Tuesday, November 3, 2009

"Infantryman to a changing diaper mommy"

life works in mysterious ways that seem to meet me quit frequently. Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine been the stereo-typical stay at home mom. What the fuck? I have a penis and I'm a mom.

Yep, as we speak I am a stay at home mom. Roots coming from a good kid in the beginning then graduating to a stoner with a G.E.D. My four year college degree was from the Army. Graduation was held in Mosul, Iraq for a year. Twelve received their diplomas posthumously.

Maybe one should plan their lives accordingly, but if one does that then they are going to missed out on what life has to offer for the unexpected. Take my case, after been fired from my job I discovered the best job on earth. Taking care of my daughters. Not just from a dad's point of view, but rather from a mom's point of view now. I'm honored to be experiencing it, yet I know the day will come when my kids won't need their mommy. That's not a very pleasant feeling.

My life hasn't been really planned out, just moments of life that have shape the man I am.
Infantry man to a diaper changing mommy.

Make sure that my adorable Makayla wakes up on time on a school day. I know she's clever and knows that I don't need to turn the water on for her or carry her from the bed to the bathroom, but I'm capable and willing to do that for her. I seek and find the little things that will Makayla know the undying love I have for her.

Out on the balcony on the third floor, lets me watch her from a short distance. I like to think that I'm on guard duty. As always guard duty blows, but it must be done. One never knows of the shit that might happen. Daddy can make it in five seconds or less to bus stop if need be. Down below on the bus stop, she gets to act like a regular first grader. One down, one more to go, back to bed for mom. Time is 7:30am.

I swear Miraya got a internal alarm clock. Not really fully asleep, I can hear her come into my room. It's not because I got killer hearing far from that, it's because her bunny gives her away. Cute little stuff white beat up bunny that rattles, that bunny is her blankly. Sometimes I think she shakes her bunny nice and loud for me to hear her. Miraya is greeted with a "morning baby, I love you" and I get in return a "moning daddy" I could not ask for a better wake up. Get my ass out of bed now. Time is 8:03am.

Throughout the day I see Miraya learn about life. By watching her favorite shows or just having a moment with me. We bond through the day, just by doing silly things. Reading a Dora book, but no need to really read it. Instead I talk about the scene on the pages. I do this because I want her to see what the characters looks like, and ask what colors she sees. I try to keep it as close to the story line that my imagination allows me. We might read the same book 10 times and every time it's different from the last. The only things that don't change on the book are the pink diamond, white bunny, black penguins, gray kitty, snow butterflies, frozen lake. Ice skating and finally dancing.

Time 2:50 pm. Time for mom and Miraya to get to the bus stop. Miraya gets excited about meeting her big sister at the bus stop. She greets her with a big hug as Makayla makes it out of the bus. I stand back and watch. Life is good to me. Here she comes, a full discharge of energy coming my way. Makayla moves Miraya after her hug and she charges full speed ahead, ready or not she's jumping on me for a hug.

I am the mom of the family now, and what do moms do? They join the P.T.A, and so will I.

Monday, November 2, 2009

" A blackberry moment"

Instead of listening to the wonderful sounds of nature one gets to experienced, I'm listening to the sounds of modern day life. Sitting outside my balcony, the soundtrack of nature is not there, just the sounds of machines going about one's business. The trees with its fall leaves don't scape my view, they are surrounded by concrete. I'm sure one has called it a "concrete jungle" in the past, I can agree with that statement.


The rain hitting the metal rail that entrap the balcony, instead of the fallen leaves, that have seem to covered the way of one's life, instead of covering the ground one has walked in the past. Having the pleasure to experienced all kinds of weather that have blown through my way of life. The back woods of Ft. Lewis, with it's damp, cold to the bone days that never seemed to go away from one's soul. It wasn't the back woods I grew in, that title goes to the tourism and travel slogan of the commonwealth of "Virginia is for lovers." "Thus Always to Tyrants," is what is in my pedigree. Left my footprints on two middle eastern countries. One a combat zone and the other classified as non-combat zone. Was there really a difference? It wasn't home.


Now, the moment is gone. State of mind still holding, time to read "a farewell to arms"

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Comcast sucks

The virus was the easiest thing to fix but Comcast took two weeks and some change to fix the wireless connection.

I'm back to writing, no more handicaps for this writer.

"A reach from a stranger"

That's how I came to know Manasas, she chose me to be her knight in shinny armor for that summer night. As the soon to be prince making my way out of the dance floor empty handed and with a taste of defeat that would not leave my mind. Going home lady less, can't win them all.

A sense of living, that's how I felt her hand. With in seconds of her grabbing my hand, I looked at her face and noticed her short black hair and brown eyes that told me not to let go. Then she utter from her mouth "take me with you" Not missing a beat her wish was my command. It all happened so fast that the manlike creature that held her chose not to pursue the prince and the princess, a victorious farewell.

Collected our debts and found ourselves in the parking lot. Now we were able to come to terms as to what just happened on the dance floor. The evening was a pleasant midsummer night, light breeze and soothing temperature made nightfall charged the air with amour and it entered our lungs. Words came next.

"Are you OK?" I made sure to say it with a calm voice. "Yes, thank you." Manassas, answered while staring at my eyes. Without saying a word she hugged me like a warm blanket on a winter night. With that lovely hug I felt her gracious bosom. Desire took over my hands and our enduring hug must have lasted all night long, but in reality we both knew that passion had a good gripped on us.

The conclusion was to reveal our alias to one another. I wish their was more to say about that night with Manassas but it just ended with a gentle kiss from her luscious lips.

Was I telling one a story or a memory of my past? Sounds like a fairy tale one reads from a two dollar magazine. It could be that a gentleman keeps one's morals in line. I will never tell.