Rapunzel Rapunzel don’t give up.
It’s funny that after all this time the truth is starting to present itself.
The story about Rapunzel can be so relatable to children.
Rapunzel is a German fairy tale in the Brothers Grimm collection of stories, and was first published in 1812 and is based off of much older stories and myths and so on down the line.
We all kind of know the plot in this day and age thanks to the Disney movie Tangled, but with Rapunzel, the book goes a little differently. A lonely couple longing for a child of their own, cross a witch who lives next to them by stealing and consuming the witches Rapunzel flowers. The father trades his unborn child for the forgiveness of the witch because he fears for his wife’s life and surrenders the child over to her evilness at birth. The child is named after the flower that brought her to the witch and grows up to be the most beautiful girl in all the land. The witch keeps the girl locked up and hidden from the truth about her origins and strokes her own ego by forcing the girl to submit to unreasonable requests. (Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair so I may climb my golden stair.) Then one day a prince comes along to save her. The witch torments the poor girl before disowning her because of the prince. The stories never say if Rapunzel ever gets to see her parents again but I am glad to know she learns that the witch is just a witch.
How delusional does a grandparent have to be to convince his/her self that they can brainwash a child into believing that: somehow, the much too old grandparent is the actual blood parent? How sick would that person have to be to keep that story up for over a decade? How mad do you think they would be when the child begins to question why these parental figures are so much older than his/her friend’s parental figures? How do you think the child would feel knowing that the truth is out there and they are being kept from it to appease the egos of two aging individuals trying to get it right on a second try. Second try? Yeah when you and your religion messed up the minds of your first children you steal the grandchildren and try again.
Now I am not naming names, nor am I inferring that this is in any way addressed to anyone in particular. I am just asking in general, how messed up would that person have to be?
Messed up enough to lock that child away like Rapunzel? Lock her far away from the big bad internet? Keep her from the truth? Disown her like Jehovah witnesses supposedly say to do? I’m sure they would.
Humans are strange creatures and feel the need to hide things that would shatter their own
belief on how reality should be. The story of Rapunzel, not Tangled appeals to me in a unique way. I feel for Rapunzel because I know there are still evils in the world that only time can resolve. Imagine dealing with a modern day witch, you make a poor choice, the witch steals your child and uses the binds of our blind justice system to hold your kid captive. Modern day witches use the spells of our courts bind their victims, thank goodness our founders thought this may happen and provided me/us with a way out.
A picture is worth a thousand words. So I don’t actually need a thousand pictures to spread the truth.
Surprising how when you catch someone in the act of treachery they strike out like venomous creatures poised on your demise. I am all for the truth and if the truth falls from my favor I will bow out respectably.
Let the vileness continue and I will stand alone in your field of evil like an old oak tree, unmovable; arms spread out like great branches to welcome that one who chooses to hear a truth whispered on the wind, the truth she always knew she knew.
Boy this is an old picture of Michael his girlfriend at the time Elisha Shirk and their child Arianna.
Someday I’ll have to answer for not knowing how to fight harder.
See here is the thing. I own these pictures and I cannot be told to remove them. Now if you truly believe that you somehow birthed this child I will gladly give up blood to be tested and if I am not the father then you’ll never have to read anything by me again…
Faster than I thought
Faster than I thought, faster than I thought.
I have been, for the last few years, riding an old Figi mountain bike with the thought that maybe I am not as strong or fast as I used to be. I have ridden this thing for hundreds of miles and never seeming to over come the feeling of ridding with the brakes on. To over come that feeling I would take the long way home, pump harder and longer, and try to bring myself to exaustion before I got home from my short ride from work. I did this as often as I had the energy, and sometimes when I didn’t. On my trips to work I would try to make it from light to light with traffic. (Not keep up with traffic but to just make it from one light to the next before it turns and the cars go. ) My to work method worked sometimes and resulted in sitting in the beer cooler for a few minutes just to cool down before clocking in for work. I would from time to time greese the wheel bearings, lube the chain and make sure my tires had air. With that said, ridding that bike was like ridding in the mud. About a month ago while ridding home from work around three in the morning, peddling my ass off, my foot slipped. Now it didn’t slip in the usual way either, my foot slammed to the ground with a metalic clank, my other foot holding my body weight up at an uncomfortable angle after spinning backwards to the down position. The chain still intact, I realized that the peddle and crank arm snapped clean off the bike. I am half way home (which isn’t far) and now I am walking.
I wanted to go right out the next day and get anew bike; then life got in the way, christmas, cars breaking, baby being born… you know, everything that can happen will happen. Around a week ago I got tierd enough of watching my belly ground. My lovely wife knowing what bike I wanted went out and secured me one before the holiday rush finished them off. She brought it up to work so I could ride it home. At the end of my shift I aired up the tires with a hand pump, mounted my steed and like a profecional cyclest I was off… It didn’t last long because I was home in like three minutes, no really, like three minutes. Yeah that was increadable, I was ready to ride until morning. My new shwin tourist is pretty quick mover.
I am always told that the smaller the tires the easier it is to peddle and the faster you can go. I believe those truth sayers now. I have ridden to work everyday since except Christmas. I am loving it, I want to just get out and go until I can’t go any futher and have my lovely wife come get me.
