Eat Your Meat
Check this out. Since Christmas, I have lost thirty pounds. I have been slowly gaining weight since recovering from COVID in January 2021. This Christmas, we got the kids a VR, and in the midst of trying it out and playing some intensive games, I got pretty winded and had some extreme palpitations. These palpitations forced me to take a close look at my health. While looking at family pictures, my eyes were opened to how large I had gotten, and I knew I needed to start making a change. Several years leading up to moving to Alabama, I had pretty healthy eating habits. While I maintained much of those habits, I had allowed myself to indulge in food that tasted great but may have been nutritionally empty. I would eat anytime I was hungry, late at night, and what the kids left on their plates because I didn’t want it to go to waste. My weight slowly climbed, and I’m sure I had breached 250 pounds. While such weight might not seem all that much, it was more than I liked carrying around. After playing with the kids for a short time, it would wear me out, and my Onewheel could no longer carry me on trails.
I had a CT after COVID, and my liver was noted as large and fatty. One of the docs that looked over my CT was pretty worried about the incidental finding since I am not a heavy drinker. He wanted me to drop some weight and exercise to help my lungs heal. My liver got in the way of my echo after COVID and another after my run of SVT (fast heart rate). I knew I had to do something about my health, but I just kept saying, “Tomorrow, I’ll start tomorrow; I just want one my snack.” It was this internal dialog that was keeping me from making better choices.
What have I done? Where am I? Am I okay? I am doing great. As I said, I have lost 30 pounds, probably more, since I didn’t start weighing myself until about two weeks into my lifestyle change. I still have a way to go, but I am satisfied with where I am now. I have gone Carnivore, yes, nothing but meat. A few “celebrities” mentioned this lifestyle change and that they had never felt better. I started doing some research and found many family physicians, cardiologists, and neurologists promoting the elimination of all plants from the diet. The thought of not consuming vegetation took me aback. Won’t I get sick if I only eat meat? Will I ever poop again? I have been told my whole life I needed a high-fiber diet because it’s good for me. These doctors, who have active practices, recommend just giving it a try, giving it at least 120 days. I was already unhealthy and not feeling great; what were another 120 days?
I had diarrhea, constipation, and sometimes both simultaneously in the first fourteen days. I ate some spinach and collards every other day to try to help with these issues because I feared that my body wasn’t smart enough to handle the changes I was implementing and requiring it. I did some more searching and made some adjustments to the ratio of fat and protein. I found a sweet spot in my gut. Next, I was worried that it didn’t seem like I was evacuating as much as I was putting in, and maybe I was backing myself up. No, I was absorbing the food I was eating, but also losing weight. I was consuming smaller volumes of food without reducing calories.
Eating high fat with quality protein, your brain will realize cessation sooner than a modern high-carb diet or the standard American diet. My volume of food consumption has plummeted, as has my need for the bathroom. I used to go three times a day, and now maybe it’s twice a week; I’m in and out, leaving just a little bit behind.
My mood and ability to navigate stress are like nothing I have experienced before. I generally have a feeling of well-being, and when things aren’t going the way I want, it takes little to adapt and work through the stressor. I wake up ten to fifteen minutes before my alarm clock and fall asleep faster. There were many times I would eat shortly before bed and then couldn’t fall asleep because my heart would be racing from the spike in blood sugar. This doesn’t happen anymore, not once since I have dropped all carbs. I don’t get tired after eating, and I am not looking for snacks ten minutes after dinner since the cessation achieved by eating meat and fat can keep you feeling full longer.
Having this new feeling about myself, I tell everyone. It’s like I’m getting vegan traits; you know how they have to say to all meat eaters they are killing the world and themselves. Except I am telling everyone how great I feel and that meat is good for them. Well, I started telling the docs I work with how much weight I have lost and how great I feel. They ordered, and I had a blood test that day to check my cholesterol. My total was pretty high, as was my LDL (the supposed bad cholesterol), and I was told I needed to be on a statin before I left work. This scared me, and instead of jumping on a pill, I did some more digging. My triglycerides were 60, my LDL was 220, and my HDL was like 58. As it turns out, this ratio does not put me at cardiovascular risk. They have also removed LDL as a risk factor for such incidents.
While I am thankful to have someone I work with care so much about my health, they are still insistent that I lower my LDL; his partner ordered a CAC, which is a coronary artery calcium score that shows calcified plaque in the heart and can generally predict risk for future infarction. I scored a zero; this means I have little to no risk of having a heart attack over the next ten years. It also gives me the confidence to try this lifestyle change for a good time without worrying about irreparable damage.
At the time when I underwent a CT scan, I had already been making positive changes in my life for five months. The scan revealed that my liver had reduced in size, which was a good sign. However, there was some scarring that had resulted from COVID, which was a bit concerning. Thankfully, my breathing has improved significantly since losing weight, and I am hopeful that by regularly achieving periods of autophagy, my body can repair some of the damage in my lungs.
I have also started mouth taping; at first, it was because I was curious after seeing ads and videos on YouTube. I bought a month’s supply of Hostage Tape and have been mouth-taping for almost two weeks. I don’t see much of a difference in my sleep. I have been sleeping great since losing so much weight, anyhow. But. I am not snoring now. The first night Sarah said I woke her up with some nasal snoring, and that was it. I skipped the tape this last weekend and didn’t snore those two nights. Maybe my mouth is getting used to being closed at night. No, the tape doesn’t pull out my facial hair. I’m unsure if I will keep up the mouth taping, but I will probably bring it while traveling, like on a plane. I always fall asleep while flying and wake myself up snoring. I feel bad for the people who sit next to me.
But Michael, this sounds crazy. What about going out to eat? I order just meat. It honestly doesn’t bother me. Fast food? I order just meat. Dinner with the family? I just eat the meat until I am full. Don’t you get tired of having the same thing every night? Nope. Isn’t eating all that meat expensive? I spend about $20 a day total on my food. I could get away with $8 most days. Yes, that is the total I spend a day on all my food intake. I fast about 22 hours daily, which is a fancy way of saying I only eat once daily. I fill up at dinner and am not really hungry until the next day at dinner time. I will occasionally get hungry around 8-10 am; this is when our circadian rhythm produces a little more cortisol, creating a feeling of hunger. After that initial feeling is ignored, the rest of the day is a breeze.
I turn forty-two this year and am starting to feel as good as I did in my twenties. I credit this to not eating food that doesn’t nourish my body and starting some, and by some, I mean a little, weight lifting. I’m going to increase the lifting of heavy things this summer. My mental clarity has improved, making school easier when studying and taking tests.
If you’re looking to truly enhance your life and well-being, I strongly recommend exploring the carnivore diet instead of keto. By consuming solely meat, you can experience a range of benefits that can truly transform your health. And if you’re struggling with snoring, don’t hesitate to try mouth-taping – it can make a huge difference for both you and your partner. Luckily, there are plenty of resources available for those interested in making these lifestyle changes, and the community is incredibly supportive of one another. Although I’m personally a bit introverted to engage with them, I’ve observed firsthand the positive impact they can have on one’s well-being.
