Michael Trump

Reagan R. Trump

November 22, 2010 at 10:10 pm (Uncategorized)

One week ago this post; a very amazing thing happen to me and my family. God blessed Sarah and I with a hansom ten finger and toes little boy. He weighed 8lbs 12oz, is 22 inches long and  has a set of longs that any opera singer would cherish. Reagan R. Trump, my little me, has been so great to have around and has made Macey just a little jealous when he is in my arms. Monday the 15th was an adventuress day; our day started around 5:30am and ended just before midnight. Sarah and I really just hung out all day and she didn’t really have many contractions at all, but around eleven the contractions really picked up and things got really exciting. Sarah’s mom and my mom not only got to be in the room for Reagan’s birth they got to hold Sarah’s legs up for her; my sister got to record the entire birthing process (the video needs to be hacked and recoded, the camera didn’t close the file properly) I also got to be a part of the festivities, Sarah got to push and I got to catch our new little baby. That’s right; I got to catch my new little buddy. I really got to catch him, the only thing the doctor did was coach me on what to do and make sure the cord didn’t get wrapped around his neck. Wow it was so flipping cool and it is still so fresh in my head I love it. Once he popped out I set him on Sarah’s chest and gazed in amazement on what had just happen. Next thing I knew I was grabbing scissors and cutting the cord physically linking my son to my wife. That cord is some tough stuff to cut threw and just a little scary, after he was all cleaned up I got to cut the cord closer to his belly. Reagan was a little screamer while getting all cleaned up and I was all smiles, (not because he was screaming, but because I was so happy). After he was born and the video was shut off we really stared taking pictures, three camera were just flashing away for about an hour. Sarah looked so happy and relieved, I was so excited and all smiles, my mom was crying and my sister was amazed at how “not so gross or bad” the whole process was, and Sarah’s mom looked so proud she had a little grandson. Rich came up too but had to wait out in the hallway because Sarah didn’t want any guys seeing the personals; that weren’t so personal at the time. All in all it was a wonderfully great night and has really changed my life for the better even if I lose a little sleep each night.

“Reagan R. Trump” Wow it just looks great as a name doesn’t it?

The Baby boy VIEW SLIDE SHOW DOWNLOAD ALL

   Well we all got to come home like 48 hours later… three days on the calendar. Yeah I know. Reagan has really been a great baby and boy he loves to drink his mommies milk lol. Lucky lil guy. Sarah has been just great too, she is so much less miserable now and is all smiles… except when she is really tired. It is great to have my wife back all full of hugs and kisses.

I hope you all enjoy the album and leave comments if you can or want.

Arianna Shirk, I really wish you could be here to meet your little brother, he is so handsome and I know you would just love him to so much. Macey would just love you too… so far she isn’t to fond of Reagan. 

Work has been great…  I just wish I had more hours at both jobs.

Well this isn’t the longest post I have made in a while but I am tired and it will take a while for the album to load.

The happiest Michael Trump

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I like it with a chain

October 16, 2010 at 10:11 pm (Uncategorized)

Well tonight I have a bit to write about, but I am not sure if all my thoughts will get typed the way they are organized in my noggin. I am very tired for many reasons tonight and am not ready to go to bed just yet since Macey is still up walking around.

Last Saturday now… wow I haven’t had much time. Last Saturday some of my family on my dads side came down to visit Sarah and I for the weekend. It was so great having everyone here since I have never really had the chance to get to know my meme or Aunt Connie and Mattie. They were visiting my dad and decided to come stay the night and then we all went on Sunday to go see him again before I had to go to work. Sarah and me haven’t seen dad in a while so I jumped on the chance to go see him even if just for a few hours. It was cool seeing him and we all had lunch together and just hung out till I had to go to work. When I got home Sunday we had dinner and really had time to hang out with the family. Sarah had a good time and Macey really loves Aunt Connie; I cant wait till they come back by again so we can all get to know each other better.

Well you will be glad to know that I have finally got a test date for my Echo Test… I can wait for that. I really need a steady study partner; any takers?

Okay well now to the really cool stuff. Thursday, Jonny and I used my time before I had to go to work (another story) to get more firewood. My peep had some large tree branches that needed trimming and we were the perfect free help he needed. We started out early and got a bunch of oak cut using my stepdad’s chainsaw. Fun fun fun, Jonny was shocked that the chain held up so well against the oak, and so was I. I started in on some saplings that needed clearing and everything was going great. I was having fun cutting stuff up and wasn’t paying attention to the vines that were finding their way around my arm. Then out of nowhere it hit me. These damn little thorny vines had a grip on my trigger arm and were starting to sting a little. I let off the gas on the chain saw and got to shaking my arm free of these torturous tree strangling assassins. Now mind you I was crouched down so I could get a close cut to the ground when cutting the little trees. I got my arm free and stud up; somewhere in those ten seconds of shaking my arm and standing up I bumped my knee with what I thought was the butt end of the saw. I looked down seen nothing and started back to cutting… I looked back down before I had the chance to start cutting again; I lifted my shorts and holy shit I cut my leg wide open. Not a long cut but a short, wide and deep laceration. All I could think about was “shit Sarah is going to kill me” I looked over at my friend and was like dude I thing I need a bandage. He quickly abided and Jonny came to make sure I wasn’t going to die… I think he was thinking my mom would kill him if I died. Lol. I walked over to the hose and washed out the wound then to the drive way to patch it up. Okay so I almost passed out like five times, but it didn’t hurt at all. So after it was all patched up with four Band-Aids and package tape we went back to trimming the trees till I had to get ready for work. Sarah got home before I left for work and wanted to send my new future man scar. So she flipped and insisted I go to the hospital; six hours later and four staples we got home. I missed work and was starving. When we got to the hospital the lobby was full and there was another guy there who got his leg with a chain saw too and every one thought we were together. He had a squirted and was there as long as I was. every time I squeezed the cut you could see all my fat pushing up and out. Oh it was so cool and it still didn’t hurt at all. The PA finally came to patch me up and when she got out the numbing stuff and drug the needle across my cut I about punched her face off. That crap hurt like hell. The only way I can describe it is having someone give you paper cuts inside my already big cut. Yeah that’s how I felt. That squirm you just did; I was doing that in the bed the whole time she was numbing me. I didn’t feel the staples and they only got to hurting last night.

