Eyes Meet

Ok ok I know its been a while. Some have even found the need to point it out that I'm not following my own rules.Thanks, I appreciate that :) And because of that, we'll take a brake from the general blogging and try something new. [See what you did, lol] I changed up my scheme and added something that I started a back before blogging was even a thought.  Its actually been a long time coming on this one, and I always  knew I would want to share it, just took a lil time. But while thumbing through some of the written pages the urge hit me to finish it up. So I did and to you I present the finished product (unless of course I get the urge to add more). Enjoy....

The night darkens, as time sets in

4 hours since, half past 10

Eyes meet, looks exchanged

Thoughts of warmth, dreams of rain.

“Don’t go away, please stay tonight,

I want you here, holding me tight

I’m ready for something new,

Only happens with me and you”

Hidden meanings, in what you say

Feelings cant, be kept at bay.

Matches strike, candles glow

Gentle breezes, through a cracked window.

Somethings different, the air is sweet

Bodies freeze, our eyes meet.

Secret thoughts, of taking chances

Howling winds, with rustling branches

Devilish smiles, adds to the heat

Wanting each other, our eyes meet

Slowly walkin, taking time,

Steady smiling, wanting mine.

Clothes off, to the beat,

Slowly grindin, our eyes meet.

Wanting more, while saying less

Heels first, then your dress

Bending over dancing low,

Whinding to, the beat thats slow.

Fantasy dreams like candy sweet

Grateful for, our eyes that meet.

Hearts beating, bodies trembling

Souls searching, looking for meaning

Kissing lips, tasting sweet

While going down, our eyes still meet.

Tounging circles, relaxing minds

Gentle kisses, the fragile kinds

Shallow breaths, as tensions rise

Swirling motions, between your thighs

Numbing sensations , from head to feet

Coming back up, our eyes still meet.

Taking our time, we do what we do

I give you me, and you give me you.

Lights dim, our bodies move,

Slowly pacing to the groove.

Wanting it all, we change it up

Words used: “shit”, “damn” and “f*ck”

Hips bounce, to the beat,

Face to face, our eyes meet.

Then this way, then that way again

This pleasure that’s started, don’t want it to end

Time goes by, we reach our peak

Urges fulfilled, our eyes meet

A Soft kiss, upon your head

Saying good night, we go to bed

Eyes that meet, provide a touch

How words and actions, can mean so much.

A series of events...

Ok so this morning was supposed to be like all the other mornings. Except today came with a twist of added responsibility. Instead of 6am, the alram started buzzing at 5:30am, and as opposed to 'snoozing' until 6:15, I was up by 5:45. Why? Because for the next week I've agreed to be parent to someone who demands attention, first thing in the morning, like it or not. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I have an added responsibility for this week and his name is Buddy, he's a year and a half.

Now, as you can see, Buddy is not a human being. No opposible thumbs so that whole 'door opening, toilet flushing' option that we (humans) have is not available for him. Before you ask, no, he is not mine. I'm puppy sitting for the next week [in case its not clear in the first paragraph] and so far, so good. Buddy actually belongs to my cousin...we'll call him 'Gap'. [lmao...I know some people are laughing their asses off by now]. And while he's off frolicking on the beach with his girl and her family. Buddy's kicking it with Uncle Foots and like I said, so far, so good. This morning however, started with an alarm clock, a near incident involving a paw and my crotch, an empty water bowl, 1 work shirt, an unlatched gate, mud, an old couple, and a van. [Please try to contain yourself]

As the alarm clock sounded waking me up out of the oh so pleasant dream [no I'm not talking about 'groundhog day' {posted earlier} ] I was having. I quickly pushed the snooze button, and put my head back down. I hadn't heard any other movements, so I said "Buddy", which proved to be a mistake. Clearly he sleeps a little lighter than I do and saw this as an opportunity to let me know he was awake. Not by walking around the room [I have hardwood floors]. Not by wagging his tail against the multiple objects in the room. Not by drinking his water in gulp fulls like a saint bernard [he does this] or even barking. Oh no, THIS lil bastard took the 6 feet between his bed and mine, somehow found traction with his lil puppy feet and came at me like a charging bull. Atleast thats what I think, I really don't know, my eyes were closed. All I heard were multiple taps on the ground, a very quick pause, followed by 35 lbs of puppy on my stomach and on my legs. Fortunately, his aim isn't quite that good yet, so hs front paws landed in my stomach, and his back two on my legs. At that point, I decided it was time to get it up. Buddy agreed and in heading for the door, OOPS there goes the water bowl into the food bowl. Clearly, he had to pee.

