Just Like That, She Cancels Rehabilitation...

It was a Real Page Turner...

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"Andrew, this your momma," she said over the phone very early this morning. "We're not going to rehabilitation anymore. I called and canceled all my appointments. I appreciate all the help you gave me about that."

I was dressed to the nines and was ready to go. My mother would be soon driving my way to pick me up. I was going to drive us down Hwy 29.

"Mom? You're are the secretary! Secretaries never miss their appointments," I replied.

"I just feel they are not going to be able to help me," She replied back. "I am going to continue with my chiropractor. Your daddy said it was okay."

I was really looking for to my hour long session with solitude and slothfulness. Mom was also tired in that she read a book all night and she just couldn't put the book down it was so good.

Mom's mother, my grandmother, said she was just a hypochondriac and my mother just went nuts. That must have been 30 years ago. I can never and I mean never over the course of my life seen her well for once. I am beginning along with my father, that my grandmother was right.

Is Anyone Out There? Any Malingering Krogers?

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Kroger was absolutely deserted tonight and this proved good and beneficial for this social anxiety ridden old goofy fool. Dad and I pretty much had the run of the store all to ourselves. It was kinda spooky -- like something from an apocalypse or Last Man Standing.

"Zombies? Quick, get the shotgun!"

"Get you plenty of those frozen meals," my father has harped about for the twentieth time recently. "You need some vegetables as well."

I had him walk over and pick out the meals he likes.

"You've just got to get you a few of those turkey and stuffing meals," he told me. "They look delicious."

I told him that packages can be misleading.

"Is this rib meal good?" my father held it up in front of him showing me a big packet of frozen "ribs".

"It tastes just like McDonald's McRib sandwiches and the BBQ sauce is a little sweeter to its demerit," I replied. "You just have to buy a bag of hoagie rolls."

My father tossed them into my grocery cart as I then picked out some of my favorite Tei Pei Asian meals. Dad then headed off to get loaf bread and hoagie rolls. General Tso? Come to Papa, literally.

"Do you need soy sauce?" my father asked upon his return.

"I've got plenty at home," I replied.

"I would really like some V-8 juice," I then told my father so we headed for the beverage and fruit juice aisle.

Dad stuck 2 big costly cans in my cart.

"What do you want for your sweets this week?" my father asked with yet another request.

"I want an Edwards lemon meringue pie and some unfrosted strawberry Pop-tarts

Dad went for the Pop-tarts as I had a destiny to meet pie.

The total tally was $97 dollars. It was like I had taken Charlie along with me grocery shopping. I was going to get a 4 pack of expensive $8.99 rechargeable Energizer batteries and now I am glad I didn't.

Look Out for the Celery on Aisle 5! Bunch of Vegetable Hooligans!

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So, Monday is here again and the circle remains unbroken. It snuck up on me really fast this week. That means another grocery day will soon pass us by. I am getting the same thing I got last week so that shouldn't surprise any of you. I am such a fierce creature of habit. Rinse and repeat!

My biggest worry tonight is to forget my two Mountain Dew Baja Blast drinks. I've stated before that I absolutely love to drink them as I am writing my last journal entry for the day. It's my little bit of instant bliss as I write.

 I ran out of frosted flakes this morning. I was thinking of eating a bowl and then forgot I was out. I felt so deflated. The milk, too, was almost out and I drank the rest right out of the carton and let out a hearty sigh as soon as I finished it.

I also was too cheap and lazy to go buy more food so I ate two toasted mayonnaise sandwiches for lunch. I am holding out for tonight -- I didn't want to spend the last cash in my wallet as well. The only change this week should be I am getting several variety packs of Lance crackers. I've been craving cheese on wheat and cream cheese and chives crackers like crazy today. I also want V-8 vegetable juice but it is too cost prohibitive. Even the Kroger brand is too expensive. I guess I should get a juicer and make my own as I love the stuff with a bit of heat added as in Louisianan style hot sauce.

The Rehabilitation Game...

Mom has called me four times to make sure I would take her to rehab in the morning. We're a tad bit obsessive compulsive today.

In her latest call she asked me if rehabilitation helped me when I broke my arm and shoulder. I told her it really helped.

"We'll go eat at the Waffle House afterwards," she told me. "I want an omelette."

Mom then told me she might quit rehabilitation as it doesn't seem to be helping her.

"You've only been twice!" I told my waffling mother flabbergasted. "At least give it a chance."

It takes about an hour and I just sit in the car passing the time listening to the radio or looking at magazines. I kind of enjoy the solitude.

