Domino's did it to me...............

Domino’s did it to me…..

Damn it man, I was on a nice diet for about two whole weeks, when Domino did it to me. I’m talking about Domino’s Pizza. When I left NY I was about 200 pounds heavy, which was not really a bad thing being that I was not very big, just that thing in front of me. That round always full looking thing, called by belly. It started to form, the old man’s beer belly. I want not about to go out like that, so I took this opportunity in the UK to get rid of it. And it’s working. After years of having a girl cook for you whenever you came over and Mom cook also, and no kind of exercise except walking up and down subway stairs, it began to form. That was my entire fault so it will be my fault when it’s gone.
I started working out in the gym, nice and slowly. Not lifting any heavy weights or anything like that, just light one and running. That worked famously, lost about 10 pounds in the first month alone, I think. I continued to do that until I got down close to my ideal weight for my height, 162 pounds.
A few years ago I was about 150pounds or less, and I was struggling to gain that 10 pounds to get close to my ideal weight of 165 pounds. I was eating like a mad man, and still could not gain a thing. Now that I’m no longer under 21 years of age, gaining weight was not a problem; it was loosing it I have been working on. But I made it still, just trying to maintain this weight. At this weight I feel I can take on the world, I feel I can do marathons, both in and out of bed! I feel like the man I should be!
Damn Domino’s Pizza, they had a two for one deal for weeks. Everyday going to and from work I see the sign, and this time I broke down. I have been eating healthy for months, and since I ran out of food and kept delaying my trip to the supermarket, Domino’s got to me. I ran out of food, had some money and made the ill-gotten call. I ordered two ten inch pizzas, and I ate them. I ate them all by myself in one day. Sunday past, I was a monster, not the cookie monster but the pizza monster. I was ashamed of myself, but damn I miss pizza, real pizza. They don’t have the regular pizza shops where the Italian guys, or the Spanish guys, or even the Chinese guys make the pizza from starch.
I miss all of that, but they do have Domino’s Pizza, the only fast food pizza joint I liked back home. Domino’s did it to me, it they didn’t have a Domino’s I probably would not have eaten pizza till I got to Italy. But they did and I ate. I wish I could do a before and after, but don’t have any pics of my new self, well it’s not completely finished anyway, maybe when I get back to NY I can post that. I know all you ladies will be dieing to see that!
Well it’s not Thursday morning, I did my grocery shopping last night, so I’m back on tack. I got my salad to eat, my fruits and nuts, some good old healthy, fat burning food.

I use to be in love...............

I use to be in love…….

I mean the kind of love that inspires me on a daily basis. Inspiration in life is when I know I’m with the right one. The first time I was in love I was inspired in so many ways I end up not spending time with the one I love, but I did manage to buy flowers for her on a bi-weekly basis. For no reason other than I thought about her and want to see her smile that big and beautiful smile when I came through the door. You know the kind of smile I’m talking about, the kind where you see all those pearly whites, a kool-aid smile I call it. I was also inspired in photography, she was my muse the one I see through my lens even if she was not there.
We met at work, first time I saw her I said hmmmmmmmm, interesting. A petite Jamaican girl, with attitude, I wanted to get to know her. I did, it was a slow process and well worth the wait. I remembered the spontaneous great sex we had, she remembered the weekends alone watching movies. That loved I looked for again, but could not reach it. I tried came very close and then it fell all apart. Maybe it was me, maybe it was her, and maybe we just rushed it a bit and fell off track.
I wanted the love and got it, but not the inspiration, the inspiration of life, of imagination of sex. Yes sex, to be in love and have boring sex did not enhance my inspirations. We made sweet long love, and spontaneous sex, anytime anyplace. But that kind of love will be years away from achieving. The trust, admiration and appeal for one another is hard to find these days amongst the shattered pieces of broken hearts on the ground. So many sharp and dangerous pieces that everyone has to watch their step, even men.
We men do hurt, some wear it on themselves and others hold it in their heads and hearts. I have cried for my love, I have cried with my love, but will this change anything? If we want each other to be around, in our beds, but not in our hearts how can we grow? I want to grow, to grow out of the emptiness of the mind and heart. I want to fill my head with her, that special someone. I want to fill my heart with her love, her tenderness. I want to fill my mind with her touch, her kisses, her hugs, her voice, her laughter, her body, her ecstasy, her orgasms.
To grow out the emptiness of life and fill it with love that is all I want in life. Because with love it brings me inspiration, and with inspiration I can achieve anything I want!

