1984
1984…
A very bad year for one person in particular…
I haven’t written in a while and I feel pretty bad about it; finding time is becoming harder everyday. But for today here goes. With having no free time on my hands; finding time to sit down and read is more impossible than the press being honest about Ron Paul. I still love to a good story and have taken to listening to them as my 2nd choice to reading. For a couple years now I have been listening to Old Time Radio shows (and have been wanting to do another article on OTR) I am not tiered of my shows at all but when I here about a good book and can find it in mp3 I try to give it a listen. The book I am so moved to write about today is 1984 written by George Orwell.
In preparing to write this; I did some searching on what others have written about it. I am amazed and enlightened by how this book has helped shape music, language and some laws. Mind you this book is only a novel, a story meant to warn of letting government get out hand. I did most of my reading in Wikipedia and the recourses are amazing. The lists of bands and songs that incorporate 1984 into their work is shocking and eye opening.
This story is very alarming and in my own interpretation a prophecy for our future if we don’t wake up and stop being Proles. This book is about one man realizing the state of his condition as an outer party member. At first only in thought; he would exercise his mind as his own. Then he takes some action and starts writing his thoughts down. Knowing that is “Big Brother” found out what he was writing or even thinking he would be considered a traitor to the party. Oceania (where Winston Smith lives) is one of only three remaining super powers after the war. Winston Smith is the main character he is the one last man in Europe. In Oceania everyone in the outer party is under strict surveillance. Big Brother is always watching. In the story it is by a telescreen (nowadays it’s via the internet with high tech algorithms that can predict major populace idealistic movements, soon enough it will be on a personal level) Winston’s story plays out at first a little slow but it develops the characters so well that there is a great emotional response to the entire story. George Orwell did such a great job that you almost feel like this story takes place to your best friend. You easily feel the joys and pains that Winston goes through.
As much as I would like to take you through Winston’s journey I would much rather know that you too read the book or listened to in some form. Take a look on Wikipedia at all the songs related to this story. You will be amazed at the songs you may or may not like that have been influenced by this book. If you have read this book; take some time and read it again. Compare it to today’s political atmosphere. If you haven’t read this book and still believe the government loves you well… there is still no hope for you as a Prole. Well I guess you could even be an outer party member just waiting for your chance to turn in you neighbors for some unforgivable act like speaking out against your government. For everyone else though spread this classic like it were written today.
Arianna Shirk I think about you everyday.
Michael Trump
Duck Breast
I know I haven’t written in a long while and I am sorry for that. Working nights really puts a damper on personal time. Now the title of this, “Duck Breast,” was chosen with much pride. My friends know I love to cook and have sought to try duck for some time now. I have wanted to catch a Muscovy duck to harvest and eat; that has proven difficult. With the holidays rapidly approaching, a better selection of meat is now showing up at the local supermarket. Duck and goose are very plentiful right now and should be until Christmas or so. Not wanting to spend too much money on something I have never tasted before; I selected a smaller duck to prepare at home. Choosing to duck was easy; they all looked the same in their white wrapper and the only difference was price. I brought the duck home put it in the fridge and started watching YouTube videos on many different ways to cook this once pretty bird. It was tough trying to decide weather or not to cook the whole bird or butcher it and prepare it in parts. After days of mouth watering studying I came to a personal consensus; I would de-breast it and remove the legs and thighs. I chose this method after watching Chef Ramsay prepare two separate duck breast in similar manner. I wanted to grill the breast but stayed way from that method for just starting out.
Duck has always been a treat to many societies except here in America for some reason. I guess it may be a delicacy here too but I never see it on any restaurants menus or in store freezers. Small farms seem to offer duck almost year round and can even pick up some egg layers too if you so choose. Back to the delicacy of duck; The French seem to love the stuff and the Chinese are known as awesome cookers and such. I tried to find some American ways of preparing duck; roasting it seems to be the only creative way we cook duck here. There are a few smoked duck videos and a couple other simple recipes. The Chef Ramsay videos proved to be the most appealing, plus I have some trust in his cooking, being that I have watched many of his cable and local TV cooking shows.
Peking duck is what is currently available everywhere right now and is the duck I prepared. I started off by fridge thawing it. After complete thawing I unwrapped our tasty treat and gave it a good all over rub and squeeze to find the good sources of meat. Breast, legs and thighs were it. The wings were almost meatless and so was the back. I removed the breast from the duck but left the skin attached to the meat. I flipped the duck over and palpitated the muscle tissue to get the best cut of thigh and leg. I left skin on them too. All that remained was the almost meatless carcass and the giblets.
Now I had four nice pieces of meat, two breast and two leg thigh quarters. The separate cuts of meat need to be prepared in different manners. The breasts were placed skin side down in a room-temperature ten inch cast-iron pan after being lightly seasoned with lemon pepper. I set the stove to medium low until some of the fat started to melt away. I then turned the stove up to medium high and let cook until the fist sign of meat juice surfaced on top of the cuts of meat. Mean while the oven was set to 350 and had the legs inside slowly cooking. All cooking started at the same time. Now I didn’t put slits in the breasts skin like recommended and didn’t realize it until just now as I am writing this. It okay though I guess. I didn’t leave the breast meat side down for long and place the cast iron pan in the oven with the legs. They stayed in for about eight minutes and I pulled them out and set them to rest over the ovens built in vent “back right burner on most stoves” with a lid on the pan I let the legs cook until the reached 165 degrees. I don’t use times that much since every cut of meat is different. Use your best judgment okay. Now after the sides were prepared I sliced up the breast into thick cuts and made up some nice looking plates. So to the best part, our first bite; yes “our” first bite. Sarah was very willing to try some. Cutting it with a knife was like cutting cool butter with a warm knife. The look of the meat was dark like beef, and looked liked it was about a medium well cook. I trimmed off the skin and small amount of remaining fat and dove in mouth first. The bite down was very pleasant; it wasn’t overly juicy and the texture was that of a perfect beef tender loin. I was taken back by the amazingness of the meat, as was my picky wife who doesn’t like beef all that much. She plowed though her hunk of meat like it was the fist time she had eaten in days. “note: we did use a wishishere sauce to dip the small nuggets of breast meat.” Our sides were as follows; corn on the cob, Italian cucumber salad, and potato salad. The Italian salad was a great compliment to the duck; the tanginess off set the salty smoothness of the duck. Both of the kids ate up their pieces too and well I don’t think it will be long before I pick up a duck or two from a local farm and do this again. If you haven’t tried duck ever or have only had it roasted whole I strongly recommend trying it as a duck breast steak with a wishishere dipping sauce “not a drowning sauce, a dipping sauce”
Try it tonight wont you.