Parting With Parts...

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Electro Static Discharge...

Yes, I have a lot of computer projects happening today -- computer stuff that I find laborious, tedious, and boring. I've been putting it off for weeks. Go ahead and tell me my own words that every time to you take that side cover of a computer off you are flirting with disaster. It's true and I am biting the bullet!

I've got to RMA two motherboards today. One board won't allow me to set my RAM speed to 2400 Mhz.  I can't get it pass 1800 Mhz. I also can only reach a stable 1800 Mhz with a 1 volt overclock which is dangerous.

I've also got to RMA another identical motherboard (Z97-Deluxe). It has two network interface cards and only one is working at the moment. I find this extremely aggravating.

"Only send computer part -- can't guarantee return of part left on motherboard," An Asian male told me on the phone..

Another goal on my agenda is taking my Blu-Ray burner drive and installing it in my everyday use computer. I am consolidating all my computer my spare computer parts.

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I Am the Magster and I Approve this Timely Message...

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I am absolutely addicted to the potato wedges at Kentucky Fried Chicken now. Charlie laughs at me when I call them fast food crack.

"Try one!" I told my father tonight as he was intently listening in to all my and Charlie's fanfare over the matter.

"Those are really good," my father replied after taking a bite. "I didn't expect them to be so crunchy. They looked flimsy and flaccid."

"They are even better overcooked and super deep fried as well," I told all the parties involved. "It makes them extra crunchy and delectable."

I got Kentucky Fried Chicken slaw as one of my side items I hope it has a lot of horseradish in it just like I like it. It just depends on who made today's batch. I put it in the fridge and will eat it later.

My chicken in the box was three original recipe pieces. Two were large breast pieces and one was a wing piece. Traditionally, Maggie would get the wing piece de-boned and Maggie style in a paper bowl set upon the floor. Unfortunately, we've had a moratorium regarding Maggie and people food.

I will be able to eat in 45 minutes so I am hanging in there as my stomach grumbles in protest.

Oh Sunday Mornings I Love You...

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In a Platonic Kind Of Way...

Charlie arrived at almost 9am. Maggie started to go bonkers at Charlie's arrival. Nobody's going to get near the house without our Maggie knowing about it -- nefarious or good for that matter. I call Maggie nature's little alarm system.

"Charlie," I said through a closed front door. "Beware because I am still in my underwear."

You could hear Charlie snickering and laughing on the other side of the door.

"What are you listening to?" Charlie asked as he sat down on the couch to see Maggie for a moment.

He put my drink and three biscuits on top of my entertainment center as I stepped into my back bedroom and pulled on some more appropriate pants.

"I am listening to the always endearing Beastie Boys," I replied.

Sabotage!

"Sounds like noise to me," Charlie said with a chuckle. "I never could garner a taste for rap music."

Charlie only listens to classical music on National Public Radio. He says it soothes Horsefly.

Charlie couldn't stay long as he still had to deliver biscuits to his sister and my parents. He also had his own family to feed -- Horsefly will be expecting his sausage biscuits pretty soon and then he will retire to bed for the day.

Internet For the Masses No More...Level Up...

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My two nieces spent the night with Papa and Nana. My brother and his wife had an obligation way down in the beautiful city of New Orleans. My brother feels at home in NOLA as he graduated from Tulane.

I drove over specifically to see my nieces and say hello. Well, they were too enraptured with their iPhones and iPads to even notice me or talk much. I couldn't blame them as I would be doing the same thing when I was a kid and we had all these enticing devices and social media.

Dad was cleaning up the kitchen after a late breakfast so I went to see him. Mom was asleep in the bed.

"I would fix you a plate, but the kids and I ate it all," my father said. "Do you want me to fix you a pan of biscuits and fry some bacon?"

"I've already eaten," I told my father not wanting him to go to all that trouble.

"Pops?" I asked. "Is there any room in my budget for the 600 Mbps internet?"

"Alright Martha!" He exclaimed with a laugh.

My mother's questions for my father often are hard questions asked at inopportune times. My father said he was working on it and will make the call when he is able.

"It will only take 10 minutes and shouldn't be any trouble at all," I replied to my father. "And I will be one of the more happier men alive at this moment."

Time for Cutting Out the Middle Man...

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It will soon be 8am. The sun seemed quick to rise this morning. I have just woken up from a very fitful sleep and had me a giant glass of milk and a huge slice of that Edward's lemon meringue pie for breakfast. I let it defrost in the sink overnight. It tastes so much better at room temperature. It is also oh so sweet and oh so good -- absolutely exquisite and gluttony to the extreme. I doubt the pie will last me one day.