I got a second job to bring extra money into the house and had my second first day of training last night. It was a slow night but I got to see a lot and got to see all the ins and outs. After my shift I called my Honey on the way home and remembered I forgot my Throw Back Mountain Dew and the store so we chatted and I went back to get my drink. As I got out of the car here comes a guy running towards me with stolen goods in his hands. He was being followed by three employees and was gaining ground on them. Not thinking at all I joined in on the chase and was on top of this guy before he knew it. He tried to jump in the getaway car but a little push from me he kept running. I got behind the car and got the tag number. By this time every one caught up and kept chasing the guy; I joined in again and was right behind him. I didn’t see anyone else so I wasn’t about to tackle this guy and blow out my staples. He threw down the stores good and head down the street. One of the guys chasing him was able to cut him off but missed the grab. I got back up to him and had his shirt in my hand as he jumped in the car. I let go so I wasn’t getting pulled down the street. Everyone was shocked that I ran with staples in my knee… I think I was the most shocked. It was a blast!!

We have a name for the baby finally. (Reagan Ramsey Trump) or (Reagan Lee Trump)

Well it is midnight and I had better get to bed so I can get up for church.

Good night Arianna, Macey and Reagan

Daddy

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sniff sniff… Do I Smell wood… hehehe

October 4, 2010 at 10:34 pm (Uncategorized)

Well this post is really just for me, I wanted to write some time and this is what I chose. So the other day Sarah and I were coming home late from somewhere. I think we were coming from my mom’s house; we had dinner there with my Nana and little sister. Last Thursday I guess it was. Well when we turned on our street I noticed the big tree that shaded the parking lot of The Barter Post was gone and there was a huge pile of wood left in its place. I toyed with the idea of driving the Lincoln down that night and collecting all that would fit in just a few trips, but it was late and I was tired and I figured that if I asked for the wood the tree trimmers would be happy not to have to load it up. I got up early Friday before work and made up a note to tape to the logs so that they could contact me if I could come get the wood. With my coffee in hand I headed down the street on foot (I have a belly I have been trying to get rid of) half way there the tree guys showed up for work. Lucky me. “You all wouldn’t be willing to part with this wood would ya; If I wanted to take it?” I said. “You want the logs? How are you going to get it out of here?” The worker said. “One at a time, on my back until till I have cleared as much as you’ll let me take” I said with a grin. “Just kidding I can have some one hear with a truck soon” “Okay well when will you have it picked up” I told him that day and sure enough two short beds and two long beds full of wood later I have plenty to last us a while. Oh yeah I filled that trunk of the Lincoln once while I waited for Rich and my neighbor to show up. I split a few pieces of wood and took a shower just in time for my boss to call and say he had me on the schedule for the day. That was more good news. Well all evening Sunday after work I split wood and all day today I split wood. I now have a four foot high twenty foot long wall of wood and my pile looks the same as it did two days ago. Okay maybe a bit thinned out. My hands are ready to blister and I am still ready to split more. I am sore since this is the closest to a work out I have had in a while; Sarah was so kind to me and rubbed lotion on my hands to try to make them feel better. I got to looking online yesterday for wood splitters because tomorrow there will be even more wood added to the pile I already have and then even more on Wednesday. Sunday I felt that I could get a little over whelmed and that maybe a wood splitter could help some. Way over priced for a couple pieces of metal and a hydraulic jack, for real. But I did find the cool looking little thing call a log grenade. It helps to split even wet wood… which all the wood I have now is wet. This thing is an ice-pick looking wood wedge. Cheap and the reviews seemed okay even though they looked a little fake, I’m just saying. I told Rich I needed one and that it could help split the wood faster and easier. “He is getting some of this wood too” He picked me up one from Northern Tools and holy bat crap that thing busts right through the logs. I have been for years just using a heavy splitting axe and boy was I just spinning my wheels. This log grenade thing makes splitting even good sized logs fairly simple since the dang thing stays in the wood and you don’t have to take it out every swing. Rich wanted to see the thing in action that’s how I know how it works and how it works. The neighbors now know I have a new toy too. The wedge makes this pretty little ting sounds every time it is hit. Tomorrow before and after Rich and I get more wood I am going to have fun trying to bust the log grenade in a piece of wood. I am sure it can handle my swinging for now. My big axe has a sledge head on it too; that is how I was able to start using it tonight.

