With Family
Well I had such a good weekend I just had to write about it and spread my joy to those who
care enough to read my junk. So on Friday I made up my mind to go to my dad’s for this Fathers day weekend; a very good decision I think. I got out of work around four as normal and on my way home I was still trying to make up my mind if I wanted to go or not, because it was hot and I was tiered. All I wanted to do was to just go home and go to bed for the whole weekend and not think about anything. I got home at around… wait I left at around three and got home at around four because when I got home I laid down and took a little cat nap. I was awoken around five thirty to the sound of loud kids in the house and I knew then that it was time to pack my weekend bag and hit the road. I felt a little bad leaving Cherelle home for the weekend but hey we aren’t
together anymore and well she had her plans and I made mine. It is a little odd with her still there and me there too but it gets easier and easier every day… so I got on the road and headed north to my dad’s. When I got there everyone was heading to bed and it was only like eight thirty or so. So I watched some history channel with my dad and vedged out on the couch till morning. Saturday morning was like any other morning up there and well I just sat on the couch and watched TV… that’s my favorite thing to do there. That night my cousin Leonard showed up with my aunt and another cousin that I just met for the first time, and they didn’t stay long, well Leonard stayed the whole night threw. After my aunt and new cousin left we started drinking up all the Captain Morgan 100 proof rum. Before the night was through we went to Griff’s bar up in Inverness where we got some more drink on. Leonard, Leah “my sister” and I closed down the bar. Well Leah and I did, Leonard was passed out in the back of the Lincoln at around one. Leah and me found it not so difficult to have some dancing partners and the ladies were buying me drink galore, not even knowing that there was no way in hell I was going home with them. I danced most of the night and sweated out most of the alcohol, I didn’t drive home though still. Leah had one of her friend’s take us home who hadn’t drank at all that night. Wait before we went home one of Leah’s friends invited us over to go swimming in the pool for a bit and to drink some more… well we were out of liquor and swimming was all that we did even though it was so hot still I was sweating while in the pool there. After about an hour and a half in the muggy water and warm night air Leah’s friend took us home where Leonard slept in the Lincoln all night… well till about seven in the morning when he woke up enough to stager back inside my dad’s house. I woke up Sunday morning still feeling a little buzzed but not hung over. My nephew and I made a couple of little still frame movies that can be seen on my myspace page in my photo section. As Sunday evening rolled around I had to make the long trek home to New Port Richey, but first I had to take my cousin home to Ingles. Well that sure was an extra trip. It took forever to get home but it was way worth it to get the chance to hang out with my cousin and my little sister. Jessica partied with us most of Saturday night till Leonard, Leah and I went to Griff’s; we left her at home because we thought that we were only going to get a bottle of rum but ended up staying at the bar all night. So now I am back in New Port Richey
Well ttys
Mike Trump
Again Trump? Why this time?
So far it’s over… it’s really over. I don’t know weather to feel sad or over enthusiastic, and I am not even sure of how we got to this intersection of life. It started the other day with just a simple argument of something dumb and some grew to a monster that tore us apart. In a way I am glad only because the stress that I had to carry was greater than I ever wanted to carry. I know not everything is simple and just falls in your lap but you shouldn’t have to fight for it everyday just to have it taken the next. Jealousy and over expectations I guess played their major rules in our demise as did laziness. I don’t think that I am going to be renting out any other rooms for now on. I am going to up my job hunting till I get at least a part time job to keep up with the bills and such, with maybe a couple to spare for a drink or two every once in a while…
I wrote the about last Monday and decided to wait a week before finishing it just to make sure it was really over and I wasn’t just writing because I was mad.
It has been a week and well I am still glad it is over. I have been early to work everyday and not stressed out so much about going home to have to listen to a bunch of nonsense. Cherelle isn’t happy about this at all but my happiness comes first when it comes to my life. I should never have to be miserable just so someone else can be happy and have to cake and get to eat it too. Cherelle and I are just too much of the same personality type and yet such different types of people that I just think we clash way to much. I am not going to bash her to much on here but I will tell ya’ll about my week.
