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!”
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
The not so Hot- Hot noodles
Sarah and I picked up some Ramen noodles from a small Asian market we found locally. We eat a lot of Pho, and when seeing this place after Reagan’s birthday party at the jump park, we just had to stop in to see if we could score some Pho noodles and maybe some seaweed for making homemade sushi. Sarah got me a Sushi Bazooka for my birthday so we will be eating fresh for now on… maybe. While seeing isle after isle of stuff I wanted to try we stumbled across two very hot looking packages of Ramen noodles. I do not like Ramen noodles at all, but I do like the flavor packets inside and am willing to toss out the Ramen noodles for mung-bean noodles any day to get a little taste.
{I wrote most of this before learning that there is a You Tube challenge pertaining to people attempting to eat these noodles and the 2x spicy noodles too. All I got to say is most of you all are wimps. Great video editors but wimp mouths. }
These were the first noodles we chose to try because while walking the store looking at all the giant fruits and the isles of noodles and rice there was a clerk moping the floor and he looked like he may know which noodles were going to be hotter. He did not point to these ones. This packaging make the noodles look like they may be the hottest noodles on the planet. On the bottom left corner is a very concerning word, (mania) yeah so when the guy pointed to the lest scary bag and said “hottest”, I figured he was wrong or didn’t understand what I had said. So I just smiled and said thank you. “We will get both packages just in case the on the guy said was the hottest wasn’t the hottest. These are the SamYang brand and the seem to be a little better than Top Ramen. The first day that I had off from work, Sarah and I cooked these guys up first. First because if they were hot I would know that the other packaging wasn’t as hot and if they weren’t hot like the guy hinted to then I would know that the helpful guy was right and that I should be more trusting in other people. It said mania on the package so it should be dang hot. The noodles were a dud as you can see in the video. Now don’t get me wrong; they tasted okay and I would consider getting them again as a lunch item, but they were not hot at all. Reagan had a plate full after I stopped recording.
On to the second package of noodles, these looked way less scary than the first ones Sarah and I tried. These hot chicken noodles are only 2x 
spicy and don’t even say mania on the package so there is no way that they could be as hot as the first package of very un-hot noodles. I wanted to record making the noodles and trying them just in case on the slight chance that they were hot and managed to take me by surprise it could all be caught on camera for the world to see. Sarah had tried a package while I was at work one day and swore up and down that I would need milk and that she almost threw up because of how hot they were. After hearing that, I was exited to dive into making these up into two nice little snacks.
All in all the noodles weren’t bad, that is my mung-bean noodles were not bad with the flavor packet and I will have it again soon I think. Reagan and Macey will not be having this soup anytime soon though.
Enjoy and subscribe.
I promise I will get better at editing and shortening my videos.
The Cannibal Sandwich.
The Cannibal sandwich is a sandwich of very fresh raw ground or minced beef and your favorite fixin’s. An amazing sandwich not intended for the inherently weak or easily squeamish. This sandwich tests not only your meat quality, but the strength of your gut bacterium. Now don’t let the word cannibal (a person who eats the flesh of other humans) scare you away so quickly. The way cannibal is used in the title of this sandwich; is to make the consumer aware of the fact that the beef between their bread is completely raw, and that there are risks to devouring this delicious masterpiece. This sandwich is a popular delicacy in Wisconsin generally served at weddings and football parties. Over the past forty years or so, only a few times has there been any kind of out breaks of meat born illness of sorts. They are localized to just a single shop that didn’t handle the meat properly, and got some unfortunate people sick. Restaurants used to serve smaller cannibal sandwiches, more like sliders, on the regular. With employee values and pride ever decreasing, many companies have chosen that the risk of hurting a patron out weighs the value of the sandwich sale. Insurance companies frown on raw beef even with consumer warning labels. With the CDC warning of all the bad things that could happen to a person who consumes raw beef, there has been a movement away from eating raw and under cooked foods. I don’t disagree with the government when it comes to a person being cautious with their health. If you ever choose to live on the edge or just want to enjoy a more Paleolithic diet, you must know your butcher, and where your meet comes from. I would go as far as to say you really should invest in your very own meat grinder that is easily disassembled and cleaned. Go to your favorite butcher and ask about the fresher meat selections and pick a cut of meat that you like the look of. Take that cut home and while it is still cold rinse is very thoroughly with cool water so you don’t heat the meat’s temperature to much. Pat it dry and begin to grind; I believe this would and will reduce most all of the risk you take while enjoying this delicacy. If this is going to be just a one time thing, maybe first find a well known butcher in your area and find out when meat deliveries are and how fresh and lean can he get your meat. If you explain what your plans are to the butcher; there is a better chance that he will use caution with your beef, and your chances of getting sick from a food bourn illness will go down. Still with the freshly ground beef make sure it is eaten as quickly as possible with out ruining your experience. So don’t drive an hour to the butcher, try to keep it to a five minute radius as to preserve the meats exposure to risk. There are many recipes online on how to make the actual sandwich but not many go into detail on how to handle the meat up to the consumption. I hope the above helps a little with prepping.
