proof sure I wasn’t home
Well it’s ten on this fine, cold, Sunday night. And I just have a few things to write about. 
Yesterday I spent the evening at my parents and got to see my Nana play the Wii for the first time, her first time. She wasn’t very good at it, though it was also her first time ever playing any video game. My step dad won at bowling “the game they played for the night” He is pretty good at it I guess, my sister played along with them too, my Nana, Mom, and Rich, it’s a good thing that Nintendo put lanyards and their controllers because my sister has a wild bowling Wii arm. Lol my mama is really good at the bowling game too, I didn’t play because I just wanted to watch my Nana play and help her if she needed it, “no offence mama you’re not a good Wii game controller teacher person.” Even though my Nana struggled with the game a little she still scored in the hundreds witch in my book isn’t half bad. I still score in the thirties even with the game and not the real thing. It was nice hanging out with most of the family though. My little sister punked me while I was there too. She wiped this essential oil crap on me that smelled like a flower garden. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t so strong, that even after showering I smelled and now my towel smell of it. Thanks Heather! Lol. My Nana like always found my corn rows very amusing. I’m still trying to broaden her cultural horizons. I know she is only playing around though.
To bad I won’t have this long hair for much longer though. Supposedly hospitals won’t hire me if my hair is long; only cuz old people “the large part of the clientele” think it’s scary. So instead of the hospital playing an anti stereo typical role in the community they feed into the old people’s stereo typical beliefs. Or the staff is just as closed minded as the people they care for, either way I guess it has to go.
My little sister Heather thought she would be funny and make some faces at the camera and not think that I would put it online. Well Heater here it is… I hope you’re satisfied. lol
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That’s for putting that smelly oil on me!
Sorry mom that your in the picture too:)
Children Learn What They Live
By Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.
If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.
A friend sent this to me to take a look at and to see that there are people in the world who think the same way I do. Thanks friend. I think this should be posted on every wall in a child’s room so that the parents can always have this great information embedded into their head. Its sad that we live in a would that posters like this even need to be made. Its sad to even think that there are parents that will read this a laugh because they think its crap, Id love to punch ‘em in the face. Its also sad that I know parents who don’t follow any part of this thing. It’s a crying shame, it really is.
Well to happier thoughts.
I studied almost all weekend and still feel like I’m not ready for my test tomorrow and well I’m only going to score as high as I can remember. I’ll pass though. I always do. While studying this weekend I typed like four pages of New Time Roman 12 point notes and I don’t think much sunk in; I was top busy yelling at the computer for messing up my numbers and note orders.
So tonight I made meatloaf muffins, it’s a Rachel Ray recipe and I love it to death! And I love Rachel Ray too! I would so get her prego with twelve of my kids! just so she would have to keep me around for a whole lotta years and a wedding or two or three. Rachel Ray is the best cooking girl ever.
Oh my god I am freezing right now, hang on while I close a window….
Okay much better… well not really I’m still cold.
So three weeks ago I found out about a great new liquor, Captain Morgan 100 proof, holy 
crap is it good! There is no burning while it rolls down the esophagus and the after taste is very pleasant too. I have had the same bottle for these three weeks and a few people have drank form it too four people on a few different occasions. I do highly recommend Captain Morgan 100 proof, drink it straight, on ice, with an energy drink like a bomb, drink it any way you want; just drink it responsibly. Again it’s a great tasting rum. I’m thinking I may have a shot before bed, just for fun now that I’m thinking of it.
Okay people so you should really tell your friends to read my boring blog just so that they can have some entertainment in life too. If you like what I write tell others about it, let them like it too okay. Its like a reality TV show just in a blog form. Ya’ll can leave comments and questions and I can continue to write and have fun with my spare time.
Wellp I’m off to bed… no I’m off to have a shot then to bed…no I have to get my stuff together for school tomorrow then to bed
Have a good night and God bless
Mike and Nana
Without Nana there wouldn’t have been tonight’s blog, well it would have been really short.
Oh yeah… I love you Rachel Ray!
Get the rat outta here
Not much has been going on lately; just a lot of studying and trying to keep up with my school work. Eight more weeks or so of didactic schooling left then I’m working for free for six months.