Mr. Bighamsworth
Mr. Bighamsworth is no longer with us. Yeah that’s right, I finally harvested him. Well I had a little help from my friends. Here in just a bit I am going to fry up some bacon to give him a tasty taste… Okay, I just had some and wow with a little apple sauce and salt; it was great. I have been raising this pig since the beginning of March and have controlled his diet best I can. He steadily grew until about a few weeks ago then it seems as though he leveled off. About seven days before we harvested him I started up a 4000 calorie a day diet to really plump him up a little. It worked; the pigs belly really filled out. I took about an hour or so
each day and got my shed prepared for the harvest. I got bins to hold ice; I sharpened my knives, set up an AC to cool the shed while we were in it and to keep it cool while the meat chilled. I have never up to that point killed anything except a rat, so I had to prepare my mind to make sure I could kill this beast to feed my family. To a regular hunter or farmer this is done at a young age and is never thought of again. For me it is new and took a little bit too actually pull the trigger. I used Steve’s air rifle designed for hunting to put him down, my shot was right on and the large wild hog reacted the way I saw in many of videos when a pig dies. About a minute had passed and he became still. Steve reached for the black cage door to open it so we could start the cleaning process. At that point Mr. Bighamsworth stood up looked around and started eating corn. Really no joke I felt so bad and was a little freaked out. Steve reloaded the rifle and took a shot at the pig in hopes of making sure he didn’t suffer. Steve’s shot failed too and he proceeded to take two more shots. My step dad took out his 380 and finished what we started. Once Rich shot the pig Steve and I pulled out the pig, punctured it artery and let it bleed out. We washed him for a second time, hooked its legs and hung him in the now cool shed to continue to bleed out. About ten minutes into him hanging upside down Steve and I got some pictures with him and then started removing the beast’s head so it could drain any remaining blood and take away some of the pet like qualities he still had. I didn’t have time to feel bad or change my mind since cooling the meat is important in protecting the quality. My niece and nephew watched the whole thing and were more okay with what we were doing than I had ever thought possible. Steve and I started removing the skin beginning at the rear shanks furthest from the ground; gravity helps half way through the skinning process. Having never done this, I depended on Steve’s guidance and my hours of reading The Complete Book of Butchering, Smoking, Curing, and Sausage Making. Long title I know. But the book really is a great read on top of the information it contains. The kids were amazed at how we worked on the animal and never once made a gross face or acted in a way that I may give then a bad dream or harm their psyche. As we opened up the animal and the organs began to evacuate the body cavity I was stunned; not much holds our guts in. after the skin was off we completely removed all the organs and then I sawed the remaining carcass in half to better chill the meat while on ice. Once in half it was placed on ice to chill and we waited for the butcher to cut the meat into serving sizes. The butcher sliced the two halves so quickly into little chunks of meat that could be recognized like how we see at the store. I wrapped everything in paper and it is now frozen waiting to be consumed.
The other day Reagan wanted me to pick him up so bad; I put him in my lap and bounced for a minute before laying his head down and passing out. He must have been so tiered. Reagan is now seven months post meningitis and doing fantastic. The neurologist is decreasing his medicine little by little every slow passing month. Soon my little boy will be free of medicine and terrorizing the house. I cant wait.
This is my new favorite picture of the little ones; they were wrestling and Macey pulled Reagan down on top of her. I have the video on my youtube page. Well you can watch the video below this picture. Macey is really taking to having Reagan around. Even here while we are at the mall and I am writing this; Macey is making sure that none of the other kids are messing with Reagan. I just hope that there are many more pictures like this to come.
I am very happy to say that my bamboo is doing great and all the sprouted seeds are thriving under my 18 inch plant light. I have about twenty little Moso bamboo guys and about half are four to five inches tall. I am not sure when I am going to transplant them to something bigger than their current egg carton home. I might try to keep them inside until next spring when the growing season starts again. I want to give my living fence every chance I can at growing up big and strong. These guys should grow to be nice and tall giving so some much needed shade. We will see soon enough I guess; I hope I am not disappointed.
Well I have stuff to do; talk to ya soon
Yours Truly,
Mike
PS Arianna Shirk I have been thinking about you and I hope you are a happy little girl. I cant wait to see you some day.
Late again… not her. lol
Blah blah blah It is late and I haven’t written in a while. Hmm, I guess all is well. My pigs are getting big and in just a few weeks we will be eating one. We also have acquired a potbelly pig; oaky we have had Miss Piggy since about a week before Macey turned two. She is a cute little thing but she isn’t becoming all that tame; she is potty trained now but isn’t all that friendly. I think she may end up becoming dinner one night. All she has to do now is bite one of the little ones and then its off to the oven. She is Macey’s pet and all but I really like having a dog and I hate cats because they don’t like getting pet a
nd neither does this little pig. Damnit I need something to pet!! Lol just playing. Macey loves the pig but she doesn’t get to pet Miss Piggy either. She has got to hit her a few times though… only when the pig is trying to take Macey’s food and Macey really wants the food. Yeah I am thinking about eating Miss Piggy now. Aren’t these things supposed to be smarter than dogs or something? We her time her is limited if she don’t come around soon.
Now the big pigs… well they are getting big. I am going to have a bunch of people over for the harvesting. You know that is how it used to be back in the olden days. Friends would come together and pick out the beast to eat. It was a group thing amongst friends and family. I have been looking into this a bit; the history of raising your own livestock and
butchering your own meat is really neat. It is amazing how chain stores have guided us away from eating parts of animals because they didn’t have enough supply. (the in demand pieces became gross and the plentiful parts became the desired.) hmm has that happened anywhere else. I now have all the knives I need and a very new butchering book. I am also so glad that my little sister Heather is going to be here for the slaughtering of the first pig. It was a shocker to me but she is ready and willing to become a hunter. We will see when the day comes. Shazzle we will see for me too when the day comes.