"Let's go through the self-checkout line," my father told me in overdrive. "I am paying for tonight."

My father was quite the busy man and was in his element last night. He has become very adept at dealing with those infernal machines. He slid $40 dollars in the money slot, got his change, and the machine spit out a receipt full of coupons.

Dad escaped me for awhile there getting the grandkids Promised Land chocolate milk. I was standing up front in the main aisle looking like a lost puppy.

"Can I help you sir?" one of the more suspicious Kroger employees asked me as he passed.

"I am just waiting on my father to get some more items," I replied kinda embarrassingly.

The groceries I got were two gallons of whole milk, chopped and sliced ham, Merita old fashioned sandwich bread, the lemon meringue pie, and two six packs of Vienna sausages. Dad also got some air fresheners on top of the large bottle of chocolate milk he purchased.

Kroger: the Continuing Saga and a Quest for Sustenance...

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My father was running rather late tonight. I almost started to call him out of worry. He arrived just short of 10pm. Maggie and I both grew excited when my father's car pulled to the curb. Maggie's greetings never grow old. It is contagions as well and I can get in the greeting spirit of things myself.

"I've got the grand kids spending the night and that is why I am so late," my father told me. "I hesitated to leave them alone with your mother as she can be aloof about such matters."

"Would you do me a big favor tonight?" I sheepishly asked my father trying not to wince in the process.

We were sitting on the couch going through the motions of the medication ritual. Earlier in the week we only spent $52 dollars because Kroger was out of almost everything I needed.

"What do you need?" my father kindly asked. "I was just thinking I needed to go get you a fast food meal tonight. I bet you are hungry. You should've got some of those Marie Calender's meals."

My father is transfixed on Marie Calendar's frozen meals.

"Can we run to Kroger to buy me some more food like a few gallons of whole milk?" I asked. "And I only additionally want some Vienna sausages for sandwiches and an Edward's lemon meringue pie."

My father was supposed to get me these items Wednesday night but forgot. I didn't press the issue because my father had to work a whole helluva lot this week. I waited until I thought was the right time to ask.

"Come on," my father replied chirpily and enthusiastically. "Let's feed and water Maggie and I want to get the grand kids some of that Promised Land chocolate milk you got all of us hooked on."

Little Boots - No Brakes

Not A Box, But a Boxter...

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One of dad's really good friends, JL, was recently diagnosed with advanced stage prostate cancer. He couldn't urinate so he went to doctor and they found what was ailing him -- an enlarged and cancer ridden prostate.. So far all treatments haven't worked very well and the prognosis remains very grim.

I have rarely seen my father cry in my life, but he did when he heard about JL's cancer.

"JL is my buddy," my father said wiping a tear or two from his eyes.

A Journey Spurred On By Friendship...

"I am going down to see JL this morning," dad told me early today about 7am. "You want to come? We'll eat breakfast at the Waffle House out by the interstate."

JL had the biggest TV I have ever seen and it was in utra high definition (4K). There was also a brand new Porsche Boxter convertible sitting in the driveway.

"JL?" you certainly have mighty good tastes when it come to electronics and automobiles."

JL smiled warmly and told me a very heartwarming thank you.

"Take the Boxster for a spin," JL very graciously told me.

The acceleration of that car can best be described as explosive and violent. You hit the gas and you were off to the races. I got to pretend that I was a rich man for the morning.

I've Never Eaten a Waffle at the Waffle House...

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"Are you getting your usual?" dad asked me after we sat down in the Waffle House.

"I am a creature of habit and I am going to order a ham and cheese omelette," I said.

Dad told the waitress that he was having what I was having.

"Ma'am? I also want an additional order of toast and bacon," I told the waitress.

Sometimes, I will be adventurous and order two cheeseburgers for an unorthodox breakfast. I am certain that my father would raise his eyebrows at that.

It didn't take but five minutes and our food was on the table -- just as fast as a fast food restaurant and it tastes incredibly so much better.

Set Destination: Kamath Medical...

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My coffee maker started beeping to alert me that a pot of Maxwell House coffee was ready. The phone also rang as I was pouring another cup of steamy, milky coffee.

"Remember your injection," my father said on the other end. "Glad to hear you up and about already."

"I will see you at the pharmacy around 9am," I told my zealous father.

