Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Mom had just called me to tell me she wanted to go to the movies next Tuesday.
“Let’s see that Planet of the Apes movie in 3D,” she had said.
“You sure you’re sure?” I asked apprehensively once again. “You’re not just trying to placate me?”
This is a movie I have been wanting to see. I fondly remember the films from the seventies.
It got increasingly more complicated as we negotiated dinner and dessert. We finally settled on Jim Bob’s chicken fingers and Sonic for dessert. I was wanting Chic-fil-a but mom is paying and has the final word. With the dozens and dozens of restaurants in Auburn/Opelika, we always go to the same three places to eat. I know! I know! These first world problems are tough!
Charlie is barbequing chickens tonight. He said he would bring by a plate this evening. That will be an extremely nice treat. I am also in negotiations with my father to get the computer part I talked about very early this morning. Dad leaves for a week in Florida with his cousins soon and I wanted to order that part before he goes.
I was just down at the Circle K buying some Ritz cheese crackers on a whim. Have you ever tried them? They are really delicious. The clerk was talking to me the whole time I was in the store. I guess she was glad for the company.
“I work third shift,” she said to me huffily. “And my husband still expects me to cook and clean house.”
I smiled. That certain husband has got a spitfire on his hands. She’s a bit of a heavyset girl, but she has a lot of beauty in her as well. I can imagine a fellow falling in love and then to his dismay third shift begins and cooking ceases.
I’ve been trying to find a certain specific video card to fit in my writing and blogging computer. Right now, I am using the integrated Intel graphics that came with my processor. I want something a little more discreet and powerful.
Well, I finally found the video card on TigerDirect.com for $199.99. It is continually sold out on Newegg.com. I will have to use two months of my hard earned cigarette money to purchase it, though.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Well, I am glad to get that under my belt so to speak. I had to buy more of Maggie’s dog food and that was $15 dollars, but I rung it up separately from my groceries. I couldn’t find any appetizing looking Thai meals so some of you are going to have to recommend some for me. Is pad Thai good?
Kroger was hopping crazy tonight for some reason. The store was full of people which tested my mettle. I passed dad, who was reading magazines, and told him that I needed to “get the hell out of here” with an air of immediacy. We immediately proceeded to checkout. My old nemesis anxiety showed its face tonight.
Dad and I were both exhausted last night. I was experiencing a lot of anxiety so we decided to put off buying my groceries until tonight. In about the next hour, my father will arrive and I will be thrown into the fray. It still amazes me that I’ve become so socially comfortable in public as to be able to buy my own groceries. My mother bought my groceries for years. Dad comes along for moral support and to make sure I don’t spend $200. Yes, I am given a little oversight which is worth putting up with to keep the peace.
It is going to be another American/Asian affair tonight. I can’t wait to eat some of that Tai Pei shrimp fried rice. I am also jonesing for some banana cream pie. We can’t forget our ubiquitous breakfast foods as well. I want to smell some breakfast bacon frying by tomorrow morning. I’ve got a list printed out of everything I need.
I want to try some Thai food, but I am unsure of what to get. The last Thai meal I bought at Kroger was gross and weird tasting.
“By all means finish your cigarette,” I kindly told the clerk at Circle K who was standing outside the store this morning. “I don’t mind waiting.”
The smell of her cigarette was intoxicating until I looked at some prices for smokes on the door. Then they once again lost their luster.
It was 5am in the morning and I was going strong this morning. My journey to the nocturnal dark side is almost complete. You are more likely to catch me up at 5am in the morning rather than 5pm in the afternoon.
My purpose this morning was a Sobe energy drink and some pickled sausages. The buxom clerk handed me my change after I paid for my items and then the dam broke loose and she was flooded with patrons. I exited stage left and drove home.
Food Fit For the Gods…
Helen called me a moment ago just as I was about to go to bed.
“Baby, I made some pimento cheese sandwiches for you. Come and pick them up.”