Reagan sat up today at the mall. We were playing on the Gulfview Square mall play ground when out of nowhere he sat up and smiled at me. It was amazing; then he fell over. I am sure he sat up last night too; he was laying down and when we weren’t looking there was a loud thump and he started crying… well there is only one explanation; he had to have been sitting up and then leaned to far back. It wont be long before he is everywhere at once; Reagan is already scooting around the house to get to what he wants to grab (like Macey’s hair)
Macey is starting to put together sentences, even though the words aren’t pronounced perfectly you can almost fully understand her. That’s my two year old She is also back to liking the water and trying to swim. She had a great time at the beach the other day with her friends. For being a two she is starting to become quite the social butterfly.
I am so far behind on my writing!! I haven’t write about the old radio yet.. I have a draft started but it is no where near done; only because I haven’t take a minute of time or an ounce of effort towards writing it. Well all good things come with time I guess. I wish I could set more time aside each day to write. I have two books in the works and my blog that needs my love. On top of that I have to fill out resumes and play with the kids and tends to my live stock. Everyday is full of adventure around the Trump house. There is a lot more to the list and I just don’t feel like listing em all.
Hmm… My 45 hour work weeks starts tomorrow, I cant wait. I like working and it makes my weekends all the worth it.
Goodnight sleep well my friends
It took all day.
This morning has not started off like any other morning. Reagan got up and around four am all upset, and with a clean diaper I laid him down next to Sarah and I. I was way to
tiered to rock him back to sleep; or so I thought. Just minutes after Sarah gave him a bottle he gave it right back to us in the garden hose manner. As you can guess I was no longer tired. We tried to comfort him and that didn’t go well for Sarah since she had to work today. Reagan and I took a trip to the living where he and I chilled in the rocking chair for about an hour then it was to the floor and amazing enough he was happy to be there playing with some toys. I tried another bottle and shortly after that he hosed down his swing with apple juice. Called the doctor and they said keep an eye on him and give him Pedi alight so he doesn’t dehydrate. Other than that there is a stomach bug going around. I am still up and wish I got a nap time today. Did I mention; I love coffee.
An update with the pigs… I have a bowie knife now for when I harvest them; and I have a butchering kit on its way from Amazon.com. The bigger of the two pigs is about ready to be taken.
Man I am tiered. I think I may lay down for a few then finish this up.
Much better…The down side. My phone was turned most of the way down and my daughter Macey found it when she got up and now its gone. I point to the table and ask her “where’s daddies phone?” she points to the table and says “phone” err.
Reagan is still resting and should be for a bit longer.
To the job hunt. Well there has been no success yet but I am not giving up. I have sent out a few more resumes and I hope to here back from them. I am going to study up on a couple of other credentials’ and such to add to my registry. Maybe that can put me a notch above the rest.
Macey’s birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks, and man she is going to be two years old now. She is doing so great with going on the potty and trying to talk to us. She plays more with Reagan now and seems to be a ton less jealous of him too. She is getting so big. And just Look at that mean face she has got on her. Wow she takes after he mama. lol. I love them both. This picture was taken right before Macey threw a fit so bad we had to leave and I didn’t get to eat dinner. You win some you lose some I guess.
Reagan is trying to scoot and trying to hold his bottles. He loves his little walker; I bungeed a steering wheel thing to his walker so he can drive, and Reagan just goes to town when the wheel thing makes noise. He and Macey got to see their peepaw yesterday and Reagan took to him quick and really looks just like his grandpa. Macey only warmed up to him when it was time to leave and peepaw had given her a bunch of chocolate. We all will miss him until the next time.
Okay well I have been working on this since 7:30 this morning and now its 2:30pm damn where has the day gone.
Reagan is feeling better now; I think.
Reagan got to hang out at the beach for the first time. He wasn’t so sure about the sand under his feet, but he like sitting in the water along the shore. We were at Fred Howard… my second favorite beach. Macey got to chase sea gulls and do a lot of swimming. she slept like a rock that night. I think we will have plenty of more beach days with the kids this year. Any one want to join us just let me know and Ill text ya when we are going.
So it might be a little hard to tell how big this guy is but he is prolly really close to 100lbs. The brown one in the back ground was how big the white one was when we got them back in March. They are both very happy here in their pen where they are feed twice a day with corn and table scraps. They are going to be some good eating real soon. Some of you may think this to be mean be it is all apart of the circle of life. so eat up.
This picture is for you “Two suns, dueling suns” people. Any digital camera over loaded with information will cause aliasing and cause your camera to create a mirror image. We do not have two suns so relax we will live on. Try taking a picture with a high quality filmed camera and you will never get “Two suns, or Dueling suns” because there is only one sun here in our solar system. Elenin could be a problem but time will tell.
You know I have two very nice cameras and two camera phone; well you would think that my wife and I would have a lot more pictures together. Well I have two months of pictures on this little laptop and guess what. There isn’t one picture of us together. I am going to have to make a real attempt at fixing this predicament. We should have tons of pics of us together. Sarah if you are reading this… I know you never do… but this time if you do; get a camera and come take a picture with me before I am old and grey and not worth photographing. That reminds me too, I really need to just start taking pictures of stuff .
Reagan has had two bottles and is keeping it down. Thank God!!!
So happy to be himself
Michael Trump
Daddy and his little girl Macey having fun at the beach. I love this little girl so much. she is learning so much so fast.
Hi Arianna Lore Shirk, you father loves you.
Trump did WHAT?
Two Thursdays ago my buddy Steve and I took care of a couple of livestock issues I had. My two penned up wild hogs are growing into fine looking pieces pork. After we handled the pigs and cleaned up the little mess I got a phone call from Birmingham Alabama. That phone call leads to a road trip; that road trip may lead to a move here in the near future.