I will update you with some pictures of my progress soon.
Brass Hook
Brass Hook
A Michael Lee short story
July 28, 18
J.P. Grant, the great great great grandson of Ulysses Grant (okay 7 generations since U.S. Grant), is 36 years old and not truly doing much with his life other than working a nine to five dead-end job, growing old, and putting the minimum into his retirement fund against his mother’s weekly encouragements. He has a five-acre homestead and a few livestock animals that cost more than they are worth. His father stops by most days to tend to the animals while J.P. is at work, has been known to name the chickens here and there, and only charges a few eggs a day for his services.
J.P. Grant woke late Saturday morning, like most other Saturdays this year; still drunk from the night before and head spinning. He rolled out of bed, tangled in worn cotton sheets onto the floor; his head hitting the nightstand on the way down before his arms could free themselves from the sleep-made straight jacket, created after a night of drunkenly tossing and turning. Pushing the nightstand over with his head, his phone and lamp crashed to the carpet with him; he groaned with regret, had no desire to untangle himself, or to get up off the cool floor. Grant lay there on the soft matted carpet saying to himself for the first time “never again.”
His phone lay on the ground, the speaker as close to his ear canal as possible without actually being in his ear, began to ring at full volume. Grant rolled over with a start; struggled to untangle his arms and lifting himself up on his elbows threw up in his mouth a little bit, swallowed then grabbed his phone and said hoarsely. “Hello, mom.”
“Where the hell are you John Paul? Have you been smoking cigarettes? You sound like you’ve been smoking! Your dad’s birthday is today and you two were supposed to go fishing! Remember?” She said as unhappily as any mom could sound when her son misses an important outing with dad.
“Mom, I don’t smoke and Dad’s birthday is tomorrow, not today.”
“No John! It’s today! You are five hours late; your dad said just come out to the lake and he will come to get you in the boat. Maybe you can salvage his day. So get your ass up and go meet your father before I come over there! Don’t forget his present either, you forgot it last year, and even though he didn’t say anything I just know it hurt him.” She exclaimed.
“Okay ma, I’ll be there in a little while. Can you call him and tell him I’ll be there?” Grant asked knowing that if he called his dad, he’d be told not to worry about coming so late in the morning.
“Yes, J. P. I’ll let him know you are on your way.”
Grant got along with his parents pretty well and didn’t actually mind going fishing with his pops a few times a year. He didn’t forget the present this year either. A brass fishing hook with “Love you Dad” engraved along the side of it. So yeah, not a real hook. It’s one of the hat clip hooks but J.P. got a quality one that his dad wouldn’t mind keeping around for a while.
Grant got up off the floor, not stepping too far from his bed, looked around his room for a clean shirt to wear. He hadn’t always been so messy, or even a drunk, seeing his room like this made him feel gross inside. His eyes still a little blurry, mouth dry and filmy he could feel the room spin just a little before falling to the bed and going back to dreamless drunken slumber.
“Hey, son. Wake up. We need to talk.” Grants father said calmly as he gently rocked his son’s shoulders as to not surprise the sleeping young man half off the bed like he had just fallen there.
Grant opened his eyes a little thinking he was dreaming, then sprang up shouting. “ah shit dad I am so frickin sorry! I didn’t mean to go back to bed for real. What time is it?”
Grant’s father looked at him brokenheartedly, chin down he said. “It’s 3pm son.”
“Hey dad, you know, let me get cleaned up, maybe we can go get an early dinner or something, please let me make it up to you.”
“That sounds good but we still need to have a little talk before we go anywhere okay.”
Grant nodded his head, grabbed the clothes he attempted to put on earlier, and rushed to the shower leaving his dad in the bedroom doorway still glum-looking.
“Hey Dad, how did you get in the house?” Grant yelled from the shower. His father didn’t yell anything back and Grant figured he was a bit too far to hear him or was watching the news by now. Grant got out of the shower just as the steam finished filling the bathroom, dried off with a towel that still smelled fresh from the laundry mat then took a blow dryer to the bathroom mirror to dry away the fog. J.P. Grant didn’t have the dad-bod of his friends and still checked himself out in the mirror after every shower, asking himself where the beach was and what the shape of the world was even on his worst days.
“Hey, dad, where you want to eat?” Grant said while trying to shave off a week’s worth of hair with a two-dollar razor. He finished getting ready skipping the hair gel and settling for the trucker hat his dad got him last Christmas, blank with just a patch sewn on the front displaying a colorful rooster, and headed to the kitchen passing his living room where his dad was patiently watching the news, turned up just loud enough to drowned out a shower, waiting for his only son to hurry along. Grant rifled through the fridge trying to find something to drink to get the strange taste out of his mouth. Two cans of cola sat in the back of the fridge. One of the cans said in cursive along its side “Share one with dad.” Grant rolled his eyes and said to himself “just rub it in why don’t you.”
“Hey dad, you never said how you got in or where you want to go eat,” Grant said curiously as he walked from the kitchen to the living room sitting on the couch across from his recliner that his dad was occupying. His dad’s head was down and his eyes were closed and a house key on his knee. Grant smiled, cracked open the can just right to make it noisy but not spray soda everywhere, took a sip of his drink, and looked around at his clean house. “Hey there sleepy head, you cleaned my whole fricken house? I’m going to miss more family gatherings if you keep that up.”
Grant sat back and smiled; he was holding the brass fishing hook so when his dad looked up he wouldn’t be able to miss it. Thinking to himself, “Shit, my dad can be so damn cool sometimes.” His dad just lay reclined back as still as could be, the news lady on TV was complaining about something, and Grants eyes grew big body lunging forward.
“Oh fuck… DAD!”
Why you so mean Michael?
You know what?
More often than not, I don’t want to bother or be bothered by anyone, and it’s not for any other reason than; I’m introverted as hell and I am content just doing what I need to do to get through the day and don’t mind being lost in my own world. I love taking pictures- pictures of the world through a glass lens for free and pictures of really sick hearts with piezoelectric crystals for a fee. I like sick hearts because I know that the person will most likely be on a vent and I won’t have to talk to anyone, (except on days when the nurses feel extra chatty about the last tech who just ruined their day because they were oh so busy and the tech was oh so needy {nod my head and smile}). These extra sick patients also tend to, but not always, have other underlying problems that most people don’t want to deal with in a normal shift (TB, C-Diff, or the ever dreaded scabies) so I take them with glee in my heart. I feel like as I get older I could go an entire day without saying a word to anyone, except when it comes to AIDET, and no one would be the wiser. I’m actually trying it out in small amounts here and there as a test to my will power to remain silent and to not get myself fired when all I wanted to do was work and not talk about how our new sanitizing wipes are turning our brand new machines cigarette smoke yellow from their original medical grade white.
Hmmm. I almost really don’t even feel like writing this here right now.