So I let him out, but naturally, he comes back to the door immediately after I close it. So I step outside with him, boxer briefs and all. A few minutes later, he's peeing while I'm dancing beause I have to do the same thing. I turn to go in and here he comes under my legs. In stepping to avoid tripping over him, I slip in the water and fall into my papasan chair, which in turn, falls over its base and on to the ground. Apparently this action gave him the impression that it was "play time" so he took 2 laps around the room and back out the door he went, tounge hangin tail waggin the whole time. Now, the backyard is your standard townhome size, with a brick patio under the deck. My entrance is a fence and a door, with a latch. I swear I dont know how he did it but I all I hear is a latch click. I knew this wasn't good but mind you I'm still attempting to climb out of my papasan that has now fallen over. So by the time I get up, I take the fresh work shirt I had laying out for work, throw it on the ground to soak up the water, and then back out the door I go. No, I still have not gone to the bathroom!

I walk out the gate, look left, nothing, look right, nothing [I swear he has a warp drive installed somewhere ] , and then I hear it, the double tap of a car horn. I look left again and here he comes Buddy, full speed, no break. Now Gap told me he was fast and has some force, 'he knocks down No-No all the time when he's running like this', but I guess this slipped my mind. So instead of making him heal. I bend at the knee and attempt to catch him but with no success..this time however, his head, found the target he missed earlier. So at 6:05am, I've now unintentionally although rather successfully managed to find the ground, twice. Luckily it was the top of his head and not the mouth bearing puppy teeth. So now I'm going through my "ooohhh you lil shit, your gonna pay for that" routine and  here he comes again. But this time he takes his paw, and puts it on my face, I guess to symbolize he's sorry ("awww") Cute right? WRONG! His paw had mud (at least I hope it was mud) on it. So now, I've got that 'just got slapped in the nuts' feeling going on in my stomach, mud on my face, I'm still in my white boxer briefs, and oh look, here comes the 65 year old plus married couple on their morning walk, AND the hot Mom with her kids on her way to work in their minivan. Buddy sits at the entrance to the gate and smiles like it was all planned and his elaborate scheme has come together without a hitch. I say "good morning" to the old couple as they wave (and laugh, quite loud actually) while also waving hello to the family in the minivan [no surprise that she picked up speed a little bit].

As I turned to go back in the house, there was nothing I could do but look at Buddy and say, "well come on, some of us still have to pee", this time, he followed me in, slowly.  I went straight to the bathroom, relieved myself and then took a shower. By the time I came back in the room, his ass was sleep on his blanket, like HE had had a long morning. Tommorrow, definitely going to the bathroom, 1st.



Groundhog day....

This idea just hit me,  so I ran with it....

[ “I often speak through my actions, but paint pictures with words that you can close your eyes and imagine” – Paul Cain  ]

After a relatively long 2 nights I was sleep by 10pm. Started out on the couch, then somewhere between 2 and 4am I woke up and moved to the unoccupied bedroom. As soon as my head it the pillow, I was out.......

4:20am..."and when you get to talk about the greatest, I just really hope that youuu think of meee" comes blaring from the phone, my eyes open, you shift in the covers, I glance at the phone, ignore.

7am.. First the loud piercing <ping> of the message notifier. Then comes the Drake/Young Jeezy ringtone again. This time however, I answer. Its Chocolate Giddy Up (CGU). "Yeah…10 minutes?...bet". I hang up, sit up, stretch, then turn to my right and kiss her on the forehead. Almost tripping over towels while heading out the room, I pick them up asking myself…”how’d these get here?”. I shake it off and continue about my business.

7:45am…"aight man, you get the bikes off, I'll check the gear"...'got it'...  Ipods? Check! Camel backs? [ thats a backpack, that holds water in it ]  Check! Gloves? Check! Helmets? Check! Shoes? ”Damn”...'man are u serious?', "nah i'm kidding” [CGU, hates this lol]. Check! 'Aight man...the usual route, then we’ll head towards Chevy Chase, try to keep up'..."got it, see you on capitol hill ".

