Once a problem has been identified, and the responsible parties made aware of their error, should you continue to deal with them? Or go elsewhere to “teach them a lesson”? What if by doing this you cause more trouble for yourself, is it worth it then? What if in fact your “lesson” does not effect them at all? Then you have caused yourself as much if not more trouble than the original problem. Who really has to deal with the problem?
Tuesday, June 25, 2002 Space glasses
Child: I want my space glasses.
Parent: Just a moment.
Child: NO NOW!
Parent: No Sir. You will wait till mommies done.
Child: I WANT MY SPACE GLASSES!
Me: We all want our space glasses.
Child and Parent: Don't speak just give me a blank look,and breathing through their mouths.
Monday, June 24, 2002 OH! MY! GOD!
So lets recap these most recent events in my life. Monday, June 3rd, I get into a car ascendant, and it the day of my first test. Wednesday, June 12th, My house burns done claimming many belongings and my dog, and its the day before my second test. Monday, June 24th, my car is declared stolen from the dealership it was left at for repairs, the day of my third test. my Final exam is this comming Friday, June 28th.
Thursday, June 20, 2002 I didn’t even hafta use my A-K. Today was a good day.
Finally, after 2 weeks of being in the shop, I’ve got my car back. I am tingling all over. You know Batman is one bad mutha. And when he is captured and stripped of all his wonderful toys, he is still a bad mutha. But not as bad. Bad enough to get free and reach his toys. And then its on. That’s me. The loss of my car did knock me down a bit, but not out. Now that I have it I am up to full strength. To bad I have to take it in tomorrow for and oil change and inspection.
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
Casa Del Fuego
"There's a kind of freedom in being completely screwed. No matter what you do, things can't get any worse" (Matthew Broderick; The Freshman.) This is what I thought as I watched team after team of firemen and women run in and out of my families burning house. I think that all the hype and mumbo jumbo that came out after 9-11 has been way over the top, but watching these people run into a burning house left me at a loss for words. And after we got the news of our losses, and saw what these people had saved; at the risk of their own lives, they just asked what can we do to help you? So tired and burned, the CMFD helped me go through my house to find and carry out our belongings. These people deserve any and all hype they get. Now I just need to get U2 to do a concert on my front lawn.
THANK YOU TO MY FAMILY(BIG BRO, C. BRETZ & MISTA JAZZ), FRIENDS (MR. & MRS. BEALES, JJ, J. OTT),CO-WORKERS (MOR-STAFF, PLCMC STAFF, CHARLOTTE DOUGLAS INT'L AIRPORT EMPLOYEES AND R.T. DOOLEY CONSTRUCTION), AND NEIGHBORS (ALL THE PEOPLE THAT JUST SHOW UP AT OUR HOUSE TO ASK IF WE NEED ANYTHING), THAT HAVE HELPED MY US BY GIVING US, TIME, MONEY, AND LOVE. THANK YOU.
SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL FIRE DEPARTMENT.
Bacardi Allen Engelbrecht
July 4th 1993 to June 12th 2002
Sunday, June 09, 2002 Dream a Little Dream for Jewboy.
A couple of night ago I had a dream, in which many people all through out my life were there. We were having a picnic at a park in one of those covered areas with tables and sometimes a grill. Heres the weird part, everyone spoke using one word for all the words. Like in the movie Being John Malkovich when John Malkovich passes through the door into himself. Everyone is saying: Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich. But in my dream everyone has there own head (see movie if you don't understand). And the word everyone is using in my dream is not Malkovich, it is fulcrum.
Last night I had a dream in which I am walking down a street with a few people; mostly from my present, and though I would like to say we looked cool like in Mean Street, Swinger, or any RAP video, you know in slow motion and stuff. But I think it was more like at the end of “The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension”. Not cool just really odd. Its got Jeff Goldblum in a white 10 gallon hat and white chaps with a red Roy Rogers cowboy shirt, while the rest of the cast looks like an 80’s band. (see movie I’m sure you don't understand) Back to the dream.