Today I get to work ready to rock and roll after stopping at Publix to get some eye drops, and there it is, the same old same, no one is doing enough, work harder, give us more, do this and don’t do that or else and then a well written “GO TEAM GO!”. That isn’t how I wanted to start my shift. I’d prefer just saying hi to our great secretaries, maybe bat my eyes at them so they smile at my ugly mug and page me when there are cool stat studies that need to be done, getting my supplies, cleaning my machine if someone else touched it while I was away at jury duty, and going to work. Really, there are times I feel like I am losing my love for what I do when the chiefs forget we are working with sick humans who have people who love and care for them looking over our shoulders asking ten thousand questions and not just numbers on a computer screen. They see an MRN and I see a grandma ready to leave her grandkids forever, they see one more test for the bottom line and I see someone who had a clot found by echo, then dissolved with meds and can now go home after one last look inside and a high five. I don’t want to lose feeling of holy crap that guy who is doing laps around the unit today because I called a doctor about something I saw and didn’t let him off the phone until he said he’ll call someone as soon as we hang up, but if I won’t let him off the phone there is nothing he can do. “Use your cell phone I’m staying on the line.”
Today, some, my wife and kids, coworkers, that homeless guy who asked for a sip of my coffee, could say I was walking around with a chip on my shoulder. (I didn’t sleep well last night and calling out isn’t an option.) Half way through the day while chanting to myself “I need to shave my face to save a life, 8 shaves a day keeps the bankers away.” I had to go to the heart transplant unit to do an echo on a post transplant patient. Some post transplants have awesome pictures and some make you want to quit your job. This lady I had to do – we will call Betsy (after my dog whom I like a lot… give me a break. I needed a name and the dog was biting my ponytail so bam). Betsy was laying in the oh so comfortable hospital bed with blinders on trying to catch some z’s and here I come with my big fancy brand new yellow and white machine. Betsy was happy to see me since she had been waiting for an echo for a couple days now. I introduced myself and she remembered me from before her transplant. Yes I get to see the before and afters a lot. I set up my machine, hooked up my lead wires to synchronize my cine loops to her heart, lubed up the probe with freezing cold gel and started the echo. Betsy lay there asleep; while imaged her heart, I was about fifteen pictures in to the test and I hit the continuous wave Doppler and Betsy hears her new heart for the first time. Continuous Wave Doppler listens to the blood moving inside a persons heart along a chosen beam path and creates an audible sound that can be heard by anyone near enough to care.
She gasps for air, says “Is that my heart?” while quickly lifting her blindfold to see what I was seeing. I say “yes that’s your heart”.
I turn the over sized and underused screen so she can see better; I exit out of Doppler and showed her the black and white grainy 2 dimensional image of her new heart. I tell her what she sees is her heart in motion and I don’t make eye contact with her as she begins to weep. She rested her hand on my hand that held the imaging probe and, she sobbed and asked again “Is that really my heart? It’s so beautiful.”
She cried some more and I held the image for her to see as long as she desired. A few minutes past and as her breathing normalized I was about to continue my study and she asked. “Can I hear it again?”
“Heck yeah you can.”
I turned up the volume and Dopplered the heck out of her heart. I took my time imaging Betsy’s heart while she cried herself to sleep today because my time with her was way more important than a “we expect eight studies a day damnit.”
Betsy expected one study today and that is what I gave her. This lady got to see and hear her new heart pump her blood through her body and will never forget that. (she recorded a few seconds on her cell phone.)
Betsy is why I do echos, vent patients keep me away from the masses and my coworkers so they only think I’m a jerk and not given the chance to see me be a jerk.
Introverted empaths unite… well maybe tomorrow.
Winston Smith
Why did you choose the career path you took? Was it for money? Was it for glory? How about passion? Did you choose what you do by need? Or because it’s the family thing to do? Was there no other choice for you? Do you do what you do out of love? When you get up for work are you happy? Are you ready to make a difference in someone’s life? Even if it’s just making someone’s day with a smile, a drink, a hug, or a service that they cannot perform themselves? Are you an entrepreneur, leading your life, family and possible employees down a road to success? Are you a corporate employee who has the freedom the empower yourself and others to greatness? Do you work for a higher power? Do they know you love what you do?
Or are you sadly just a resource used and unappreciated week after week? Are you held back from empowering others? Are you discouraged for talking to coworkers, customers or other that could slow your work by minutes? Guilted away from taking vacations or better opportunities? Do you worry week to week if you’ll be replaced by younger, faster, cheaper cogs in the machine? Does your family see the weight on your shoulders? Are you told there is no money for raises but the boss just got a new car/truck/boat? Is there always that person over your shoulder making sure you’re doing things right.
Are you just a resource?
Did you get into your field to be forgotten?
I know I didn’t want to be forgotten, I want people say “send us Michael!” I went to school, was educated, fell in love with what I do and love making a difference in people’s lives. I am more than just a resource. 
I love to make the sick smile, it makes my day when family members say “He/She hasn’t slept in days. How did you do that?” Or “I loved talking with you, and I wouldn’t mind if you came sat with me for a little while when you clock out.” I am not an entrepreneur but I treat my day to day like I am my own business. My name is attached to my work forever and I treat it that way too. I want my self to succeed in turn my employer will succeed. I own it because I want to own it, not because I’m told to own it. I am not just a resource! We are not just resources to be thrown away when the need has been met.
Sadly though, our fear of failure, our responsibility to our home, and our all to American consumer spending has made us all vulnerable to management treating us like cogs in the machine. They hold us to our end of the employment process but shy away when we ask for our promised goods. We are given time off but can’t use it when its convenient for us, (Turkey week, two weeks for Hanukkah, box day, New Years, Independence from the crown week and so on) instead we are guided into taking it when they want us too like it was our idea.
I am not above the fears of most. More often than not I feel that my position has been transformed from cardiac sonographer to resources for access of care. I was hired at a wage to match responsibility and now without renegotiating wages my responsibility was compelled to change for a very real fear of starving to death. A thing that I love has been turned to my grind stone, changes come down the pipe and we are told those changes have always been that way. I refrain from taking time off because when there is twenty something others trying to find their week of freedom I let them have it since know how much they need that time away. I, like most dream about success; there’s only one way to get it though.
Jump!
Work harder than the rest, when given an opportunity to get ahead, grab it like a kid grabs a kitten that wanders to close. When you’re home work on it. When you’re board work on it. There is a way to do your job better, find that way. Read books and articles written by leaders in your field. Learn how they got ahead. Don’t ever say I can’t. If you can’t trust your immediate leaders, move on. Tighten your belt and leave behind what you can’t take with you. Just jump. Pack it up and go, find your home, even if it is just a room above an antiques shop. Don’t let your passion become your ball and chain.
Ask for the stars when you just want the moon.
(Colations 3:22-25
22 Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh; not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but in singleness of heart, fearing God: 23 And whatsoever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; 24 Knowing that of the Lord, and not unto men; 24 Knowing that of the Lord you shall receive the reward of the inheritance: for you serve the Lord Christ. 25 But he that doeth wrong shall receive for the wrong which he hath done: and there is no respect of persons.)
Foreal though, follow the rules, spend time alone with the Lord, he’ll take you places you never imagined
So why did I write this? I don’t know. Maybe just working things out inside. Maybe I’m tired of feeling like cog in the global machine #hermitlife #winstonsmith
Under the House… Wait what?
