We all can and will sin
First thing first I have a buzz right now as I am typing this, buy buzz I mean I have had two rum and Cokes “I made the first one with one ounce Captain Morgan 100 proof and eight ounces Coke-Cola on the rocks; The second one I couldn’t tell you what was in it because Sarah made it for me.” So I feel great right now, and am ready to right for a bit or until I run out of stuff to type; that is if Sarah doesn’t make me get off the laptop. Rum and coke- not bad if made right.
I had, while at work today, witnessed two very intriguing events; so much so that I even took notes, as to not forget what I had saw, so that I could scribe my story to the world. Now whether or not you find them interesting or not is up to your personal view points and if they agree with mine or not. I love to put down into words what I come across though my travels because you never know when someone will find my story just as interesting I did. Plus everything that I write I truly hope that my daughter Arianna Shirk finds and then finds her way to me since the “Adoptive Parents” seem to think she shouldn’t know her father. Well today was a day to go down in the history books for me; church was most of all surprising and just a little overwhelming. Church really today showed me that we are all just people and we ALL can sin. I don’t want to put what had happen in this post or any other post from hear on out, but WOW it was crazy and our place of worship I don’t think will ever be the same. As much as the gossip end of the story would amuses and gratify others it really is just a shame.
So at work today I was outside for my shift just because my display was so pleasant on the eyes and I just had to enjoy the view. I wish I had a job just watching cameras all day, I tell you what nothing would get past me. So the first thing that took my breath away today, other than church, was “while I sat alone outside trying to gather names and numbers”, this tan little four door Nissan out in the parking lot. In most cases no one pays any attention to cars out in the lot, but not me, I love watching people. Okay so this little car was really nothing to look at but what it did caught my attention. As the sedan passed by one of the isles kinda out of my sight the driver stepped on the breaks just a little harder than a normal person. By doing that I perked over to see what was possibly happening, maybe they almost hit some one or something, or maybe they were a driver for a shop lifter stopping only long enough to pick up their cohort. Well I was wrong with both thoughts, because as I used my twenty-twenty vision to peer away at was going on there out of the car jumped a little who took off running. Yes we got a run away and the fat mom is going to try to chase him “I knew she was over weight by a lot because the car was listing to one side- her side”. A smile grew ear to ear as I anticipated her aerobic abilities and what was about to happen. Your smiling to now I bet… yes you are. The kid still at full sprint and only maybe twenty feet from the car stopped in his tracks. “Damn it!” I said to myself. Yeah he gave up so fast, and then he bent down and picked up something. Now at this time I was a little disappoint the there was no robber, no one getting hit by a car and the kid wasn’t going to run away. I was half tempted to scream out, “run kid run; they don’t love you!!”. I am sure that would have cost me my job; especially if the little terd did take off and was tragically injured due to my assness. With no hopes of anything cool happening I just looked on to see what the little plum shaped kid picked up. You know what, at the moment I truly wished I was as fast a Superman or Flash Gordon; that little pie eater was picking up at that very second something that every single one of use wishes that they could find on any given Sunday. This had to have been a present from the man upstairs because the most I ever found was twenty-five bucks while walking the dog with Sarah. This kid picked up a huge wad of cash; even if it were all ones it would have been well over a hundred dollars… I mean it well over a hundred. For flipping real the kid looking about ten or eleven had just made the greatest score ever! The wad of cash that he was so lucky to find needed to be held with two hands. My eyes grew open in total amazement my jaw dropped down and I almost gasped for air. Some punk kid was holding in his hand a fat wad of cash and took to a full sprint back to his fat mom’s little brown car. The seen from the time I realized what he had till when the car was no longer in sight was super slow motion. I was so aw struck by what I just saw that I felt a little happy for them. I just hope it was a money roll from some dirt bag drug dealer who will get shot in the head tonight for not having his dues for his drug pimp, and not some poor old guys SSI or what ever. Amazing ay? I just really couldn’t believe what had just unfolded before me. One of the garden guys came out minutes later to say hi and that he was glad to see that I wasn’t fired from my crappy job “which is better than no job I have to say” I told him the whole story, not as well as I did for you though, and he too was just as awestruck. To my total surprise again, the car pulled back into the parking lot and two huge women and a little fat boy climbed out. All three of them holding a Slurpee, and the mom looking character had two packs of cigarettes in her chubby hands. “I am getting fatter so I can pick on the over indulgent ones of the world because I am becoming one of them”. I guess what would you do if you found a handful of cash in a parking lot?