So as far as Steve, the two yummy hogs and I go; well we, Steve and I, castrated my two bore two Thursdays ago. It started out when I first got the two oinkers; see Steve warned me that if I didn’t give those two the old snip-snip that the meat would be extra gammy and that the bore could and would most likely become very aggressive. Where does Steve get off telling me how my two male hogs will be; you ask? Well he has been around the woods a time or two and I double checked online with a few easily searched sites for his accuracy. This time he was balls on (no pun intended, lol). Weeks before we preformed act early meat preparation, I took it upon myself to do a little researcher on how to properly castrate a pig; just like any good pig farmer would do. Well after lots and lots of You Tube videos and a wee bit of reading I was confident I could perform the task ahead if Steve chickened out. At my friend’s house (not Steve’s) is where we did the deed, since the neighbors here where I live would think I was killing a kid and call the law on us. Steve took the first pig just so I could see it first hand and to instill the thought that I too could castrate my own live stock. Well when it came to my turn; it was a lot easier than I thought it would be only because it was not as gross or bloody as I thought a castration would be. Sure my pig did a lot of squealing but I think it was more because Steve had his knee on the bigger pig’s neck and less because I was cutting off his pig-hood. I have got a few hate mails and comments from the videos and picture but I think it was/is because they just don’t understand what and why that happen. So out of rash emotion they comment wildly instead of taking a step back and going “is there a reason they are doing this and is it normal” we yes it is normal and I stated the reasons above. So if any of you think this was cruel and unusual well go out in the woods tie yourself to a tree and cover yourself in something yummy. When animals come to consume you try to tell them that what they are doing in mean and see how far that gets you. Oh, your Obama Christ, yeah he won’t save you there; sorry to disappoint you. Hey, why don’t you go find something for free. It has been a couple of weeks now and the pigs are doing great, plus they love all the leftovers that Sarah, Elvis and I give them. I can’t wait to eat them.
Now about that phone call I received shortly after washing up from barring the pigs. I had just tossed the testicles and cleaned up our mess. I had already missed a phone call from my boss when the phone started to ring again. At first, I thought, that maybe my boss was calling me from another number, that made me shutter a little and I almost stuck my phone back into its handy case. Just incase it was a telemarketer I decided to answer and have a little fun to calm my nerves from all the stress minutes before. At first is was convinced the female on the other end was going to drill me with questions. Then with perfect timing she said where she was from and I remembered that like a month before I had sent them a resume. Now this was a Thursday, she relayed to me that she needed me by Tuesday; wow that doesn’t leave me much time to plan a trip but hey, this is me we’re talking about. I got there Monday. Tuesday was the interview and it went well I thought; maybe I could have scanned a little better but I am a little out of practice and could use some extra scan time. It is now Friday and I haven’t heard anything back yet from them but these things with this company can take a while I guess. Alabama is damn beautiful; I would like to find a job up there even if it isn’t with my first try. Truly Florida has nothing on the beauty of Alabama sure we have beaches but you can only use them a few weeks out of the year comfortably. Perfect vacation time yeah? We will see (Pictures to come)
I have… I hope… soon to come a new post about old time radio, as you may or may not recall I wrote an essay for school about old time radio shows. Well I hope to have another one coming soon, there is some more to add to it and a link or two also.
It is really late and I have a double tomorrow but the kids are great and I still miss you Arianna Lore Shirk
Yours truly,
Michael Trump
What’s that smell? mmmm
Time is just flying by and I can’t seem to keep up sometimes. January 6th I passed my credentialing test and it is now almost mid March and though the jobs aren’t so scares it takes about an hour to fill out one application. With these long apps it makes it hard to just get my name out there for the world to see. I can’t wait thought till I am really making so money with out putting in fifty five hour weeks. So yeah I have been working my tail off and it is very nice to have a little bit of cash put away for a rainy day (or a new smoker grill and soon a 7mil Remington rifle).
I am so far behind in keeping up with my writing. I am thinking maybe I should get a smaller laptop to take to work and such so when I get a few I can write a little. I got to get that past the lovely wife first… I love you Punkin. Reagan is doing great, Macey is really coming along with talking and I love my wife. We got a smoker this past week and may be getting a pig tomorrow to raise and then EAT. Sarah and I are riding “grip sticks” on a regular basis now and my belly is shrinking just a tad.
So I have made it up to 220lbs and am trying to get back down under 200 but we will see how that goes with the new cooker. *that reminds me, I’ll add to the cooker part later* So yeah I am almost back on just water and lemon and when I do have soda it is the new Coke Zero stuff. To be frank; Coke Zero isn’t that bad and it is close to the same taste as regular Coke. So the Grip stick thing are pretty fun; kind of like surfing on the street (if you do it right) really its not that hard to get the hang of and it will burn the heck out of your abs if you ride it often. I’ll give it a few more weeks and try to stick with the better eating and see what happens with the weight.
Tomorrow Jonny Suburban and I may be going to pick up a live pig from somewhere in Lake Land. I got a smoker this week and can’t wait to raise me up a little pig into something big enough to fill two smokers. Yesterday for Sarah’s birthday I smoked up some chicken and Bush’s grilling beans; I put the beans in a casserole dish and stuck it right in the smoker with the chicken and holy crap did they turn out great!! The chicken was so juicy and the skin was nice and crisp and not soggy at all. Oh yeah we had some corn on the cob too. We didn’t get the juiciest corn so it wasn’t perfect but it was still as mouth watering as all the rest of the food in the greatest cooking apparatus ever invented. Tonight Jonny and I smoked some country style ribs and some chicken drumsticks and again they were fricken awesome. I needed to smoke some more because all the meat at Sarah’s birthday party was eaten up and I needed some food for work this week so I am not spending more money than I have too.
I am saving up for a rifle and I hope to have it by next paycheck now. I am getting a 7 millimeter magnum; Remington long rifle with scope. I am going to spend this summer at the shooting range getting in practice so next hunting season I will be ready to take my first wild game. Hog I hope. Don’t worry I will be eating what I kill and will be thankful for every piece of meat I harvest. Some will be smoked, some will be grilled and some will be crock potted. After I get the hang of the rifle I am going to try using a bow too.
Speaking of crock pots! Well almost every year I toss my old crock pot and but a new one. Over the years I have spent a small fortune on these great little cookers. I toss them out when they crack and leak all over my counter; only because I was never told about how I could prevent this messy predicament. I just found out that I can buy crock pot liners and amazingly I can keep on cooking even with a cracked leaking pot. I can not believe that after all these years now no one ever told me about them. I only learned of these liners when I received a catalog for some restaurant equipment and packaging stuff. Now I can cook on and when this new pot cracks I know that I can just pick up some liners and get right back to cookingJ
Reagan has been seeming to be doing great and has a new neurologist now.