Needless to say, I am happy.
Harvey is now almost twenty days old and is picking up his head and looking around. He makes pucker lips all the time and really love the teet. He is still so tiny and I hold him when I can since I am never home. Reagan is all the more attatched to me now than he has been ever. My budy and me. Macey is all the help with mama.
January 5th I am planning on another Eat the weeds class. Reagan and I went to one six months ago or so. I am not sure if he is going woth me this time, as I would like a little more time to pay attention to what Green Dean has to say on our walk in the park.
Up until what you are reading I am at work writing this, after the dots I’ll be home writing this so I can add some more to this…
A few days have past since I started this post.
I am still riding the Shwin and loving it.
Harvey is home.
The good news is that my son Harvey is home, with his family, and is a perfect little bundle of joy with all his tiny little fingers and toes. Everything went medicaly well during his birth and introduction to this crazy world. The day started at about 3:45 in the morning and on my end there was no need to wake since I had not yet fallen asleep from the night before. Sarah got up and started making sure we were all set to go while I handled putting the kids in the van and asking if she remebered different random things we may need. She had everything under control and I just smiled at her awesomeness. From the house we went to my parents who were eagerly awaiting Macey and Reagan’s arival. Macey in no way wanted to stay with them, only because she wanted to meet Harvey as soon as we got to make his accauintence. It took a couple of minutes but we managed to leave with enough time to get some hot chocolate and make it to the hospital with time to spare.
After arriving, we got checked in and brought up to the labor and delivery ward where all the festivities were about to begin. It was a nice room, though nothing I would want to spend to much time in regularly. The clock said it was five am. IV’s got started, plans were presented, and shift change happend; the new nurses came in and finally sarted her on the patossin. From there it was a waiting game; Sarah and I tried to get some sleep until the Dr. came in. When she got to the room to see Sarah ,she told us “well I think you’ll be having the baby around one pm”. There went all my precious and much needed sleep, since it was almost nine now and family started showing up; more people were in and out of the room than I could count. At amost one Sarah really started having contractions and decided she wanted an epidural. The nurses, in vain, kind of tries to convince her to skip it since she was so far along. “No” she said, and soon there after the anastisiologist showed up with his greater than thou you are waisting my time, I should be facebooking, bad ass good job doing self with his helper who was pretty calm and collected. The nurse had me hold Sarah’s shoulders, (I had a very empty stomach, no sleep, and nothing to drink at all), I got this. I go to holding my lovely wife up and am watching the guy fill her spine with pain easing fluids of joy. (Hey why are my arms all tingly, oh I’m getting all warm. Am I having a heart attack? Is this when I am going to die? What the hell is going on? If I fall I am going to pull Sarah down too. “Nurse, we need to switch spots right now. Yes I am fine just take over. I’ll sit down. Oh not on the floor. The chair. Right, that is where I was going. I am okay, I don’t drink soda any more. I’ll drink it but I am fine.” What the hell was that. Yeah that is how about a minute of my life went. I have never felt that way that I can remember any how. I let her down and there is no way to redeam that. All I can say though is that I guess I needed some good food and bad sugar.
Sarah laid down after the epidural, gave a practice push for the nurse who went and got the Dr.. Sarah gave a pracice puch for the doctor who promtly put on her sterile gear and had her push again. Harvey’s head came out with that push; the rest of him came out with a second half push. That boy was as purple as Grimmis and just about as big too. Eight pounds fourteen ounces. He quickly went from purple to bright red, closely resembling the hard exo-skeleton of a freshly cooked lobsted. Yes it was a fast delivery. I held Sarahs right leg and her mom held her left leg; Macey who stayed in the room with us held the shoulders of the nurse who would be soon taking care of my sons medical well being for the duration of our stay. By saying she was holding on to the nurses shoulders I was trying to convey that she was being held up off the ground making it possible for her to see the entire delivery. Macey’s face was priceless, with utter discust writen all over it; she didn’t squint away or try to hide her eyes either. My little four year old held out like a champ. There was a stool waitng for her over by the heated crib that Havey would spend some time in after getting cleaned up and fed. Macey diligently watched everyting the nurse did and managed not to get in the way at all. She did reach out to touch his feet after they were clean and didn’t look as messy as when he was first presented to her. Before everything was all cleaned up I took her, from her watchfull position upon the stool, into my arms and carried her to where the plasenta laid used and wasted waiting to be dicarded like broken toy. I told her that was where Harvey was sleeping all this time in mommy’s belly. She wasn’t pleased with what I had presented her, even though she did want to touch it. Macey went back to Harvey to make sure he was in good handes.
I kept my eye on Sarah during and after the birth to make sure nothing was wrong and to let her know that through all this she is still my number one. After the clean up, people started flowing in and thats when things got hectic. I quickly fixed that and things went back to normal. Soon after everyone was gone and it was just the three of us, I got some sleep here and there, Sarah fed Harvey here and there, sleeping very little. Havery did a lot of sleeping until about midnight. He said goodmorning and stayed up until about six in the morning. My wife by the way is a champ.
Havery is home now. Just sucking up the good life. Tomorrow is his first doctors appointment.