Today while cutting up my wood Coco was outside with me just hanging out making noise every time I made a peep or if Macey was to close to me “Coco is very jealous” I am glad Sarah was paying attention to what was going on around us because I sure wasn’t. As it turns out there were to huge hawks circling above Coco’s tree and Sarah informed me of Coco’s impending doom if I didn’t act quick. I put Coco inside and the hawks stayed flying just above the house for a few more minutes. I watched them while I gave my arms a break from cutting wood. They seem to have a nest in one of the pine tree two lots down. They hung out by this nest for a little while and then flew away looking for food I guess. About a half hour later three crows showed up and started snooping around the nest. Next thing I knew all three were inside it; if there were eggs there aren’t anymore. The three left and the nest was empty when I went inside for dinner. I’ll see if there is any movement in it tomorrow, (by looking for movement I mean, looking from ground level in my yard up to the nest with a camera) maybe it wasn’t a hawk nest. But there have been so far two attempts on Coco’s life thus far by these hawks. Coco keeps an eye out and lets me know when they are getting to close for her. But sometimes they still have time to swoop down at her and she flies under furniture for safety screaming like you hear on a horror movie.

I am starting to get tired.

I am off to bed good night.

Sleepy Trump

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Married

September 6, 2010 at 8:36 am (Uncategorized)

We have been married now over a week and it is still great. It took just about the whole  week to get her name all changed and such. Waiting at the social security place was probably the worst of it. Maybe ObamaCrist should get some hope an change up in there and fundamentally change that place because if he has his way this country will run just like the social security place… we are screwed. Okay okay sorry back on track. So this whole being married thing is exactly like before except Sarah is bossier now (I love you punkin) but yeah I like it.

Well last night I got to see my first real live belly dancer and to tell you what I was not impressed by her skill level. I watch some Turkish Belly Dancing on youtube every once in a while and they are awesome. This chick was not anywhere near that level. So there is a bar just down the street from the restaurant we ate at that has belly dancing on the week ends and as soon as Jonny gets a new I.D. we will be heading down that way. We ate at Mama’s restaurant down at the Tarpon Sponge Docks. Not only wasn’t I impressed with the dancer they had, I didn’t like my frozen vegetables either. The place was so busy they ran out of beef and was giving people lamb instead. I guess that could be an upgrade if you like lamb over beef. I ordered the charbroiled chicken with mixed vegetables. That chicken tasted fantastic; so did my warm vegetables; that was until I bit into a frozen cauliflower. I am some what under standing so I didn’t pitch a fit. The waitress brought me out some hot ones and I finished what I could “I got full”. Mom and Rich loved their salads and Sarah isn’t used to Greek spaghetti I guess. Macey got to dance with the dancer and Rich got a picture with his camera phone. I’ll try to get it in this post. I just texted Rich to email the pictures to me; I guess we will see if I get them. I would have to say that I might go back again some day soon. I want to see a good belly dancer. And the chicken was good; over priced but good. Okay Rich hasn’t sent over the pics yet, sorry. Check my facebook for them.  www.facebook.com/thetrump

Well it has been a year since Elisha put up the pictures of Arianna Shirk, and I got to finally see how much she looks like me and that there is no doubt the she is my little girl. I will continue to write her name in my posts until she finds me. Tomorrow I go back to court for one last visit with the judge. She is going to apply the confidentiality motion to the case; I think that just covers what was said in the court room and won’t stop me from writing about her. Any way there are some many other people that could write in my place so it mustn’t cover anything but what happen in the court room. These are the same pictures as before since they are the only ones I have. Isn’t she so pretty?

Ten thirty and I am the only one up right now. After I am done here I have to go cut the grass and get the yard looking better before I get a notice from the city. Fun fun fun. I will have plenty of time for the yard since my job has cut hours back to just sixteen or less for the week. From thirty six a week to sixteen really is going to hurt. Any fun places hiring? I could be a fat belly modelJ. More time to study too.

Hmm am I forgetting to cover anything?

The Fantastic Married Michael Trump

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The wedding of Sarah Weaver and Michael Trump

August 31, 2010 at 9:29 pm (Uncategorized)

Friday the eve of the big day.

I cannot believe it; finally after all these years someone has actually gotten me to settle down and I am now married to the greatest woman ever. This past weekend went by so fast it seems like it didn’t even happen. Friday I went to work and got two leads, and when I got home Jonny Surburban was waiting for me to take us to Bells Outlet for pants and under shirts. John Mac met us there and we all found the last few things we need for the wedding as far as clothing went. It was cool hanging out with them and doing the shopping thing (not having a girl there made it a quick trip because we could just grab what looked good and get the heck out of there.) We hung out in the Bells parking lot for like a half hour or so just talking about the good old days and how much trouble we could have gotten into back then. John headed home and Jonny and I met my stepdad up at the Wing House for dinner and a few drinks. My last night of freedom was spent eating a blackened chicken salad and hanging out with the two people I can generally count on the most. Rich spent most of the night telling our blond haired waitress horribly mean blonde jokes. Okay well she laughed at most of them; later on though she told him to start telling her brunet jokes since she wasn’t enjoying the blonde ones anymore. Just before close we headed out, Rich went home and Jonny and I went to Sail Inn for a few more drinks. Well they were my first drinks since I didn’t drink at Wing House. Thank you Rich for dinner. Jonny and I didn’t stay at the bar very long because of how close it was to two o’clock. Jonny was trashed tough by the time we got home.

Saturday morning the big day.