Now my sandwich was kept simple and boy was it tasty.
-6oz fresh ground beef
-2 pieces sour dough bread
-Sliced smoked cheese
-Spicy mustard to taste
-Black pepper to taste
-Salt to taste
My first bite was a bit of a shock to my mouth. Why? Because of a life time of being told that if I ate raw meat I would die a horrible and painful death. As my teeth sank into the aromatic sour dough bread, I could feel its fluffiness resist only ever so slightly. My teeth cut through the bread and began their decent into the raw meat and smoked cheese; this is where my scenes started screaming “this shit is to soft, spit it out now!” I continued my bite until a good chunk of raw meat, cheese and bread rested on my tongue. I started to chew and if you look just right at my facial expressions in the video, you will see what looks like a sign of relief, joy, pleasure, or just a plain happy look. That was because once I started the mastication process my body was relieved that I wasn’t going to puke. By the time I swallowed the first bite I was ready for more. I finished the sandwich of camera and really enjoyed every bite.
Some people like raw onions on theirs, and I will be trying it that way soon. I will most likely mince the onion and mix into the meat so that it is evenly distributed.
The first time I ate the infamous Cannibal Sandwich, I felt great the next few day; I was energetic and felt motivated to do more than was usual for me. That feeling gave way to a lasting motivation even after the meat and its benefits cleared my system. My bowel movements where something that stirred up some “What have I done thoughts” I am regular to about twice a day depending on how much I eat and drink from sun up to sun down and about the three movements after the meat started leaving my body there was noticeable difference in color, texture and mostly smell. The color was much more pale than usual and the texture not as “clumped rabbit” looking; the stench was most comparable to three day old road kill found on a Pasco county road in the middle of August. I know this is a bit much for most, but if you are new to this you should know a little of what to expect on top of what the CDC tells you. Now if you can already clear a house there may be no difference for you, I eat a lot of greens and food doesn’t stay with me long. I think that helps with the stank of it all.
A few months after making the video, I had another smaller Cannibal Sandwich and then after that I enjoyed a taco with raw beef and the normal toppings for that dish. Since then I have expanded my raw diet to enjoying raw fish. (I hated all fish until a friend convinced me that I was truly missing out on a great thing.) Raw fish isn’t as hard on the system as beef and the bathroom trips aren’t so toxic smelling.
I say try it once at least, but make sure you know who you are getting your meat from.
Enjoy
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
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!
Get the rat outta here
Not much has been going on lately; just a lot of studying and trying to keep up with my school work. Eight more weeks or so of didactic schooling left then I’m working for free for six months.