8:10am… while crossing in front of the Lincoln memorial, I look to the left and see the capital, the Washington monument, Vietnam memorial, and then the reflecting pool that’s under construction. All against a back drop of a mostly risen sun. Beautiful sight...I keep pedaling while also making sure to smile at the 2 females who are snapping pics of who appears to be their mother posing for a pic. They smile back, I keep it movin.

1:45pm…45.8 miles later. "Good ride man"...'yup stopping for the usual brew?'..."nah, gotta get back"...'ohh now someone gotta get back? We always grab brews'..."yea, you right aight 1 small pitcher"..'each'..."yea"

3pm…“hello…hey baby I'm on my way back now"...'i need frosting'..."ok" she's always baking something.

3:35pm…halfway to the door I realize the frostings’ still in the car. [ Thats what happens when you try to do 3 things at once ]

3:40pm…I open the door…"hey I got the frosting you requested. But since there wasn’t a specific kind I got….hello?”. I hear the shower running and proceed upstairs. Before I reach the top step, my shirt is sliding down the banister. I round the corner, kick off my shoes, then step across the wood flooring and through the common area that separates the bedrooms.

3:42pm…Stepping into the room I loosen the draw string of my shorts and by the time I reach the bathroom door, I'm stepping out of them. Seconds later I pull the curtain back to reveal you showering. I smile, “Fancy meeting you here” and step in. 'Yea, I like to be seen here from time to time’ is your reply, followed by a smile. We lean in to kiss. ‘Good ride?’ you ask as you turn back to face towards the water…”yea it was, saw a beautiful site”...you reply ’what’d she look like?’ without looking back…”ha, ha, ha (I softly kiss your neck) not that type of site, besides it pales in comparison to what I’m seeing in front of me right now” (I cock my head to the left and focus in on your butt)…’ah huh, a likely response (as you turn back around to face me, water now hitting your back)’…you look up at me with those beautiful eyes. The soapy loofa that you’re holding begins to wonder around my waist region. You bite your lower lip while looking up at me as if you’re up to something. I rise. You say ‘such a dirty boy’ and remove yourself from the shower.

4pm...Minutes after your abrupt departure from the shower [not cool by the way]  I come out of the bathroom to find you sitting wrapped in a towel on the bed, hair dripping, flipping through your ipod. “So what’s the plan for the rest of the day?” I ask. ‘I just planned on laying here for a while’ is your reply…”with or without the towel, I don’t want my blanket getting wet” (I smile)…you pause, stand, and say ‘if you think about it, it really won’t matter because either way, blankets and sheets would still get wet’. then you stand up, drop the towel you were once wrapped in and start to make your way by me (as if your leaving the room), “Oh really” but before you can make it past me, I have you in my arms….’well, that was the plan’… we kiss, then I gently bite (then suck) your lower lip. You remove the towel from your hair and say…’good plan huh?’. I respond ”Absolutely” as you drop the towel and we move towards the bed. At that point time seemed to stop as we began to make love.

4:20am..."and when you get to talk abt the greatest, I just really hope that youuu think of meee" comes blaring from the phone, my eyes open, you shift in the covers, I glance at the phone, pause....ignore.

7am... First the loud piercing <ping> of the message notifier. Then, again comes the Drake/Young Jeezy ringtone. This time, I answer. Its Chocolate Giddy Up (CGU). "Yeah…10 minutes?...bet". I hang up, sit up, stretch, then turn to my right and kiss her forehead. Almost tripping over towels while heading out the room, I pick them up asking myself…”how’d these get here?” I shake it off and continue about my business..

If this is groundhog day, sign me up.

The Pandemic

If anyone hasn't noticed, there's been a bad drug going around not just the country, but the globe. Spreading at such a fast rate that, its practically a Pandemic. The drug can be found in all areas of the world, and purchased from all different types of people (big people, small people, even medium sized people) lol. Its becoming a growing addiction by the day, and its slowly trickling down to the younger generations at record speed. As parents, all you can do is hope your children head your words of caution or atleast get your approval before obtaining their first "taste". Eventually, if they (your children) want it, then they'll get it when they're of legal age. Unfortunately, some parents find out in the wrong way or at the wrong time, but have no choice but to live with it. Its socially accepted by the masses and is even bolstered in magazines and on TV. To obtain this drug you simply need to find the supplier ( or a trusted ' up and comer ' ), tell em what you kind you want, flash some ID [in most places] and boom " There ya go " .