Yeah his first neuro was a “pardon my French” a Fucking Douche! He wanted to take my son off his better of the two meds and up the med that could limit his learning potential if left on it to long. The guy didn’t even know why Reagan was there to see him except that Reagan had a seizure. He didn’t know why or even that my son was in All Childrens. I wanted to knock the guy the hell out. The new place he is going to is like an hour drive but is way the hell worth it to know that my boy is getting better care. When we went to the new Neurologist they though I had misunderstood what the first guy was saying until I showed them the prescription and the doctor was truly stunned that another doctor would have set a kid on such a terrible path. On a happier note Reagan is starting to roll over now and loves to try to stand and look out the window. He giggles when I tell him nonsense jokes and babble back at him. This kid is just so great he makes me want to cry everyday I know he made it through the meningitis.
Macey is such a little girl now. She is growing so fast now and is getting such a
personality. She will be carrying on full conversations here anytime soon. Her imagination is amazing for being so young too; she will play will her little toys and you can just tell that her mind ins going a million miles an hour as she creates stories for her toys to play out. When PBS is on she I glued to the “tvt” until regular shows come on and then it is back to playing. She just love company its like she is a little socialite. I can’t wait until she is taking and I can put up a video of her just babbling on and on. She is getting along with Reagan more and more every day. It is cool that she is adapting well with everything.
It would be nice to pick up one of those mini laptops to travel a little easier than this one. Just so I have something to do my writing on and look for free pigs to bring home and feed for a week then eat them.
Well it is getting late and I want to get in some reading while the house is still quiet. I am on the third book of the Percy Jackson series then I can finish my “Lost Hero” book that has been put on hold half way through. “I wanted to know what some of the characters were talking about and the only way was to read the Percy Jackson series.
Well good night Arianna Shirk
Michael Trump
Michael Trump R.C.S.
Well well well, I have become way behind on filling everyone in on what is going on with little Reagan. Most everyone knows that he is home now and is doing great. The last I wrote he was six days sick and he is now nine days well. Yes Reagan R. Trump came home on Christmas eve around five in the pm. Having Reagan come home on Christmas eve was the greatest Christmas present ever; I thank god everyday for this wonderful little package. Okay well back to the hospital; Reagan had a hearing test and one final blood work up a few days before we all got to leave the 8th floor and head home. The
audiologists came down in the mid-afternoon hooked up these little sensors to his ears and forehead. The way the machine works I guess is that it is kind of like an EKG in the sense that it can pick up on little electrical impulses sent off by nerves. Well that is how it work. The test seemed to take forever, mainly because the equipment they were using kept killing batteries and had no wall power hook ups. But after Reagan calmed down and quit knocking off the sensors they were able to take a good test and as it turns out; Reagan passed his test with flying colors. The Audiologist said she was impressed with his hearing after all that had happen, Thank god. Now every six months till he is three he will getting hearing tests to make sure that he will be progressing like every other kid on the planet. All of his final blood tests came back great too and from there we just had to wait for him to finish his IV treatments and then we were off. Christmas eve was really hectic since Sarah was so ready to go home and we had Macey the last two nights who was also very ready to go home. Poor Macey was going through hell not being at home and having mommy and daddy around. She was throwing fits every night and I tell you what as soon as we were home Macey was right back to normal as if nothing had happen at all. These last nine days have been great and stressful all at the same time. Reagan is up at night and Macey has decided the fits are the way she can get what she wants and since it isn’t working I hope she grows out of that soon.
My test is in a few days and I feel far from ready and well I think I’ll be getting a tutor here in the new year. I don’t care just as long as I pass this damn thing; I want to be working in the hospital soon and so bad. Home pro is okay but far from what I need and want, and the liquor store is fun but it is nights… late nights; my newest adventure is chilling at a hotdog stand making a nice wage for a days work. I work there just one day a week so the owner can have a day off. Its fun though, and having these different jobs really keeps me from getting bored and such.
Reagan and Macey are doing well together now and Macey is seeming to adjust well. She does enjoy his toys more than he does. Reagan is looking around now and can train his eyes on anything he wants. He really loves his swing. It swings side to side and has like a mobile on it so when he is awake he entertained. There is also a mirror and he will look
and you through it too, now weather or not he knows I’m not in the mirror is a different story. I cant wait for it to warm up a bit so we can go to the park and get lots of outside picture of Macey and Reagan. I have a cool new camera thanks to my step dad Rich. He gave me his Cannon SLR and I plan to wear that thing out like I did to my Lumix. Don’t get me wrong the Lumix still works great but it is getting old and sometimes a little touchy when it comes to turning on and focusing. I think I have had it three years or so and have taken almost 100 gigs of photos (not on the RAW setting) so yeah the Lumix has my vote. We will see how well the Cannon holds up to my usage. I guess it may be a bit before I start getting some great pictures of him and until then there will always be my little Macey. …………………
So I ran way out of time and never got to post the above and now I am going to finish the above on 1/11/11. That’s a whole lots a ones.
I’ll start from the bottom. I haven’t really had the chance to use the camera to much but we (Sarah) got a great picture the other day when I had a morning off. Look at him just standing there at less than two months old. Okay okay I am just playing; I set him over the couch so he could look out the window (just like his daddy). I noticed that if I stuck the pillow there it would look like he was standing. This not taking picture leads into two other stories. Hmm which to start with.