Well I got up early like I do most every day; I took out the dog, fed the bird and let the mutt jump all over Jonny to get him up. I busted out the new razor and cleaned up my scruffy beard, used the electric trimmers and with no help from anyone I cleaned up my mop on top. Well not the very top but the sides and back. Luke showed up right on time, and I checked and double checked my list of things to bring

1. me

2. the ring

3. under shirts

4. groomsmen

5. boots

6. camera

7. marriage license

8. hair products

Not a long list but forgetting any of that would have really slowed the day down. Jonny, Luke and me went to my little brothers and dropped off the dog and headed out for Winter Haven. What I couldn’t believe was that my little brother was able to follow us all the way there. We got to Sarah’s brothers place and got dressed then headed out for pictures. Holy crap was it hot outside. We had all the pictures taken at this garden in Lakeland and I think they will turn out awesome. Sarah’s uncle took all the professional pictures and Luke used my camera to take just normal pictures (by the way they turned out great too. Thank you Luke). After we took all the pictures the guys found out the all the girls were going to Sarah’s grandmother’s house and we weren’t going… Mikey’s room was just a tidbit to small for all of us to hang out. John Mac busted out the GPS and we found a Taco Bell to hang out in for an hour and a half. My last lunch was spent with great friends and I wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world… okay maybe lunch with Don Trump. Lol joking. After we stuffed our faces and had a few laughs it was time for me to change my life for ever and ever. Our little train of cars set out for Lake Silver guided by a Garmin. When our little group of guys got to the gazebo there was a few others who had made it there before us. Vince my friend doing the nuptials was there and it was great seeing him again. Vince was a classmate back in EKG school and was the perfect choice to do our ceremony. The only people who I didn’t get to see there was my daughter Arianna Shirk and everyone from my dads side of the family and they were a group who I truly wanted there because my dad couldn’t make it due to uncontrollable circumstances. I still haven’t heard from any of them… maybe they got lost and really tried to make it. Five pages of print was read in like five minutes and then it was done; Mr. and Mrs. Trump now and forever more. There were more pictures taken and then we went to the reception hall. Where we had our first dance and a newly wed couple to the tunes of Pure Imagination sung by Gene Wilder yeah I know very cool. The song just seemed like the right choice for us. Listen to the song if you haven’t heard it in a while. Okay so the video is just below here don’t miss it. I love you Sarah Trump so much thank you for becoming my wife. We all had a great evening and I would like to thank everyone that attended and say sorry to those of you that we couldn’t invite, for no other reason than cost. I wish everyone that I knew could have been there, I really do. Enjoy the song and all the pictures.

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The day after our perfect union.

Lol this is terrible. First Sarah and I went to get a new tire on the Lincoln and were then going to go to Clear Water for the day. We went to Tires Plus on Rowan road New Port Richey. I told the guy inside the store what I wanted and then sat for like an hour before seeing anyone head out to the car. Then he headed back into the shop; he went back to the car with a jump pack. I spurted out “why is they guy heading to my car with a jump pack?” the manager told me that my car wouldn’t start. “um… you just have to turn the key” I told him, and I quickly went for my car and turned the key. It started. They kid told me the car was going to stall out. “Turn off the air!” I uttered. I went back inside and asked the manager if that kid was really going to work on my car. He assured me that it would be okay and that this kid does know how to change a tire. One hour later the manager brought me my keys and then told me that broke a lug nut, and striped out the huge wing nut that holds in the spare tire. Are you kidding me? This is was a terrible experience for me and Sarah, who by the way just wanted to go to Clear Water and spend the day with me. We finally got there and had dinner/lunch at Frenchie’s on the beach. After our delicious meal Sarah and I told a lovely walk just enjoying each other.

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Sarah’s mom watched Macey until yesterday so that we could have just a day or two to our selves. Thank you.

Well people thank you for coming

Michael Trump just married!!!

Dear Arianna Shirk,

I truly wish you could have been there to see you father get married I hope that you will some day get to see these pictures and know that you were on my mind though out the day. Enjoy the pictures how I enjoyed being in them.  I love you.

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The Trump

August 22, 2010 at 7:03 pm (Uncategorized)

Oh my goodness it is happening again. The liberal press is black balling Rick Scott now, like they did to the awesome Ron Paul, for some reason these flaming libs are avoiding saying Rick Scott’s name. I wonder if it is because Rick Scott is a real conservative and a better candidate than progressive Bill McWho. The government ran liberal press has no problem talking about Bill, giving me the impression that he is just another progressive looking to pass on his own agenda and not what the people or our great Constitution want. This Tuesday is the very last day to cast vote in the primaries and if you are registered republican please come out and vote for Rick Scott and let’s keep Florida on the right tract and out of the dangerous progressive’s hands. The liberal press is not talking about Rick Scott for a reason, they are afraid of him and us. Don’t let their propaganda fool you. I hope I will see you Tuesday at your local voting site.

On the greatest note ever in recorded history; Saturday is the big day for me. Sarah and I are getting married and I could never be happier. For real this is happening on Saturday and I am pretty happy about who we have coming as guests and such. There are a few good people that aren’t coming to this fantastic event that I wish would be there with me and the love of my life. Actually there are a lot of people not coming that I wish could be there; probably not so much by their choice but just uncontrollable circumstances. The wedding is going to be over in Winter Haven under a little green and white gazebo right off Lake Silver just north of where we are having the reception 210 Cypress Gardens Blvd. Winter Haven, FL 33880. Now the way the invitation is written up I really hope everyone is able to find the wedding, the reception is easy to find. If you are reading this and are coming to the wedding just remember Lake Silver and you will be able to find it. Sarah’s uncle is going to be taking all the wedding photo’s and I am sure he will do a great job, that also means everyone is free to bring their cameras too so that we can have as many pictures of this wonderful day as we can. All my grooms men are named John and how odd is that, it is cool though because they are a great group of guys. I can’t wait to have a new Trump in the family. I love you Sarah.