I quickly ate two unfrosted strawberry pop tarts as Maggie watched on and licked her lips, drank the last of my coffee, and then took a very hot shower. Do you ever feel you can't function until you've had your morning shower? At lot of people feel the same way about coffee. I feel like a brand new man scented of Irish Spring soap and a very nice smelling green apple scented shampoo.

"It is so good to see you getting it together!" my father exclaimed as I walked into the pharmacy. "Take pride in yourself son. You are a nice looking man."

Well, at least he didn't tell me I looked and dressed like a homeless guy today. Accolades are few and far between regarding my father so I soaked up the compliment and held it dear.

The Status of Status Quo...

Kamath Medical was running like a well oiled machine as usual. Pat was handling insurance claims this morning. Lee Ann was at the helm today as receptionist and told me she would sign me in and to take a seat. Moments later, my nurse, Rebecca, poked her head out the door and told me to come on back.

"First door to the left," she said of the examining room. .

Without a doubt, this was the most painful injection than all the injections before in the 8 years I've getting this shot. I didn't tell my nurse that as it would have deeply worried her. Hot poker? Meet Andrew's derrière!

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Christina said...
I was thinking of Helen tonight. Any word on how she is? Your dad wouldn't give her that old car so she could get to work?

Helen never did return to us. I am also unsure if she got the Buick. I could just die for some of Helen's meatloaf and mac and cheese. I miss our friendship we had developed over the years as well. Helen and I enjoyed talking about most anything.

The Better Angels of Our Nature...

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I love that quote. I think Abraham Lincoln first coined it around the time of the Gettysburg Address saying we need to nurture the better angels of our nature to end the civil war and to abolish slavery.

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"Your daddy told me to cancel my dentist's appointment tomorrow since you have to get your injection at the same time," my mother told me over the phone this evening. "He says we might be putting too much upon you."

That must've have been a gargantuan, teeth gritting effort for her to do that as The Secretary doesn't miss or cancel appointments.

"I appreciate that," I replied to my mother,"I haven't been up this early and so often everyday in quite some time. I would have been fine, though."

I do have my injection in the morning and realized that's why I was feeling kind of scatterbrained and anxious tonight. It is also laborious to write this blog post with all the mistakes I am making. Dad's now headed down to the pharmacy to fill the prescription so I will be ready to go in the morning. He was off of work today.

My father also cooked supper and when I asked what he cooked he said it was a surprise. Oh, that must mean it is something I like very much. I'm hungry for some country vegetables. I just looked in the sack and my father brought me a plate full of food. I am having green beans, potato salad, creamed corn, and Cajun baked chicken breasts. He knows I enjoy spicy food. My father also put in a bag of sliced tomatoes  to eat with my meal so I could have some tomato sandwiches.

My father got busy a moment ago to participate in my medication ritual and Maggie's ritual. We further fed and watered Maggie as she anxiously look over the proceeding..

Don't Worry Maggie, Not Every One is Going to Get a Bath...

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I turned on the bathwater to get it warm before I would ingress into the shower this morning. This always freaks Maggie out and she went flying out the dog door as fast as she can muster. Maggie is so afraid she will get wet. I got dressed and sat on the couch watching The Weather Channel waiting for my mother to arrive.

Mom was supposed to be here at 8:30am to get to her rehabilitation appointment on time. I called my father wondering about her.

"She left 15 minutes ago," he told me worriedly.

Soon, mom came pulling up in front of my house crawling along at a snail's pace.

"I am feeling shaky today," mom said with the word I use often to describe my many mentally ill states. "And something is scrubbing underneath  my car."

She has borrowed that adjective shaky from me.

I looked under the car and mom has busted loose and torn the underpinning of the car below the engine. I told her is was a simple and inexpensive fix.

"We can go inside and change the appointment for tomorrow," I told her.

"Let's go ahead and get this done and I will be finished for a week," she said.

I hadn't been home from rehabilitation 30 minutes when my mother called again.

"I forgot I have to go to the dentist tomorrow," mom told me. "Will you take me?"

My father then got on the phone and then explained the situation to me. 9:00am is also my Risperdal Consta injection for my schizophrenia.

"Your mother will get her tooth fixed while you are going to get your shot I hope," my father said.

I told my father that was fine and I would take care of it.

"We're trying to keep your mother off the road!" he said.

A Family Affair...

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Papa was soon here after nine with medications and much jovial banter. We were being silly and irreverent about everything tonight.

"Now, these pills wholeheartedly increase the likelihood of whether or not I will be taking Martha to rehabilitation in the morning," I said to my father as he sat on my couch tonight looking intrigued.