From the S4
Well I have finally got a new phone that may have the abilities to bring my blogging back to a norm.
This one will be quick.
I was talking with a coworker the other day and he told me about a sandwich that I had never heard of nor did I believe could exist. This sandwich has the potential to scare the crap out of doctors and gross out the masses. According to my coworker you can still find this sandwich at some restaurants. They are just cracker size though. As he explained the workings of this manly meal l lissened with such inspiration I just wanted try it right then. I did some research to make sure he wasn’t messing with me, ( via you tube) and sure enough there were videos to colaborate his story. When I got up the next morning I told my lovely wife about what l had heard and that it was what I wanted for lunch. Oddly enough to me she was totally fine with my idea. I planned out a grociery list consisting of simple ingredients. At lunch time the kids and Sarah were fed and then we headed off to Publix to fulfill my lunch order. When we got there I was off to the butcher for that perfect cut of meet. ( I guess I can’t keep the name secret any longer)
Butcher: How can I help you?
Me: l need a pretty good cut of meet for a sandwich I want to try today; It’s called The Canabil sandwich. The meat needs to be tender, lean and ground.
Butcher: So your doing like a tar tar then?
Me: Yes I am.
So he ground me up a nice piece of London broil. To which I rushed home to enjoy completely raw; spread between two pieces of fresh baked sour dough topped with spicy mustard, smoked gouda, salt & pepper.
the video shows the best part.
As far as I’m I will be enjoying this more often.
Well I have to sleep now.
good night,
Trump
An old picture of the Trump
Duck Lust
12-12-12
I woke today just like I would wake on any other day of the week. Tired. My bother in law is in town; sleeping in the living room on a comfortable air mattress waiting to be woken up by the smell of cooking food or my two little ones jumping on his belly. Mikey doesn’t come by all to often since there is an unfortunate seventy-five mile gap between our home and his, and we generally have opposing schedules. Today though, is not one of these days. He, Sarah, the kids and I are going to have a blast and we don’t even know it yet.
Mikey made it a point to be the one to cook an amazing breakfast with our wonderful tasty fresh eggs, most of which were laid this morning while we slept in a bit. There was non left to scrap out to the birds after we had our fill. Sarah made us French pressed coffee with a splash of sugar cookie creamer to sweeten the bitterness of Black Silk. After most breakfasts we plan out dinner and the rest of the day, this wasn’t one of those days. I kinda knew what was going to be for dinner but no one was really talking about it.
My nephew showed up shortly after breakfast and Sarah started planning our afternoon. We loaded up the kids and headed to the sponge docks and enjoyed an afternoon of store front shopping. We took our time and lots of pictures, after getting home my nephew went home too. The fun started shortly after Sarah’s return from dropping off Hunter.
After a few informational YouTube videos and a little bit of planning; My brother-in-law and I were ready to harvest a couple of ducks for a nice family dinner. We set up several strands
of twine for tying off anything that needed tying, set up a log with an empty five gallon bucket for catching anything that needed catching. We prepared a hot bath for loosening feathers, empty trash can with a fresh clean out bag. I sharpened my machete and butchering knives. We enjoyed a few shots of fireball and a half and egg sandwich before the harvest started.
Mikey and I tied off the first birds neck to a loose noose, Sarah got the video camera ready for filming and that’s when the life lessons began. Holding the duck by his wings I rested
his breast on the seasoned log, Mikey pulled firmly on the twine. I swung my machete down upon the unsuspecting duck with sorrow and joy. In one swift blow it was over, a second smaller slice to remove a little bit of remaining flesh; the body (only bleeding slightly) went to the bucket and the head to the ground still bound to the twine in Mikey’s hand. Sarah was only slightly mortified the event but did not scared away. There was very little movement from the body and after just a couple of minutes in the bucket to bleed out the lifeless semi white bird went to a hot bath for one minute to loosen the feathers from their strong hold and then hung by the foot to a nail to be plucked. The plucking process took the most time to accomplish and was very tedious. Mikey and I worked on the feathers for some time and it didn’t take long for Sarah to join in on the plucking. My wife continued to help us until the skin held no more feather. From the plucking station the bird went to a tray to have the insides removed. Mikey evacuated the chest cavity with little effort. We saved the liver and the heart to be eaten tomorrow. The feet were removed and hung to dry for later uses. From that station the bird went inside to be cleaned, quartered, cleaned again and then into the fridge to await its partner. Sarah bleached everything and Mikey and I prepared the next bird.
The second bird went just about the same as the first. I held the thin twine this time as
Mikey held the wings and machete. Sarah stayed inside to tend to the kids; she didn’t want to watch this time. There was a swing of the machete, body to bucket, head to the ground, hot bath, then to the nail to have only the breast feathers removed. The second bird was going to be skinned, cleaned, and then quartered. We only put a small incision along the breast bone and worked the flesh free by hand only using the knife for stubborn tissue connections. the wings were cut free to dry out as were the feet later on. Mikey cleaned the chest cavity on this one too and again the heart and liver were saved. The carcass was cleaned, quartered and cleaned again. Sarah, Mikey and I cleaned everything again with bleach, bagged all the unusables and started getting everything for cooking.