Okay last week the A/c in the T-bird was repaired and it was kind of nice driving it around with a/c, so out of shear curiosity I tried to charge up the a/c system in the great and luxurious Lincoln. The first can of refrigerant I bought came with its own hose attachment saving me the expense of buying a separate one. I hooked it up and hit the button never reading the instructions. Needless to say by being an ass I waited 18 dollars because I didn’t turn the can upside down like the instructions say to do. After about 15 minutes of the a/c not getting any cooler I decided to read the whole not to elaborate instructions printed on the back side of the little pressurized can. I didn’t have the car on and didn’t have the can upside down. Well I Sarah turn on the car and I tipped over the can… I was a little too late; all the aerosol stuff was gone from me having the can in the wrong position and now I have a full can of refrigerant with no way to extract it. I went back into the auto part store, got anther can and did it the right way. Well you won’t believe this; the Lincoln now has very crisp cool air flowing from its twenty-one year old vents. Oh yeah I got the cool stuff. I think when tax time comes I will get all the door hinges, windows and locks all up to date and have the engine cooling system pressure checked and sealed. I love my great little car. Still under 100,000 miles and still going strong.

There is a new rum in my favor. Kilo Kai is one of my new favorites… Okay here is the list; Kilo Kai, Captain Morgan 100 proof, Sailor Jerry, Captain Morgan Tattoo, and Captain Morgan Original spiced rum. Yep that is about it. There are other good liquors out there but those are the ones I like a lot. So back to Kilo Kai, it is very very smooth and mixes so well with Coca Cola. I couldn’t believe it when I first tried it. I generally have a bottle on hand now so come by some time and have a rum and coke with me.

Well until next time

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We all can and will sin

July 25, 2010 at 10:29 pm (Uncategorized)

First thing first I have a buzz right now as I am typing this, buy buzz I mean I have had two rum and Cokes “I made the first one with one ounce Captain Morgan 100 proof and eight ounces Coke-Cola on the rocks; The second one I couldn’t tell you what was in it because Sarah made it for me.” So I feel great right now, and am ready to right for a bit or until I run out of stuff to type; that is if Sarah doesn’t make me get off the laptop. Rum and coke- not bad if made right.

I had, while at work today, witnessed two very intriguing events; so much so that I even took notes, as to not forget what I had saw, so that I could scribe my story to the world. Now whether or not you find them interesting or not is up to your personal view points and if they agree with mine or not. I love to put down into words what I come across though my travels because you never know when someone will find my story just as interesting I did. Plus everything that I write I truly hope that my daughter Arianna Shirk finds and then finds her way to me since the “Adoptive Parents” seem to think she shouldn’t know her father. Well today was a day to go down in the history books for me; church was most of all surprising and just a little overwhelming. Church really today showed me that we are all just people and we ALL can sin. I don’t want to put what had happen in this post or any other post from hear on out, but WOW it was crazy and our place of worship I don’t think will ever be the same. As much as the gossip end of the story would amuses and gratify others it really is just a shame.

So at work today I was outside for my shift just because my display was so pleasant on the eyes and I just had to enjoy the view. I wish I had a job just watching cameras all day, I tell you what nothing would get past me. So the first thing that took my breath away today, other than church, was “while I sat alone outside trying to gather names and numbers”, this tan little four door Nissan out in the parking lot. In most cases no one pays any attention to cars out in the lot, but not me, I love watching people. Okay so this little car was really nothing to look at but what it did caught my attention. As the sedan passed by one of the isles kinda out of my sight the driver stepped on the breaks just a little harder than a normal person. By doing that I perked over to see what was possibly happening, maybe they almost hit some one or something, or maybe they were a driver for a shop lifter stopping only long enough to pick up their cohort. Well I was wrong with both thoughts, because as I used my twenty-twenty vision to peer away at was going on there out of the car jumped a little who took off running. Yes we got a run away and the fat mom is going to try to chase him “I knew she was over weight by a lot because the car was listing to one side- her side”. A smile grew ear to ear as I anticipated her aerobic abilities and what was about to happen. Your smiling to now I bet… yes you are. The kid still at full sprint and only maybe twenty feet from the car stopped in his tracks. “Damn it!” I said to myself. Yeah he gave up so fast, and then he bent down and picked up something. Now at this time I was a little disappoint the there was no robber, no one getting hit by a car and the kid wasn’t going to run away. I was half tempted to scream out, “run kid run; they don’t love you!!”. I am sure that would have cost me my job; especially if the little terd did take off and was tragically injured due to my assness. With no hopes of anything cool happening I just looked on to see what the little plum shaped kid picked up. You know what, at the moment I truly wished I was as fast a Superman or Flash Gordon; that little pie eater was picking up at that very second something that every single one of use wishes that they could find on any given Sunday. This had to have been a present from the man upstairs because the most I ever found was twenty-five bucks while walking the dog with Sarah. This kid picked up a huge wad of cash; even if it were all ones it would have been well over a hundred dollars… I mean it well over a hundred. For flipping real the kid looking about ten or eleven had just made the greatest score ever! The wad of cash that he was so lucky to find needed to be held with two hands. My eyes grew open in total amazement my jaw dropped down and I almost gasped for air. Some punk kid was holding in his hand a fat wad of cash and took to a full sprint back to his fat mom’s little brown car. The seen from the time I realized what he had till when the car was no longer in sight was super slow motion. I was so aw struck by what I just saw that I felt a little happy for them. I just hope it was a money roll from some dirt bag drug dealer who will get shot in the head tonight for not having his dues for his drug pimp, and not some poor old guys SSI or what ever. Amazing ay? I just really couldn’t believe what had just unfolded before me. One of the garden guys came out minutes later to say hi and that he was glad to see that I wasn’t fired from my crappy job “which is better than no job I have to say” I told him the whole story, not as well as I did for you though, and he too was just as awestruck. To my total surprise again, the car pulled back into the parking lot and two huge women and a little fat boy climbed out. All three of them holding a Slurpee, and the mom looking character had two packs of cigarettes in her chubby hands. “I am getting fatter so I can pick on the over indulgent ones of the world because I am becoming one of them”. I guess what would you do if you found a handful of cash in a parking lot?

