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
Harvey is home.
The good news is that my son Harvey is home, with his family, and is a perfect little bundle of joy with all his tiny little fingers and toes. Everything went medicaly well during his birth and introduction to this crazy world. The day started at about 3:45 in the morning and on my end there was no need to wake since I had not yet fallen asleep from the night before. Sarah got up and started making sure we were all set to go while I handled putting the kids in the van and asking if she remebered different random things we may need. She had everything under control and I just smiled at her awesomeness. From the house we went to my parents who were eagerly awaiting Macey and Reagan’s arival. Macey in no way wanted to stay with them, only because she wanted to meet Harvey as soon as we got to make his accauintence. It took a couple of minutes but we managed to leave with enough time to get some hot chocolate and make it to the hospital with time to spare.
After arriving, we got checked in and brought up to the labor and delivery ward where all the festivities were about to begin. It was a nice room, though nothing I would want to spend to much time in regularly. The clock said it was five am. IV’s got started, plans were presented, and shift change happend; the new nurses came in and finally sarted her on the patossin. From there it was a waiting game; Sarah and I tried to get some sleep until the Dr. came in. When she got to the room to see Sarah ,she told us “well I think you’ll be having the baby around one pm”. There went all my precious and much needed sleep, since it was almost nine now and family started showing up; more people were in and out of the room than I could count. At amost one Sarah really started having contractions and decided she wanted an epidural. The nurses, in vain, kind of tries to convince her to skip it since she was so far along. “No” she said, and soon there after the anastisiologist showed up with his greater than thou you are waisting my time, I should be facebooking, bad ass good job doing self with his helper who was pretty calm and collected. The nurse had me hold Sarah’s shoulders, (I had a very empty stomach, no sleep, and nothing to drink at all), I got this. I go to holding my lovely wife up and am watching the guy fill her spine with pain easing fluids of joy. (Hey why are my arms all tingly, oh I’m getting all warm. Am I having a heart attack? Is this when I am going to die? What the hell is going on? If I fall I am going to pull Sarah down too. “Nurse, we need to switch spots right now. Yes I am fine just take over. I’ll sit down. Oh not on the floor. The chair. Right, that is where I was going. I am okay, I don’t drink soda any more. I’ll drink it but I am fine.” What the hell was that. Yeah that is how about a minute of my life went. I have never felt that way that I can remember any how. I let her down and there is no way to redeam that. All I can say though is that I guess I needed some good food and bad sugar.
Sarah laid down after the epidural, gave a practice push for the nurse who went and got the Dr.. Sarah gave a pracice puch for the doctor who promtly put on her sterile gear and had her push again. Harvey’s head came out with that push; the rest of him came out with a second half push. That boy was as purple as Grimmis and just about as big too. Eight pounds fourteen ounces. He quickly went from purple to bright red, closely resembling the hard exo-skeleton of a freshly cooked lobsted. Yes it was a fast delivery. I held Sarahs right leg and her mom held her left leg; Macey who stayed in the room with us held the shoulders of the nurse who would be soon taking care of my sons medical well being for the duration of our stay. By saying she was holding on to the nurses shoulders I was trying to convey that she was being held up off the ground making it possible for her to see the entire delivery. Macey’s face was priceless, with utter discust writen all over it; she didn’t squint away or try to hide her eyes either. My little four year old held out like a champ. There was a stool waitng for her over by the heated crib that Havey would spend some time in after getting cleaned up and fed. Macey diligently watched everyting the nurse did and managed not to get in the way at all. She did reach out to touch his feet after they were clean and didn’t look as messy as when he was first presented to her. Before everything was all cleaned up I took her, from her watchfull position upon the stool, into my arms and carried her to where the plasenta laid used and wasted waiting to be dicarded like broken toy. I told her that was where Harvey was sleeping all this time in mommy’s belly. She wasn’t pleased with what I had presented her, even though she did want to touch it. Macey went back to Harvey to make sure he was in good handes.