Well the past month or so Lugg-nutt and I have been hearing some strange noises at night. At first I thought it was a cat outside and thought nothing of it until I found some of my food had been gotten into. I went out and got some little mouse traps and set them up around the house. They were tripped that night and nothing was in ‘em; after that there wasn’t any more noise for a while. I thought I had won and scared off the little guy. I was wrong. Just about a week ago one of Lugg-nutt’s bones disappeared. Lugg always gets a big bone because she chews right through them. I searched for the bone high and low and soon found it behind the washer and dryer. I moved the small traps back there hoping to maybe now catch the little terds. Still there was nothing, not even one trap got tripped. The other day, Steve and I went to The Home Depot and picked up the mother of all rat traps, a huge plastic trap that can be set over and over again with out ever getting your hands dirty. I set that one up behind the washer and dryer where I had found the bone and left it over night in hopes of having a present the next morning. I checked it around noon yesterday and well there was still nothing caught. I was starting to get just a little agitated. My roomie Jeremy suggested that maybe we try behind the refrigerator and see how that goes, “his refrigerator… there is some space behind it because that is where the hot water heater is.” So we pulled out his fridge and placed the trap by what looked like might be and entrance point for the rat. With in two hours we heard what sounded like a gun shot, and there was
one dead rat. We got the rat into a bag and tossed it; reset the trap just incase, and placed it back where we had removed it from. Again within two or three hours there was another load crack; I ran to see if I were lucky again. When I checked the trap it was empty, my buddy Jonny “who had just recently showed up” was a little disappointed that he didn’t get to see my little pest. With the trap reset again I waited in hopes of victory. I laid on the couch watching TV and like a gun going off right outside the house I knew I had got this one. With a fast sprint to the kitchen I 
made it in time to see the nerves still twitching, “just a little gross.” I cleaned out the trap and placed it back by the rat hole. About seven this morning Jeremy had just gotten home and heard the trap go off again. Lugg-nutt woke me up because she was running around the room trying to get into the wall to see what was there. I stayed in bed for a little longer and when I got up I asked Jeremy if the trap got anything this morning, he frowned and said no luck. So now there is at least one more lurking in my walls, and once he gets a little hungry that peanut butter trap will succeed again in victory. Don’t get me wrong now, I can’t stand to kill another living creature but I don’t mind taking care of intruders. So don’t nobody think I’m some kind of weird animal killer, I wrote this to tell about my pests, and not to boast about killing.
Well I told my friend Sandy about these critters in my house and how I had taken care of them. Well she found a opportunity to play a nice little prank on me. This morning I went outside to let out Lugg and found that Sandy had left a coffin like box with a cross on it 
saying rest in peace randy the rat, “I never gave the thing a name.” I brought it inside and when I went to check my mail there was a flyer attached to the mail box. This flyer read “LOST RAT” it had a picture of a rat and said we had missed out pet rat Randy. Lol. As it turns out Sandy has placed these flyers around New Port Richey just for fun so when I’m out for a drive I’ll be reminded of the little pests that have tried to cohabitate with me. Oh yeah she got a flat tire while hanging the flyers, HAHAHAHA. Lol. Well I guess I’ll stop writing for now.
Peace
Michael the rat killer Trump
Mhe el Michael
Bloody hell!
So I got to talking to someone tonight, and well, now I’m a little distraught! So as most know I have wanted a kid for a long time now; a real long time. Well this conversation brought that up and well it kinda pissed me off cuz I want a little me. I’m ready and have been ready. Can I afford one at this minute? No. Have I met the right person? Who knows? Does that change the fact that I still want one? No! I know that, yeah it may be hard, but having a challenge in life lets you know you’re alive! Knowing that I want one is enough for me. If meeting the right person isn’t going to happen for me now, then as soon as I can afford it; I’m going surrogate, and it will be just me and a lil me. I don’t know why I have always wanted a kid, I just have, I want someone who depends on me, I want to be able to teach someone everything I know. Everyday that goes by I lose out on finding the person God intended me to find/meet. Now I’m also not saying I just want anyone even a surrogate would have to be just right. The nanny would also have to be the best person for the job. So I know what I want and the person I want “not necessarily by name” I hope that soon all will fall in to place and not out of place. A little me!! Any takers that just want to be prego and not want a kid just let me know.
So Jeremy wanted to have a few drinks with me and well; that TT couldn’t hang, his ass would like to say that he hasn’t had any sleep but neither have I and well I’m fine. That’s right; it’s Monday and I have had a few drinks and maybe that’s why I’m a little sensitive to the above subject. Jeremy is passed the hell out!! I’m still up, and just a little bored….
School is going good I guess. It’s almost over and I can’t wait until I am all done and get to finally make money. I just started pathophysiology and psychology. They seem like they are going to be fun. Oh yeah did I mention there is only ten weeks left of school. I have a lot to start to memorize before I go out into the field. Oh man there is a lot more to learn. Mrs. Calvert is trying her best to get the information to use “the students” but boy is it a lot to learn. I would like to say that I’m giving it my best but I’m not doing as much as I could be doing, and I need to change that soon before it’s to late. I have yet to take any pictures while at school and I guess soon I should start to because it wont be long before everyone goes their separate ways.
Well I’m going to do a little reading “Flush” and then I’m off to bed. Be a wag “not the motion but the person” and have fun.
I need a me
Michael el mhe
Michael Trump 