That was just amazing and this next event of sorts will not top my first one with coolness but if thought about long enough; it will surly pull at your heart a little. As the little brown car from the first story raced away the first time; my peripheral vision picked up on a woman getting out of a crappy old white car in dire need of some body work and a bath. She was far from hot or anything like that, she had that nasty hair cut where younger chicks cut their hair way to short and shave the back down a little. You know the one where they look like a “pardon this phrase” bull dike. This homely woman had terrible highlights and just looked like a hooker; I was more convinced of this when she scurried into a little blue SUV parked in the handicapped parking at the end of the isle. The horrible looking white car sped away but not in an angry manner, and the blue SUV backed out of the parking spot and left too. Oh well I guess old guys need loving too. I didn’t think any more about what I just saw because I was still wrapped up in the fat kid grabbing all that cash. I told my cash story, saw the fat people come and go and then just to re ignite my interest the blue vehicle showed back up. Hmm… what was next? The two occupants evacuated the truck she the passenger and he the little old guy driver; they went to the back of the truck and he opened the back hatch. Into the same row of cars just maybe eight parking spots down comes the broad’s old man with the crap car. He parked and seemed to be waiting. The broad and the old guy exchanged words not load enough for me to hear but the way the little old guy was carrying himself I could tell he was… well not happy about what he was doing. His head was hung low shoulders rolled in and slow moving; not old person slow but the slowness of someone who is sad or depressed. He lifted up a towel and exposed a pack of Marlboro Red shorts; I know the package from my smoker days. He handed them to her and I knew then that she was kin to him. I filled in the rest of the story my self. She was/is his granddaughter, probably a junky, milked everyone else she could. But being that he favored her over all the other grandchildren he always helped her out no matter what. Maybe not until recently has he figured out that all his help over the restless years only made her more of a low life and instilling a level of expectation from him. Since it was in a parking lot the grandmother has come to realize what a douche the grandchild is and no longer wants her around the home; so granddad meets her places to “help” her out of tight spots. He didn’t carry himself whit pride so I could tell he wasn’t happy, and since the boyfriend didn’t get out and ride with them I figure that the grandfather blames him in part for his favorite grandchild’s failures. I am good, I know. Okay so he hands over the smokes and closes the door to his fairly new looking vehicle. The oddly mopped girl gives over a quick hug, not one of thank or of love but one like a dirty girl in a bar would give if you just bought her a drink and she was one her way to the next guy. You know the pat-pat run hug. Okay so she didn’t run back to the white car but the pace was quick with a little bounce to it. She looked back to see if the older guy was watching, he wasn’t, and then held up the cigarettes like a trophy; with a big thumbs up from her man in the crap car and the quickness of a rat she scurried into the passenger seat. The white car sped off in the opposite direction of the parked blue SUV with fresh cigarette smoke billowing from the windows. I couldn’t help but to wish the worst for them. I turned my attention back the little old guy who was slowing making it back to the driver seat. He maneuvered his way up into his seat, closed the door and hung his head low. Right then I felt so bad for the guy because I could just tell he wasn’t happy, he sat there motionless for about five minutes. I want to just walk up to truck pound on his window and to him to just pack up, move away and change all his numbers. Buy yeah that could have freaked him out then I would have had a heart attack on my hands. I know most of us like helping others out when they are in a bind and some are in more binds than others but really you have to draw the line somewhere and supplying someone’s habit should be a start. I know a few people who are like that and it kills me to know what they are doing in boy if I need help at all it makes me so ashamed to ask just because I could live with myself if I were like the douche from above. Now some of you may try to defend the situation but if you had saw the body language she gave off you could tell she was proud and was pleased to make her other half happy.
