A New Addition to the Family…

Wheeling and Dealing…

I have always had an affinity for Boston Terriers ever since my ex-wife got one when we were married. I’ve been in email contact with this local lady about a Boston Terrier puppy that is AKC registered.  She emailed me last night saying the puppies are weaned and on dry food.  She wants me to meet her at The Landing today on the backwaters with $250 dollars cash in hand.  She wanted $300, but I talked her down some as the puppy will need to be spayed with all her shots administered.  I am so excited about this and so is Stacey.  We are going to have a new addition to the family. This has been going on for about a couple of weeks.  I just haven’t wrote about it not wanting to get my and everyone’s hopes up.  You all will have to help me think of a good name.  The puppy is a female.   Mom traditionally names all our dogs so I will ask mom for a good name as well.

Miffed…

Charlie came by again last night to see Maggie and I.  Horsefly was with him and immediately went into my bathroom to begin flushing the toilet over and over. They are always interesting company.  It is certainly interesting when one of your best friend’s sons comes over to fixate on your toilet.

“Your cousins are in town to see your brother,” Charlie said. “It is busy over at your mom and dad’s house.  All the bedrooms are full. They went out to eat tonight at Good Ole Boys in Auburn tonight.”

I was kind of miffed.  I am never included in family functions.  Nobody called me and told me my cousins were in town from Florida and nobody invited me and Stacey out to eat with them.  My feelings were deeply hurt. 

“I’ve just been forgotten about by my family,” I told Charlie looking forlorn.

“Well, they’ve forgotten about me as well,” Charlie said with a weak laugh trying to make me feel better. “Your father is just preoccupied with his grandchildren.  He doesn’t get to see them but a few times a year.”

Charlie also said he is taking the day off today to have a cookout for the whole crew. 

“I will bring you and Stacey a ribeye, barbeque bread, and baked potato plate tomorrow night,” he told me.

I wasn’t invited to the cookout as well and was miffed again.  Are they embarrassed of me?  The son who works handling carts at Walmart with a overweight girlfriend with tattoos?  I don’t know, but it irks me.  My family is well known for putting on airs as that old Southern saying goes.

A Quiet Night In…

After Stacey’s trip to Newnan, we quickly settled back into our usual routines.  Stacey brought a pizza from the Deli at work last night and it was delicious.  The only problem with pizza I have is I tend to eat too much of it and it may trigger my bulimia.  We both settled into the bed to do our usual browsing with our laptops – the dogs joining us, both scratching and carrying on as if they were covered in fleas. 

“You would think those two have some kind of skin condition the way they carry on,” I told Stacey as Maggie’s tongue hung out she was scratching so vigorously.  It was a bliss moment for Maggie as she had hit a sweet spot.

Stacey laughed and laughed as she looked down at Maggie’s and Sadie’s contorted dealings.

“They’re just being dogs,” she replied.

Stacey spent the night which was nice.  I am trying to be quiet so as not to wake her.  She stirred some when I got up at 3:30, but was quickly back asleep.  I have my headphones connected to my computer and am listening to another lackluster rendition of Coast to Coast AM.  They are talking about Iran’s nuclear threat tonight which aggravates me.  What happened to all the wonderful paranormal topics that made the program so interesting for decades?  I probably won’t listen for long – growing tired of hearing Jerry Corso go on and on about a threat that is non-existent.  Coast to Coast has gotten too mainstream for my tastes.  I can just watch CNN for this kind of fare.

Taking Care of Business…

I have two lawns to mow this morning.  Both people called me yesterday after having picked up one of my business cards at dad’s pharmacy.  I was so excited to get the calls.  I plan on getting started early before the heat of the day hits and it begins to rain.  We have a fifty percent chance of thunderstorms for the afternoon which will also thrill me to death.  The $50 dollars I will make this morning will make up for the dozen roses I sent Stacey Monday.  I am really enjoying this extra income my side job affords me.  

Day 3 with Only One Pill to Take…

Today marks day three without my antipsychotic. I feel better and better everyday.  The only symptom I was having last night was a little bit of mania – my mind racing and feeling overly busy.  Stacey said I was acting hyper and that I was talking a lot.  I just chalk this up to withdrawal – my mind feeling calm and serene this morning after a good night’s sleep.  It is so novel to just get in my Lazy-E-Boy and relax.  I realized this morning that I couldn't sit still for years – always having to be up and pacing the floor.  I once had a man contact me through the blog who was on a lot of antipsychotics that said he suffered from the same predicament.  He was constantly pacing the floor as he watched television and movies.  I am now down to taking only one pill at night and that is my Paxil for social anxiety.  I have found my social anxiety gets less and less with each week that passes.  I actually think this has more to do with my self esteem being so bolstered lately more so than just that pill.   It will be interesting for the next few weeks as I am weaned out of the psychiatric system – soon to quit taking the Paxil as well.  I have become so cynical about psychiatry and all the medications involved after all the hell I have been through over the years being caught in the system with all those medications forced upon me by my father. I felt absolutely terrible and horrible for  years over medicated.