Its hard to explain the feelings I had during this ordeal. There wasn’t any pleasure, I think I just felt determination the most. I knew once everything started there was no going back. As soon as my arm fell toward the duck I knew that not just this ducks life was gone but so was the others. After the blow was landed it really felt like instinct took over and the cleaning process was just natural.
The ducks did taste great though and we will be having duck and vegetable soup for lunch tomorrow.
any questions let me know
Michael Trump
Goodnight and God bless.
Can you sing in your dreams?
An evening to type; how great it can be. How I wish more of it.
Chickens and Ducks,
They are doing great and are all so much like a flock 
(the ducks with the chicken) that it really amazes me that I am now a keeper or birds. Lol. My Roo, the Jersey Giant, is now almost up to full crow and I believe size; with this I need to find a good inexpensive vet, who knows birds, to cut out Rex’s (the roo’s name) little but load voice box so I can keep his giant self around longer. He is a beautiful, some what tame, black with red bumpy dangle things, monster of a large bird with all the makings of a great flock keeper someday. The white ducks like him so much, that when I pick him up one of the little buggers bites at my toes when I am wearing my old worn out Rock Port sandals. It tickles really as it nibbles away at my little toes, but every once in a while they hit a tender spot and I cant help but to laugh like crazy and pretend to run from the little guy; it of course chases me as a laugh until I almost cry. The homemade chicken coop is staying together quite well and looks pretty good too.
The six birds stay in the yard now that the ducks can’t get out. Just the other day there were many openings in my front gate that could allow the birds, dogs and pig to get out as they
please. I had some fencing to put up to try to keep them in, but it has been so hot out that trying to put up the galvanized steal was out of the question. Since we have been getting this little bit of cool rain here lately I was able to trap in the yard so non can just walk out; the chickens can fly over the short fence if they so choose, but they wont leave the ducks for long and come right back. Now that the yard is secure I let out miss piggy for a little while each day and she just loves getting into all my plants and eating them. She is cute but is not so cute that I won’t eat her. I can’t wait for the chickens to start laying eggs so we can start eating nice fresh eggs.
I don’t know how many of you know how much I hate to shave. Well I hated it until now, I purchased a new double edged chrome safety razor made by Merkur. The blades are super cheap and the shave is closer than any shave from home I have ever had. I have used so many expensive disposable razor and two electric razor and could never get a good shave. The razors that did do an expectable job only lasted about three shaves before I started getting razor burn. My electric razors never cut it and I only kept them for when I ran out of expensive disposables and didn’t want to buy refills. I thought about learning how to shave with a straight razor but a good blade is pricey and I am not sure how good at sharpening I am. So I started looking into old school safety razors. I found the Merkur on Amazon and it had like 369 five star comments for 
it. I put it in my shopping cart and waited. When it got here I raced to the bathroom washed my face with some warm water and a clean rag (no soap), I lathered up my face with some Barbasol Beard Buster and cautiously went to town on my hairy face. At first I was really taking my time and being overly cautious, but after about the first cheek being clean I started speeding up and shaving like normal. By the time I was nearly done I was flying, three days later when I shaved again it was like second nature and the fear was gone. I cant wait to shave tomorrow before work. I will most likely be getting Sarah one to since I read a few comments put up by women who said they would never go back to any other razor on the market. Sarah is just nervous about cutting herself.
Arianna Lore Shirk, Aunt Connie and Cousin Alicia got to see the very few pictures I have of you yesterday. They say you are the most beautiful little girl and that they are going to be praying that you will get to know me soon. I know you will find me someday and your family here will be waiting with open arms.
Thanks to Uncle Mike, Macey and Reagan got to go fishing for the first time ever. We were at Sarah’s grandmothers for my weekend and the four of us tried to catch some fishies. All the while Reagan wanted to look over the edge of the old wooden dock scaring the crap out of us and his mom who sat on the boat ramp watching . Macey almost hooked all of us at least once and wanted nothing to do with anyone casting for her. Reagan just wanted to sword fight with the poles. So there were five of us, Macey, Reagan, Sarah, Mikey and I. We had a good time until the mosquitos attacked.
The same weekend as above we all went to Swan Lake and took some great pictures. This one is amazing. I love Reagan’s curiosity and the time we got to spend just looking at the fish here in this little pond. Reagan was so amazed by the fish and wanted to just grab at them as they swam by us. We hung out here for a little while after everyone left us just so I could enjoy some daddy son time. I wanted to put him in the pond but there is a camera beamed on the pond; plus I wasn’t sure if Reagan would have liked it much. lol.
On the 28th Sarah and I celebrate our second wedding anniversary. Two whole years have just flown by and I have loved every second of of it. Our plans are to start the day with a fresh new tattoo, then nice tasty dinner; from there we are going to a strip club and finish the night with a walk home from our local bar. all of that is great fun and way cheaper than a hotel on the beach where we have to be out by eleven. I love you baby, I cant wait till our 60th anniversary.
Goodnight my friends
Goodnight Arianna Lore Shirk
Happy late birthday Arianna
Hey Arianna, I know its a few days late but I just wanted to say happy birthday. I was thinking about you this past Sunday. I hope you had a great day. I worked all day and didnt have much fun. Well little one I hope to get to talk to you someday soon.