Well the past month or so Lugg-nutt and I have been hearing some strange noises at night. At first I thought it was a cat outside and thought nothing of it until I found some of my food had been gotten into. I went out and got some little mouse traps and set them up around the house. They were tripped that night and nothing was in ‘em; after that there wasn’t any more noise for a while. I thought I had won and scared off the little guy. I was wrong. Just about a week ago one of Lugg-nutt’s bones disappeared. Lugg always gets a big bone because she chews right through them. I searched for the bone high and low and soon found it behind the washer and dryer. I moved the small traps back there hoping to maybe now catch the little terds. Still there was nothing, not even one trap got tripped. The other day, Steve and I went to The Home Depot and picked up the mother of all rat traps, a huge plastic trap that can be set over and over again with out ever getting your hands dirty. I set that one up behind the washer and dryer where I had found the bone and left it over night in hopes of having a present the next morning. I checked it around noon yesterday and well there was still nothing caught. I was starting to get just a little agitated. My roomie Jeremy suggested that maybe we try behind the refrigerator and see how that goes, “his refrigerator… there is some space behind it because that is where the hot water heater is.” So we pulled out his fridge and placed the trap by what looked like might be and entrance point for the rat. With in two hours we heard what sounded like a gun shot, and there was
one dead rat. We got the rat into a bag and tossed it; reset the trap just incase, and placed it back where we had removed it from. Again within two or three hours there was another load crack; I ran to see if I were lucky again. When I checked the trap it was empty, my buddy Jonny “who had just recently showed up” was a little disappointed that he didn’t get to see my little pest. With the trap reset again I waited in hopes of victory. I laid on the couch watching TV and like a gun going off right outside the house I knew I had got this one. With a fast sprint to the kitchen I 
made it in time to see the nerves still twitching, “just a little gross.” I cleaned out the trap and placed it back by the rat hole. About seven this morning Jeremy had just gotten home and heard the trap go off again. Lugg-nutt woke me up because she was running around the room trying to get into the wall to see what was there. I stayed in bed for a little longer and when I got up I asked Jeremy if the trap got anything this morning, he frowned and said no luck. So now there is at least one more lurking in my walls, and once he gets a little hungry that peanut butter trap will succeed again in victory. Don’t get me wrong now, I can’t stand to kill another living creature but I don’t mind taking care of intruders. So don’t nobody think I’m some kind of weird animal killer, I wrote this to tell about my pests, and not to boast about killing.
Well I told my friend Sandy about these critters in my house and how I had taken care of them. Well she found a opportunity to play a nice little prank on me. This morning I went outside to let out Lugg and found that Sandy had left a coffin like box with a cross on it 
saying rest in peace randy the rat, “I never gave the thing a name.” I brought it inside and when I went to check my mail there was a flyer attached to the mail box. This flyer read “LOST RAT” it had a picture of a rat and said we had missed out pet rat Randy. Lol. As it turns out Sandy has placed these flyers around New Port Richey just for fun so when I’m out for a drive I’ll be reminded of the little pests that have tried to cohabitate with me. Oh yeah she got a flat tire while hanging the flyers, HAHAHAHA. Lol. Well I guess I’ll stop writing for now.
Peace
Michael the rat killer Trump
Sore from laughing!!
Hey hey hey everyone; so I have a great new funny story for ya’ll. So last night I went to my mom and step dad’s for some drinks and to play the Wii, which by the way was really fun and I recommend one for everyone. That’s not the funny story though, the funny story 
started on my way home from my mom and step dad’s. as I turned on to my street at around three in the morning, I saw with my tiered eyes what had looked like a body in the grass, and dangerously close to the road; so close in fact that part of his hand was actually in the street. I continued down the street to my house and called the New Port Richey Police to let them know that there may be someone in trouble at the end of my street. After about five minutes of waiting, I decided to head on down to the body and see if there were any sounds coming from it. I didn’t want to get to close just incase it was dead; so once I could hear it snoring I turned back toward my house and called the New Port Richey Police again, just to remind them that there could be someone in need of help. After I hung up, I thought it would be a good idea to go to the house and get my camera, Panasonic Lumix with a 12x zoom, just so I had a pic of this strange ass person sleeping in the grass. The cop finally showed up by the time I got back up the incapacitated body. The cop pulled up to the body that I was pointing at, and he shined his flood light down from the car on to the sleeping person. The officer got out of his car, walked up to the person, and then shined his super bright flashlight in the person’s eyes. There was no response to either of the super bright lights. Like any normal person would do in the same situation; the cop kicked the guy, not so hard that it would hurt but just hard enough that if there were cognitive abilities in the guys head