I myself was subjected to it at a young age. When I showed interest trying this, my mom "advised" me against it and "suggested" I didn't try it... ever [meaning she told me not to do it, lol] But as I grew, I became friends with addicts of this drug. Some where teammates, some were friends, some were male, some were females [obviously].... Peer pressure's a bitch sometimes (this I know), but this was a decision I made. However before my first "taste", I waited and did some research to figure out exactly what kind of "fix" I needed. After the first hit, I was hooked.... like Pookie in New Jack City ("yo it just keep callin me and callin me")  lol. Ok, well maybe not quite like that, but I do know that slowly, my own addiction is growing. And truth be told, its 1 I won't be seeking any type of rehab treatment for....its running through my veins, and its in my skin. I, along with millions and millions of people am infected with this socially accepted Pandemic. I'm infected with Ink.

I've had my ink since fall of 2005. I'm actually kind of shocked I didn't get it while in college but seeing as though I was giving mom enough to worry about then (you know, the parental worries of "college life"  ) kinda glad I didn't. Because most likely I'd have probably gotten something I regret. Fast forward to today, 8.19.11, and I have a total of 6 " ink spots " [for those who aren't keeping up, I'm talkin about tattoos] and like I said, I'm getting more. :)

Lets see, no better place to start than at the beginning.

Chapter 1 (2005) "My Guardian Angel". I have a broad wing Angel in the middle of my back with the words "When you Cry I Cry" across the top, and "When you Smile I Smile" along the bottom. The entire design has several meanings. The angel is for all my fallen relatives that I know are still watching over me. It also reminds me that like those who have passed on, I will ultimately be watching down over others on day. So these are my " beginners wings ". The real ones come later, [ its a simple fact of life] . The words remind me that I am never alone. Regardless of what kind of bullshit that I go through that makes me upset, or the pleasantries in life that make me happy. Those looking down on me, are doing the same thing. Its something I'm defintely going to teach my lil brother, my godsons, and my own children (someday). When I originally compiled the design, I actually wanted the wings to stretch up and down my entire back. I've seen it on some people and it looks tight. But after looking at it, I realize that had I gotten those broad wings, I wouldn't be able able to add additional content. It needs to get touched up a bit, but I'm proud of it. Got it done at Ally Cat Tattoo, by Cat, took 3.5 hours, didn't hurt at all. I wanted on my back for 2 reasons actually, 1) angel wings, back, duh! 2) out of sight from those who didn't need to see at first (oops :) )

Chapter 2 (2007) "Mom's Message":  On my upper right arm, I have the message my mom has conveyed time and time again. No its not, "if your rocket takes off, make sure its covered"  (althought that was used often in high school ) lol its "Everything happens for a reason". These words are written along the top and bottom of cross (with a halo) with angel wings coming off the back. The idea to get this one came several days after my back healed. Clipp said they were "addicting". lol Got this one done at Ally Cat Tattoo as well. Eric did this one. Took 2 hours. About time to touch up the lettering.

  

Chapter 3 (2008) : "The learned message"

I made the decision to get the upper portion of my left inked at the same time I made the decision to get my right. When I got 'Moms message' the notion came during a time when some things weren't going the way I pictured. The words in  "the learned message" came when things were shaping up. Together the phrases match up. The learned message is that "The answers will come". So together, "Everything happens for a reason, and the answers will come". Its 1 of the many quotes I live by. the "learned message" portion of the phrase reminds me that I can't go looking for the answers, per say. They'll present themselves.

Chapter 4 (2011): "The Comedy and Tragedy of Karma"

Well hmm..how do I put this...I believe in the entire cycle of cause and effect. Sometimes shit comes full circle, and well it did. This ink reminds me of it. [All my ink reminds me of the instances in which I chose to get them.] Its true that whatever happens in darkness, eventually comes out in the light. Not getting into that but its also true that "without bad, there will never be good" . And without bad Karma, there will never be good Karma. I'm tired of putting myself in the position for the bad. Time to make some good. The words are written on a banner that goes around and through both mouths of the Comedy/Tragedy masks. While one face is frowning at the bad, the other face is smiling at the good, and vice versa. "Karma" is scripted along side.  My homeboy Carter of Inkognito did it. I found the image online and tweaked it to my liking. Carter cised it up from there. (Shout outs to Carter, we gotta set up another appt homey) Its one of my favorites. Sitting on the right side of my chest. Took about 2.5 hours. Clear and concise.