Dad
Michael The Trump
Yesterday was fun, delightful, filled with great news and flew by; Sarah, Macey and I went to Sarah’s first doctors’ appointment of many more to come. The both of us got to see an ultrasound of the little baby preformed by Sarah’s new doctor who was quite pleasant; Sarah had blood work done too while we were there. She wasn’t all too happy about getting like ten vials of blood drawn from her precious little blood vessels. All in all, the doctor said everything looks great and that Sarah is about nine weeks and five days along. I am so excited.
Well Friday I go to court again to fight for my daughter Arianna, her misguided grandparents have got a family law attorney fighting for them now and he too has moved to have my case for a child to learn who her father is dismissed. I have a few more things to try and I hope the judge really listens to what I have to say. The grandparents knew that I existed, and where I lived, when they did the illegal adoption; I was never notified about what was going on, I was told to never come back to their house so it wasn’t like I was ever up to date on any thing with her, and that some how does not seem right or legal being that they knew full well that I was a potential father of Arianna Shirk. The full name stuff will help her find me some day so you will see a lot of that in my future posts as I write to her so that she knows that I tried and that I will continue to try until I run out of options and just have to wait for Arianna to find me.
Eliesha Shirk I cannot believe you gave away my child with out ever coming to me. How could you. How are you going to answer the Arianna when she comes to you wanting to know what the hell were you thinking.
I will be sending out my application for my national exams here real soon, as soon as I can get into voc rehab to get my application fee paid. Then I’ll get like a three month window to take my test. I haven’t been studying with Ray but I have been cracking the book allot. I am going to need a great paying job if I am going to support two kids and a wife and fighting for another, boy do I got my plate full.
As I write this I am currently dying of a tooth ache that has come from nowhere and has hurt like hell all flippin day long. In between the pain I did get some stuff around the house done like sanding and staining a new to me wood bench that I got from my neighbors who just moved out of the neighbor hood. Sarah and I rearranged the kitchen and I raked the yard a bit.
I really miss being in school, I don’t know for some reason just knowing that some one is teaching me something just make me feel… well I don’t know but I like it. I sure don’t miss the drama or the other student complaining all the time. But I do miss Ms. Calvert a lot and how she taught. I could use a good teacher to help me study; Ray was a good student for me because as I taught him I was learning too. Well I wasn’t teaching him just quizzing and finding stuff to study.
Star Bucks mmmm I could go for one right now but I don’t know how it would help my tooth at all.
The tooth is feeling a little bit better and I may get some sleep tonight. Sarah is giving Macey a bath right now. I should have used that time to do some photo art stuff but oh well.
well that is all for now and I will keep you up to date with the baby bump.
I still miss my Lugg this was one of our last pictures together
As you might have figured this post was written over a few hours, many breaks for tooth pains, taking out the dog, frying chicken in virgin olive oil for our kick ass salad. For real I make the most spectacular salads, mainly because it has more than just lettuce and dressing in it. my salads would probably put 90% of restaurants to shame. oh… I just got done eating it too and if was just breath taking.
Okay I think I am going to study for a bit to make the national exams a bit easier for me and then watch some Net Flicks Documentaries to learn some more and get some sleep…. wait a second… I just remembered something totally cool that just happen the other day, well some of it sucked and the rest was cool.
I was at my wonderful work trying to get some unsuspecting leads and to also do what I do best; make peoples day with cheerful comments and a pleasant smile. I stood outside that day, it was a bit warm and the breeze was a little balmy, strangely enough since I felt it no where else I felt this sweaty feeling on my chest… not out of the norm on a warmish hot day. I looked down to see if my work shirt was starting to show my perspiration yet; that is when I saw the worst thing in the world that could happen to a person while at work without a different shirt in the car other than getting crapped on by a seagull. I was not soaked with sweat or water; it was much worse and it had soaked through the shirt and on to my chest. I don’t know how long this horrible thing was their but I do know that not a soul had told me about this fairly embarrassing predicament. My second favorite pen gave way and was spewing black Pilot gel ink all down my grey work shirt. My favorite pen was MIA at the time and has since been found. I made a feeble attempt to cover the dollar bill size spill but to no avail the next four hours were spent with me standing around all inked up and no ones name to write down.
When I got home I promptly wrote pilot and explained to them how much I enjoy using their product and that I have used plenty of their pens ‘till they ran 
dry and occasionally bought a refill if the pen itself wasn’t to battered. It was actually a refill cartridge that had relived it self all over me. Pilot Pens promptly wrote me back and asked if I could send in the spoiled pen so that they could examine what had happen to their product. Yes I did not toss the broken pen, and well I wrapped it up so that the mail people wouldn’t get all inked up and sent the pen away. In less than a week it got a package in the mail with like eight pens two refill cartridges and an apology letter. Two days later I got a second package from Pilot Pens with a couple more pens in it, I think I will be set for a couple of years on pens now because I don’t let people run off with them. They are all the point 5mm tips and I prefer the .35mm tips but it is all good and I love how they write any how. I am a Pilot pen fan for life now and will always recommend the Pilot G2 pen to all of you guys. Get the point five or point 35 if you can find it and I am sure you will enjoy.