I kept my eye on Sarah during and after the birth to make sure nothing was wrong and to let her know that through all this she is still my number one. After the clean up, people started flowing in and thats when things got hectic. I quickly fixed that and things went back to normal. Soon after everyone was gone and it was just the three of us, I got some sleep here and there, Sarah fed Harvey here and there, sleeping very little. Havery did a lot of sleeping until about midnight. He said goodmorning and stayed up until about six in the morning. My wife by the way is a champ.
Havery is home now. Just sucking up the good life. Tomorrow is his first doctors appointment.
Can you sing in your dreams?
An evening to type; how great it can be. How I wish more of it.
Chickens and Ducks,
They are doing great and are all so much like a flock 
(the ducks with the chicken) that it really amazes me that I am now a keeper or birds. Lol. My Roo, the Jersey Giant, is now almost up to full crow and I believe size; with this I need to find a good inexpensive vet, who knows birds, to cut out Rex’s (the roo’s name) little but load voice box so I can keep his giant self around longer. He is a beautiful, some what tame, black with red bumpy dangle things, monster of a large bird with all the makings of a great flock keeper someday. The white ducks like him so much, that when I pick him up one of the little buggers bites at my toes when I am wearing my old worn out Rock Port sandals. It tickles really as it nibbles away at my little toes, but every once in a while they hit a tender spot and I cant help but to laugh like crazy and pretend to run from the little guy; it of course chases me as a laugh until I almost cry. The homemade chicken coop is staying together quite well and looks pretty good too.
The six birds stay in the yard now that the ducks can’t get out. Just the other day there were many openings in my front gate that could allow the birds, dogs and pig to get out as they
please. I had some fencing to put up to try to keep them in, but it has been so hot out that trying to put up the galvanized steal was out of the question. Since we have been getting this little bit of cool rain here lately I was able to trap in the yard so non can just walk out; the chickens can fly over the short fence if they so choose, but they wont leave the ducks for long and come right back. Now that the yard is secure I let out miss piggy for a little while each day and she just loves getting into all my plants and eating them. She is cute but is not so cute that I won’t eat her. I can’t wait for the chickens to start laying eggs so we can start eating nice fresh eggs.
I don’t know how many of you know how much I hate to shave. Well I hated it until now, I purchased a new double edged chrome safety razor made by Merkur. The blades are super cheap and the shave is closer than any shave from home I have ever had. I have used so many expensive disposable razor and two electric razor and could never get a good shave. The razors that did do an expectable job only lasted about three shaves before I started getting razor burn. My electric razors never cut it and I only kept them for when I ran out of expensive disposables and didn’t want to buy refills. I thought about learning how to shave with a straight razor but a good blade is pricey and I am not sure how good at sharpening I am. So I started looking into old school safety razors. I found the Merkur on Amazon and it had like 369 five star comments for 
it. I put it in my shopping cart and waited. When it got here I raced to the bathroom washed my face with some warm water and a clean rag (no soap), I lathered up my face with some Barbasol Beard Buster and cautiously went to town on my hairy face. At first I was really taking my time and being overly cautious, but after about the first cheek being clean I started speeding up and shaving like normal. By the time I was nearly done I was flying, three days later when I shaved again it was like second nature and the fear was gone. I cant wait to shave tomorrow before work. I will most likely be getting Sarah one to since I read a few comments put up by women who said they would never go back to any other razor on the market. Sarah is just nervous about cutting herself.
Arianna Lore Shirk, Aunt Connie and Cousin Alicia got to see the very few pictures I have of you yesterday. They say you are the most beautiful little girl and that they are going to be praying that you will get to know me soon. I know you will find me someday and your family here will be waiting with open arms.
