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Is your pillow soft, your covers nice and warm?

Chicken soup for the soul, your heart for a song

I think about you, all warm in bed,

bad cough, stuffy nose,

that ache in your head.

Like a champion u keep running, taking it in stride

But being alone must make you tired.

So ring your little bell

for a freshly fluffed pillow

Im here not far,

Wishing you better

Warm lemon tea, a compress

for your head. Your TV remote

and laptop by the bed.  I’m here and not

far but away from u still,

Wishing u better

never sick, never ill.

Get better soon my friend

Can’t even stay mad at u. That bothers me. U hurt me and all I can do is bleed.  Why?……..its not just u. And THIS is not me.  It’s basically Your ESSENCE that over powers me……….Had me up late nights checking for messages.  Ur love warms and pains me. Ur words shoot through me and drain me ……of my life’s force.  And u don’t even know it.  So u hold my heart in your hand, feel the pulse of life and throw it like a foot-baller in the last two minuets of the championship game.

The love feels good. But that’s not enough. What if i lov u and u fumble the ball? Ur good at this game, better than me. A gr8 quarterback, but i don’t trust Ur receiver.  #fumbles.  

What are the odds he would ask me to write a story centered around the word sacrifice?  He could have picked any word. Love, Hate, joy, sex even. But he picked THE word that resonates so closely associated with my life.  Not because I sacrificed, but because sacrifices were made for me.  Sacrifices  that I did not come to appreciate until much later in life.  As children, we all suffer from a sort of narcissism.  In between our play dates and report cards we manage to be just selfish enough to think that every adults life revolves around us.  It gets worse as we become teenagers.  By then we feel we know everything there is to know about life so there really is not much more anyone can add.  But real life made me  realize then that I had witnessed the word sacrifice in action. I watched it live and breath.  I watched it work nights and days. I watched it not curse or drink. I watched it make good, sound decisions and be modest.  I watched it never put a man before me.  I watched it make mistakes but learned from them.  I watched it put her own happiness aside. I watched it set right the questions of the world.  I watched it take less love for herself so others could have more.  I watched her take pain and dissappointments in stride.  I watched her celebrate quietly when she accomplished a goal.  I watched her get less than she deserved and never complain.  I watched it until it took it’s last breath and me along with it.  She defined sacrifice. She was sacrifice. She did sacrifice.

“thinking of you, and all the things that you wanted me to be and I’m trying now”

He took long, deliberite strides like a stalking panther.  Smelling like new money, looking the same, he finally said “Hello”.  Chase and Ashley had worked on the same unit for over 2 years with not a word passed between them.  But fresh off his promotion to Chief Resident, he felt the timing was just right.  “Im going to be on beeper if anyone needs me” Chase said while looking down at his phone trying to appear preoccupied.  “Thank you Doctor Shaw” she said quickly.  Looking up, she notices his face and says ”What’s wrong”?  Unaware that he was staring, “Well, it’s the first time anyone called me Doctor”.  “How does it feel”? she said with a slight smile.  “Fine” he said slowly, almost in a sigh while studdying her face for a reaction.  Soon, he dissappeard down the hallway. 

Chase stops in a nearby confrence room  Checking the beeper volume, he is hoping she will call.  Call for anything or nothing at all.  He wonders if she noticed the new him.    

because of you i am a classic movie snob and an R&B Jazz elitist. 

Swim to walk

Walk to run

Run to dance

Dance to fly

Fly to be free

Dumb ass in English? Cause that ish u bout to pull is a big mistake. 

…..Me. what I want to tell a friend.  But he can’t here me though.

Dear Boss Lady:

So I finally made a “mistake”.  And you hit me with ”I wished you would have called me first”.  Since :when?  Since when do you like your card games and all night drinking sessions disturbed.  Since when you want your dinner and creep sessions interrupted?  I thought I was supposed make a decision so you don’t get calls at 2 in the morning about BS. What part of the game is this?  I’ve been doing your job for 3 years now.  True, that has it’s perks, but I don’t think I appreciate you telling me I should call you for certain decisions because, what I’m up in here for?  I know u a control freak, I know this.  That’s why I play the way u want it played.  But u TRUST me to do your job because those other brain dead (I’m scared ima make a mistake chicks) call you every half second and YOU CLOWN THEM. 

Maybe I’m being a little arrogant. Ok, A lot even, But if I am confident in anything, I’m confident in the decisions I make at the job.  Because I see the big picture. And u, u only see what I show u #boom. 

keep it up…ima call u for Everything! *armsfoldedtight*

Today the Saints lost. Then I got this:

Twitterpeeps @Me   ”+ 3 tho lol”  <——ouch, dagger! 3:29 PM Sep 26th via Twitter for iPhone

Damn ATLians!  Dancin all on Canal Street.  Ughh.  Rematch baby, Rematch.  I may need to go to that game. Turn Buckhead out when we win! lol