Chapter 5 (2011): "Leo"

For the last few years my friends and I have travelled down to Memphis for the Beale St. Music Festival. Always rains, NEVER a bad time. Some hilarious stories and crazy events but ALWAYS a good time, and GREAT music. I'll talk more about Memphis later on, but this last year Choc Giddy Up (CGU) and I have  been positively infected with the idea of adding more ink. This is where you can say things have gone into overdrive. CGU had an idea of what he wanted, and 3 weeks after he got his 2 inkspots (both within a week of each other) we were planning on adding a trip to a Nashville ink shop to the activity list. And hey, why not, we stop in Nashville every year anyway. I originally wanted to get the my sign [I'm a leo if it hasn't sunk in yet] around most of my back. But it wasn't in the cards financially and not getting it that way has again, provided me with more space for additonal ink. So I opted for the Leo sign with a sunburst pattern around it. Its on the upper right portion of my back. And this is only the beginning for what I have planned for my entire back.  :)

Chapter 6 (2011): "Deathly Hallow"

"Hi my name is Foots, and I'm into Harry Potter" No this isn't a line, but I suppose it could be? lol Its true though, I'm into the books about the boy who grew to defeat the most powerful wizard ever. I started reading the series while at work one day, it was actually book 4, somewhere in the middle. But it passed the down time we (always) had and I quickly grew to like it. So before the book ended I stopped and went on vacation. While in Florida, (on spring break nontheless) , I had flu like symptoms for the 1st 3 days. Fortunately Speed Racers mom lived close and allowed me to stay there and get better. To my surprise his lil younger brothers were reading the series too. So if you were to ask me what it was that  I did on Spring Break for my Sophmore year of college. I read Harry Potter for 3 days. After that I was hooked. I've read all the books, seen (and have) all the movies. A couple weeks ago M&M came into town. We were discussing the possibility of getting ink, and while I hadn't originally planned it, I started picking up magazines to get some more ides. I have a piece that I'm defintely getting before the New Year, but its not quite finished yet so I put that one on hold. M&M and I were looking to convince Mother Goose into getting one, and of course CGU was immediately up for it. So we started looking at ideas, and low and behold Mother Goose pulls up the "fuck yea tatto site ( fyeahtattoos.com ) . I saw some HP tats and thought about what my favorite portion of the book is and if any of the spells had some kind underlying meaning. Of course " I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" fits... And if you know the book, you know  about the "merauders map". So thats what I have...thanks to the steller research of Tater, I have a small parchment piece of the merauders map with the words written on it. The best part is Chrissy (of Exposed Tattoo) damn near flipped in excitement over the idea up and added footprints like the actual map (which is tight as hell when your nickname is 'Foots') and the sign for the 'Deathly Hallows'. Shit looks DOPE! Got it on my calf. Took 2 hours.

So those are the 6 chapters, but like I said, the story will continue. I like symmetry so my ink has to be level. Left calf done, right calf will get done. Both upper portions of my arms are done, thinking about biceps ink. The left side of my chest is reserved for further down the line so I'm going to start adding to my back and both rib cages. I keep it professional though, so you wont see anything past my shirt sleeves. At least not right now, you never know though, ink is a sickness. ;)  

A glance at Weds and Thurs

Ok so the last 2 days have been spent attempting to come up with something catchy to follow up  ' Breakfast of Champions '. Which, I must say drew quite the response. All positive, [thanks] and even one comment from M&M about how they thought it was a little ..." tame " .... lol, perhaps your right , but I can't control it , it was a dream , and I was sleep lol. We all know I'm fully capable of being graphic. No secret that I'm a freak. [well its no "secret" now, lol]. Oh and Mother Goose, no word from Special K on her thoughts. I'll prolly get a call from her once she reads it though. LMAO.