That was just amazing and this next event of sorts will not top my first one with coolness but if thought about long enough; it will surly pull at your heart a little. As the little brown car from the first story raced away the first time; my peripheral vision picked up on a woman getting out of a crappy old white car in dire need of some body work and a bath. She was far from hot or anything like that, she had that nasty hair cut where younger chicks cut their hair way to short and shave the back down a little. You know the one where they look like a “pardon this phrase” bull dike. This homely woman had terrible highlights and just looked like a hooker; I was more convinced of this when she scurried into a little blue SUV parked in the handicapped parking at the end of the isle. The horrible looking white car sped away but not in an angry manner, and the blue SUV backed out of the parking spot and left too. Oh well I guess old guys need loving too. I didn’t think any more about what I just saw because I was still wrapped up in the fat kid grabbing all that cash. I told my cash story, saw the fat people come and go and then just to re ignite my interest the blue vehicle showed back up. Hmm… what was next? The two occupants evacuated the truck she the passenger and he the little old guy driver; they went to the back of the truck and he opened the back hatch. Into the same row of cars just maybe eight parking spots down comes the broad’s old man with the crap car. He parked and seemed to be waiting. The broad and the old guy exchanged words not load enough for me to hear but the way the little old guy was carrying himself I could tell he was… well not happy about what he was doing. His head was hung low shoulders rolled in and slow moving; not old person slow but the slowness of someone who is sad or depressed. He lifted up a towel and exposed a pack of Marlboro Red shorts; I know the package from my smoker days. He handed them to her and I knew then that she was kin to him. I filled in the rest of the story my self. She was/is his granddaughter, probably a junky, milked everyone else she could. But being that he favored her over all the other grandchildren he always helped her out no matter what. Maybe not until recently has he figured out that all his help over the restless years only made her more of a low life and instilling a level of expectation from him. Since it was in a parking lot the grandmother has come to realize what a douche the grandchild is and no longer wants her around the home; so granddad meets her places to “help” her out of tight spots. He didn’t carry himself whit pride so I could tell he wasn’t happy, and since the boyfriend didn’t get out and ride with them I figure that the grandfather blames him in part for his favorite grandchild’s failures. I am good, I know. Okay so he hands over the smokes and closes the door to his fairly new looking vehicle. The oddly mopped girl gives over a quick hug, not one of thank or of love but one like a dirty girl in a bar would give if you just bought her a drink and she was one her way to the next guy. You know the pat-pat run hug. Okay so she didn’t run back to the white car but the pace was quick with a little bounce to it. She looked back to see if the older guy was watching, he wasn’t, and then held up the cigarettes like a trophy; with a big thumbs up from her man in the crap car and the quickness of a rat she scurried into the passenger seat. The white car sped off in the opposite direction of the parked blue SUV with fresh cigarette smoke billowing from the windows. I couldn’t help but to wish the worst for them. I turned my attention back the little old guy who was slowing making it back to the driver seat. He maneuvered his way up into his seat, closed the door and hung his head low. Right then I felt so bad for the guy because I could just tell he wasn’t happy, he sat there motionless for about five minutes. I want to just walk up to truck pound on his window and to him to just pack up, move away and change all his numbers. Buy yeah that could have freaked him out then I would have had a heart attack on my hands. I know most of us like helping others out when they are in a bind and some are in more binds than others but really you have to draw the line somewhere and supplying someone’s habit should be a start. I know a few people who are like that and it kills me to know what they are doing in boy if I need help at all it makes me so ashamed to ask just because I could live with myself if I were like the douche from above. Now some of you may try to defend the situation but if you had saw the body language she gave off you could tell she was proud and was pleased to make her other half happy.

The rest of my day at work breezed by and I couldn’t wait to get home. Sarah and I were having company for the first time in forever. Jonny and Sarah’s mom don’t count. My friend John and his wife Pam were coming over with their little one to have dinner with us… oh yeah… Sarah and I now have a 24,500 BTU ice cold air blowing window shaker straight from The Home Depot. That is why we invited friends over… we can cool the house when there are more than two people in it now. I never cared before but Sarah melts my little heart and I though keeping her cool will keep her happy. So I saved and saved and save. We were just shy having enough for it and my step dad and uncle show up with our wedding present. Yeah my Nana, mom, Rich and Uncle Dejay pitched in and picked us up the A/C, I was disappointed and happy all at the same time. But now with expense to us we can keep the house nice and cool; energy star rate at 9.4. It was great have Jon and Pam over and I hope that they come over again soon. I will be having some of you over too, as long as Sarah is okay with it, no stepping on toes with me, and will cook any thing you want “with in reason” well probably not at all. I’ll cook something and you better like itJ . It is so weird having the house cool and having people over.

Well every one is sleeping here and I am up alone… probably why I was able to write so much with out being disturbed. You know I don’t even think Sarah reads these things I write.. maybe she will this time. Alright I take it back the dog has been messing with me the entire time I have been writing this so much so the I wrote stuff like “damn it dog, your bugging me, go lay down” then deleted it because I was really writing what I was thinking. I’m going to bed good night.