Sleep would have to wait as nothing trumps Helen’s pimento cheese.
Here’s One From Captain Obvious…
Have you heard anything about George? Did he get out?
glittermom, he is currently out on parole and living with Monte. We both haven’t put much effort into rekindling our friendship. I don’t want to be around all that smoking and booze.
Monday, July 21, 2014
I walked into Fred’s Super Dollar Store a few moments ago. I was buying an Sobe energy drink and lemonheads candy. Mom had put $2 dollars in my daily sodas today to fund a treat. Someone immediately and loudly spoke my name excitedly as I walked into the store.
“Andrew!!!” a lady said which startled me.
It was Jane Sparks and I almost didn’t recognize her. “Who are you?” I asked in a moment of blunder. She looked just absolutely gorgeous. She very sexually and aggressively pursued me in High School and I wouldn’t give her the time of day then. I was such a fool in my younger days. I would date her in a heartbeat now. Oh, momma mia!
I didn’t look to see if she had a ring on her finger. By the time it was my turn to check out, she was long gone. It brought back a flood of memories, though.
Sunday Night Chicken…
“I think that’s what I am going to get as well,” he said.
Charlie insisted that my father get me the all white meat variant of my meal. That meant fried chicken breasts and a center cut piece of chicken. Charlie is my advocate general.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Charlie arrived a little later this morning with a delicious breakfast. It was almost ten when Maggie’s whining and jubilant barking woke me. I pulled on some shorts to accompany my t-shirt and hurried to the door. This morning we had two bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits, one hash brown, and one large orange juice.
“How can you not drink coffee?” Charlie kiddingly asked me.
“It tastes terrible!” I replied with a grimace on my face.
Charlie chuckled, told me he loved me, and headed to his sister, Laura Mae’s house, a few streets over.
I carefully tore Maggie’s biscuit into small bite-size pieces and put them on her paper plate. Maggie was about beside herself to get her biscuit this morning. She was all underfoot. That biscuit was gone about as fast as it took me to put it on the floor.
“Savor your food, Maggie,” I told her. “You’ve got to learn to savor your food.”
I was worried I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep after I ate, but I slept like a baby until almost 5pm. I didn’t get in the bed until 4am last night or this morning I should say.
Rainy Day Cleaning…
I drove over to get my sodas late this afternoon in the rain. Charlie and dad were busy cleaning the basement and my old downstairs bedroom. My brother and family are coming at the end of the week. Dad was sitting in the floor finagling with a vacuum cleaner.
“Hey Chuck!” he said at my entrance into the room.
I didn’t stay long. It is terrible of me, but I didn’t want to get recruited into their cleaning efforts. I put a Rickie Lee Jones CD in my car’s stereo and exited out the back driveway with my sodas on the seat beside me.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
I about flagellated myself all over the phone.
“Awesome!” I told my father so very much excited. “Thank you so very much!”
My father is not one for much altruism when it concerns his oldest son so this shocked me.
Soon, my father pulled up in front of my house and blew his horn. I walked out to get my pizza.
“We’ll do medications about eight,” my father told me. “Let’s eat our pizzas while they are hot.”
I ate a whole large pizza in one sitting. Maggie got a few bites, but I ate the rest of it. The pizza was delicious.
A moment ago, I was eating one of my Helen to-go plates and it was driving Maggie crazy. Helen cooked some of the best fried chicken of her career yesterday. Seeing as my parents don’t like leftovers then that is a windfall for me.
I finally gave Maggie a drumstick and what does she do? She buries it in the back yard like an oaf. The possums and raccoons are going to have a feast tonight as I always say. Maggie will forget where she buried it.
My father was supposed to come by to administer my medications when he closed the pharmacy at noon. I used to would get mad as hell having to wait hours for my medications, but it no longer fazes me. I am floating on cloud 9 these days. It is getting late in the afternoon and he still hasn’t shown up. I have bigger fish to fry like getting a 1 GHz overclock out of my processor which has consumed me today.