Anyway, I have 4 pending posts that are decent in content, but in no way near completion . Your probably saying "well post them then"... umm no. Had you have been paying attention , you'll see tha I am not done with them yet. I've got some additional content to add . I know , I know , its not really blogging if its not off the cuff [thats slang for " off the top of the head "]. I understand this, but you need to also understand that I'm not like most. So shutup. lol

Wednesdays at work are typically boring, but when they're filled with he/she said drama, it can grow to be frustrating ... and quick . Let me just put this out there now , I'm not a fan of people talking shit . About me, or about anyone I know.  And yes I know I talk alot of shit myself , but its not about a specific person , usually its about a specific team . I'm an athlete so when I talk shit, its for an ' athletic advantage ' , plus a good verbal battle  on the court , field , ice, or while watching sports never hurt anyone [cept that 1 guy who talked wayyy to much and got checked] . Basically its ok to talk shit about sports, but not to talk shit on people . And thats what I had to deal with. Well , I haven't " deal t" with it as of yet , but I was priveldged with some information that put a bad taste in my mouth. Why ? Because it was about a good friend of mine . Couple that with the fact the friend was a female and it grows more frustrating. I'm not a fan of females being talked down to, or about . Its how I was raised . So when I hear people talkin sh*t on someone I know fairly well , then I have a problem with that. I'm not gonna get much into it, but at this point, its " hear say " and I'm going back and forth on whether to address it or not . I don't know , I'll figure it out ... eventually .  So that made the day drag by , so immediately after leaving , it was off to the barber shop [gotta keep the fresh shape].

As soon as I left I got on the phone with 1 of the " twins " and interestingly enough , my mood changed [amzing what real conversation can do sometimes] .  I'll speak more on my VIP barbers later but they all cool people . I just can't go there without being there atleast an hour and a half , lol .  Stopped and saw Mother Goose , Bullhorn , Damian (lol) and the pups then moved on to see Papa , Mama and Lil Bea r. I swear Bear is part fish , all water , all the time . Swims FAST when completely underwater and is no stranger to the diving board . Oh and might I point out , he's only 5 [you'll hear alot about him] . So after swimming with him for the " 15 minutes " that turned into an hour , I went home had a rather funny conversation with Bobby Ray then sat down to post something and while watching the ' A - Team ' for the 4th time in 2 weeks , [there's nothing on TV lately] . Admittingly , I got into the part where they break Murdock out of the hospital and and he's flying the helicopter erradically but pretty cool . And again later when BA and Murdock are going back and forth about how BA is an Airborne Ranger with , " 83 successfull jumps , and 1 helicopter ride with him, ruined it ... an Airborne Ranger with a fear of flying ... like a punk " lol. Makes me laugh every time. Minutes later , I was sleep. No surprise there right Mother Goose, BullHorn, Chocolate Giddy Up (CGU) ? lol

Yesterday I woke up upset with myself . Because A) I didn't keep up with my " daily blog " routine 3 days in , and B) because I had a bit of a crazier dream. I wont say much about it now, but it involved several people , tattoos , a bank robbery , and skydiving . Imagine my surprise when I turned on the TV for some morning background noise and 'Point Break' is on. lol. Odd right? Well my dream was a bit different though , I'll get into it later though :)

Other highlights in the day consisted of an unexpected , tho much needed call from a friend on house arrest. [ Don't ask ]  To which I say this...."thanks for calling back ... jerk" lol. Apparently, 1 of the twins is hard at work with setting a brother up. lol Funny, and appreciated. All in all, the day went by pretty fast, no work dram until right about 4pm, and since I'm off at 4, it'll get dealt with today (oh yayyy <-- this is sarcasm) . The night, started out great, Eagles on TV and some good company. Thank God for preseason games because my birds looked like some shit. And I was promptly notifed about it via FB, [thanks Tater ... ass!]. Oh well , you have to lose in preseason play, in order to go undefeated in regular season :) plus, we needed to find our week spots. Thanks to Big Ben and the Steelers for pointing them out. Oddly the game didn't even have that much of an effect. Thanks to the fellow Eagles fan that shared vieweing the game [nickname pending :)]

Which brings us today, looking forward to 12 o'clock. Already the wRight kinda day.

Breakfast of Champions

Well kids, let's visit one end of the spectrum before we go to the other. Enjoy!