He immediately began to chuckle as he handed me more pills to take out of my medication blister pack.

"See this little blue pill?" I told my father with a smile - pointing a finger at it as I held it in front of me. "That's my 'I don't give a shit' pill and makes me happy about everything."

"All these other pills are our mental fortifications from all anxiety attacks, dread, concerns, and worry," I told him. "This will allow me just to sit comfortably in the car for an hour and listen to NPR without a care in the world while mom is being rehabilitated."

"You should see your mother trying to do her exercises at home," my father said still laughing, but trying not to. "She knows she needs to do them, but they are arduous, ambiguous, and aggravating. She says they hurt. She was trying to get me to explain them to her last night. She wants an easier softer way to get through all of this."

The phone then began to loudly ring as if on cue...

I put my hand over the phone after answering it and said, "It's mother. She wants to know if I am still able to go."

My father sat on the edge of the couch listening intently to our conversation.

"Mom, I will pick you up under the portico at 8:30am in the morning," I finally told her assuaging her worries and fears. "Call me to make sure I am up."

I told my father goodnight as he was still chuckling when he walked across my front yard to his Honda.

The Cranberries - The Rebels

The Shade Tree Mechanic...

I was watching some YouTube videos about my elderly car this morning. One was how to return my cloudy headlights back to crystal clear again which I watched intently. I also needed some transmission fluid and a rear hatch windshield wiper so I headed to Advance Auto Parts early this morning.

The headlight restorer worked like a charm, but required a lot of polishing and elbow grease. Soon, I had crystal clear headlights again. I can't see good to drive at night (it ended my trucking career) and maybe that will help my vision by brightening up the road in front of me.

My transmission also needed another quart of Honda recommended transmission fluid. I looked for a leak with my flashlight, but I couldn't find one. I might just need a new transmission fluid pan gasket, though, which is a toilsome task for some other day. We'll see how things go with another quart added.

The most convoluted and aggravating thing about this morning was getting that damned demon spawned rear windshield wiper cut to the right length and attached. I said quite a few cuss words in the process. I might even said something blasphemous about baby Jesus.

Back in the Land Where the Flakes Are Frosted...

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I couldn't wait any longer. I had three bags of cereal with no milk to eat them with. I headed to the Piggly Wiggly at lunchtime.

"If you can wait, I am bringing you three gallons of whole milk Wednesday night," My father told me before I left the house.

"I am only getting one gallon to tide me over," I told my father rather cautiously.

He grumbled a little bit and finally said okay.

The gourmet chicken salad I got last night was just superb. I've already eaten two sandwiches. The egg salad I bought is also very tasty.

Sleepy House...

The day is done and we are fast approaching midnight here at Andrew's Casa. I like to fall asleep in my Laz-E-Boy and move to my bed if I wake up. I have been known to crash in that extremely comfortable recliner until the morning and dawn. Maggie knows the routines and when I go around turning off all the lights, she heads towards the bed. I will probably have to pick her up and place her on the bed tonight.

We Have Have Been Beseched with a Crappy Kroger...

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"Goddamn," my father crassly exclaimed angrily about Kroger tonight." It never fails that they are going to be out of something in need."

He went to talk to the manager on duty again. My father is not shy when it comes to voicing his opinion. I didn't get that gene from him.

"I will get you an Edward's pie and some whole milk Wednesday night when I do my and your mother's shopping," my father told me when he returned. "Let's give them time to get those items back in stock."

My father insists on us going to Kroger because they stay open so late, he is very in tune to where everything is in the store, and he likes the discounts. That way he also won't get "caught" as he calls it. If I had a choice, we would go to the Piggly Wiggly even though they are only open until 10pm. Kroger closes at 1am.

Kroger was out of three crucial and important items on my grocery list. They were out of Blue Plate mayonnaise (I am going too try Duke's mayonnaise which my ex-wife loved), whole milk, and Edward's lemon meringue pies. That is why my total tally is so low tonight. You can't buy what you can't find and what is not there.

My tally tonight without the pie and other items was $52 dollars. I got two giant bunches of bananas and creme filled chocolate coated Krispy Kreme doughnuts. I also got lots of really delicious sandwich salads like I got last week. I got gourmet chicken salad, egg salad, and gourmet pimento cheese spread. I was hoping to get some tuna salad, but alas, it was nowhere to be found.

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."

Pacific Theater Of Operations...

I've been looking everywhere online for this old and obscure PlayStation 2 game. I played the original P.T.O. II for the Sega Saturn for hours and hours with great satisfaction. The original Pacific Theater of Operations was released for the Super Nintendo.