The ink came right off my skin in the shower though.
Sarah is working on getting the ink stain out now and I told her that lighter fluid or goo gone will do the trick so we will see how that goes. The ink came right off my skin in the shower though.
My favorite pen is the Pilot G2 limited pen in silver. I hope to hold on to it for a long time. I still have a Zippo lighter from years ago when I smoke cigarettes, which I am proud to announce that I am coming up on my two year mark for being smoke free and tobacco free; even though I still crave a Red man chew every now and again. I don’t know why since I only chewed it once ever six months or so. Luke my pal who in my mind, gave me the extra strength to quite has since gone back to smoking but I will stay smoke free at least till my seventies or eighties lol.
Okay it is time for me to get into a Net Flicks movie and maybe hit the hay since it is getting late.
Michael Trump America’s go getter
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Shut your mouth while you eat!
Do you or some one you know chew with your mouth open? Well if you are an open mouth chewer (for no other reason than you are just to flippin lazy to close your pie hole) while you devour globs of food. I cannot for the life of me understand why you think it is okay to show the world what is about to go into your stomach. Once food is in your mouth no one in their right mind wants to see your hear you chew like a fat cow. I hope this comes across as offensive as possible because what you are doing to others around your is much worse than I can put into words here. I know it may not be your fault that you chew with your mouth open. Maybe your parents chew their food like rabid dogs; drooling and foaming at the mouth while they try to ingest yesterday’s main course. Take a look around and try to notice haw gross it really is to see what is inside of someone else’s mouth as they chew. Even you gum chewers need to shut mouth while you comfort your self with that tasty lump of goop. I am sure that most of you need to have some formal training in proper eating etiquette. I can provide it at no charge to you, and will except tips from others around you when they notice that they actually have an appetite again. That’s right you are probably the main reason your other half doesn’t eat that much around you; they must be sickened by that sloppy way you eat. Its not because they “just aren’t hungry” it is because you are a nasty person who could change your life drastically for the better just by shutting your mouth while you chew. You’ll be amazed by how many people will sit by you when you eat and may even start to invite you out to eat again like they used to before they noticed that Neanderthalic way you chew. So please it is not to late to change your sickening ways, make a pledge today to your self and others around you that you will no long be the unmannered person of yesterday, you will no longer be laughed at behind your back. Today you will stand up and say, “I am not a loser who grosses everyone out around, today I start a new, and I WILL chew with my mouth shut!”
If you have a friend who should be reading this posting please forward it to him/her as soon as you can. If you would like to be more discrete about it; print this and leave it for them in a place where you know they will find it. You can email me their address and I will mail it to them or even email it if you so choose. But please help them so you can reignite your friendship once again. You and I both know the importance, of this matter at hand, and to delay notifying them of their horrible fallacy would be criminal on our part; we must act now to help them.
There are many websites online; that can help you or a friend with proper mannerisms in public and home alike. If you are a parent of someone who is not trained in proper public edict, you should feel ashamed that you have allowed you child to be laughed at in many situations; when your child is presenting themselves like wild animals. There is no time like now to start your child on the correct path, not only will this bring you less embarrassment and or ridicule it will give your child the chance to excel in the real world and wont be seen as any less of a person.
One thing that also goes along with open mouth chewing is talking with food in your mouth. Talking with your mouth open is not only gross; it is a real good way to choke and die. You have a higher risk of dying while talking with food in your mouth if you are home alone are gabbing some ones ear off on the phone. When food is in your mouth you should not be talking, because not only can you choke, you also spit food into the faces of others around you. If you haven’t been slapped you are really lucky, I promise it wont be long before someone snaps and busts a plate over your head.
Children, if your see that you are more mannered than your elders; don’t be afraid to laugh at them and tell them that they need to grow up and eat like a human. If they get mad it will only prove that you are the bigger person, don’t worry.
Everyone should strive to be the best that they can be, and you should start by chewing with your mouth shut. No one wants to bloody see it, and they probably hope you choke on that bolus of food when you are eating like a slob. Same goes for you gum chewers too.
Michael Trump
Michael Trump… after Luggnutt
Luggnutt has been gone for what feels like an eternity and I have had so many dreams about her. I will miss her forever.
So Sarah and I have been playing MAD LIBS a lot lately and have had some fun at it. Here is one I did yesterday.
My dream girl
The girl of my dreams has brown blonde hair scented like shoes. Her eyes are like two tight pools of pee. And her lips remind me of comfortable pants. Her skin is as smooth and lovely as tiny underwear, and she has a figure like Sarah. When she enters a room people always stare at her and say, “You squished my fucking balls! What a Boot cut woman!” Her sense of humor is always snug fitting, and people marvel at her sexy vocabulary. In my dreams I see her wearing a stubbly dress and a diamond chin hair in her hair. I would gladly give up all my butt cheeks for one evening with this long & strong female. Her name is MEAT NUGGET
Sarah and I went to the Junk yard the other day to just look around at all the decrepit old junked cars. I really wanted to see if my old Lincoln and Dotson 280z were still there rusting away along with everyone else’s trashed clunkers. While there I also wanted to find out if they happen to have any lower blinker lamps or my Lincoln Town Car; since mine was tragically destroyed when I had a blow out over
a year ago. “There is a blog about that in here too.” Well as we looked for my old cars Sarah realized she had to pee like crazy and didn’t want to just squat somewhere. Well I made her wait till we looked at all the junk and when I went to get tools for taking out the lower blinker lamp she peed. We didn’t see my old cars there so I guess they finally got crushed and recycled; at least they will always be some where. I got a couple of good looking pictures while we were there and I Sarah wasn’t in a hurry to pee I probably would have taken a bunch more. It is okay thought there is plenty of time for that. I am, by the way so excited that I have fixed the blinker lamp.