So Tuesday I got my heart scanned at work be my boss/instructor just so I could see what 
my heart looked like on a good machine and so that I could see if I could get the case study into Photoshop and turn my heat into a GIF. Well it worked; I got to see my leaking Mitral valve and all my wall motions, my boss did the whole study for me when she didn’t even have too. Plus since I needed a cd to put the study onto I went to the radiology department and put on a sad face and asked the little old lady there if I could have a cd ‘cause we needed it in cardiology. She hesitantly gave me one saying it won happen again because they don’t share like that there. Well it took a little bit of figuring out but I managed to figure out how to get the study onto a dick and once put into my laptop the rest was tough because the heart photos were not videos stored to disk they were all still frames; like the moving videos were broken down into frames so the they could be viewed one at a time. From there Photoshop was another obstacle to hurtle because I had never made a GIF in this manner before. With a little research online and some good deductioning skills I figured it out and well the out comes were fantastic from my point of view. I think it is so cool being able to see inside of people bodies to look at there heart. I only have like two and less than a half months left and then I am done with all this learning stuff and will be able to make some money. I cannot wait for that day.
It is strange being single again, and to have my ex still at the house. I’ll make due though I guess.
Well this is all I am going to write for today I think…
Oh wait I also figured out how to use a setting on my camera that I didn’t know how to use before. Everyone knows I have had this camera for over a year now and love it so much. I try to take pictures as often as I can and of all kinds of stuff and turn that stuff into works of art in my eyes. Well this setting is called “Flip anm.” Well since I had never heard a name for this setting before in my life I just assumed it was a setting for something that I could do easier with the comp. “flipping the picture over or something like that” well I was bored and just deiced to ya know piddle around with the setting and stuff and well “flip anm” was one I chose to check out. I could not believe what the camera screen was telling me when I started using the feature. It was saying that I had 100 photos left and I was like okay I took a few pictures and then exited the setting well when I did that the camera asked if I wanted to make a motion picture; I gave the camera a weird look and clicked okay. To my amazement the photos that I had taken just seconds before started to move on the screen like the Claymation stuff during the Christmas season. At that moment I had a new fond love for my camera an I knew that there are going to be many more fun days ahead of me and my little Panasonic Lumix. Last Saturday was when this realization came about and immediately I had Cherelle start moving sandals around my brother’s wife’s baby hospital room. I hade her walk the sandals out of the room one frame at a time. It took me all week to get a second chance to try this feature out again. This morning I got up and moved all the yard furniture around one picture at a time until it was just the way I wanted it. My neighbor Rob was looking at me running up and down my stairs like I was a crazy person having a nervous break down. When I was done I walked over to his house and showed him my amazing work of art and he just thought it was the greatest thing ever and so did my other neighbor Dennis who walked over after also seeing me running up and down my stairs. Both though I was trying to watch TV out side and was trying to get my TV just right or Cherelle was doing some sexy stuff inside that I had to keep getting up to see lol. I wont have them up here on this post because I am at the library and the camera is at the house so maybe my next post will have them on it or a link to where you can see them.
Oh my god I didn’t even talk about my little brother who had his baby on Saturday 06/06/09 who is so named Wesley William Skipper up at Spring Hill Regional. WWS is a spitting image of my little brother and I am so proud of him and his wife. Johnny was such a trooped too. His wife had a C-section and well Johnny was in there just a taking pictures like a pro. Cherelle wanted to be there so bad but she was at her husbands hanging out because that was more important that making sure her relationship was okay. I laughed and rubbed it in so much that she missed it because seeing my nephew born was her top priority since she knew that my brother and his wife were having a baby.
Okay now I am finishing up this post because there are kids being loud here in the New Port Richey Library and it is getting a little hard to write so until a next quieter time.
The never end and always learning
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Michael Trump
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