he would have woken up. I guess it was more of a gentle nudge with the foot. The guy didn’t move, he was still snoring and so I then asked, “Hey can I take a picture, cuz this shit is funny.” The cop laughed and then agreed, he stepped back to make sure that he wasn’t in the picture. After I took the picture I could then tell that this was no grown adult sleeping in the grass, it was a kid. As it turns out, this kid was like four houses away from his own. Another cop showed up soon there after and both cops tried to wake this kid. The kid was out like a light, and the police called in to their head quarters saying they may need an ambulance. After about five minutes or so of both officers trying to wake the unconscious kid they finally got a response; the kid popped up and asked where he was, and the cops told him and quickly asked him for his name and address. The drunk promptly told them; the cops busted into laughter when they found out he was four houses away from home. One of the cops walked down to the kid’s house and got his parents. In the meantime, like any drunk does, the kid started rambling on and on about 
anything that came to thought. The cop who stayed to baby sit and I where highly entertained by this babbling fool. The other cop soon returned with the boy’s parents and that is where I left. I went home laughing all the way and promptly passed out since it was now four in the morning, so yes I watched the cops try to wake a drunken kid for like and hour. That was my funny night, and if you have never witnessed someone trying to wake a drunken person then you need to get out more!
Well my plans for today are to fold some laundry, study a little bit and read my new book Flush, which closely resembles my story from when I worked at Sun Cruz Casino Port Richey. Everyone should pick up a copy of it as soon as they can only because it is a great story and I think ya’ll will like it.
Well I think I have written enough and am going to get going now
Sore cheek muscles from laughing, Michael is out.
The burning Towel?
So yesterday on my way to school was almost a disaster, partly because I took a different way to school. I have to go to Office Depot to get my argumentative paper printed since I no longer have a printer at home. After I left Office Depot I started down us19 like normal, except I was way north of where I normally get onto 19; I was also driving a little faster than normal, but I was staying right with traffic and only passing people in the slow lane and no one else. As I came up on Main street I saw them both, a Mustang “the exact same color as the Lincoln” flying past me like I was standing still and a cop in one of the Charger things; the cop pulled out and I was like boy that guy is screwed. It took a few seconds for the cop to make his way threw traffic; once he did to my surprise, he got behind me; the bastard! I could not believe that he was behind me; we were at the Main street light and when I turned green his lights came on. I was pissed; so pissed the I was picked from the crowd, and now I’m going to be late for school. From the center lane where I was; I maneuvered my way to the slow lane and then into the little parking lot of a pawn shop just south of Main. I put my land yacht into park shut it off and put the keys on the dashboard. While doing those few things and scrambling for my license and registration, I could smell some terrible smelling smoke. At first I thought just my luck the car is on fire; I looked at the hood to see if any smoke was coming out from under it, and there wasn’t any; I looked in the mirrors and out the windows for this rancid smelling smoke. To my left up against a telephone poll was the source; a burning towel or fabric of some sort. The cop seen it to and before coming to my window he walked over to the material and kicked it to the sidewalk, he then stomped on it a few times to snuff the fire. After a few seconds of putting out the fire he started to walk up to my car, and well he didn’t make it far; the towel lit up again and with more smoke this time. The officer stomped it some more; waited a few seconds and it lit right back up. I guess he had had enough, the man walked over to his car grabbed the fire extinguisher fiddled with the locking pin and then spayed the small but persistent fire. Well fire extinguishers put out fires don’t they? He came up to my window, apologized for the fire and taking so long, I nodded; handed him my paper work. He looked at me and said, “I pulled you over for doing sixty in a forty-five.” I wanted to say “bullshit the guy in the Mustang was doing seventy then!” but I kept my mouth shut. He started for his car and then it happened again; flames a foot high coming from this rag with more smoke than ever. Before the officer got into his car he sprayed the flames down with more stuff and a longer burst this time; then got in his car only for a minute and poof more fire more smoke. He got out of the car came up to mine and said “Slow down it would have been a $204 ticket, I’ll move my car” I was like thank God for the burning rag. As I backed up the towel was still burning a one of the fake fire trucks was crossing the median, I wasn’t about to wait for him to put out the fire I didn’t want the cop changing his mind about the ticket! I left as quickly and slowly as possible. So for like twenty minutes a rag burned and in turn saved me from a hefty ticket that at this time I could not afford. I am not saying any thing bad about the cops’ efforts on trying to put out the little fire that could. He tried and the fire just would not go out. I’m am so glad I got out of that ticket; oh yeah I was twenty minutes late for class. Until next time drive slow, no one wants a ticket!