I have had my Lincoln for like three years now and have not had heat at all. This year I deiced to finally remedy that problem by installing a new heater core. This was a task that was way bigger than I expected and a bit easier than I thought it would have been. Changing the core took a long time to do only because there was a little bit of heater hose
still connected outside the fire wall and was strong enough to hold the core and all it’s housing in place so I couldn’t remove it. My neighbor came over to see what I was doing and saw that I was having a bit of trouble getting the core’s housing out and took a look to see if he could help. He wasn’t sure but cut off the little bit of hose and well everything came right out. I am so excited to have heat in the car now. Sarah was even cool enough to help me complete this worth while task. It was a nice break for me since I exhausted from taking out the, what felt like, four hundred screws. Now I just need new tires and the Lincoln will be good as gold.
This past weekend Sarah and I went to her mom’s house for my birthday which I pleasantly shared with Mikey, Sarah’s brother. Sunday we went to Disney World to see the light show but they weren’t running Sunday for some reason. Before we went to Disney we went to a place called Swan Lake and feed the birds. Check out the album there are so really cool pictures of the Swans.
I joined Facebook again today against my better judgment, I have a myspace but all my friends seem to think Facebook is so much better. I don’t see how at all. I guess you can find me by my name on there Michael Trump. See ya soon.
well until next time
Michael Trump
I said hand it to me!
So I guess I have a few things to write about tonight, one of them is a little odd but it was odd for me to see and hear.
Just the other day I stopped at a local fuel station to get some gas for the Lincoln. As I waited in line to prepay for my gas there was an adorable couple in front of me; I admired them and was happy to know that I had the same relationship with my love Sarah. Tough Sarah generally waits in the car for me because we have Macey with us, this couple was together inside. This guy in front of me, his turn in line came up, he handed the cashier a one hundred dollar bill to prepay twenty dollars in gas. Now I am sure as a rule most gas stations don’t take hundred dollar bills to often; they like fifty or less in the drawer, I think I read that often on the window when I go inside most gas stations. So I am sure some amount of kindness was coming from the stores associate when he accepted the large note and only checked to see if the security strip was inside to ensure authenticity. The cashier place the bill on the register after ringing up the sale and counted back three twenty dollar bills and two tens placing them in a tight fan shape on the counter as so the recipient of the change could see he was getting back and accurate amount of money. As the associate place the hundred dollar bill into the secure part of the register the guy who had given him the large bill spoke up in an agitated voice, “I handed you a hundred.” The store employee looked at him dumbfounded as I would have to and said “yes you did, and you prepaid twenty and I gave you back eighty.” I was looking at the customer a little odd now, because at the same time his other half was hanging on him and smiling all in love like he repeated himself with some sternness this time, “I Handed you a Hundred!” With his hand held out and his palm up he began to motion his fingers, as to have the store employee pick up the counted moneys and place them in his hand. I was stunned at the situation unfolding right before my eyes, never had a seen a man so narcissistic before in my life. He really wanted the cashier to pick up the money and hand it to him. I started to chuckle as the stores most humble employee did as the self-important man asked with out hesitation once he realized what was being asked of him. The narcissist and his, I hope, better half left the store to go pump their minuscule amount of fuel. I stepped up for my go at the cashier, I handed him my money and said, “it all goes in the drawer I don’t want any of it back pump two please, I would have said your money is in front of you now move along.” I left the store and went to pump my gas, the couple who thought their hands could never go as far as to pick up their own money had yet to start pumping their gas, them man opened the door for his lady friend and then went to fill is car, a newer Cadillac might I add rims and all. I was still in shock of the situation and still am, I know quite often when I hand some one a large bill they count it back to me and place it all on the counter. Again I was always sure it must have been some kind of rule, you know there are those slight of hand people who can some how make it look like you counted wrong and guess what once the money is in their hands your count is final, because they can count back to you what ever they want. But if you count it out on to the counter in front of the camera your count will be accurate as long as you know how to count money. I just wanted to share my astonishment with you all. Don’t let any one push you around if you do something one way all the time then keep doing it and don’t feel bad if you offend one narcissistic fool. Just take a step back and give them a good laughing.
Sarah and I went swimming in my step dad’s pool last week and we had some good fun
with Macey and Rich. We dunked Macey a few times after blowing in her face to make sure she held her breath and wouldn’t suck up any water. Macey had fun, well she didn’t cry at all while we were swimming or even after dunking her; so that, to me, means she had fun. Rich let us use his under water camera so that we could catch the moment under water. Some one should have take a picture of me dunking him.
