So… a few years ago in the home on the west side of town; the one with the ants in the kitchen, water in the basement and fence holes dug to China… Well, one nice summer day, me cleans out me closet.  DJT cleaned well, cleaned out 2 boxes of clothes that me no longer wear, wifey do the same and wifey also cleaned out some sweaters and threw them in a box.  Us took them to the basement.  Stuck them on a shelf.  Throwouts on one shelf and keepers on another.

Okay, now a few months go by and DJT cleaning out basement.  Me cleans the shelves and sees boxes of clothing.  So, me loads them in to car and takes them to old High School that houses an area to help the poor.  They loved the clothes.  4 boxes and a garbage bag full of clothing.  DJT a king.

Two or so weeks later, DJT sitting in living room watching TV and wife in basement.  Wifey yelled from basement as she comes upstairs, “Honey where are my sweaters?”  Me replies, “What swwwweeeaaaaaaaterrrrrs” as me remembers what me did, me heart sunk to me stomach.  “You remember the ones I put in the basement during the summer”.

“Oh, those sweaters…. um…. me… um…. well… I”, Oh NOES….. “I sort of gave them to the ______ (one place).

Wifey not happy at this point.  DJT get a slight… nah… huge lecture on where each sweater came from.  One from bested friend in Viet nam, one from me parents when she came to USA, etc…  So, since the place me gives them to isn’t open on Saturdays, DJT gets some cash and we go shopping for new sweaters, but new sweaters neva replace sweaters from bested friend and parents… as me hears every few hours.

So, after spending close to 200.00, wifey now have NEW sweaters, but she still not overly happy with DJT giving sweaters away. So, me tells the boss what me did and he laughs.  Then he says, Bob volunteers there, so on the next Thursday, boss and DJT go to old school.  There be at least 30 ppl standing outside doors waiting to get their hands on me sweaters and other stuff.  They get to pick 1 set of clothing for frees.  Boss gets asked a question from a peep waiting.  Boss knows nothing and tells him why we here, of course peep laughs and knows how big trouble DJT is in.

We enter room and Bob greets us, DJT tells lady of horrid mistake me did.  Lady replies, “If you were my husband, you would be DEAD!” and then they all laugh……  Young lady takes DJT to sweater hanger area and says she remembers me, “those were the nicest sweaters we’ve ever seen”.  Well, yeah…. “Wifey wasn’t done with them yet”.

We go thru the sweaters and pick out some of wifey’s…. OH sweater from VN and from me parents… yeah… got them.  This one and this one and this one and more… Lady asks, “is this hers too?”  Me have no idea.  Lady says it’s too nice so it must be hers and gives it to me.

Me walks thru crowd of ppl waiting to get their free stuff and they look at me with “death eyes”.  Not sure if they knew I alread died by the wifey, or they liked me stuff and wanted it.

DJT goes home and shows wifey her new old sweaters, SHE HAPPY!  But where’s the sweater with the duck on it…….

Thomas Edison and DJT have something in common…..

I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.
– Thomas A. Edison

So, one day long ago in the older house with a one detached garage, me had me 1966 Ford Galaxie parked inside.  Can’t exactly remember was DJT wanted in garage for, but it was around the Vietnamese New Year when this life of djt………. happened.

So, DJT go out to the garage one weekday evening.  Wifey working 2nd shift so she not home.  1 car garage a lil small and galaxie just fits.  Me can walk around sides and back of galaxie.  about 1 foot of space in rear.  yep, it crowded.  But it okay, galaxie safe.

So, it be a lil cold outside, prolly round 30 degrees and getting colder.  Me closes the garage door.  Me heard a crack, snap, pop, ping, cacccccched.  Oh noes… what that.  DJt still busy at whatever me doing tho…. but a lil concern… okay very concern.  Me finds that the garage door thingy that attached to the garage wood lost its pin.  well… brokey and garage door no open without it.  Okay me trapped.  No panic.  AHHHHHHHH!!!  It around 8pm wifey be home at 11pm.  Think DJT think…   Prop door open a tad.  Yeah…  So, me opens door about5 inches and it falls down.  Me finds a stool near front of galaxie covered with stuff and snowblower in da way.  Oh geez…. me has about 3 feet on this side to losen things up.  Okay, me got the stool after 15 minutes work. Me can’t get door even 5 inches open.  cwrap.

Lol…. me finds me cell phone… WOOOT!!!

DJT calls JHT (bro).
JHT – hello
DJT – hi… what are you doing?
JHT – dishes
DJT – can you help me?
JHT – sure, what do you need?
DJT – can you come over, I’m stuck in garage
JHT- long pause… lil laughing…. eh? how that happen?  Do I need to bring tools?
DJT – Just come and bring some tools.  I have some in house, but doors are lock and I have keys.
JHT – be there soon….

