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Wednesday, 4 August 2010

Day 157: “Would you like a 1943 John Deere Model L seat with your broccoli sir?”

Wee 23:  Eat 5 oz of lean protein each day this week.

Good morning. Man, when my sister dedicated her e-book to me, it was like being knighted. Thanks Carol, I’ll never be able to express in words how much that means to me. All I can say is I love you and I am soooooooo proud of you.
Luke and I are taking Mom out to eat this afternoon. She like’s Cracker Barrel and I think their food is pretty good, but the decor kind of freaks me out. I think to myself every time I’m there, “Holy carp if a tornado hits while I’m in this joint, I don’t stand a chance.” I mean come on, they have more sharp and pointy farming tools on their walls than an actual farmer. What an awful thought, but my head goes to the weird dark side every once in a while in a dark comedy way. Think about the headlines, “Man goes in to fill stomach gets mowed down by 1924 corn shucker.” To me that’s funny. I apologize to anyone that finds it in bad taste or has suffered loss because of Mother Nature. But a 14 foot grim reaper scythe hanging over my head creeps me out when I’m trying to enjoy some rainbow trout and grits.
I’ve been feeling a lot better mentally lately, if you can’t tell. I’m getting my ZIP and my ZAP are back, and I’m really glad about it. I hate when I don’t feel like myself. Not to sound too narcissistic but I really enjoy being the healthy me that I am.
I hope everybody has a non farm implemented accidental restaurant decoration day. (I don’t even think that makes sense Barry.)
Later,
Barry J

Sunday, 18 April 2010

Day 49: How many pairs of socks do you really need?

Week 7:  Eat 1/2 cup broccoli each day this week.

Barry J.

Good morning. Luke and I woke up from a peaceful night’s sleep and had a delicious breakfast of mixed berries and oatmeal. We were going to go for a walk but decided against it when we found out it was once again chilly out. Ahh, April weather. So unpredictable.  To be honest with you, I really think it should be raining more than it has been. You know what they say, April showers bring May flowers, and if that’s the case May will be flowerless. But then again we still have plenty of days left in this month. I predict some good old fashioned soakers on the horizon.
You know how I told you my Mom brings something every time she stops by. Well she didn’t bring the stomach virus that tore her up on her birthday, thank goodness, but about two weeks ago she brought over a plastic grocery bag full of used black socks. It seems that Larry, my Mom’s husband who is a great guy, decided to clean out his sock drawer. First of all, I didn’t know that people had a sock drawer. I have an underwear drawer which consists of everything that goes under my outerwear, so hence the name underwear. I have about six pair of socks, five white t-shirts and seven pair of boxer shorts. I know this might be more information than you want to know or even care about, but I’m getting to a point so stick with me please. So now I have this bag of about twenty pair of black socks sitting on my dresser. You know what –  hold on, I’m going to count exactly how many pair of used black socks I have.Twenty-three! I don’t want to sound ungrateful and I probably am coming off that way, but yesterday she stopped by my apartment while Luke and I were at the birthday party and left another bag full of gray socks this time. I just counted them - eighteen pairs. Now one of two things are going to happen. One being Luke and I are going to start a baseball team called the Fit School GETnFIT, because we already have enough socks to dress both home and away teams twice. Or two, Squirrel man and Broccoli Boy are suiting up today and dropping off a package at the Salvation Army. It’s a little late in the season to be starting a baseball team, but there’s always next year. I think option number two is the way the socks will tumble.
I hope everybody out there has a great day and cleans out their sock drawers and gives them away to somebody who needs them.
Later,
Barry J.