Mike
Wait is that all you thought I was going to write; well your crazy, I got more to say!
Um…. Just a few more days until Jackie moves to NY and I’ll be home all alone. Well I’ll have lugg to hang with and I’ll have lots of studying to do so I guess I’ll be okay. I’m 13 weeks no smoking and am so proud!!! Well I guess that’s all I’m going to write; I’m hungry and want to get something to eat.
Mike ttys
Trump is cleaning the air &
So there are a few things that I would like to write about tonight; I’m not sure if this will be a long blog or not. As much as I enjoy writing, sometimes I can’t find the words to explain my thoughts; I don’t think that I think in English.
Well the other day I changed my status on my “myspace” page to “getting ready to stop smoking”. My plan wasn’t to stop cold turkey, gum or the patch. I chose the new pill Chantix. I am on day three of the pill as I’m writing this; the amount of cigarettes I consume in a day has dropped to about a quarter of my norm. I don’t even have to stop until my eighth day. I have no real craving for a smoke; and even now as I puff on my 305 light, the taste almost becomes unbearable; so the cigarette gets snuffed out to be relit latter. I only take two to three puffs before I feel the need to put out the smoke. I am ecstatic that soon I can say I’m a non-smoker. Today, when I would leave the house I would leave my cigarettes at home and not one time was I bothered by that choice. I read fully the risks and side effects of the pill and as bad as most of them sounded and a few were more frequent than others; I still feel that the chance to be smoke free is much better the risks I’m taking. The one side effect that I feel is lethargy. I guess that’s part of the depression. But once I get too moving, I’m good to go. So my goal for tomorrow is to get moving as soon as I get up as to not feel lethargic for so long into the day. I chose Chantix because I know of about five people that chose the pill too; they all are still smoke free. Their time frames are as long as a year without smoking. I have wanted to quit for a long time now, I can admit the wanting and doing were to very different things; want to quit was easy to do, but actually doing what I wanted was all but impossible. Now I feel that on June 8th I’ll be totally smoke free. “I can’t wait” Wish me luck everyone I may need it. I’ll try to update everyone on my progress; if you have any questions for me you know how to ask ‘em.
Today as Jackie and I road around town I saw with my two big hazel eyes a turtle. Not just any ordinary turtle either, this turtle was special. The turtle I saw had a cracked shell, a huge slow moving fucking turtle was hit be a damn car. What fucking dumb ass hits a turtle, it’s not like a turtle darts into the road like a cat or squirrel. So the dumb ass that hit this turtle was one of three things but still a dumb fucking ass hole. He/she was either on their phone, following to close to the person ahead of them OR they like to kill slow moving helpless animals with a rolling compensation for his/her penis. Non-the less to fuck tart that hit this turtle needs to have pelvic bone pulled out and feed to the starving dogs at the SPCA. Turtles are very slow moving and are very easily avoided if your paying attention to the road and not things that is not associated with safe driving. This turtle that I saw was not killed on impact, this turtle managed to craw from just past the crown of the street where it had been hit to maybe six feet or so on the paved shoulder. Dragging behind it was the poor things insides. Only the animals back half of the shell was crushed. We didn’t stop, one reason was that there was nothing I could do for the animal, and second is the chance of getting salmonella or echolalia poisoning, I’m not sure which one is carried by reptiles and I’d rather not find out, all I need to know is that I could die if I don’t wash my hands after touching any cold blooded animal. So everyone needs to watch out for turtles and most of all MOTORCYCLES!!!