So we are walking down the street and a friend of mine shows up out of nowhere, yep its Jewboy. So Jewboy and I start talking about stuff as we are walking and I remember that we are both speaking Japanese. Now Jewboy really can speak Japanese, but I can’t. I can only speak two languages, English and Bad English :“When I See You Smile”. So that is all I remember.
Monday, June 03, 2002 Ask me how my day was. I dare you!
So the Dog decides that she wants to go outside at 6:00 am, 7:30am, and 8:30am. This means that the first day of my vacation I don't get to sleep in. I know big F-ing deal. And alone this is really not a problem. So finally I get up at 8:30, and "I'll get a jump on my day."
So I want to print out a study guide for the one chapter on to days test that we did not cover in class and I had not read, "there won't be much on the test from this chapter" said the instructor. After a quick search and find, I print. I said Print!!! All out of black ink. Ok I'll just go to my local library and just print it out there.
11:00(ish)am After avoiding a few coworkers I jump on a computer. This is great I am clicks away from my goal. "Error, File not read." I can't believe my luck. Oh well I'll just head up to the University now and hit the books. I need to get a bite to eat and could run by Megart (a paint your own pottery place), and pick you last weeks project. After a Burrito (YUMMY!!), I walk over to Megart with the hope of seeing the cute chic that works there. All is fine here; cute chic greets me with a smile, which she does everyone so I don't read anything into it. We banter (is that spelled right?), while she wraps up my stuff (My stuff = mista jazz's, Mom's, Big Bro's and Big Bro's cutie's stuff). Having picked up these items of joy, I skip off to my car and I'll soon be on my way to school. Yeah! Studying!
12:30pm Less than half a mile from the parking space I just left, I think to my self what a-HOLY SHIT THAT THE CAR IN FRONT OF ME IS STOPPING!!!!! So in the left lane of Randolph Rd. at the intersection of Woodlark Ln., I ask the guy whose car I've just hit "are you alright?" He said very calmly yes how about you. Only thinking that I will heal and a car must be repaired I reply fine with out really checking. At this time I am so tense that I wouldn't be able to tell if I am hurt anyway. The older gentleman call the Cops (bad boy bad boys whatcha gonna do) as I remember that I have not had my car inspected yet. That was going to be part of my vacations activities, along with a nice relaxing oil change. So the accident is my fault, the cops are on the way and I don't have all my legal stuff for my car up to date.
We move our cars off Randolph and on to Woodlark so that I don't ruin anyone else’s day. As we wait, I apologize many times for my bad driving. Or is it bad stopping? Anyway the gentleman is very calm. We are assessing the damage and we both agree that my bumper absorbed almost all of the impact. His Infinite only has a few scratches on the bumper. Yes INFINITE. We talk for a bit and this man is truly a gentleman. I find out that he is a dentist and was just running out for some lunch. He was very nice and that made me grateful that I had not hit an asshole, but I also felt bad because he was so nice.
The cop shows, and we all start filling out papers. I get off with out a ticket for the accident, BUT my vehicle registration is over not up to date. So as Mr. cop hands me my ticket, He tells me that if I get everything up to date and take the proof to court, I have a 50/50 chance that the ticket will be dropped. Other wise I pay $115.00.
By now my father has arrived as I had made a few calls during the above-mentioned wait. He and I spend the next few hours getting things in order to have my car fixed. It is still drive-able, and my deductible is about $250.00. But over a thousand in damages. Parts will be in, in a few days.
While we drove around getting people to quantify the damage, I began to ponder the fact that the gentleman is a dentist. I held him up, which then he holds his patients up, which could go on to unknown layers. I AM THE WORLD SHITTIEST PERSON AT THIS MOMENT! For me to know that I have caused unknown problems for unknown numbers of people really pushed my repressed anger; toward myself and anyone else, to the point which me fury has not been in a long time. And so I began to abuse myself mentally for most of the after noon.
I arrive at school about 3:45pm. Still enough time to study. I think the test went wel