I finally found the European version of the game and it works on my North American PlayStation 2 emulator.

I used to couldn't wait until my day off of work at the pet store so I could play this game to my heart's content for the afternoon. There might have some beer involved as well.

I Hope Old Age is Not Afflicting Maggie...

Maggie is about 8 years old now. I awoke around midnight to Maggie whining and putting up one hell of a fuss. She's become gun shy of jumping up on the bed. She will hurt herself if she is not careful.  I finally had to pick up Maggie and put her in the bed with me and she was snoring within 10 minutes. I soon followed her.

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glittermom said...

Have you tried the Burger King chili dog? I keep wanting to,just haven't yet.

Andrew Replies...

I know. They do look good, but the whopper burrito they are touting right now is just a little too far out there for me. LOL  I might just stop by Burger King and get a hotdog today. I need to eat something on grocery night or I will buy too much if I am hungry when I am going shopping.

Good Night and Sweet Dreams...

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It was 9:30pm when my father and Charlie pulled up in front of house and brought our Sunday evening meals. They were fighting and at odds with each other tonight -- they can bicker like only brothers can at times.

My mother had also called me several times to see what was going on. I could've just about eaten anything as long as it wasn't moving. Yes, it is definitely time for grocery day.

I was the proud owner of a 3pc box of fried chicken from Kentucky Fried which will be consumed with copious amounts of Louisiana style hot sauce tonight. I just have to let my medications soak in first which will be around 10:30pm. The drawback to this schedule means my fried chicken will be about cold when I can get a chance to eat it.

"I got you two orders of those potato wedges that you say are like crack," Charlie then told me laughing at my crack reference.

"They are really that good," I replied to Charlie. "You ought to get you some next week."

Dad gave me my medications as Charlie furiously cleaned my kitchen and took care of Maggie's ritual. I've come to the conclusion that Charlie just can't sit down. He always has to be doing something.

Did Alice Descend Down that Rabbit Hole? Again?

The main pitfall with my crazy meds is that they need to be taken in a timely manner. I was feeling very ill mentally tonight once it got dark and my father's and Charlie's uproarious visit. I then realized it had been well over 24 hours since my last dosages of medications were administered. My father gave them to me just as he was leaving town headed to Auburn yesterday afternoon. I just have taken today's meds and let's hope I am feeling better in an hour or two. I bet this post feels like reading just another déjà vu medication moment from my blog.

Hot Damn! It's a Hot-Dog!

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My mother called once and then immediately hung up the phone. That's our little signal for me to call her back and it assuages my phone phobias to a pretty good degree. I still jumped a little bit jarring me fully awake and my heart rate increased when the phone rang. 

"Are Sonic's foot long chili cheese dogs good?" my mother asked me over the phone.  "I am craving a hot-dog today."

"They are pretty good and the chili doesn't have beans which I like," I replied. "Do you want to go get a hot-dog?"

Mom told me yes and I replied that I would pick her up under their portico in 10 minutes. I slipped on some Nike tennis shoes and headed out the door. Maggie ran out into the backyard barking paving a way for our safe return.

"The tater tots are really good as well at Sonic," I told my mother making small-talk as I drove down busy Hwy 29.

We got a super carhop today. I tipped her four dollars. You basically have to eat these chili cheese dogs with a fork and knife.  Our server paid attention to that while she was preparing our meal and brought utensils with our meal as she walked out. She came out to our car again to make sure the meal was okay and asked us if we needed anything else. .

To drink with  my meal, I got a large cherry limeade. That's my favorite Sonic drink.

I told mom we needed to forego a chocolate shake as Papa and Charlie will be bringing our Sunday evening meal in a few hours. Mom and I were eating high on the hog today.

May the Charlie Be With You...

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It is getting close to 10am and Charlie will soon be here with our McDonald's breakfast biscuits. I anticipate a grand show of affection from the Magster as always. Charlie is running late today, though.

Charlie called me about an hour ago wanting to know what I wanted for breakfast.

"Get some orange juice if you don't mind," I told Charlie. "The orange juice at McDonald's always tastes so sweet."

"I am getting Horsefly and myself a sausage and egg McGriddle," Charlie told me. "Would you like to try one?"

"Charlie, thank you so much, but I don't feel very adventurous this morning."

Charlie replied that he would get me my usual bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits.

Let's Kneel Before the Altar and Give Thanks...