While waiting, djt getting mighty cold.  Me huddles in Galaxie back seat. 10 minutes go by.  Bro lives about 10 minutes away, but no showy.  um…. RIIIIIIIIING RIIIIIIIIING… “Hello”
It be me wifey’s 3rd cuz in town.
NS – Hi DJT, just calling to wish you Happy VN New YEAR
DJT – thanks
NS – What are you doing
DJT – Waiting for my brother to come over
NS – Why?
DJT – I’m locked in my garage….
NS – Locked in your garage… (pause) …how?
Blah blah blah blah blah
DJT – NS, me gotta go, bro just showed up to help me.
Blah blah blah blah…
bye bye

JHT laughing because me on phone for minutes….

So we gets the door open about 1 1/2 feet and me crawls out.  And then we both crawls in and puts new pin in and walla…. it opens with no problem.   YEAH!!!  ME FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Me and me wifey use to live in an older house, basically 1 story home that had an attic that was converted into 2 rooms.  To get to the upstairs there was a spiral staircase along side the outside wall and between the living room and dining room.  On the living room side was the couch.

The other night me and the wifey were watching tv and the 2 birdy’s asleep in the cage.  Me getting tired so me heads towards our bedroom to get ready for beddy bye.

Suddenly there came a holla from the living room.  Me goes to see whats the matter.  Wifey heard something upstairs and saws something too.  Me sits on couch where wifey is and looks up the spiral case.  Me sees something too.  It flying now landing and hanging down on a railing.  It a BAT!!!!!!!!

Well…. brave, but really scurred djt lookies for a box.  Me heard someone say they trapped their batty in house in a box.  Hmmm…. so me gets a box and walkies up stairs to trap the critter.  Well… batty didn’t want to go into box and well… me had no idea how to close lid on batty with box being upside down.  So djt had bright idea to sweep batty into box.  Well… as you cans imagines Mr. Batty escaped and flew to first floor.  Me already with broom in hand runs down steps (round and round me goes).  Batty flying round and round living and dining room.  Wifey runs to hallway, “AAAIIIIAIIAIAIEEEIOOOOUUUUUUAAA!!!” Birds going bananas chirping and batty flying in circles.

Me now on first floor.  Me hits the bat… yeah… so while batty flying and wife, “AAAIIIIEEAAA!” and birds twirpping, me swings broom at batty flying.  Me misses alot.  Djt suxors at baseball, so what me thinking  at hitting a bat with a broom. But me the man of the house and me wife still, “AAEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAOOOOOA!” everytime the batty comes near.

WHACK!  YES!!!!!!!! WOOT!!!!!!!!!!!! me KO’s the bat.  Batty now laying on foyer floor next to front door.  Now… me hitting a bat is one thing that can be imagine, but me hitting a bat next to the front door – COOL!  With Mai still hiding in hallway, no “AAAAAAAAAAHHHEEEE’s” no more.  Me opens front door, takes the broom in hand and me gonna play golf.  SWING!  Yeah… batty went about 3 feet on front porch.  Not the 20yards me hopin’ for.

So, wifey venturs out… “is it dead”.  DJT thinks so.  Wifey still not venturing far from hallway, no see dead critter.  Me thinks… me gots a dead bat on porch, what now?  Can’t leave it there.  OOOH! Box. Yeah… me runs round and round up the stairs grabs the box adn runs round and round back down.  crappy no lid.  DJT runs back up round and around and back down and adown around.  With broom and box in hand (oh me stopped and put somes shoes and gloves on too) me turns porch light on to see what me’s doing.  Bat go….. no bat in sight….. bat alive!

Thusly, me hurries back inside (door still propped open.  Closes the doors and puts stuff away… then thinking batty got in house somehow…. me goes upstairs and shuts door to 1st room again and this times, me takes a towel and puts it under door just in case batty crawled under door to get to wifey and djt in middle of the night.

Me never did find out how batty gots insides, nor can djt ever forget the bat story thanks to Stoney (aka: Temujin).  Tho the story not exactly written like the original (gone forevers) it’s close and accurate as far as DJT can remember.  Original had more AAEEeaEaeAEAE! screams in it and maybe some birdy feathers flapping.

Okay, me name is DJT and welcome to me site.  If you not familiar with this sort of writing… well… then either get use to it or no visit

This sort of writing was learnt from attending Snood College in Snoodville.  If you don’t know Snood, then you’ve never played RtCW or TF2 or other multiplayer games.  Snoodler can be found at Fug’s TF2 Community and or sometimes: TAO-Gamers

Okay… me thinks you wanna know a lil about what this blog about.   Well, life of djt………. was a regular happening long ago on TAO forums then later became emails to friends, thus one friend said, “HEY DJT, doa blog”.  Thus, djt slowy do’s the blog.    Thanks Raam.
Okay… so life of djt………. is short stories that actually happen to DJT.

Stories from past will be used along with new stories that haven’t even happen yet but me sure they will… because DJT have bad lucks sometimes or good lucks me write about too   tho…. nvm.

Well, thanks for stopping by, hopefully soon will be a true actual life of djt………. story for you’s all to read.

Oh… SHOUT OUT!!!

RAAM! STONEY! SNOOD! TRIBE! REV! STIIV (mia)!