I blushed at the bank the other day…

Michael Trump has to sleep

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Just another night

July 11, 2010 at 6:58 pm (Uncategorized)

Lower your standards or you’re all fired! Basically is what he said at the meeting; for real with out knowing what he was talking about he/ our boss told every one at our sales meeting to lower our standards or we needed to find another job. Just last week I guess our company employed a new person who has some experience with lead generating from one of the least employee friendly companies around. So our boss seems to just be smitten by this young girl who by the way does have the ability to take control of the conversation. She is used to working 50-60 hours a week straight commission and only generating 16 leads, that is about 3.75 hours per lead. I normally get about 1 lead every 3 to 4 hours; where as there are a few people that I work with who get about 1 lead every 2 hours. Really this girl is just a normal person who isn’t any better at generating leads than the rest of us. But our boss is truly under the impression that she is getting some astronomical amount of numbers. But it amazes me that we were told that we needed to follow her format and get her numbers or we are all gone. Oh well I guess. Any how my numbers are way down and it seems to be affecting my stress levels because no one wants these dang things. That was my short spat for now…I could have turned this short paragraph into like a page but these people don’t really interest me that much.

Oh yeah Chew with you damn mouth shut!!!!

I would like to thank my friend Mark for the awesomest compliment ever on having the greatest ability to tell magical verbal stories. I love exotic adverbs and adjectives what can I say.

Okay the flower is another story but check out my pith helmet it has been getting much attention lately; mostly laughs but hey it is attention and some may be jealousy. lol just joking. My stepdad Rich got it for me after helping him with his yard and such as a gift because he saw me pick it up in Ace Hardware totally amazed at how cool it was. I though I was the only person in the state brave enough to wear it out into public, but I was wrong. Yesterday at The Home Depot I saw a guy with one on, and not an old guy either, some one around my age. I think with that I will be wearing it out more often, sorry Sarah:)

To the flower thing… well in Glenn Becks ten things to be a better dad you must listen to your wife and do as she says…. so I am holding a flower for a picture.

I was going to post all ten things but I can’t find them on his website anymore. Well they were in a transcript from the Monday following Fathers day. They were way better than the governments list of how to be a better dad… Turn of the lights when not in the room… use compact fluorescent lights… give your books to the library… bring your own bags to the store…. really those will help me be a better dad.

This picture is now a poster and is hanging up in our living room 20”x30” sweet aye. $13 at Wal-Mart and $10 for a frame. I have one of my late Luggnutt hanging up in our room and we are going to get another poster done of just Macey and the sunset… It is the one you see here to the left. I think if you click on the picture it gets bigger and you can see the whole thing.

okay well Sarah wants me off the computer now so I will write again soon.

The Trump… and Macey:)

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Orange Lake

June 27, 2010 at 7:44 am (Uncategorized)

Last night was great; Sarah and I went to Orange Lake in down town New Port Richey where we/I was hoping to get some chicken on a stick over at the KIA fest thing at the park. Unfortunately there was no chicken on a stick and all the other food was way more than I wanted to pay for something that would not fill me up. We walked around to see all the vendors and what they had to offer as far as foods and crafts; there were only two booths that had anything cool and they were the hot sauce booths. Sarah being the super brave girl that she is went ahead and right off the start tried the hottest sauce offered at the stand… se finished off Macey’s sippy cup. I don’t generally try those things because years ago when the old group used to hang out we all went to the Sponge Docks and tasted a hot sauce that we at the time regretted with our lives. Less than a drop on the tip of a pretzel stick and we were all in the bathroom and water fountains rinsing our mouths for like twenty minutes, and I love hot stuff. Back to last night I did try the step down from the hottest sauce this guy had and the flavor wasn’t all that great but it was nice and hot. After we walked and saw everything at the festival thing we were still hungry and I said lets get out of here and get something to eat somewhere. I first thought may be a sit down place, but as we were leaving some good Samaritans informed us that the fire works show was going to be happening later. Heck Yeah. So we went over to Burger King to eat quickly and still have time to get a parking spot and good seat. Never again will I do that; for Sarah and I to eat was $15… for real for a few dollars more we could have had great food else where. So mad. We went back to Orange Lake after we ate crappy fast food and by luck found a parking spot right up by the lake and a spot to lay out our blanket with a great view; this was at like eight o’clock. Sarah, Macey and I enjoyed ourselves for a bit and when nine rolled around and no fire works it was okay, nine thirty Macey exploded into a temper tantrum that lasted until minutes before the show started which was ten! Macey watched the show and either liked it or was paralyzed with fear, Sarah kept Macey’s ears cover though most of the show and I covered mine a couple of times. It was fun over all.

Oh my goodness before I for get… We are having a little baby BOY!!! We found out Thursday the 24^th. I am so excited and I want to name him Amadeo Eli Trump. There are a few other names in the mix but Amadeo is my number one along with Happy. Amadeo is an Italian name that means defender. So cool I am going to have a boy.

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This Album will grow, we have other Ultrasounds to add to it soon. Expect more soon.

For now I have to get ready for church, see ya there.

Trinity Family Church

7425 Orchid Lake Road

New Port Richey, FL, 34653

service starts at ten

Michael Trump

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Luggnutt is home to stay. I miss her so much

November 11, 2009 at 12:53 am (Uncategorized)

Sorry it has taken so long to write again; there has just been some much going on this last two weeks or so. The night of Lugg’s passing my step dad went to the hospital for chest pain. My mama was so mad and scared at the same time; she said she wanted him to go sooner and with out putting up a fuss. But Rich is just like all us guys “there is nothing wrong… I’ll be fine.” Rich ended up staying in the hospital for a few days and Sarah and I went to see him the day he was getting out. That was Thursday, the same day I went to get Lugg from the cremation place up on county line road. So Lugg passed away on Tuesday and Rich went to the hospital that same night. On Wednesday I had CVS order me a poster of Luggnutt 30”x 20”. I wasn’t sure how it would turn out with my digital picture getting blown up so much bigger than its actual size and all. CVS’s web site said it would take three to five weeks before I would get my poster. But that wasn’t so in my case. I was able to pick up my wonderful looking poster of the greatest dog ever that next Monday. Thursday came and Sarah and I took Macey up to see her pop-pop and to make sure he was doing okay and to cheer him up some. I wasn’t sure at the time when I was allowed to go get Lugg from Fosters pet cremation but getting her could wait while we all hung out with Rich who seemed pleased to have the company. Macey seemed to have fun up at the hospital seeing her pop-pop she just played the whole time; when she started getting cranky is when we said it was time to go get Lugg.