You know what sucks...Rolling over in the morning to an empty bed . The spot where you use to be still imprinted with your figure, and the slight smell of the perfume you always wear . Sitting up, wiping the 'sleepies' out my eye , I notice the decorative pillows that (we generally have a place for) are laid all around the room . Obviously it was a little warm last night as the comforter is flipped over the end of the bed . After unwrapping my mummified self from the sheet , and practically falling in the process , I step sideways to balance myself and "Oww shit" . It appears my keys are in the pockets of the jeans I just stepped on . So now...awake... I head into the bathroom for the customary "morning relief" . Minutes later , emerging from the bathroom with a toothbrush , I figure its time to put something on . In reaching for my briefs , I cant help but notice the purple lace vicky secret bra hanging on the lamp . I smirk and stretch... looking up I notice the matching purple lace boy shorts hanging from the globe of the ceiling fan . I smirk again , saying , 'so thats where they ended up' . At this point I begin surveying the room more closely in an effort to piece last night together .

Aside from the 2 pillows on the bed , the other 4 are all over the room , I notice a trail of clothes . Its no surprise that socks appear to be the last article of clothing that came off as they're at the foot of the bed . My undershorts beside the dresser that your skirt is sitting on . "Damn she looked fantastic in that skirt" I recall . I look over and something resembling the brand new 5 button top you just couldnt help but buy is sandwiched in the chair seat cushions . Looking closer though , the 5 button top is actually missing 3 , and the the color from the chair fabric is visible on the wall . Glimpses of me ripping it off enter my mind , followed by the time we spent in the chair :) Once again , I smirk, telling myself 'gotta remember to swing by Macy's and buy her a new top , oh and some touch up paint from Lowes...  Speaking of which , where is she?' And then I hear a glass break . From the sounds of it , its the wine glass that was left on the corner of the island before we left last night . Its all starting to come back to me now . I make my way downstairs and before reaching the stair landing , I smell bacon , waffle mix and blueberry muffins . Clearly , someones been up for a while . Before reaching the bottom step , I see you , wearing your favorite jersey , slightly frustrated , hair up , and saying or singing something to yourself . Your behind the marble top island , sweeping , preparing to kneel down . Seconds later you rise up and come from behind the counter to reveal the that your wearing your knee high soccer socks . ( Love those damn socks ) You see me and smile as if the sun just came out on the darkest of days and say 'goodmorning baby' then skip towards me before leaning in for a kiss . I respond , 'goodmorning gorgeous' and kiss you back.

I say ' up early huh? ' . You respond with ' i like taking care of my baby , especially after performances like last night , we should drink wine more often ' then smile..." You werent so bad yourself , do you need any help "...' no , no " help " needed ... but i could always use " something " else ' and again u smile. ' R u thirsty? '..." Orang juice "...' with champagne? '... " We have some? "...' Yup, I went to the store '..." dressed like that? "...' U have a problem with the way I'm dressed? '..." Not at all, and I'm sure no one else did either , u in high knee socks and a jersey in the grocery store at 9am I'm sure is a pleasant site . Shit , u in anything , or nothing :) is always a pleasant site "...you smile...' I didnt go like this , ass , my sweats are on the couch '. You then turn to walk away and drop a fork. ' you think I'd walk around the grocery store with just a jersey and no underwear ' . At this point you bend over to reveal your bare butt, clearly whatever it was dropped was on purpose. As I lean off the side of the chair to get a better look at your backside . You ask , ' you like what you see? ' as you turn to see me fallin out of the chair . " Always " is my response as I sit back in my chair and you walk back to the table with 1 plate, 2 forks, and 2 mimosa's..." well , maybe not that jersey but "... ' hey , you shutup abt my team ' while looking at me sternly. Before you sit , we catch each others eye , and for a brief moment , every thing stops . Then as if we could read each others mind we immediately begin kissing , I pull you closer and on top of me . You straddle me in the chair and in between long kisses you say ' something told me to get cereal '...then off comes the jersey exposing your beautiful body , ur high knee soccer socks still on, down go my shorts and then briefs and with you still straddling me I pick you up and away from the table we go . Moments later , we're treating the living room and kitchen as if they were third and fourth bedrooms only meant for 1 type of bedroom behavior . An hour later ,  we're laying together on the floor under a throw blanket only meant for one. You rise , go to the kitchen table , and come back with the plate. You tell me to " wait a second " , then back to the table you go to get the mimosa's , then again u say " wait " ( as if I'm a puppy learning a new trick ) and go towards the kitchen. Seconds later you return with a bowl of Captain Crunch Crunch Berries and give it to me while you take the plate back. You then lean in, kiss me, and say, 'hmm...breakfast of champions...'