When I started this post I had just a few day ‘till my test and now it has been a week since my test. Up above I wrote that I was prepared to fail and that getting a tutor wouldn’t be such a bad thing right. So I studied my ass off up until the test writing and rewriting things I wasn’t sure about. Making mental imprints of images that I could render up if needed for the test. My brain was on fire and coffee wasn’t putting it out. I locked my self in the old black room the day before the test only coming out for refills on coffee and short walks to calm the brain. I consumed plenty of fish oil gel caps and a few extra vitamins so my brain had plenty of fuel to run on. By night fall I had most of what I wanted in memory floating there repeating itself. Ya know when you think about something so much you like start to see it. My practice tests were still falling short of what I thought was acceptable and was sure I would be saving for another test. Before I laid down, I got down on my knees and prayed to god; I prayed that he would help me to retrieve what I had already knew and to give me clarity for the test. My prayer was very humbling since it has be a while since I have prayed on my knees. I slept on the couch so that I could get a full night sleep and not have the kids wake me up. My brain was going a hundred miles an hour and falling asleep really became a challenge; I woke up with just six hours of sleep and was ready to go; I prayed again for help remembering everything I had studied in school up until now. I started out leaving the house with plenty of time and after stopping for gas, high energy breakfast consisting of pickled sausage, salt & vinegar chips, a Rock star energy drink and a five hour energy; I also had to get air for the tires. The air was unexpected and only put me just a little bit behind; by the time I made it to 19 and alt19 the story change. Traffic was backed up and moving at a snails pace; as it turns out 19 south was flooded over with all the rain from the night before. That set me way back and I had to call the testing place because if your late you could be denied the chance to take the test. They gave me an extra half hour to get there and it was right to the minute when I got there. That place was very secure and it was like going into visitation at a prison. I had a camera on me the whole time, and a micro phone recording everything I said. One last prayer to god and I was off to try my best. When the first few questions came up I was thinking either I am delirious or this test is going to start messing with me. But no, the questions were written in no way like how the practice questions were. I finished the three hour test with one hour and forty-five minutes remaining. That really started to scary me. I clicked finish and holy crap!!!!!!!! I passed, Right there on the screen. I was ready to faint. And couldn’t wait to get outside and tell everyone I could. A thank you prayer was said while I waited for the testing people to come let me up from the desk. I call everyone I could and got home to my wife who was so happy for me.
I had a bit of running around to that same day and since then; I have just completed a seventy-five hour work week. Tonight it my first night of in a while and I am ready for freakin bed. Next week is almost the same and so is the week after, they will probably be like fifty hour weeks and soon after that I hope to have sent out a few hundred new applications with my CCI Registered Cardiac Sonographer title on it. Wish me luck because we are moving on up. I cant wait to break free from New Port Richey. Soon enough.
A tired father, goodnight
More to come
Reagan and the Meningitis monster
My son Reagan has bacterial meningitis and is in stable condition as of right now…
Friday, December 10, 2010, midnight, Reagan feeds as normal, with no signs of any kind of distress or illness. Twenty minutes later, while trying to burp the little guy, he spits up. No problem; I continue to pat his back and eventually get the nice size burp that we are used to hearing. I laid my little guy down beside my wife so they could hang out. I use the restroom and cool off by the fan a little; trying to burp him can bring me to a sweat if he doesn’t want to let one up. Sitting down on the bed next to Sarah and Reagan, I thought he looked like he needed to be readjusted a little more comfortable. I reached down and started to lift him. Everything in his little belly came up to form a fountain above his mouth, lasting only a second or two. I was amazed at how far he could send that little bit of milk.
We quickly cleaned him up and began to pat him again, waiting for that big burp (ya know, the one that forced all his food out). He quickly grew angry and very unhappy with every pat, then we got a toot from the other end. “SO you have gas, ay? I can fix that.” I rocked his legs, rubbed his belly, and rotated him around to help the gas move along. Without much effort, we got plenty of gas to evacuate the bowels. He continued to scream with all his might. Now I have seen this before with Macey and other little ones; “I’ll go get some gas relief stuff, that will help him.” I say to Sarah. After learning that my normal CVS is no longer twenty-four hours, I went to the Wal-Greens and picked up some store brand gas drops. That trip turned out to be a forty-minute tour of New Port Richey, and my little Reagan was still crying when I got home; Macey slept through it like a champ. I could see the stress in Sarah’s eyes. Reagan got his drops and calmed down shortly after but never fully settled down; he whimpered all night, and Sarah held him close to her while I tried to rest for work in the morning.
Sarah gave him drops every hour or so (The dosing instructions followed closely.) By morning, Reagan still wasn’t feeding well, but I managed to get him to drink an ounce, and he unwillingly to gave it back shortly after. We decided to call the doctor; they could get us in by 3pm… okay, so he will be fine till then. “If he gets worse, call my mom and Rich and have them race you to the hospital, then call me.” I said to Sarah as I left for work. Well, he got worse a lot worse while I was at work, so much, so Sarah described him as being zombie-like in appearance and alertness. I told her to call my mom and get to the hospital as quickly as they could.
She called my mom and then the doctor; the doctor got her right in and after looking him over had Reagan admitted to the hospital before Sarah and my mom could get to the hospital by car. I got to North Bay only a minute after they did and was inside before Reagan was moved to his temporary room. Sarah was right about the zombie look; Reagan was gray, his skin looked lifeless. Oh my goodness, he just laid there in my arms, all limp and barely whimpering. I wept. I was so scared and felt so helpless… he couldn’t make eye contact and didn’t respond to voice or touch. I called to him, wishing for any sign he could hear me. It took a while for the hospital to get an IV started so they could give him fluids. Three nurses tried, and three nurses failed at threading their smallest IV into his tiny veins. Their biggest concern was how dehydrated he looked to them. They didn’t see how pink and full of life he was just a day before so they couldn’t understand our concern at how much his appearance changed. North Bay doesn’t have a baby ward, so they only tried to stabilize him until All Children’s transport could pick him up for a transfer.
Everything that the doctors tried to give him by mouth just came back up shortly afterward. It was noon, and Reagan had not held down any milk or medicine in twelve hours. We all were scared for him then because we had no answers, and he looked like he was getting worse like his life was fading right before our eyes. After the nursing manager got an IV in his arm, a left-sided twitch started to show itself. It seemed to originate right from the IV site, went up the left arm into the back, and worked its way down the left side. The ER doctors didn’t think too much of it when I brought it to their attention, but the All Children’s transport team gave him some medicine to stop the (what looked like a) seizure. It took a while for the transport team to get to North Bay because of northbound traffic. Still, once the transport team arrived, they got all the information up to present and seemed to be handling the situation a lot better than the hospital staff.
I left ahead of the ambulance, and Sarah rode along with Reagan. My headstart allowed me to get some food just before I got onto 275, and when I was pulling out of Taco Bell, here came Sarah and the All Children’s wagon. I followed them the rest of the way to the hospital.
Sarah and I followed Reagan inside, holding on to each other for dear life. About seven people and a doctor were waiting for Reagan, who looked even more lifeless than I last saw him. The team began to work aggressively on him. Trying to stabilize him. Trying to figure out what was wrong with him. Our admitting doctor appeared to be concerned and not just “doing” his job, but passionately trying to save my kid. His passion and concern made me feel more comfortable. Now around eight in the evening, we repeated what had happened since midnight and told him what the other hospital had thought about him and the new-onset witching. They drew more blood and got my mini-me ready for a lumbar puncture. “Lumbar punctures are normal for really sick baby’s.” The doctor said.