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They smugly say football is a religion in the South. I firmly and steadfastly believe it. Especially when it comes to my father, brother-in-law, and my brother. A lost game can mean surliness, ill tempers, and depression for a week. If they win, then the champagne is uncorked and flows freely.

If I had a choice, I would rather go sit on one of those hard aluminum stadium seats watching men in tights toss a ball around instead of sitting in a stuffy old church somewhere on a dusty pew.

Tonight is the first game of the season for the Auburn Tigers and there is an electric tingling in the air here in the Southland and the plains of Alabama.

Malfunction Junction...

Well, I was driving over to get my sodas when I passed dad coming the other direction from my house. I looked into my rear view mirror to see him turning around. My father had tried to administer my medications before driving to Auburn and the game. He won't be back home until after midnight tonight. I was gone and nowhere to be found. My father couldn't get my mother to answer the phone either.

"I got deeply and seriously worried about you," my father said looking relieved as I let him inside the front door. "You are always at home -- you and the Mags."

He gave me a big heartfelt bear hug and then we took my many medications.

"Welcome to the hermitage," I told my father with a laugh after the first gulp of medications were down the gullet. "Even hermits have to have a cola or two sometimes."

My father also had a sack with another McDonald's double quarter pounder with cheese inside. My favorite beau as far as hamburgers are concerned lately.

"Go get you some sunscreen at CVS," I told my father like a doting mother. "You are fair skinned like me and will be crispy and well done a few hours after tailgating without it."

Who Stole My Mojo?

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Gah, I feel like something the cat threw up twice. This is not one of my better days. I feel a bad headache coming on and I am ravishingly hungry -- trying not to eat before taking my crazy meds which were last taken 24 hours or so ago. I assume my father is going to bring my fried catfish plate when he arrives for the medication ritual. He never called me about it. Please let there not be anything good or decent on television tonight. It will hurry his arrival.

Change of Plans and A Change of Venue...

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My mother usually calls me to tell me my father is on the way with my medications. It is a very nice courtesy of hers and I try to reciprocate when I can. It takes about 5 to 10 minutes to drive to my house.

Well, mom called me tonight and said my father would arrive shortly. She saw his car pull out of the driveway headed for my humble abode.

I waited and waited and there was no Papa. Dad had gotten stuck in a crazy backed-up McDonald's drive-thru trying to get me up a little supper. He brought a double quarter pounder with cheese, a large fries, and an extra large Coke.

"I never got around to going to Roger's," my father said apologetically. "I thought I would get you your favorite hamburger."

I gave the old geezer a big hug while Maggie vied for his attention as well. Dad was still admonishing Maggie for escaping from our fence.

Something is Stirring Next Door... Hope and a Homecoming?

Some workmen were cleaning up George's carport and laundry room late today. They carried the broken laundry room door out to the side of the road to be picked up by the city and then they straitened the laundry rooms walls. George's ex-wife came and got his Dodge van and parking her dilapidated car to the side of the driveway. City utilities came and turned off the water as well until it can be fixed.

Reckless, He Is...

What a nice Merlot you have there!

Ain't gonna be no wine until it's time my friend! And now is the time.

I guess my father feels rather compelled to drink some wine today since the pharmacy is now almost closed for the weekend.  There is no danger of them calling him in on a moments notice.

I had driven over to get my six Diet Cokes for the day after a call telling him I was coming over.

"Do you want a catfish plate from Roger's late this afternoon?" my father asked with a little slur to his words.

I had inquired about what he was cooking tonight. He usually cooks supper on his day off.

He got on the floor in front of the coat closet and started to make up one of my soda care packages that is usually my mother's job. She was in the bed and we were whispering while I was over there to let sleeping beauty lie.

"As long as you let me drive, then I will be happy," I told him as furrows of frustration erupted on his brow.

I told my father that he needs to put up a sign that reads "Warning! Obnoxiously Loud Cat!" Dad's little pesky adolescent cat came walking up the steps when I said that and wanted inside.  Or rather she let herself inside.

We Must Rehabilitate, Refuel, and Regain Focus....

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"You sure you don't mind doing this?" mom asked as I sat down in the drivers seat and gathered my all my wits to drive.

It was a quarter to nine o' clock. I cranked the car and we sped away from the curb headed for a nine o' clock appointment.

"I don't mind at all. We'll go get us a brunch breakfast at the Waffle House when you are finished," I told my mother to further sweeten the pot.

It would give us something to look forward to I had hoped. We would make this an event and not a chore.

"Oh, that sounds so good!" my mother exclaimed. "I am glad you thought of that."