Sounds pretty good right? Well the sucky part is at that very moment, the alarm went off and there I was... alone in a bed, pillows every where, blanket on the floor and a box of Captain Crunch Crunch Berries on the desk. Might as well have a bowl...

Enjoy the words I write...or not....either way, they're mine.

OK so as you may or may not know. I'm new to this blogging thing. So jumping into things right from the gate is going to be a little tough. But of course with all new things, the beginning is always rough. I'm not gonna leave it alone though, stick with it until it becomes a habit right? Right. So yea I think I'll like this blog stuff better after a few weeks, right now it all seems too brand new. I mean instead of writing things on paper (only for me to see) I'm now writing them, well for all to see. Or atleast all that choose to read this. Which, when I think about it can be a bit of a shock. Because of course everyone has their own opinions...I've heard them and I've read them. And though I may not necessarily be a fan of what I've heard (or read), I can't exactly be mad at the opinions of others. But the fact remains that sometimes I get a lil aggitated, irritated, or frustrated with the way things are going on. Not just things in the world.. but things in my world. So this is where I'll express my "like" or "dislike". One things for sure though, I'm a lil tired of biting my tounge.

Now, for those reading this, wondering, if ole "Foots" is going to start name dropping or pulling cards. The answer is no, I'm not hear to call you or anyone else out. I'll be indirect about alot of sh*t, call signs (or nicknames) will be predominately used. For those without nicknames, you'll get one. For those already with nicknames, you may get a new one (depending on my mood, lol). If you don't like your nickname, well then stop reading. I'm not here to appease the masses, nor am I here to make sure a smile stays on your face while reading MY blog. Please don't come calling me and asking who is who, and what is what. If you think it relates to something I've actually talked to you about, well then it might. But then again, it might not, you never know :) .

For those of you who know me and know me well, listen up. Good comments about the content of the writing are always accepted. Comments about what I write, or how you feel after I write, will be acknowledged but please don't start airing personal drama/beefs or what have you. Thats how sh*t gets started, and I think I'll prolly be starting enough on my own, feel me?

If I need to add a disclaimer talkin about "the content and personal views of this blog are the sole thoughts and ideas of the writer, blah, blah, blah" I will. Or I'll just blog about it, defy my own rules (and name drop), then promptly embarrass the hell out of you. One thing you'll find is that I'm good with words (and long winded). Same thing goes for the content, there may be times, where I instead of keeping PG, I go for the R rating...shit, there very well may be a time (or 2, or 3) when things get X rated...actually no, there will be times when I go X rated. But only for descriptive purposes (no names will be dropped). I told you I'm not biting my tounge. Most of the time I use profanity in moderation (keyword: mostly). Basically what I'm saying is don't go letting those too young read what they shouldn't be reading.

Lastly, for you assholes who may (or may not) have something against me, and feel like this would be the perfect place to make that sh*t known. I invite you try your best. Just know sh*t comes back full circle and karma is a bitch. Like I said, I won't name drop on you, so long as you dont name drop on me. The rules go out the window and the gloves come off if that shit happens.

More to come as things progress. Stay tuned, sit tight. Real talk in a cluttered mess. 100% dark, and light.

Be warned (The DisClaimer).

As I am new to the blogging scene, please let it be known that this is a blog created by me... for me. Not you. If you do not like what you read, well then I strongly suggest you close the page and therefore stop reading. I write about what I want to write about, if you have a problem with it. Well then that would be the part where you exit out the page. If you have a problem with the way I talk, close the page. Nicknames will be given but real names will never be told. Please don't assume, what you don't know. I repeat, please don't assume, what you don't know. Because while you may think you know, you probably dont have a clue. Some may indeed know exactly who, or what,  I'm talkin about at any given time.Chances are if you know that, then I've prolly spoke with you about it anyway. So keep whats between us between us. Although that should go without saying....stay tuned for more...I solemnly swear I'm up to no good