The rest of my day at work breezed by and I couldn’t wait to get home. Sarah and I were having company for the first time in forever. Jonny and Sarah’s mom don’t count. My friend John and his wife Pam were coming over with their little one to have dinner with us… oh yeah… Sarah and I now have a 24,500 BTU ice cold air blowing window shaker straight from The Home Depot. That is why we invited friends over… we can cool the house when there are more than two people in it now. I never cared before but Sarah melts my little heart and I though keeping her cool will keep her happy. So I saved and saved and save. We were just shy having enough for it and my step dad and uncle show up with our wedding present. Yeah my Nana, mom, Rich and Uncle Dejay pitched in and picked us up the A/C, I was disappointed and happy all at the same time. But now with expense to us we can keep the house nice and cool; energy star rate at 9.4. It was great have Jon and Pam over and I hope that they come over again soon. I will be having some of you over too, as long as Sarah is okay with it, no stepping on toes with me, and will cook any thing you want “with in reason” well probably not at all. I’ll cook something and you better like itJ . It is so weird having the house cool and having people over.
Well every one is sleeping here and I am up alone… probably why I was able to write so much with out being disturbed. You know I don’t even think Sarah reads these things I write.. maybe she will this time. Alright I take it back the dog has been messing with me the entire time I have been writing this so much so the I wrote stuff like “damn it dog, your bugging me, go lay down” then deleted it because I was really writing what I was thinking. I’m going to bed good night.
I blushed at the bank the other day…
Michael Trump has to sleep
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Just another night
Lower your standards or you’re all fired! Basically is what he said at the meeting; for real with out knowing what he was talking about he/ our boss told every one at our sales meeting to lower our standards or we needed to find another job. Just last week I guess our company employed a new person who has some experience with lead generating from one of the least employee friendly companies around. So our boss seems to just be smitten by this young girl who by the way does have the ability to take control of the conversation. She is used to working 50-60 hours a week straight commission and only generating 16 leads, that is about 3.75 hours per lead. I normally get about 1 lead every 3 to 4 hours; where as there are a few people that I work with who get about 1 lead every 2 hours. Really this girl is just a normal person who isn’t any better at generating leads than the rest of us. But our boss is truly under the impression that she is getting some astronomical amount of numbers. But it amazes me that we were told that we needed to follow her format and get her numbers or we are all gone. Oh well I guess. Any how my numbers are way down and it seems to be affecting my stress levels because no one wants these dang things. That was my short spat for now…I could have turned this short paragraph into like a page but these people don’t really interest me that much.
Oh yeah Chew with you damn mouth shut!!!!
I would like to thank my friend Mark for the awesomest compliment ever on having the greatest ability to tell magical verbal stories. I love exotic adverbs and adjectives what can I say.
Okay the flower is another story but check out my pith helmet it has been getting much attention lately; mostly laughs but hey it is attention and some may be jealousy. lol just joking. My stepdad Rich got it for me after helping him with his yard and such as a gift because he saw me pick it up in Ace Hardware totally amazed at how cool it was. I though I was the only person in the state brave enough to wear it out into public, but I was wrong. Yesterday at The Home Depot I saw a guy with one on, and not an old guy either, some one around my age. I think with that I will be wearing it out more often, sorry Sarah:)
To the flower thing… well in Glenn Becks ten things to be a better dad you must listen to your wife and do as she says…. so I am holding a flower for a picture.
I was going to post all ten things but I can’t find them on his website anymore. Well they were in a transcript from the Monday following Fathers day. They were way better than the governments list of how to be a better dad… Turn of the lights when not in the room… use compact fluorescent lights… give your books to the library… bring your own bags to the store…. really those will help me be a better dad.
This picture is now a poster and is hanging up in our living room 20”x30” sweet aye. $13 at Wal-Mart and $10 for a frame. I have one of my late Luggnutt hanging up in our room and we are going to get another poster done of just Macey and the sunset… It is the one you see here to the left. I think if you click on the picture it gets bigger and you can see the whole thing.
okay well Sarah wants me off the computer now so I will write again soon.
The Trump… and Macey:)
Michael Trump 