We used to have bunk beds. But not directly underneath each other. Our beds formed a giant "T" and I was on top. In the middle of the night I'd jump down. He was already awake. We had to check.
"Did Santa come yet?"

Operation Catch The Fat Man was in effect. But the thing is, we didn't want to see Santa. We wanted to see a tree nearly toppled over with presents. So we'd crawl out the room commando-style, on our elbows. Then climbed down the stairs, headfirst, on our hands. A year never went by that we didn't make at least two failed search and rescue mission attempts. But when we finally found success, when the present finally spilled out into the living room floor and I swear our heart simultaneously skipped a beat, we'd slide down the stairs in what was now a stealth mission. We'd touch the boxes, shake them, put our ears to them. We'd try to figure out if there was a way that we could open at least one of them without destroying the wrapping paper. Then we'd hear a noise in the kitchen and vanish like ninjas.
Santa's not catching us red-handed. HA!

Then we're back in the bed speculating on the contents of the boxes. And of course we'd have to discuss how long we needed to wait before we woke our parents up. Had to figure out the balance between being present-thirsty children and developing an ulcer from the wait. Sunrise was the deadline.

Once everyone got up there was more waiting. We had to attempt to not look like savages. But once the first piece of paper was torn, there was a roar, more tearing, a hug, a cry, a kiss, more tearing. A blur of too little boys racing around. More tearing. Then all the paper was gone. And we'd be dressed in brand new clothes and in our rooms playing video games and waiting for the first piece of ham to get cut.

Thanks Mom. Oops I mean... Santa... right Santa.


Suddenly it's Day Number 365. Happy Birthday Mom. I'm not into resolutions. Everyday should be the start of a resolution. You should try to make yourself better everyday. Not pick a day to start being the person that you want to be. With a 365-day deadline to accomplish those goals. It's failure waiting to happen. Gotta say that 2008 was interesting to say the very least. Gained friends. Lost friends. Found myself. Lost myself. Then found myself again. So thank you God for allow me another year to get it right.


Randomness....

My 1st Song by Jay-Z. Love that song. ... Treat my first like my last and my last like my first. .... Snow is fun to watch. I'm good on the snowballs fights though. ... How I look being a grown ass man getting blasted in the face with the frozen ball of snow. ... I had like three weeks with no text messaging and as much as I feel like I should be pissed off about that it was pretty liberating. Well, except for the $184 phone bill that arrived because people call you when they see you're not responding to texts. .... Funny how snow, like everything else, is flawless and perfect unless Man fucks it up. .... Apparently I have a room full of issues that I keep to myself and one of my best friends says that it's an asthma attack waiting to happen. ... No, I don't have asthma. But we get the point. ... It'a aight. I got a room that's only for him. .... I think Gym is gonna divorce me. She's filing on ground of spousal neglect. I can't blame her. .... I've been cheating with Ms. Procrastination. I hate that bitch. I really do. But I can't leave her alone and she refuses to leave me alone. ... I cried for the first time in years the other night. ... Same night I laughed my ass off. ... Knicks still suck balls. But their not unbearable to watch anymore and I'm still going to watch every game I can. ... Speaking of which Carmelo got biz in the fourth quarter Sunday and the follow-up Donte Jones caught looked like he gave one dude in the nose-bleed seats a high-five before he dunked it. ... Holidays are fun for kids. The fun part for the adults should be making it fun for the kids. ... I can't stop listening to 808 and Heartbreak. ... Maybe that's why I feel depressed sometimes. ... Two weeks without blogging made some people mad at me. ... Don't worry it made me mad at myself. .... It's funny that I start these blogs having no idea what I'm going to write. ... Then I end up with long ass blogs like this one. .... I actually asked someone to "step outside" the other day. I never thought I'd actually do that. Normally, I'd just smack them in the face. Guess I'm maturing. .... I'm probably the most affectionate person you know. ... It's funny how I wrote a blog about Christmas morning on New Year's Eve. .... Oh well, it's my blog. ... Let me know. Do I still go time to grow. Things ain't always set in stone. Let me know. Let me know. .... The only thing I know for sure about next year is that it will be 2009. I don't like it that way but that's the way life is. .... If my biggest worry is not knowing what's going to happen tomorrow then I'm doing just fine. I'm just happy that tomorrow is a possibility. ..... I love me. You should too.

C