The techs put Reagan on his side and curled him up so the doctor could clean the back. When the doctor started to push the needle through his skin, Reagan let out most of the gas build up inside him and got a little laugh out of the staff and me. The mood in the room turned quiet and somber when his spinal fluid slowly started to leak from the open-ended needle. I watched the doctor’s face turn from a pale white to a bright red… Not a blushing red but a serious red. He gave a nod to someone who quickly left the room. As he got a better look at the fluid coming out the doctor
uttered “Oh crap, this isn’t good” I couldn’t hold back anymore and started to cry while standing above Sarah out of her line of sight. It was incredibly hard to see him in pain and crying, and now knowing that there was something very wrong with him, I was devastated. A Chaplin stepped into the room behind Sarah and me with the nurse the doctor nodded to. He was there to comfort us with what the doctor was about to say. After the doctor got what he needed as far as fluids, he came up to us and explained the seriousness of the situation and that they were starting him on a broad spectrum powerful antibiotic. The ER doc said he wasn’t sure if Reagan would make it through the night. He said he was sure Reagan was fighting meningitis, and with as sick as he was, it had probably been too late. As soon as they knew more, they would let us know. The Chaplin held us and prayed while we cried in heartache and fear.
An echo tech came down and started an echo while I was in the restroom; when I got back, I was pleased to see an echo and started naming off the heart’s anatomy as I saw it. The tech was pretty stunned, probably because I looked like a total scrub after the day we just had. I got to see the whole echo and liked what I saw; no leaks or holes. The cardiologist came down to see Reagan just as the tech finished up, and he also liked what he had seen and was pleased to know that I knew what I was looking at. He explained that his heart looking good was a good thing and that almost anything could be treated. He also promised to come to visit Reagan throughout our stay with them. It wasn’t long after the trauma team stabilized him that my little Reagan was sent to PICU and started what could be a three-week treatment. Three A.M., we get to sleep.
The first night was scary, his alarms went off every few minutes, and I didn’t sleep a wink. They had the antibiotics running through two separate IV sites to get in as much as they could as fast as they could. The staff hooked him up to an EEG machine to watch his brain activity, EKG to watch his heart, and gave him heated O2 for comfort. Presently, Saturday sunrise, Reagan was alive, still not moving, but he was alive when I woke up.
The Neurologist and CDC doctors came to see us. The Neurologist told us that she had seen Reagan had a couple seizures throughout the night. Even though we couldn’t see them physically, she was going to start him on some anti-seizure medicine to stop them until the infection was gone. But there could be a chance that he may have to stay on them for a few months depending on how he responds to everything happening around him and the medicine. She gave us a glimmer of hope by saying he could be on medicine for a couple of months. The CDC doctor showed up shortly after the Neurologist left and told us all about meningitis and the difference between viral and bacterial and that he only had one or the other.
She explained that he was in a ton of pain since the infection is in his fluid surrounding the brain and spinal fluid. His seizures were coming from the right side of the brain; this is why we saw them on the body’s left side. She told us it would be a while to grow the bacteria and that there was a good chance that it wasn’t viral. If he had both, it would be like getting struck by lightning twice in the same day, so she wasn’t concerned about him having viral meningitis but still had to test for it.
After she left, Sarah finally got to pump some milk and filled four 2.5 ounce bottles with her liquid gold, “as the nurses put it.” We just stood by Reagan and watched him closely throughout the day. We were not allowed to hold or touch him as he was quarantined for his and our protection. My mom and Rich came down later on that Saturday evening with Macey; we learned quickly she wasn’t allowed in the PICU at all, for her own safety. My parents brought us some nice food, and it was so great to see my little Macey. Sarah and I had a chance to run home and get some clothes and supplies for our extended hospital stay. and to see Jonny’s armhole. He, my best friend, was bit by a spider, and it had left a massive hole in his arm.
When we got back to the hospital, and everyone left, the night nurse gave me the greatest news of all. I got to hold Reagan for the first time since all this mess started. I held my little guy for a couple hours until I could no longer hold my eyes open. Oh it was so great to be able to have his littleness resting in my arms again.
Holding him really helped out since while I was holding him his heart rate went down and his blood pressure came back up. I was so happy to know that he was comforted by me holding him. This Sunday morning, I woke up late and felt still so tired. They have run so many tested on him today. We got to see the Neurologist and the CDC doctors again today. The cardiologist also stopped in to see if Reagan was doing okay and was very happy to see that his heart rate came back down. The Neurologist was pleased to see that the anti-seizure meds were/are working. Sometime this week, if he still hasn’t had any more seizures, she would send him in for an MRI to see if there will be any brain damage from meningitis.
The CDC doctor thinks she narrowed the Bacteria down to two different types and will know for sure on Monday what he has. This doctor reminds Sarah and me so much of my sister Heather from the way she dresses to the way she talks; it really is uncanny. I got to talk to one of my bosses last night, and he told some of the people at work that he knew I talked with often, about what was going on, and he was pleased that my son seemed to be improving. They have us on a prayer list now, and I won’t be losing my job for missing work. Sarah got to hold Reagan just a little while ago
and I am so proud of her trying to comfort our little baby.
