As I sit here in the Dominican Salon (under the dryer that's 10
degrees hotter than hell) plotting the next phase of my life something
hit me, my biological clock is ticking! The owners son is playing on
the floor and normally i'd be thinking "that lil mutha effa needs to
go somewhere and be quiet" instead I thought second "he's so cute" but
FIRST I thought "I can't wait to see my kid(s) playing on the floor."
What's surprising to me is that thought was definitive, not a I hope
or maybe. Everything I've ever had definitive thoughts about have come
to fruition with little to no effort on my part.

I don't feel rushed or paniced because I'm 37 now, I feel ready, and
by ready I mean ready for the unknown, the good the bad, the shitty
pampers, throwing up, first day of school, sibling rivalry, fighting
at school, colds, flu, talk about sex, drugs (why you shouldn't but
probally will), terror the first time I let them take the car (and
rent one & follow them so I can see stuff I don't want to), dating
people I can't stand (but keeping my mouth shut) and allllllllll the
other stuff karma will repay me for putting my parents through.

I know I'll adopt, no issues with it because DNA is just that, DNA.
Hell I have often wondered if my parents knew what hell I was going to
cause would they have adopted a "good" kid or had me?

I know I want 2 kids because I can't imagine life without my brothers.
Who else do you go to when you wanna shake your Mom or Dad? Friends,
even cousins are great, but there's nothing like a sibling to talk to
or lean on when times are tuff or the inevitable when your parents
have moved on.

Now how or when this will happen is in Gods hands, I'd prefer to do it
as a couple but if I have to go it solo I will. Besides Angelina
started out solo and look where she's landed, although Brad Pitt ain't
my type (I don't do diet food, I prefer my meals super sized).

I fully realize that everything in my life will change, the focus will
no longer be me, which isn't a bad thing. I exhaust myself at times,
I'm ready to focus externally.

So don't be surprised if i you call me to go out and I say "I got to
find a sitter", it won't be for the dog.

The biggest question I have, is Coley Faulk, 4th or not? Is the world
ready?

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