As you all know we now live in Alabama and have been up here for just over a year. Ihave also really really really slacked on writing here for you. I keep a paper journal now and don’t often feel the need to write in two or three places.
Just to catch you up quickly.
When we first moved to B’ham; Sarah and I rented a house in Irondale. A quaint little place where the city has control over the garbage and the water, yet Birmingham has rights to my sewage. Garbage was almost twice what I was paying in Florida, and the base water cost was way more than Florida. If you pay your bill any other way than check, you are charged a service fee. (Same with almost every thing here in Alabama). Our garbage pickup was Monday and Wednesday!! Monday and Wednesday for real. Mondays can would be over flowing and Wednesdays can would have one tiny bag. Rent was high and we had to have a pest company come out and spray three weeks in a row before we even unpacked. You could see through the old wooden door and there were squirrels living in the attic. No we didn’t check the place out all that well before we moved up there. Six months of not letting our kids play near the street for fear they would get flattened by a car doing 50 in a 25, we bought our beautiful little house in Gardendale. I scored two acres and a tiny three bedroom house in the low 100$. Now the kids can run everywhere and we have little to worry about. (except when Harvey and Fuzzy go for a walk and get picked up by two little old ladies who promptly call the police and have Harvey returned home). The kids have found our stream to be one of the greatest things in the world and are playing in it or near it everyday the weather is permitting .
This house we now own is great. No where near the size we want or need but man the yard is perfect. I have lots of projects ahead of me and have tackled two thus far. First being repairing and replacing part of the old AC duct work. We bought the house while it was still cold out and once it really got hot outside I always found the crawl space to be very cold. One hot day while exploring under the house I found out that there were hand size holes in 
the joints where the systemic duct work branched from the main AC duct run. On this half of the house are four feeder ducts. One to my room, one to the master bathroom and two feeding the living room. One of the living room ducts wasn’t connected at all and I could put my hand between the main duct and the feeder duct. The picture here is the feeder to my room. This arm was just as gross on the inside as it was on the outside. You will see in the video that I was surprised to find out that the center of this arm here wasn’t connected to itself and where it was connected up at the room, air leaked all around the floor. The ducts going to the master bath and the second living room were connected pretty well and only needed to be rewrapped with insulation. At that point I understood why I had a $300 electric bill and no money in my pocket.
I went to Lowes and found some stuff that looked like Green Energy Barrier. A product that I used to sell and install. This foil stuff works great in attics and figured it would be perfect for wrapping my old ducts. I found some putty and knew I could makeshift some patches for the giant holes that were keeping the crawl space colder than the house. In no time at all I had patches made and good portions of the ducting wrapped. With such a quick fix I didn’t record any of it. I wanted the patch work to dry and another pay check to come my way before I would go back under the house and finish what I had started. A week later I got back under the house and was astonished by how much water was on the ground and all over my AC ducts. Gallons of
water dripped from my newly hung insulation mud squished under my shoes and my face was red with anger. What
could I do? I am not an experienced Hvac person so I called my best bud Jonny and told him of all that I was going through. See he is an experience Hvac person and even though I tried to get him to come up here to help and he 
wouldn’t, I still love him and wanted to hear what he had to say. He told me that the old insulation was most likely the cause for all the condensation on the new stuff but that doesn’t make all that much sense to me. Jonny also suggested ripping down all the old crap and getting some flex duct. I said I would love to but Lowes doesn’t carry it. (well none that I could find anyhow) “Home Depot has it though”. He exclaimed. Then chastised me for going to Lowes at all. I examined my old AC stuff and went to Home Depot. I check out all that they had to offer and couldn’t believe that I hadn’t gone there in the first place. They had everything that I thought I would need and then some. I knew this would be an opportunity for me to learn and wanted to video my journey so maybe others could learn what to and what not to do while repairing and replacing old ducting. To be honest this was not a hard task and really I enjoyed working on my own house. I know this video is long but watch it once and use it for a reference while you change out your old duct work. If you have any questions I try to be pretty quick in my responses.
Some supplies you will need whether you are in the attic or under your house.
- Goggles
- Gloves and protective covering for your arms and legs
- Light, lots of light. (Don’t place hot lamps near flammable objects. If you are not sure if an object is flammable don’t put your lamp near it.)
- Face mask
- tin snips
- screwdrivers
- hammer
- scissors
- duct tape and or gorilla tape
- razor knife
- metal hangar straps (found in plumbing)
- screws appropriate for your task
- duct putty
- paint spatula
- Flex duct
- measuring tape
- zip ties or adjustable pipe clamps
- great stuff super expanding foam (to fill in where you cant reach)
So I am sure I may have forgotten some stuff but (let me know and I’ll add it later.)
I figure after watching both videos you should be pretty well armed to do your own work. If you have to go in the attic and it is already hot outside. Leave your AC running and just let it blow the cold air into your work area. The few dollars it costs you is well worth your life. Also remember to stay on the rafters and never step into the insulation.
Duct tape and putty will seal just about anything so if you get stuck just remember you can always add more tape. Check for nails and sharp objects before laying out your new flex ducts. once it is in place try to never touch it again the foil does become fragile after a while.
- Michael the Trump
I haven’t for one day forgotten about you. I wonder how you are. Have you ever even had the chance to miss me or ever wonder how I am. I know one day not to far from now our paths will cross and we will have the world to catch up on. I just hope your not to set in your ways to get to know your family here. Your brothers and sister see your pictures on the wall and every once in a while ask who you are and I tell them everything I know. Some times I pray that your mom would email me some updated pictures of you so that I could see how you have grown. God Bless I hope you are growing up with some Trump brains and soul.
xoxoxoxo
Terrible three crashes in one night in Holiday FL
Last night was crazy! I believe it was the most traumatic experience I have witnessed in the short time that I have been on this planet. A series of three accidents that change many lives in just an instant.
Yesterday; I got a text from my mom, who lives a couple of miles away from me, asking if Sarah was working. I told her she was, and that I would let her know Mom was trying to get a hold of her. My mom was looking to get Sarah to pick up dinner for my Nana. I don’t know what my parents are doing that prevented them from picking up food, but who really cares, I was it was for my Nana. I took the kids to get food for dinner, and from there went to trade them with my wife at work for work (she worked first shift, I’m working second shift). Sarah was pissed I bought dinner because now she had to cook instead of getting fast food from where my Nana was getting her food. Well I wanted healthy food for dinner, so I told her I would be going to Winn Dixie to get grub.
At dinner time (around 7 when the night stock guy came in) I went over to Winn Dixie and got what I needed to fill my empty pit, some call a belly. As I pulled into my parking spot back at work I saw a multi-car accident in the south bound side of US 19. There was a guy in a button up shirt and slacks running from his car to the car that caused the horrific string of events about to unwind in front of us. The distance between his car and the other was over 150 feet, and two other smashed cars, (4 cars total) all in the southbound lanes. He was 150 feet plus past the light heading south the girl that caused all this was 5 feet or so from the light at the intersection of 19 and alt 19. Like it will ever matter but the alleged driver was Brittany Anello, she had a blood alcohol level of .177. She was trashed, and was trying to argue with people at the scene. She wasn’t taking any responsibility for her actions. Meanwhile EMTs showed up they carted off a pregnant lady that said she could no longer see out of one of her eyes. Someone else left right after and then people from the car that caused this were hauled off also (I believe) the scene was settling down and I went inside to eat. I cashed out Brie (our day bartender) out for the evening and did some laundry upstairs for the lounge.