Sarah is handling this very well now that she knows he should be okay once everything is said and done. There is a chance that he may have some hearing loss and maybe some other learning disabilities now from all this. So he will have a specialist following him through his childhood to monitor his milestones. For now, he is stable and can only get better. I would like to thank everyone for your prayers and for thinking about my little boy. He will make it through this, and everyone that hasn’t met him yet will get a chance soon enough. Well, I will finish this post up and try to get to hold him again before dinner time…
The Heart broken Michael Trump
Reagan :01 / The Meningitis Monster :00
As of the start of this blog, Reagan has been sick for six days now, but continues to get better as the antibiotics’ course through his tiny baby veins. Reagan has a rare strain of meningitis and seems to have been put under control for now. With every heal prick his blood tests come back a little better and a little better. Though with his rapid progress and seemingness to be on the up side of things there is still no telling when we will be leaving this rest stop for the sick. I was figuring early next week due to his quickness to heal; a
social worker had a different idea when we would be leaving though. Yesterday this social worker came by to see us and to ask more questions than I thought she needed to know the answers to, but to please her, because Sarah was in the shower, I answered the questions. And then she proceeded to tell me that my little boy who was so close to death five days earlier was getting out tomorrow (now today). My jaw dropped; this morning (now yesterday) the CDC Dr. told me two weeks minimum for him to be here for treatment and could be longer just to be on the safe side. “Um yeah my son has bacterial meningitis, I am pretty sure they are not letting him leave this hospital until his treatments are complete.” “I’ll have to check because it says he is leaving.” “He wont be leaving, just find the CDC Dr. she knows what is going on.” “Okay well we will see you guys latter.” So yeah we are still here and will be here till at least the 17th maybe till Christmas still. Yesterday evening after Reagan woke up for the night, that’s right he has his days and night flip flopped he wakes up about nine and is up till three or four, we went down for an MRI on his brain. This morning when I awoke to the CDC Dr. coming in the room and my eyes adjusted to the lack of sleep, I saw on the Parent Notes board, MRI: NORMAL. Thank god. The CDC Dr. assured us (well Sarah was still sleeping) that there seemed to be no brain damage and she is sure that he will make a great recovery. Viridans Streptococcus couldn’t keep him down, there is anything going to keep him down now.
This morning I wanted coffee so bad I could taste it… well I couldn’t taste but I wanted to. Shortly after Sarah got up I went down to the cafeteria to take a gander at the coffee booth thing stacked full of three dollar coffees. I got one for Sarah and one for me; if we didn’t have to stay here for another week or so I would have thrown it at them. Sun Cruz has better tasting coffee and its free. Most of the food down there is pretty good but their coffee really needs a Folgers boost!!
The neurologist just came in and said everything is looking great and that she wants to keep him on his ant seizure medications for the whole treatment just to make sure everything has cleared his system and will be okay.
Reagan is back to being a little piggy and wants to feed all the time, now the midwife at
Sarah’s doctors office said that was fine and that she should try to feed him when he wants and that would help her make more milk to appease his growing appetite. Plus as long as he is peeing and pooping; he is getting enough and there is no need to supplement him with anything else.
Well we have lots of people to call and to fill in about how much better he is doing now.
Again thank you everyone for you prayers.
Michael Trump a happy father
This was at home before he got sick… more pictures soon to come.
Reagan R. Trump
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?
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
Go Rick Scott!!!!!
Friday
Hey hey hey so not to just jump right into how my knee is doing as of today. Holy crap it is almost one and I have to be up in the morning. This week has been okay and not to eventful. I have a busy November though; Reagan is going to be here around the 18th , I have my hunter safety course so I can finally go hunting with my uncles and friend (that is a three day weekend course) and at last work has some driving hours for me. I have to go to bed; maybe more tomorrow.
Wow one week has passed since I tried writing last Friday; well it is Thursday now and I hope I can finish this post this time.
My part time job is going great and I am so glad I am able to make a little bit more money on the side. My sunroom job may even has some instillation jobs for me coming up soon too; on the clock and more pay will make me happy. I have now broken so records lately for myself; first is, Sarah and I have been together seventeen months now and I have held a job for over a year now. It doesn’t seem like much to most people but for me it is a great accomplishment and feel very proud of myself. I am finally doing something with myself and studying is going to push me the rest of the way. I can’t wait to pass my test and get my next job that I hope to retire from.
Rick Scott is now our governor elect!! I am so excited and so glad I voted for him and Marco Rubio. I think Rick Scott will do a lot for the state and can care less what Jack Harris has to say about him. This massive sweep out of democrats is a sign that not all Americans’ are retarded. I was really starting to doubt my fellow citizens and where this county was going. I think Marco Rubio could be a great president when the time comes. That’s right; I think people should start watching him very closely because he will be great for this country if we let him.
Macey is starting to talk more now and is becoming quite the little person, I am so proud to
be her daddy and enjoy teaching her everything that I know. She is learning to count now to and is becoming proficient at climbing up anything that has a way to be gripped. It wont be long before she is asking that dreadful question that drives every parent nuts and make bystanders laugh. Yeah you know the don’t you. “Why Daddy?” “Why?” yeah every five seconds. I am going to enjoy the stories that I am going to get to make up when that time comes.
So I guess I’ll write about my chain sawed knee now… So the cut has healed up fantastically and looks wonderful. I took out the staples a week ago and recorded the removal off the surgical steal from my knee. It didn’t really hurt at all but it would have hurt less if I had the right tools for the job. I used some side cutters to try to clip the metal but they only bent it a little bit. I turned the cutters several time and really just broke the metal like how when you bend a paper clip back and forth until it snaps. After breaking the staples I recorded pulling them out and it looks kinda cool and not gross at all in my opinion. Watch the video and tell me what you think if you didn’t see it on face book first. The pictures that I took came out awesome because I finally figured out how to use my super lenses that magnify the image by like ten times total, and create amazing close ups with great detail.
Ya know I just might use my fireplace tonight as long as it cools down a little bit more before bed. I just want to fire it up and get a warm fire going and then throw in the cleaning log to clean the chimney out for the winter. My knee injury is paying off and will keep us warm all winter long.
All right so I am just rambling on about nothing and everything.
Arianna Shirk if you are reading this I want you to know that I am thinking about you all the time and I wish I could see you just once again even if just in passing… Your going to be a big sister soon too. I wish you could be here with Sarah Macey and me to meet Reagan when he is born. Your real mom wont talk to me any more and by that I cant get anymore pictures of you. I hope you come across this blog long before your to old to want to get to know me and the rest of your family. I hope you take the time to read all that I have written over the years. Your pictures that I do have are up on the fireplace mantel and will be up on the wall when we meet again. I love you Arianna Shirk good night.
The fantastic power of Trump 
Yes that is what you think it is… my sister smeared pudding all over the side of my face at Sarah’s baby shower. By the way if you missed it you missed some great fun. I would like to thank my mom and sister for throwing such a party for Sarah and I. And thank you to everyone one that came to hang out; we really appreciated your company.
I like it with a chain
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
sniff sniff… Do I Smell wood… hehehe
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
Married
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
The wedding of Sarah Weaver and Michael Trump
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.
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.
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.
The Trump
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
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
No tags this time…
Just another night
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:)
Orange Lake
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 24th. 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.
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
Michael Trump 