Thanks to Uncle Mike, Macey and Reagan got to go fishing for the first time ever. We were at Sarah’s grandmothers for my weekend and the four of us tried to catch some fishies. All the while Reagan wanted to look over the edge of the old wooden dock scaring the crap out of us and his mom who sat on the boat ramp watching . Macey almost hooked all of us at least once and wanted nothing to do with anyone casting for her. Reagan just wanted to sword fight with the poles. So there were five of us, Macey, Reagan, Sarah, Mikey and I. We had a good time until the mosquitos attacked.
The same weekend as above we all went to Swan Lake and took some great pictures. This one is amazing. I love Reagan’s curiosity and the time we got to spend just looking at the fish here in this little pond. Reagan was so amazed by the fish and wanted to just grab at them as they swam by us. We hung out here for a little while after everyone left us just so I could enjoy some daddy son time. I wanted to put him in the pond but there is a camera beamed on the pond; plus I wasn’t sure if Reagan would have liked it much. lol.
On the 28th Sarah and I celebrate our second wedding anniversary. Two whole years have just flown by and I have loved every second of of it. Our plans are to start the day with a fresh new tattoo, then nice tasty dinner; from there we are going to a strip club and finish the night with a walk home from our local bar. all of that is great fun and way cheaper than a hotel on the beach where we have to be out by eleven. I love you baby, I cant wait till our 60th anniversary.
Goodnight my friends
Goodnight Arianna Lore Shirk
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!
Is there school in the morning?
Well it’s once again the middle of the night and I can’t sleep. So instead of getting mad in bed, I decided to write a blog and that is what I’m doing.
Well Saturday night was a lonely one. I sat around trying to write a research paper for English class and well that wasn’t happening. It didn’t happen Friday night either, oh yeah it didn’t happen all day today either. What’s that? That’s right, I didn’t write my paper so no I won’t be turning anything in on Monday. So my 
Saturday night was lonely and I just sat around trying to write that paper, well around nine or so I got bored and wanted a drink, but I had no one to drink with. Well I drank alone, just for fun ya know. I went to Sweetbay and picked up a small bottle of vodka and some lemons, yumm yumm. Oh yeah once I had a buzz I had no one to talk to, can ya’ll believe that crap. I had a couple of people in mind to call but…. I don’t buzz dial. But I bet who ever I would have called would have been happy to hear from me. But anyhow, they were some nice shots.
I love this picture, I couldn’t imagine getting this chance for these pictures. I was in Steve’s car and just happen to have the camera with me. That little guy seems to be just smiling at me when I was taking the pictures. Then Steve like an ass turned on the windshield wipers. DICK! But he didn’t kill the little guy.
So I have been making some kick ass pictures lately and I am very impressed with them. Tell me what ya’ll think. These are really my first few attempts at fixing pictures with Photoshop. So don’t judge me like I’m some kind of pro or anything.
Oh man as much as I don’t want to admit it I kinda miss Jackie and the kids. Steve wont shut up about her and how I should give her another chance and all that crap. But then as I start to agree with him I remember “Hey her ass has a new man she don’t need me” though it doesn’t make me fell any better it does keep me emotionless which is where I should be when holding on to a choice that I made. I made a choice because I was unhappy. She was unhappy too but chooses to remember the good and I can’t blame her but I have school to worry about and really can’t stray from that. I can’t have fighting and studying at the same time, I don’t think those to activities go together very well. I guess as these last fifteen weeks goes by at school I’ll have time to find myself again and maybe have a little fun doing it. I miss hearing Sammy in the morning but so enjoy the silence when I get home from school in the afternoon and well it’s a hard scale to weigh.
Oh man I don’t want to go to school in the morning. Well I guess I do want to go, it just sucks that I have to paper to turn in, but I did get my Power Point done. And I will have to stand in front of the class and talk all about it. Fun fun fun.
Well I think this is all I’m going to write tonight because I have a lot here and still have a little more to write but am getting tiered so I am going to go to bed now.
Yours truly,
Michael Trump
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
Michael Trump 