When I got back downstairs and took my position by the front door; I heard a bang and thought the tow trucks were finally leaving. I wanted to see them off, so I stepped outside, and instead of seeing departing tow trucks, I see a motorcycle on its side and two people blocking traffic. They were not the riders of the bike; they were saving him from being run over by speeding motorists. A nurse looking person began to aid the cyclist Mark V. Berry. Mark was riding with his father for a Sunday evening ride. As they passed our entrance way off of 19; his front brake caliper locked up causing him to go over the handlebars much like what would happen on a normal bicycle, its just he was doing 60 miles an hour or so from what was being said right there. Everyone heard a pop sound then he went flying, Mark landed on his head and stop moving. I thought he was dead, right there in front of me. His father was by his side but the first responders (who were from the first accident) were pushing him back. Mr Berry tossed his helmet to the ground and broke down into tears as his son laid motionless in the middle lane on the most dangerous road in America. Sheriff and fire trucks blocked the northbound lane leaving the southbound lanes unattended and open. Even though there was still a car in the road from the first wreck. People heading north kept the firefighters and the sheriff’s distracted because they thought they had a right to pass the emergency vehicles because they were in a hurry. Mark still motionless had people trying their hardest to save him.
Denise Gajuss sat across the street at the first accident. She is the wife of one of the tow truck drivers. She sees there is a need for more help with the motorcyclist and she and her husband began to cross the empty 3 southbound lanes thought to be still blocked by the Sheriff. First lane safe, second lane safe, third lane, I hear a motor revving up, a crash, and see a cell phone flying straight up. The phones screen
was on the glowing a dim blue display. My first thought was the mirror on the Toyota 4 Runner hit the tow truck driver’s phone and kept going. But wait, I don’t see the second person. Oh no, it wasn’t a mirror on phone, it was a person on speeding Toyota. Denise’s husband lost it right then and there. I can not blame him, I would have reacted much in the same way if I had saw my wife just two steps in front of me snatched away forever. First responders rushed to her side, but returned to the motorcyclist almost just as quickly as they left. Denise expired from the impact. She laid in the street covered with a white cloth for over an hour before being loaded into the corner’s van. Bay Flight showed up minutes after Mark wrecked his motorcycle. Before the chopper arrived he was moved to an ambulance where his body and nervous system came to life. We could hear him call out wildly in pain. The EMTs tried with all they had to help him. The tow truck driver was being consoled on the southbound side walk, when where I stood, his son arrived. Bystanders pointed in the direction of his father and a fireman started to guide him across 19, they
almost passed the fire truck that shielded his mother’s lifeless body from his site. The son knew immediately why the firefighter stopped. He broke down and pushed pass the firefighter, he made his way to his father. Consoling turned to anger and a distraught son tried in vain to make it to the driver that had taken his mother from him way too early in life. Friends and others pushed him back to his father side where he remained, for as long as I witnessed the unfolding tragedy.
The investigation process took over. Drivers angrily argued their right to pass; and still, they were forced to turn back. That really turned my stomach to see how many people really did not care what had just happen to their fellow human. I am just glad that the people trying to help out numbered the crap bags on the road.
The saddest part of the story to me is that it’s true. It breaks my heart to remember, after everything was said and done; a firefighter had to hose down the road and wash away any and all remains of what happened last night. That poor lady was just washed away and no one who traveled 19 heading south last night will know she was there or what had happen just a short time before. May God bless the people she left behind.
Goodnight drive safe.
Interviewing
This will be a quick post, I believe, about my time interviewing potential new employees. The store that I work at has a very low turn over rate, for very good reasons, and we don’t interview often, so every time Viktor and I have to send out a detailed add looking for a new person it is always a challenge to pick the best person who will fit best with our awesome team. I used to use Craig’s list to find candidates, but always ended up only getting just a small handful of responses and having to choose from groups of less than ten made it really hard to be sure this was the person we were looking for. While looking for a new wine purchaser I came across Indeed and though I have used it to seek out better employment I had never thought about posting on their site. I signed the store up and had a good response fairly quickly, and we ended up getting someone shortly after the post went up. I didn’t handle the wine purchaser interviews; the boss was looking for someone very specific and wanted to be the one who controlled this important choice. We recently developed a need for a new stock guy and this time I skipped Craig’s list and went straight to Indeed to post my job add for the position. I got a flood of people the first night and was thinking this will be quick and easy. I posted the job on a Monday and didn’t work again until Sunday: so I just let the applications pile up and didn’t pay any attention to how many responses were coming into my email (applications and responses are the same thing). Sunday came around and when I opened up my indeed profile to see what I had accomplished, I was taken back by the over 200 applications. Now not all of these were great applications, I had to weed out the ones that were out of sate or from towns that were just too far to drive if we needed someone to come right in. The next disqualified were people who wrote all in lower case on their resume, yes that happens. After the lower case resumes were gone I started reading resumes and got rid of all the ones that had text abbreviations instead of using actual words. I was shocked at how many people were not aware that someone would actually be looking at what they had written. Okay so now I am down from over 200 resumes to just over thirty people that I am going to call to come in and give it their best. I could not believe how many people where eliminated just from bad resumes, because there weren’t many people from out of state applying for the position. Now to calling in people: as long as they answered their phone, they got an interview. I did make notes on how the person spoke on the phone and what their interest level sounded like. I did put
x’s on about four people who I knew would not be good for the team. Well only one of the four even showed up for an interview and he didn’t do to hot. I emailed him later to let him know that he would not be getting a job with us and he told me he was happy because we were "all ass holes there". Seeing that made me smile because some how it solidified my feelings, and being called names has never really bothered me since name calling is generally a way of projecting one own insecurities on to others. My interviews were broken down into three days at seven people a day for fifteen minutes each. Viktor generally doesn’t get to see the resumes until I seat the person we are going to interview. I ask them to tell us a little bit about themselves while Viktor looks over their resume. I remember in school hearing this would be the first and most important question you would get in an interview. This question should be answered in a careful manner as to not disclose to mush personal information but plenty of professional details with out sounding narcissistic. Some of the stories and answers were so overwhelming that I actually had anxiety for the person; so much so that I wanted to jump up in the middle of the interview and just tell them no way in hell were they getting a job with use and if they ever wanted a job any where, the should never speak about things that don’t concern work or work ethic. Some of what I heard is as follows.
Tell me a little about yourself.
"Well I had a great weekend. My son in-law just got married and we found out my father in-law has stage three stomach cancer. Do you know how long this is going to take? I’m just wondering. I haven’t had a job since 2008 and I don’t know why. Oh yeah in 2008 my sister died and my mom died and I had a mental break down and didn’t leave the house for a while but I am all better now."