Helen also made her “sticky rice” (Southern colloquialism) yesterday and it was the bee’s knees. I could make a meal of that rice with lots of butter added for fatty goodness.
Friday, July 18, 2014
I found a flea on her Royal Highness the Princess of Mauritania and Maratouse yesterday. Royalty should never have vermin upon them. I noticed Maggie has been scratching a lot lately and I now know why.
“Our pet health care secretary says we forgot Maggie’s flea medication last month,” my father said worriedly as I talked to him on the phone. “We’ll put it on tonight.”
Well, I think we nipped the problem in the bud last night. Maggie thinks we are molesting her when we put on her medications, though. I have to lock the dog door and hold her in my lap as dad administers the flea medication on the nape of her neck. What a look of indignation we get from Maggie after all is said and done! There is a new chewable and much less expensive tablet available, but my stubborn and aggravatingly obstinate old coot of a father insists on doing it the old way.
Shall We Do Lunch? Can We Wine and Dine?
I promised Lori I would meet her at Applebee’s for lunch. I hurried down the interstate to make it on schedule. I kept vainly looking at my hair in the rear view mirror and fretting. I pulled into Applebee’s at almost noon central time – our agreed upon time. Lori was sitting in her Honda and I pulled in beside her.
We had a good time and the food was good as well. I got the house sirloin and Lori got the Oriental chicken salad. I think we are still in the discovery stage, though. Every time we get together we learn something new about each other. We’ve talked a lot about our mental illnesses and how they have molded and shaped our lives. She says I am spoiled rotten – coddled by my family. I scoffed, but good heartedly. I had to remind her that her father is paying for all her expenses while she is in graduate school.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
My life is like a continuously reoccurring groundhog day. My family and I undertake the same routines week after week. Tonight, as you may already know, is Mexican Thursdays. Mom’s already called and we coordinated a full order of nachos supreme for me. While there is comfort in our routines, it can also get old as well. It spurs me into wanting to try different restaurants, risqué movies, etc. Kind of like letting our hair down, ya know? Variety is the spice of life as the old saying goes.
I was sound asleep when my father called me around 8:00am and told me my injection of Risperdal Consta was today. I rolled over in the bed and moaned after I got off my cellphone. I hate such surprises and had forgotten all about this two week’s injection. I better not forget, though, as I get in a real mess without it mentally and physically. I don’t know if it is perceived, psychosomatic, or not, but it is very real to me.
Rebecca was as lovely and beautiful as ever with her elfin like qualities this morning. Pat was manning the front as Dee Dee had the week off. I heard Pat say, “God have mercy on my soul” about Dee Dee being gone. Pat had my next injection appointment card ready after Rebecca had finished with me. The ladies at Kamath Medical treat me like a dignitary or royalty. I do so appreciate the effort they put into making this process as painless and easy as possible on me.
♫Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire♫
We had a record low temperature this morning of 60° degrees. That’s one degree shy of a chilly 59°. It was prudent of me to wear a sweatshirt and jacket this morning. My father was all excited about last night and wanted to talk weather.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
I had a guy knock on my front door a moment ago. It was almost 10pm. Maggie was already aware of it and was out in the backyard raising Caine. Stupid me answered the door. I know. I am a gullible idiot and a fool. My street sense had almost failed me. The guy had the classic crack smoker look about him and he couldn’t keep still or stop scratching and fidgeting. He was jonesing pretty badly. Danger!
“I am a Christian and God fearing man and need some help,” he decreed as I opened the door.
I didn’t say one word and quickly shut my front door and locked it. I’ve heard that “Christian” spiel a hundred times from panhandlers. He looked in my window for quite a moment after I shut the door and then headed on to ply his wares next door.
To you Christians reading, what would be your correct response to this fellow?