Archive for June, 2013


Wax On. Wax Off.

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The other day was the funniest day I have had in years. It all started out with a bag of wax, gone wrong. I had tried to do my duties efficiently, but that is not how it turned out.

 

The whole thing started out with me not wanting to squirt the wax on the cloth that I possessed. In fact, I felt that the towel did not do its job. Guess what happened next?  I used a plastic bag, and cut a hole through the bottom left corner of the bag.

 

I then continued. I took my hands and handled the plastic bag and grabbed two sides on separate ends and lowered the plastic thing into the chamber of the wax. This is the part where it started to get messy.

 

I will save so much time by doing this the easier way. Or so I think. For all I know, my teacher thinks the other way is the better way, but no this is easier than to squirt the wax on a cloth. No, I will not do it that way, but the way that I think will work the best.

 

As this thought went through my head, I was a genius in disguise. I will be thanked and praised for finding a new way to dish out the wax.

 

When I had the wax in the bag like I wanted. I then proceeded to wax the floor my way. I stood and stooped over and began to tighten my right hand grip on the bag so it started to ooze out of the bag.

 

I take my cloth to wipe it into the floor, and I still thought this was a smart way to do it. But as I was half way done with the floor, someone comes in and one of her feet began to lose ground, then the other followed behind it.

 

Then she said “No. It’s all over my pretty dress. “

 

That is when I figured out to always listen to my instructor, no matter how genius and clever I think I’m being.

 

Signed out:

 

                      Robert

 

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When it comes to college you have to be practical. But that was the funny thing about what happened to me the other day. I did something not practical. In fact, it was very impractical.

When I was in a rush to get into class, someone was trying to rush their way out. It was plenty of funny because I didn’t want to be late, but this guy didn’t want to go to class. As we are heading for each other’s directions, it happened so fast that I laugh at it until this day.

As we were about to collide, I take both of my hands and I push towards his shoulders and made sure that we did not collide.

But this was not enough for me to be satisfied because when he did not stop, I yelled straight at him, “can you even see me?”

But when we collided, everyone started to laugh at me and I felt so embarrassed. People had dropped what they did and pointed, laughed and it left me feeling like a stone statue.

This too has a lesson to be learned from this type of thing that happened to me. Always be alert and for hell sake, watch where you are stepping or in this instance watch where I’m stepping.

But back to the story, when the professor entered the room everyone started to stop laughing but when the professor asked why all the silence everyone began to start to laugh again and some pointed in my direction and I felt like the picked on one.

The professor then proceeds to say okay now pull out your science books to start on chapter ten. But when we all started to pull one of our books out, someone takes my book and dumps it on the floor and everyone started to laugh again.

I thought I heard someone tell me how big of a dork I am but it could have been a figment of my imagination.

Two lessons are to be learned from this story. Everyone can be a bully and try to pay much attention to what one is to do or that one will feel like a big idiot.

Signed Out

                     ROBERT

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Purple Nuts By a Rock

How does it feel to be grazed in the nuts by a rock? Well it’s very simple. This morning when I casually mowed my lawn, I had once come upon a rock that was also sitting there and also did its own thing.

Well as I came down a row of grass, I did not expect the unexpected. Probably because I did not expect the massive hard piece to do anything of the effect of fly at me.

But anyways back to the rock. When I was half way done with the chore that I did, in the area of the middle of the lawn, a rock got sucked up into the lawnmower and flung itself right into my nut sack. It hurt.

I doubled down right after this incident. I prayed that it wouldn’t hurt any longer. And I thought I heard myself in my prayers; please put me out of my misery.

Oh it is the worst thing in the world when someone either kicks me in the wrong spot, or the method this rock took by flinging its gray cement like body straight for the soft zone.

As I sit there and begged for mercy, which I knew was not to come; I then realized I needed this rock to keep as an item to remember. It’s now a rock, I look at every time, when I laid in bed and I said to myself; that rock kicked my ass, because I messed with it.

I guess the moral of this story is, if an object is harder than a soft ball, or relating to someone with a bad temper, then you don’t want to get on their rough side. Just pick up what you were to do and continue what you did. In other words turn the other cheek.

But this is another one of those bad, yet, moments of my life in which I learn from my mistakes, even when sometimes it’s a recipe for disaster. I eventually move on, even after getting nailed in the jewels, that with, I hope to create kids with one day.

SIGNED OUT                                                                          ROBERT

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On the Right Road Again!

 

Waiter! Check please! I then wait for the girl to get me my food check.

You, the reader, might have wondered how in the hell I have money to purchase this fine dining meal at the cheesecake factory.

Well if you have read any of my other posts, I was busy getting my drug problem under control. Well guess what? I have finally overcome that vicious cycle that was getting the best of me.

Oh and the best thing I got out of this is, I’m no longer homeless. It’s fantastic! I have two different things now that I’m so happy about. The second is, in fact, I live back at my old home. I live in Los Angeles, CA, and I intend to stay here for a long time.

After being in Arizona’s drug rehab I then decided to go back home and I found a very good drug rehab program here for free. Who would’ve thought that something like that being free in a place that is so expensive? Well to be honest if I never came back to where my true home is I would’ve never figured that one out. Not Ever.

You might ask, what are you doing for a job now days? Well I will put it plain and simple. I’m still working on the television show called “heartache.” I’m the happiest man in the world because the producer of the show thought he would give me a second chance. The reason behind this is, he thought my ratings would go higher than ever because of me being homeless. Guess what? My ratings skyrocket to the top of the Television chart.

I guess I could say I’m very blessed to be in the spot that I’m in now. Who would like to have their own show and get paid the big bucks? This guy does, and I’m sure there are tons of you out there, that would too.

To get one’s life back on the right road should be everyone’s goal. I know it was an awesome goal for me to achieve, and I know it can be good for you to achieve it too. If you want to post a goal down in the comments section and tell me, what is the goal you are trying to achieve now in your life, I would be more than happy to hear what your road changing goal is.

Signing out:                                                  Robert