This guy came to the interview in a long sleeve undershirt all high strung and jittery. He rambled on about his family and how hard it has been for him, at this point that I was ready to just get up and walk away. I feel bad for the guy but holy crap; don’t tell people stuff like that. I am a complete stranger and you are telling me that you have had a hard knock life and that you went crazy but would still like a job. If you ever go crazy and get better, don’t tell anyone. That was the worst of the answers I would elaborate more but just writing this little bit makes me want to call the guy and tell him he needs some interview training and maybe some psychological help still.
Other people we asked about criminal history and though they were vague (as I would be) they did hint to their past. I can get past most things as long as it has been a while and you present yourself well.
I was shocked that out of the 21 people we talked to only four were coming back for a second interview. We eliminated people who were not dressed for an interview, asked questions about our security system (yes, someone wanted to know about our camera system during the interview), and people who we and they knew they could not lift a keg of beer (this is a requirement for employment).
I will be glad when this is over and don’t have to worry about listening to people’s terrible lives and job searching. I would love to give them all a job just so they weren’t with out but when it comes down to what is best for the business and the customers; some decisions that seem the hardest are the best for everyone.
Now I am in no way an expert in interviewing people, but if you are reading this and are looking for a job. DONT tell people your business, especially if it is full of negativity. Make sure your resume is written in a manner that would show that you put effort into your work. Dress and groom yourself in a manner that would make your grandmother proud. And please don’t smell bad or ask how long this is going to take.
Michael Trump
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.
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.
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
After all this time.
Dear Arianna Shirk,
You will not believe this, because what I am about to divulge to everyone is so unbelievable. Okay well maybe most of you will believe this. It was this past Sunday…well yesterday. Sarah and I were getting ready for church (some of you should show up someday) and were about ready when Sarah realized that she wanted some clothes out of the shed. I was like; well make it fast so that we are not late. A few minutes later she returned with no bag of clothes and a mouth full of questions for me. Her first was, “have you been in the shed lately?” I was like not to lately but within the last week. Then she said, “Did you make a mess in the shed?” I was like, “yeah the shed is kind of a mess, sorry.” She was like. “You tipped all the boxes over and trashed the shed?” that one was in a confused look and tone. I quickly responded, “Ha ha you’re messing with me.” To amuse her, I walked out to the shed and found it completely trashed. Not in a man left a mess trashed, but a Christmas decorations everywhere trashed. I didn’t take any time to see if anything was missing because there wasn’t anything worth anything in the shed. I cannot believe after seven years of living in this old place someone was finally brave enough to go into my shed. Oh well, their loss since there wasn’t anything for them. Tomorrow I will take a look through it though to clean it up and see if anything is gone.
To add to this, my neighbor Denis had the side window of his van busted out. Today when I got home he was out working on his other truck with his son James. I went inside grabbed the dog so she could be walked and went to say hi to Denis and ask why his window was busted out. I figured it was from a minor accident. I told Denis about the shed and he told me about all the other break-ins in the neighborhood lately. He also told me that, that was what had happen to his truck too. For real some jerk off punks busted out his huge side window, then left. When one of his kids came by they asked him what happen (this was like two in the morning) he walked out to find the tempered glass all over the place. He started to walk down the street, and soon saw a car driving down the street all slow and such; he ducked off to the side out of site. He proceeded to tell me that they stopped in front of his house and when he stepped out from behind the bush and they saw him; the headlights when off and the car sped off.
So I can’t for the life of me believe that after seven years all this in just a couple of weeks.
The lesbians’ behind/ beside me have decided to pile their garbage up at the gate beside our property line. This has begun to smell now, and isn’t pleasant to look at, and you know what amazes me is that garbage pick up is so cheep to have. So tomorrow I am giving the code enforcement a call since it has become a bother. Now before they used to pile it up at their front door, and with the new roommates it is getting piled up at the property line. We’ll fix that soon enough I hope.
So far there has been no bamboo growing in the yard so soon I will germinate them myself and once they get some roots going I will plant them and let ‘em go.
June 15 Sarah and I find out what we are having. Can you believe it I am finally getting to experience a full term pregnancy. I am so excited and cannot wait. Happy if he is a boy.
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
I am glad I got to write tonight though I really wanted to write yesterday, but I guess if I had I wouldn’t have known about Denis’s window.
Today also I got to drive the big box truck to move the sunroom from the Trop to the warehouse and I backed the sunroom into the warehouse on the first try, I was happy as a pig is ya’ know what. I like driving the truck because it actually feels like I am working, unlike when I am promoting where I just stand around talking to everyone that walks by.
Well I have no new pictures to write about this time. It isn’t because I haven’t taken any. The pictures are on the camera at home and I am at my moms watching Alice in Wonderland. Oh well maybe next time. Alice was a cool movie to watch I wouldn’t buy it but I would Red Box it.
My grooms men this far are; Jonny Suburban, Johnny Skipper, and John Macaluso. Three Johns without even planning it that way, and I wish Nick were going to be at the wedding too.
Well Sarah is ready to go so I got to end this here
Goodnight
Michael Trump
CONGRESS: breaking the law so you don’t have to.
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
Central Florida Institute (CFI) My Thoughts
This entry is my opinion and my opinion only; do not use it as fact to make any character judgments of CFI. This is just my experience and other persons experiences may be different.
So I have had plenty of hits on my blog by people searching for reviews about CFI (Central Florida Institute). I just graduated of the twelfth of last month and just got my diploma in the mail just the other day. I am not so sure about how I would write a review about Central Florida Institute but I guess I can tell ya’ll what I think.
The turn over rate for students is high, because I believe that the school is more interested in being a business than a school focused on teaching to the fullest. I don’t mean turn over rate as in students quitting, though there are plenty who can’t take the heat, what I mean is that class lengths are short and the school tries to have as many classes as possible with in a physical year. The admission department didn’t tell me, although I already knew, that I should be prepared to search out of state for work after I had completed all the schooling for my degree. The graduatee to job ratio here in the Tampa Bay area is not in favor of the job seeker. So if you choose CFI plan on getting work out of state unless you have contacts already in the field who can get you employment. I am not saying though that there isn’t a chance that you can get a job at you extern site, I’m just saying don’t hold your breath. You extern site is where you will finish up your schooling by working for free as required by the school so that you can get a degree. I never had to deal with administration to much but I had heard plenty of horror stories from other student who needed help and assistants from the higher ups and where turned away it seemed like every time. Generally if I had a problem I would just let a teacher know and if the problem didn’t get resolved I would just let it ride because really all I cared about was getting my education and getting the hell out of that place. Just make sure when asking questions try to get a print out of their answer or get someone to email you the answer so that you have it in writing. Administration hates if when you have proof of what they say, because then they have to stick to their word even if they don’t want too.