Mom's first rehab session took about an hour to complete. I was glad to see my mother walking out to the car finished for the day. I had been spending my idle time perusing and reading some Model Railroader and Railroad Model Craftsman magazines I had stuffed into my backpack.

"I think they might just be able to help me," my mother told me.

Mom and I both got the ham and cheese omelette platters. I ordered an extra portion of buttery toast and crispy bacon as is my custom for this meal.

I only want one extra thing," I told my mother as we drove back to my house up busy Hwy 29. "I want two Mountain Dew Baja Blast drinks from the Circle K.

We stopped at the Circle K below my house and I actually purchased three drinks which was $4 bucks and some change. When did 20oz sodas get so expensive?

My Day Begins Early...

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I woke up at 4am with every dog in the neighborhood going bat shiat crazy including my dearest busybody, the Magster. Maggie and the local dogs (the gang as I affectionately call them) aren't going to let too many shenanigans go on in the neighborhood without them noticing and they are hyper-vigilant at night. It is almost like a canine grapevine in which news passes extremely fast.

"Let's stay on up," my feeble mind told itself now fully awake with every outside light on to deter mischief. "You have a mountain of laundry to do with nothing to wear to the hospital this morning."

I've had terrible trouble with my whites being dingy even after I washed them. Mom brought me some Oxi-Clean "white revive" packets to put in my wash. We will soon see if they are worth their merit and salt.

The Breakfast of Champions...

"You will not like this so you can't have any of it," I told Maggie adamantly as she sat on the floor next to me wagging her tail vigilantly hoping for some handouts. I was eating a breakfast of pineapple rings and cottage cheese -- a nice change of pace for me which I enjoy sometimes. A man can't live on eggs and bacon alone..

For the Sake of George...

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I walked out on the back deck this morning to an even more enhanced and alarming hissing sound coming from George's water meter. You need a special t-shaped tool to turn the water on and off to the house. Alas, I don't have one of those tools.

Well, the water meter now looks as if it is going to explode -- water spraying everywhere. I am going to call the city utilities department this morning after I take mom to the hospital. I am hoping they will send out someone to cut the water off.  George is going to have a $1000 water bill himself like I did a few months ago with my water heater went kaput.

It Looks Like We Might Just Get Wet...

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She's purring like a kitten...

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Have I told you how nice it is to be back on the road with my fellow crazy drivers? I walked out to my car, turned the key, and my Honda fired to life with a mechanical whir and the sound of throaty exhaust. A big grin formed on my face.

I was thirsty this afternoon so I drove to the Circle K and purchased two 32ox Sobe Citrus drinks. They were heavenly. I savored every sip of the straw. It was nice to have the ability to drive there and the choice once again.

I also grabbed a couple of pickled sausages as well. They've gone way, way up in price. You used to could get a pickled sausage for $1.29. They now cost $1.99. That's a pretty steep hike in price and I almost didn't buy them. I certainly balked! Mr. Moneybags I am not, unfortunately.

The phone was ringing after my short little jaunt down the street. I hurried inside and answered it.

"I will pick you up at 9am in the morning," my mother told me. "Are you sure you don't mind taking me?"

Mom has to sign up for physical rehabilitation tomorrow.

"When I had my broken shoulder and arm ten years ago, you took me every time for weeks of rehabilitation," I told my mother. "Remember that? Now, it's my turn to return the favor."

My Loins Felt All Tingly...

My cable and internet company just started offering a 600 Mbps download speed for $109.99 a month. WANT! I could be nefarious and call WOW! and have it changed. I am in negotiations with my father about it to see if I can afford it with my income currently the way it is. .

"But you have a fast computer!" my father exclaimed undeterred. "You have three of them to be exact!"

I tried to explain the difference between a fast computer and a fast internet connection. Still no comprehende. I guess I should just be grateful for what I have.

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PipeTobacco said...

Sir:

Any new news on George, your neighbor? He is a good fellow too, even though he has had a hard time lately.

PipeTobacco

Pipe,

I still haven't heard anything out of George and I miss him. He had a run in with the back of his carport with the car, the police visited and now he has disappeared with several things still amiss and going awry. Yes, I do believe he is a good guy. He has been gone for weeks now. His car sits in the carport unused and his ex-wife or girlfriend comes and checks his mail every few days. Personally? I have really missed him as our vagabond routines were so alike minus the beer. He was a busy little fellow often going in and out the house all day. My best hopes are that he is in a treatment center somewhere. My worst fears tell me he is in jail and doesn't know anybody with enough money to bail him out. .

Andrew