It was so hard holding back the tears during the trip to get my doggy, knowing that I wasn’t going to pick up a living fur ball killed me so much inside. All of Thursday was hard even before I had to go get her, knowing that I was never going to see her that way I have got to see her for the past six years. We arrived to the cremation place, and I went inside to pick up my angel who was now across Rainbow Bridge. The lady in the lobby knew who I was and promptly went to get my dog for me, I didn’t have to worry about the cost because my Nana picked up the tab for me knowing how much Luggnutt meant to me. I didn’t know what to say to the lady in the lobby because of being distraught and all, and the only thing that I could muster to say was “are you sure this is my dog in here?” she reassured me the only my dog was in there and that all pets are cremated in private and no ashes get mixed. I tried not to cry but a tear or so rolled into sight from behind my sun glasses as I left Fosters. Sarah really hadn’t been too sensitive over the whole thing and I can’t blame her because she really never had a chance to get to know Luggnutt as the great puppy that she was; Sarah tried to be empathetic for my sake and I thank her for that. Lugg road home on the dash of the Lincoln; it was one last ride for her and I. It really sucks not having my Luggnutts around there is so much about her that I miss. Like oh yeah…

The day Lugg passed away; my little sister Jessica and her son Hunter mover in with me to stay a bit and so that Jess could have a good chance at doing a little better in life. By means of, I hope getting her education in order and getting an opportunity for better employment her in New Port Richey; Inverness doesn’t really have much to offer as far as employment, and Jess lived far from any of the available public transit. That was another thing pilled on top of Lugg passing, before Jess got here our Meme’s van had a flat and she had no spare tire because not one of her children made sure she had reliably transportation. Meme had her van AAAd to my house for the night and I was going to take her in the morning to get a new tire. But by some miracle of god, my neighbor Denis happen to have a spare tire that had no vehicle to go on in his yard. I changed Meme’s tire for her so she could leave in the morning to go to the Dr’s, it was nice knowing that I was able to help her out. She does so much for everyone and I don’t think she is appreciated as much as she should be.

I got a gas grill finally!

Today was a good day for me but kind of a waste at the same time. I went down to Career Central to take a census test to get a job doing the census this coming census time. Well after taking two hours to do a thirty min test I found out that there wasn’t really going to be any hiring until this coming spring. Well I really hope to have an echo job by then and will have no need for a census job. Oh while I was there I saw why the government should not run anything! Again it took two hours to fill out a two page application and to answer 28 questions. After seeing that I was amazed at how crapy things there were run, if I were in charge there the doors would have been locked at 2pm (the time the test was supposed to start) directions would have been given once and any one who didn’t understand would have been removed since it was all very self explanatory. There was a lady who came in about forty five minutes after the test was to start and tried running things. But her dumbassness had know clue what was going on or what had been gone over or what paper work had been filled out yet, she really looked like an ass up in the front of the room. All she kept saying was that every one should get an equal chance at the positions there. I don’t disagree with that but when she said if you fail the test just come back and retake it. I was like for real, IF YOU FAIL YOU SOULDNT GET THE JOB!!!!!! We come to find out after the test; there was a practice test given out to all the people enrolled at Career Central. A fricken practice test for a census job!! Why don’t they just give them an answer key, no wait get the job for them and do the work for them and let the people just stay at home… wait the government already does that for the lazy. I still cannot believe there was a practice test for a 28 simple question test that you could miss at least ten questions and still pass. I miss two and wasn’t supposed to know my score and was told that I did really well. For real if missing two out of twenty-eight is really well I would hate to see just well or average. I don’t know what two I missed but I was sure I had ‘em all right. Oh well I guess. Tomorrow I have to call and see about taking the supervisors test so that I don’t have to go knocking door to door if I don’t have an echo career by then.

Sarah and I just goofing around getting some loving pictures in of us sine we seem to be running low. Macey really gets all the camera’s attention and Sarah and I are just bystanders for the most part. we had professional pictures taken recently and once we pay off the tab we will have those pictures that have a couple of us together in them and wow do we look flippen great. I am so glad I got rid of the psychopath and found this wonderful girl who lights up my life.

Macey is growing so much so fast that it some times is hard to keep up with. Just tonight she pulled herself up the side of the crib so that she could stand up and see her mommy and me. She is trying to to do so much, she just figured out crawling and is now standing and she can walk along the side of the table to get to what she wants. she is my little trooper who just love to be held upside down as much as my arms can take it. I love her and her mommy so much. xoxo

I have recently figured out that photoshop can make pictures look like true portraits and such so i have been playing with the settings and testing it out on pictures. I think that my works of art are coming out great. this picture was taken a while ago and looks great now that i dresses it up a little. most of the pictures in this post have been dressed up some.

I miss you my Lugg

Michael Trump off to bed

So Lugg is home in an urn, I got a 20×30 poster of her and i need to hurry up and take my echo test

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