The EKG course seems like a joke and probably is, but it did help me only because I knew I was going on to the advanced program and having as much knowledge about the heart the better. I do know that there are plenty of weekend courses that you can take to get an EKG tech certificate. There is a ton of vocabulary that you have to take the first half of the EKG course and be prepared to study your ass off to make sure you are passing the quizzes. My class had so much drama from having too many females together in one room for to long of a period of time. I couldn’t believe how childish the older women acted compared to the younger girls in the class. The older group of women “35-45” really acted like teens and the 20’s to 30’s were well equipped to handling the class room setting. I tried to never be involved in the classroom upsets but did enjoy the shows that these people put on. If you’re looking to go to the school make sure your ready to handle women crying everyday because they have to study or they missed a question and the teacher won’t let them change the answer. There were some funny days and some annoying days when I really wanted to learn that day.
My EKG clinicals were really fun and I enjoyed every minute of it. I was at Northbay Hospital here in New Port Richey and was in with the respitory therapy department. I was with a great group of people who I miss seeing everyday. EKGs are so easy to learn and do so don’t fret that; plus if you go to the advanced course you’ll be seeing EKGs all he time trust me.
When I went back to the school it was for the Echo program… well that was the whole reason I even went to Central Florida Institute, the schools personnel who handle the transition from EKG to the advanced programs didn’t know that I was coming back to the school for any advanced education and boy was I offended by that, and I let them know it too. But once I was finally into the Echo course I was very satisfied… oh yeah, my teachers were told that if I were any trouble at all to let the administration know so that I could be removed from class. Wow how do you think I felt after that? Well my teachers loved me and were stunned that anyone would assume that I had a bad side.
Well the Echo course is a great course and the teachers for the main classes are awesome. Now I had a few teachers that sucked and as far as I know they are not at the school any more, thank goodness for anyone else that has to attend. There is a lot of studying that has to be done and well I wasn’t studying as much as I should have and well I am struggling now a little since I am studying for my national registry exam. There is just so much information to learn that sometimes it seems a little over whelming, but hey hundreds of other people made it through the course. Always remember you will most likely have to leave the state to get work. And avoid having to go to administration for any reason because unless they have learned how to put a motor on it you’ll be there awhile. But all in all if you want a degree and you want a better job I would say go for it if you are sure you know what you want out of the school. Get what you need and get out and get a good job.
I hope this helped and if you have any other questions just email me at michaeltrump@live.com
shouldn’t I study some more first?
Bloody hell, so I should be studying right now and I’m not. For some reason I just can’t pick up my books, I find as many things as I can to avoide studying, and once again with writing this I am avoiding my books. I don’t know what it is, its not like I’m board with it or anything, I still like doing the echo thing, but studying is not at the top of my to do list when it should be the only thing I’m doing. I haven’t done the best on my last few tests which should be motivation to actually do some reading but nope. And no I don’t even want to write this because it deals with talking about studying. Bloody hell. Well it is Sunday and I have been writing on Sundays so I guess I’ll do my writing now and get it out of the way.
So Thursday I had to get my tags renewed on the Lincoln for the ’09 year and to avoid getting pulled over by our lovely law enforcement officers. While up at the tax collectors office on 19 the lady that was handling my renewal informed me that my license was going to expire on my birthday “11/23 just incase you forgot” and that it would be a good idea for me to get a new one while I was there and to save me another trip. So I did and my picture looks GREAT lol, nothing like a mug shot. I got the new fancy license too, well it is still new to me because I got one of the last old style licenses. I’m sad that I had to give it up, but hey out with the old and in with the new ay. So I’m set there for a while.
Umm. I’m not sure what else I did this weekend, nah I’m just playing… wait what did I do? Hmm. Well Friday I guess I sat around all day and did nothing when I could have been studying. Saturday wasn’t all that bad though; Nancy from NCT called and asked if I wanted to join her and a few friends for lunch. Well I hadn’t seen her in like almost a year because Jackie thought I was sleeping with her any time Nancy and I talked. So I was like hell yeah I’ll come out; my original plan was to take Lugg to some beach where dogs can go in the water. She has some hotspot that I think the salt water would help with. She chose Hooters of all places to go “I hate that place with a passion”, it was cool though. I got up Hooters a little early, totally unlike me “well not lately”, I stood up at the little waiting area where you can see Sun Cruz Casino and the public boat launch. I watched a guy try to get his little pontoon boat to start and stay running, and some little league kids hit acorns onto the public bathroom’s roof. More entertained by the horrible sounding boat I stayed amused for the fifteen minutes or so of waiting alone. While I waited I over hear a small group of people of maybe five I believe leaving the restaurant very unhappily. I turned from watching the reluctant boat to see what was wrong with this slightly upset group, well you’ll never guess; they were seated at a dirty Hooters table, so they say, and that they had waited for longer than twenty minutes for a waitress who never came. Now I too would be upset if I were sat at a dirty table and didn’t get a waitress either, but that would never happen at Hooters now would it? The group left and the hostess didn’t apologize, didn’t offer to get the manager, they didn’t even move. I was amazed; it was like these two girls didn’t even know what was going on around them. So instead of trying to keep a group of costumers they just let them leave. My ass would have been all over the waitress who was to handle them, or at least made sure the manager was all over her. Now some may say she was probably busy. Well guess what it wasn’t the place was maybe half full and there was lots of standing around going on. So in aw I just went back to watching the never starting boat. Nancy soon arrived and we asked if we wanted to be seated, we agreed and I interjected rather quickly and with some volume that I did not want to be seated at where the waitress is that was the result of the group leaving shortly ago. Sorry if that made no sense. So we were seated outside and ordered our drink and waited for Nancy’s friends to show up, in the mean time I filled Nancy in on how life and school has been and she the same. It was nice outside with a cool breeze. It wasn’t long before one well the only one of her friends showed up. Sheryl I think was her name. We were introduce and then the waitress took our orders, I got boneless chicken wings hot, Nancy got chicken wings and I can’t remember what her friend ordered. Our food arrived a while later and I started in on my hot boneless wings, well they weren’t hot so I asked for some hot sauce, the waitress soon returned and I started in again on my somewhat okay wings, everyone was chatting and eating. I went to dip one of my wings into the hot sauce when I felt, heard and seen it. A bloody f’in bird shit on my hand. Oh you think that’s funny ay? Well the crap splattered into my food and hot sauce. I shouted out some obscenities and was quickly told that there was a kid behind me. I was flippin pissed. I cleaned up and when we saw the waitress I filled her in on what had happen, she took my shitty wing and brought me out some crappy
ones. Lol no pun intended. The rest of the lunch was fine and it was cool to hang out with an old friend and to make a new acquaintance. The whole time I was at Hooters I must have drank four or five cups of soda, Dr. Pepper. Oh it was so good, when I had my 14’ Glasstron, hooters is where I would stop to get soda on the dock before going out the channel. So around four or so we paid our tabs and headed out, well not before Nancy and me getting a picture. Ya know I don’t know if that guy ever got his boat started or not.
When I got home I crapped my brains out from drinking so much soda.
I watched a movie with Sandy from the Xbox later that night and crashed early.
Well that brings us to today, I have done not a damn thing today, well I did do some equations the teacher handed out and got them all right when I had the formulas in hand. I did try to study many times too. Again the family was supposed to paint my Nana’s house and that didn’t pan out.
