Rejoining My Facebook Friends...

I haven't even visited Facebook very much in about 2 or 3 years. I visited yesterday when my father wanted to check out what my mother's siblings were doing and I now understand its appeal. On my blog, I would be lucky to get maybe one to a few reactions to a post. I just posted a picture of my little girl, Maggie, and had an almost instant 10 likes and many comments. It is almost instant and addictive gratification and attention.

I am not going to quit blogging, though. Facebook is for what I call fluff. Blogging is long form style writing that takes some thought, finesse, and skill. We will post goofy fluff on Facebook and write about more serious issues and my life on ye olde blog where I am mostly anonymous.

Grocery Day! Blessed Grocery Day!

I am hungry and I am ready to go shopping! I have a leftover KFC biscuit and some leftover KFC mashed potatoes to last me until tonight. I am going to stick to my usual plan which suits me pretty fine. I am ready for some more milk and cereal.

Dad commented on my protruding belly yesterday saying a diet is in order.

"It's all that cereal and whole milk you eat and drink," he told me. "It's what you call your Dun-lop."

I know I need to quit eating it, but I am addicted. Eating two pies a week or a half-gallon of ice cream doesn't help as well.

Edit: I just found a package of Micheal Angelo's manicotti and sauce in the fridge. Woo Hoo! It was hiding behind an almost empty carton of milk which was drained of its contents to the very last drop..

And Let There Be Rain...

I woke up this morning about noon and it was raining pretty heavily outside my bedroom windows. YES! We need the rain to get the National Weather Service to quit harping on and on about our drought in central Alabama.

This Portends Awesome...

Dad just called me as I was writing this post.

"Don't eat too much today," my father just told me over the phone "I am grilling filet mignons and cooking green beans and baked potatoes."

Karma has a way of kicking my ass and sometimes it lets magical things like this happen as well.

Does a Pound Cake Really Weigh a Pound?

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It was one of those very rare days I needed my medications early. I think the last time I got them early was about two weeks ago. At least I had that fact to my credit. I hope they knew I was not crying wolf just to get my Klonopin.

The first thing I did when I woke up at 3:00pm feeling wonky was to call my mother -- the action activator within the family. The secretary can get some serious stuff done.

"Johnny?" my mother said to my father matter-of-factly while I listened intently over the phone. "Can Andrew come and take his medications?"

I was just extremely lucky in that it was a holiday and my parent's were still home. It would be a very long day mentally without those medications.

Mom said that would be fine and I soon drove over to my parent's house to find Charlie's Caprica in the driveway. You don't know the amount of revelry that occurred within me by my mother's answer. My day was going to be okay, or at least fair to middling.

"We're having some delicious chocolate pound cake Polly made (Charlie's Sister)," Charlie told me. "You have got to try a piece."

Dad said he wan't going to eat a piece as he trying to stay on his diet. Who was the first person in line to get a  piece? Yes, Papa John.

"I just can't pass up one of Polly's chocolate pound cakes," my father said explaining himself.

Tony the Tiger is Back From Exile...

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I have never missed a food as much as I did this past week by not having my frosted flakes and milk. My mother asked me earlier what I was getting tonight and I told her cereal was going to be my mainstay. Each Kroger bag of frosted flakes has 26 modest servings and I buy three big bags and I get 4 gallons of milk to accompany it.

"I swear," my father will say. "You eat like a little kid would eat."

"What else are you getting?" my mother then asked inquisitively as she was living vicariously through me.

"I am getting a fresh loaf of Sunbeam old fashioned bread and some of that new Mrs. Grissom's pimento cheese spread they have at Kroger." I told her. "I am hoping to get some tuna fish salad  and egg salad as well if they keep it in stock."

May You Yawn in Peace…

I was starving when I woke up this morning at 6:45am.  I stood in the kitchen peering into my refrigerator trying to decide what to eat.  My sweet tooth was giving me a very hard time so I ate two Activia yogurts.  After eating, I stood on the scales in my bathroom and I have lost another two pounds.  Mom said she could already tell I’ve lost some weight. 

“You’re losing your weight in your midsection,” she told me yesterday. “You were almost getting a beer belly.”

Dieting is hard as you feel deprived and hungry all the time. 

The house was very eerily quiet this morning.  Maggie hadn’t stirred yet so I went to seek her out.  She was still curled up on the bed asleep.  It was cool and dark in my bedroom with a temperature of 77 degrees – perfect for a morning of sleeping in.  My biological clock told me otherwise, though. 