A few weeks ago Sarah and I went to see the sun-set up and Hudson beach, we brought a pick-nick dinner with us consisting of peanut butter & jelly sandwiches and cool aid; it was a perfect dinner for a perfect sun-set. If you don’t think so them enjoy your miserable life and avoid human contact if you can. We brought Macey’s walker with us so she could run around under the pavilion and not be so board while her mom and I enjoyed the evening. Macey took that as an opportunity to meet as many old people as she could by running into their feet with the walker. They didn’t seem to mind her intrusions, in fact the kind of encouraged it by crouching down and calling her to them. Macey and Sarah got to play in the sand and I got to take lots of pictures. Wow the sky looked awesome and I love how my pictures of Sarah and Macey turned out.
Here in the next week or so I have to head on down to my extern site and say hi to Mariella and every one else. I miss it there and sometimes wish I were still on my externs. Mariella wrote me an email letting me know that a patient had written the hospital about me. At first I was afraid to read on, but as I did, I was shocked to see that the patient had written about how great I had made their stay there at the hospital. I get to go pick up the letter to put with my personal records and hang out for a bit with the people who helped me so much in echo. Don’t worry I am still studying for my nationals.
Luggnutt is still alive and kicking, though she still progressively getting worse her symptoms have slowed; by that I mean she 
hasn’t developed anymore heart tugging problems. She still loves marshmallows though. She is starting to follow me around more and more and is trying to get close to a reluctant Sarah. Lugg, I think, knows she is getting old and is trying to get as much love in as she can before she says goodbye. She will always be my little puppy.
Goodnight and good riddance
Michael Trump
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
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah
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!
Old Time Radio
Old Time Radio
Old Time Radio shows are a fantastic piece of modern history that is slowly being forgotten despite the efforts of those who find them fascinating. Radio shows were not just a talk show, they were so much more; radio shows were a play with no stage, a television episode with no picture; radio is its own medium that gives the listeners imagination a wonderful workout. Drama, comedy, soap operas, mystery, and science fiction were all played out over the air; the actors voices combined with state of the art sound effects created a story that would paint the listener a vivid picture of what the actors were going through, a suspenseful adrenalin rush when the hero was in trouble could always expected. Old time radio had a good run though out its short history and deserves recognition; from the beginning to its end Old Time Radio entertained all classes of people who listened, and still listen to today.
When radio first came out it was just for hobbyists; when the hobbyists got bored, they started playing records over their hams (a simple short or long range radio), which led to a new medium for comedians like Jack Benny and Eddie Cantor to perform. With comedians opening the doors to this medium they pioneered “situational comedy” and soon writers found themselves compelled to write for this new form of entertainment, and so was born the radio show. Family’s found themselves around the radio every night to find out what was going to happen to their favorite radio character; the afternoons of the 30’s, 40’s, and 50’s were filled with soap operas for the house wives to listen, as their television descendents do today. Sadly once television took off, radio show funding dwindled, big productions moved to television causing large gaps in airtime to form; once again stations started playing records signaling the death of the radio show.
Although television killed the radio god, much of the radio’s life was transformed into something that is still recognizable today; many radio shows became television shows (Gunsmoke and Dragnet come to mind) and a select few were even granted a chance at the silver screen. One of the most famous shows that took the chance of reincarnation to the silver screen was “The War of the Worlds”; a novel turned radio show, so well adapted that it had the power to scare a nation during its original Halloween broadcast in 1938. In 1953 “The War of the Worlds” made its first big screen appearance, and once again in an updated 2005 version; its not the only radio show that has made it to today’s version of the entertainment world, but it was my first introduction to our American radio history, causing this fantastic curiosity toward old radio shows.
About a year ago I found myself so curious about how the original “The War of the Worlds” sounded that I had to find a copy of the original broadcast; I found a copy online, listened to it and was not impressed. I did not want to let one show spoil all the hype that my grandparents and elderly friends had built up in me so I continued to seek out different shows that were preformed during that time frame and soon found myself engulfed in a whole new world that ran parallel to HDTV and Xbox360; my television only came on for “House MD”; my Xbox360 must really be missing me too. From ITunes to Xm satellite radio, I found that Old Time Radio is every where if you just look for it. I have grown fond of a few shows and one in particular; “Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar” (CBS, 1949-52) the man with the action packed expense account. He is not just a gum-shoe, but a freelance insurance investigator who solves crimes by putting together clues, interviewing suspects, and gut hunches.
Now as much as I enjoy Johnny Dollar, his show is not the only one I listen to; my ITunes radio runs all day and all night so that I can enjoy all the different shows and writing styles that were so prominent in the early days of radio. Detective stories as a whole are really my cup of tea, I also like the science fiction stories played in the line up one ITunes. When my Nana visits she too enjoys remembering how entertainment used to be when she was younger. Our American radio history is such an extraordinary history that it should not become just noise stored away in a museum somewhere. It is not just the history of our radio that should be told; the stories that were told over the air are just as important. These stories, I am so glad still are being aired today, and I hope that my children can enjoy them just as I have, the same way my grandparents did.
Michael Trump
Michael Trump 