Well that’s all I really felt like writing tonight, sorry about the language used, just needed it to express a stronger feeling than acceptable words would have allowed for. And any questions about the Chantix just ask.
Michael
Toothache
It’s 4:41am I just woke up with a toothache; this damn thing hurts so badly now. It has been two days and now I think, no no no, now I know that I am going to see some one tomorrow. It doesn’t really even hurt as bad in my tooth as it does in my jaw now; so I’m a little worried that there may be more to this dental ache than just a broken tooth. If any one has ever had an abscess tooth then you’ll know my pain and it’s a pain that wouldn’t be wished on our worst enemy. The whole right side of my face is swollen, my lips on the same side are numb “that feels kinda cool” and my jaw feels like its going to break from the pressure. There is even a little knot on the bone just bellow the tooth. I have done most of the sore tooth remedies and none have seemed to work at all. I have clove oil “that did the trick last time”. I tried garlic cloves smashed and placed in the cheek by the tooth; then placed “with a new clove” on the opposite wrist of the sore tooth. I swished salt water and garlic oil. Smashing the garlic and swishing the garlic both made me puke. Yet none of the above seemed to help at all. I have also swished away close to a half bottle of fluoride, half bottle of mouth rinse, and half bottle of peroxide. Those three washes done in a row seem to give the most relief from the pain. Ibuprofen hasn’t seemed to help all that much either this time. So I sit here in pain and write to all who will read.
Since I can’t sleep I have decide to write again for once. I have been a little busy here lately and haven’t really had a chance to write much. I have even had a little bit of writers block when I have wanted to write. My last posting was done in a rush. That is why the Ron Paul videos aren’t showing up on here. But you don’t need me for Ron Paul videos, just Youtube search Ron Paul. He in my hopes will be next president. His ideas are set on how this country was founded, and that is what we need in this day and age. As much as I love this country I think it is falling apart at its seems; and no one seems to care as long as their pockets stay full. Newsbreak if the dollar isn’t worth anything then all the American money ever printed wont help you. All and all I think this country should go back to its gold standard. That may sound crazy to some but hey cash may be king but gold will always be. Some of Ron Paul’s theories seem a little drastic and seem even a little scary; but that comes from having a dependency on our federal government. I’m not quite a political writer yet and I don’t have the vocabulary to really explain all about Ron Paul and his ideas so stop reading this and google video Ron Paul. You’ll find so many good videos with him being interviewed and such. So if you really want to help change the world we live in then watch his videos, become a republican before the preliminaries and vote for him as our next president.
Damn tooth………
Well every one I got into school. But before you say “wow that’s great” my financing evaporated at the last minute. So needless to say I’m still not in school. I went to vocational rehab to see if they will help retrain me to do something new. So far so good, on the 12th I have a TABE test to take, just to see if I am smart enough to be in school. Just be cause some of these schools just let everybody in. so I jumped threw all the hoops of the school and in the end I got let down, not by the school but by others. I’m not mad at them one bit. $17,000 is a lot to hand out. And now anyway the state may even pick up the bill. That will be cool. Though I do wish I were in class with my peeps. I only here from one of my class mates any more anyhow. Every one else has seemed to drift away, it all good though and even quite expected. So I really hope in June that I will be in school now. There are a few of my classmates that will attend the June class so that will be good.
Last Thursday I bought a memory card for my camera on Ebay and I still haven’t received it. I’m a little pissed off because now I can’t take but two pics at a time before the memory card that I have now loses format. I really hope that today is the day for the card. It’s a Sony 2gig memory stick pro duo. I did a buy now for the card and got it for $2.99 with $16.99 shipping. Plus every thing else that my buddy bought that day has made it to his house already. As most know I love to take pictures. They are memories that should be kept. So lets all hope that I get my camera today. Before I go to the doctors for my tooth. Yes the doctor first so when I go to the dentist they can just pull the damn thing. This will be my first missing tooth and I hope my only ever! I don’t want to fit the Florida profile of having only two yellow teeth.
The Tylenol with codeine is kicking in so I’m going to stop here before I can’t write and post this.
Thank you for you time and interest in me
Michael Trump
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