Scathing Rebukes…

An old friend of mine wrote publically on my Facebook page about the Lori fiasco in a complete about face.  She tried to say the past 15 years of my writings were all a lie – that George and Ferret were a figment of my imagination. It was completely over the top and melodramatic to the extreme.

“You could be some 80 year old lady with a cat and not a 43 year old man with a dog,” she said.

I certainly didn’t appreciate her posting all that in a public place where my family could read it.  She should have taken it to my email or my blog comments.  I sadly had to unfriend her. 

If George and the gang weren’t real then I would still be writing about them to this day.  Those were the days I was getting over 2000 readers a day and making over $200 dollars a month with my Google Adsense ads.  One month I made $260. It was the pinnacle of my blog. Why would I quit writing about them if they were fictional? Why would I give up all the money I was making and let my blog fall into relative obscurity? I assure you 95% of what is on this blog is real. That whole Lori deal was a terrible and misguided decision on my part to bring in newer readers, and boy did it backfire.  Things almost spiraled out of control and I apologize sincerely to all of you who have remained loyal to me.

Sleepy Boy Says Hi…

Well, I managed to sleep the day away.  I woke up initially at 4:30am and went back to bed at 11am and then went back to bed at 3pm and slept until 8pm.  I pretty much wasted my day sleeping.  I certainly feel good tonight and well rested, but will I sleep when 11pm rolls around?  Today is an example on how I can easily get on a stay up all night schedule which is the bane of my existence. 

Now it is time for the waiting game on when my father will bring my meds.  Charlie and dad are currently over at the river house looking at all the new windows that were installed according to my mother.  That river house has been a project of love for my father.  He says he has wanted that house ever since he saw it for the first time years ago.  He made an offer and they accepted and the rest was history.

I did get to see my sister’s kids around lunch.  We used dad’s iPad to watch cartoons and to visit Nickelodeon which had some online games you could play. I also brought over my Nintendo GameCube so they could play it some.  I had a SpongeBob Square Pants party game they enjoyed – ya gotta love SpongeBob.  Dad was overjoyed that I kept them entertained while he fixed the midday meal.  I did get a piece of my parent’s chocolate cake and it was delicious.  Mom and dad bitched, moaned and argued through the whole process, but the cake turned out great. 

I almost forgot, but tonight is grocery night. It just immediately dawned on me.  I am making my mother’s beef lo mien this week I have decided.  I will also once again get that Milo’s diet tea.  I’ve already lost three pounds on my new diet.  Let’s keep that weight coming off!  I want to get down to 175 by the end of the summer.

No Groceries Tonight…

Dad just left. We decided not to get groceries tonight much to his chagrin.  I just didn’t feel like going through that rigmarole tonight, although I had to endure a ton of peer pressure from my father.

“Your mother is going to have a fit,” he said as his foremost worry. “She’ll ask me a hundred questions about why you didn’t go.”

I have plenty of Ramen noodle soup to get me through tomorrow night.  I might feel like I am back in college.

The Sunday Morning Arrival of Charlie…

Yes, today is biscuit day and I am especially hungry.  I almost thought of cancelling biscuit day for me since I am on a diet and Maggie no longer gets a biscuit.  Those biscuits are so calorie loaded.  Well, I decided I can treat myself once a week.  I am especially keen on getting that giant Coca-Cola without ice.  The only time I get caffeine these days is once a week now with Charlie’s Coke he brings me.  He asked me a few weeks ago if I would like orange juice or a soda, and I said soda.

This morning I have been working on getting all four of my computer monitors hooked up to my computers and working.  Both computers now have extended desktops.  Dad calls this my command center in my computer room. My brother calls it the bunker. I need to do more neatening and straightening, though.  It is kind of in a mess at the moment with wires and cords running everywhere.   That’s where zip ties come in handy. 

The Charles Meister Has Left the Premises…

Charlie gave me a big hug this morning as I told him happy father’s day.  Maggie was going nuts to see him so Charlie stepped inside to pet her.

“You know you are like my second father,” I told him.

“What do you want for supper?” Charlie then asked.

“Just get me whatever is easiest on you,” I replied.

“Charlie?” I then asked as he walked to his car. “Get me the grilled chicken and a diet Coke instead of sweet tea.”

Charlie replied that he could already tell that I’ve lost a few pounds.  My scales show it as well.