There aren’t many weeks till school is over and this week starts out with until the end of school with us in Calvert’s class all day long. As long as I get practice with my equations and lots of review I’ll be okay with that I guess. I still don’t know where I’m externing at. Oh well, lets just let it be a surprise. So if you have made it this far down my blog I am very surprised and shouldn’t you be doing something else, lol. I’m just playing. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoyed it.
Oh yeah Hooter’s sucks.
Eat well
Michael Trump
What the hell is that smell?
Okay so my peep Danielle found someone with a womb to rent. Congrats
So Friday and yesterday were rather fun. Gears of war 2 came out and my roomie Jeremy
got a copy, and well while he slept for work and was at work I played the hell out of it. Last night at around I think midnight, well I guess that would have been this morning. I do believe Gears of War 2 is just as bad ass as Gears of War. I can’t wait to get a copy of it so as that I can play it often and get all the achievements that it has well at least all that I can get. So anyone looking for a fun game to play I recommend getting both and playing the shit out of them.
Not only did I play lots of Gears of War on Friday I also tore my house apart looking for a dead rat, that’s right there has been more since my last rat update. Making it a total of six caught and killed rats. Oh yeah back to the story. Early Friday morning I was sitting in the living room and Hailey was running around all crazy and once exhausted from running in circles; she plopped down on the love seat. Sam, Hailey’s mom and one of my roommates, came out to kid talk with Hailey and promptly let me know that my incredibly comfortable love seat smelled like death. I was like “No way, your crazy, my furniture is kept clean” and I just disregarded it, mainly cuz I couldn’t smell anything. I left the house for a few hours and when I got home I sat at the desktop in the living room, I then too smelled death. There was a breeze outside and all the windows were open, so I assumed that the smell must have been coming from outside. I walked outside sniffed deep and smell only fresh air. Back at the computer trying to check my mail, and once again I could smell it. I went back outside and put the trashcan lids on the trashcans thinking that maybe the last rat caught was starting to smell and some how that stank was making it inside. Minutes later back at the computer I could still smell death; I started to sniff deep from room to room, starting with Jackie’s old room, then Jeremy and Sam’s, the house bathroom, my room, the laundry room and the living room. My nose started to sting because the air Friday was dry and with all the sniffing my sinus’s started to dry up too. All the rooms smelled fine, but once again I sat down and could smell a dead animal. I didn’t want to think that my love seat in some way was a contributor to this rancid smell. I gave in, I hopped up and
sniffed the arm of the love seat; it smelled fine. I slid the toy box that is next to the seat, out of the way so as I could sniff under the couch. Well, I stunk like hell and my stomach thought so too, know that tossing out my couch was going to suck, I started to get back up off the floor; to sulk mainly, I looked up “well to my side, well I have no clue how to explain the angle” and there that SOB was dead and looking at me just inches from where my head was on the floor. I freaked, lol, took off out the front door so that if I threw up it would be outside. After I composed myself I went in to wake Jeremy and have him toss the Dead rat in the trash.
Well for a school update, I’m almost done now. We have sixteen class days left, oh man I can’t believe this. So close yet so far away. I don’t have much else to say about school for now but maybe later, well I should be studying right now but I really don’t feel like it.
Hey Nick, where is my belt?
Well I guess its time to start studying again. I told my rat story and that was all I really wanted to write about.
Trump
Sara Palin at Sims Park!
5am this morning I awoke to a normal sound that I hear everyday; the alarm clock. Well today it was going off an hour early and on a Saturday. There was a special reason for it today though; Sara Palin was in my town. New Port Richey was grateful to see our future 
VP, as was I, Sims Park was were she was to do her speech at, and around 9am; the gates opened 6am and I was there at 5:45am. It was still dark when I left me quiet little house, there was still a chill in the air since the sun wasn’t up yet to blanket us with its warmth. I wanted to get to Sims Park earlier than six because I knew there would be a line. I was right too; I got to the Park a little before 5:45 and got into line which had already accumulated close to a thousand people well 
maybe not that many. As I stood waiting in line I was talking to Sandy on the cell phone, my only friend that woke up early enough to go, and one of the volunteers’ came up to me with a stern look on her face like I had done something terribly wrong; I looked back at her the same. She then told me that neither my camera bag nor my coffee was allowed inside; DAMNIT I’m losing my spot was all I could think about. I pissed and moaned all the way back to the car warning others of these rules along the way and telling Sandy how much it blew that I lost my spot. When I 
got back into line there were probably five hundred more people in line. Sandy soon caught up to me as the line began to move, marking the time six a.m. She had in hand three shirts all saying the same thing McCain- Palin, she promptly handed me one, walking through line thanking her along the way I put on the shirt while trying to hold my camera now bagless. Again a volunteer came up to me with a look of disgust saying “hey you need to turn your camera on so that they know it works up at the gate” I like a smart ass said 
“I don’t carry camera’s that don’t work thank you” the line kept moving. Once inside Sandy and I quickly found our spots as close to the front of the field as possible, in hopes of maybe shaking Sara’s hand. Now that we were situated we started the long wait for Palin to arrive, three hours to be exact. Sims Park quickly filled itself to the max; there was still a nice chill in the air taking its time warming up, and no one around us stunk. 
Time didn’t go by slow like you would think three hours of standing would, it seemed like when some guy named Legg I think got up on stage it had only been maybe an hour. Other political people stood and gave their little speech’s trying to energize the crowd, but no one wanted to here them, we all were waiting patently for the main event; Palin. There secret service started filling up all the empty areas of the stage, there were many of them swarmed though out the park, warding off any idiots that may have thought they could get away with something. I could see from where I was standing a Sheriff’s speed boat in the river behind the fabricated stage. I think we 
were pretty well protected there. Lol maybe not though who knows. Every one by this time had their palm palms, premade signs provided by the volunteers, and cameras in hand waiting ever so patently for Sara. Well she arrived, not on time at all, but twenty minutes late. It’s okay though. She started to speak and the crowd went wild, even Sandy standing next to me, a Democrat I might add, joined in on the loud cheers of the way to early to be yelling morning. Sara spoke confidently, and reassuringly; she gave the crowed hope that there will be someone better in office than Nobama. More of what she said than not seemed to be one-liners to get 
the crowed cheering, it was fine with me; I was getting pictures and was still cool from the morning air. I know who I’m voting for so I didn’t really need to hear her speak; I did though want to show my support by being there. I enjoyed her speech though a little short, probably to not lose any ones attention, she was gone in no time. Before leaving though she did walk down bye the front row of people and signed her autograph for a few lucky people, I wish I were one but my camera bag make sure I wasn’t leaving with a signature. 
Within minutes it seemed of her leaving, so did the crowds, leaving behind only their trash in the grass. There were few minglers left after a half hour of her departure and soon I was gone to, leaving New Port Richey’s Sims Park empty except for the cleanup crew making sure the park went back to normal; Calvary Chapel planned a festival for latter today, so it wouldn’t belong before the park was filled again though. Peace.
Mike
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!
Michael Trump 