More art?

 


Well this is a nice pic I drew of me on my adventure to Jacob's ladder/Cheddar Gorge. On my way there I passed this agriculture machine trimming large hedges that bordered the small streets that I was driving on. Just a view that has been in my mind since the trip, just a bit different than what I've seen before. Rural England, all new sights, sounds and smells. Boy what new smells I smelt there! 

The "Artist", I think.

 


Since I got today off from work I really don't know what to do with myself. Wanted to blog, the blog thing been bugging me all morning. Well Since I had no idea what to blog about before I went to the gym, I choose my art. Well I think it's art, but I'm sure real "artist" will disagree. This is one of my favorite topics to draw about, me!!

Ya likes??? 

Blog or Not to Blog..............

I woke up this morning with bloging on my mind. I've been reading blogs for a little while now and it seems that females have problems when their friends or family are reading theirs. I was introduced to bloging from one of my ex-girlfriend/friend now, she put me on and I never left. When I started bloging I told only one of my cousins and she enjoyed it, but during my first bloging attempt my girl friend at the time went on the internet to find out more about me, just for fun she told me. She end up finding my blog, which I had no problem with, but then she goes about to question me on everything that I wrote. And that my friends was the end of my bloging.
Just yesterday I was reading a young ladies blog, and she mentioned that people that know people that know her was reading her blog and telling them all about it, as if it was some big secret. Remember we are on the World Wide Web! She said something that I agree with totally, what gets written on the blog, stays on the blog, it's not written so it can be open for discussion when they see you. I feel the same way, I've seen a few females on here have friends of friends read their blog, talk shit about it with their friends, it gets back to whomever they know and shit just falls apart, both in the real world and in our wonderful bloging world.
I think this is just crazy, I haven't told anyone about my blog, but if they do find it somehow I don't want to really discuss it. I feel if you have a comment to make, put it in the comments box. I have changed what I have written right now, because I want to write about different things right now, but I'm sure I will shift my focus to something different in the years to come. When it comes to the internet, I use it for fun and information, and if that fun part goes, so does the internet. Keep on bloging!!!!

Those Darn Cats.........

As I walk around local neighborhoods there is one thing that I see all the time that shocks me. It's those darn cats! I'm used to cats running away at the mere sight of a human unknown to them, over here it's completely different. I walk by, the sit there and just look at me. I do that move like I'm about to run after them, and just end up stomping my feet, you know what I'm talking about, that move. Well I do that move and still they just sit and look at me. I swear it reminds me of Top Cat, that crazy cartoon with Officer Dibble. The cats just hanging around talking shit while people pass by. It's just a crazy thing to see!

Columbo vs Poirot

Since I've been in this country I have been reacquainted with my old friend Columbo. The funny thing about it is that I really don't remember any episodes but I knew I loved the show. The detective that solves 100 percent of his cases, never misses a beat, but always looks lost. The only thing about the show that is funny, is that whom ever he spends most of his time with asking questions did the murder. It's not like we didn't see the murder ourselves but it's a great fun to see Columbo makes everyone confess. Just imagine if they never confess and deny that they did it and went to court we would have the makings of the "Law and Order" series. The reason I like him so much is that he never carries a gun, never looks as if he shaves or take showers. Also he talks about his wife and there isn't one episode that she appears, no that's just crazy.

Now I'm not sure if anyone has heard of Agatha Christie the writer, but it seems she had a TV show based on one of her books,"Poirot". A Belgium detective in England helping the weak minded police solve crimes, just like Sherlock homes did. Unlike Sherlock Poirot does not have his arrogance, he's bold when needed and quiet when necessary. Just like Columbo. At first I didn't want to be bothered with another English detective show, had my fill with Sherlock Homes, but after I watched a few episodes it grew on me. Every chance I get I watch it, along with Columbo.

Poirot is a bit different that Columbo, I was watching an episode last week and he was in some resort in the early 90's. The thing is that he was on a beach of some sort fully dressed in his three piece suit and hat, while everyone around him is in bathing suits. That was so funny looking, reminded me of another one of my favorite TV detective MONK. Always fully dressed no matter where he is. So we have sloppy Columbo and uptight Poirot, what a wonder it is to watch these two men at work.

All About The Music......

Every once in awhile I get a fever, a fever for new music. Over the past two weeks I had the fever for some old soul music. Some Al Green, Bill Withers, Marvin Gaye, Bobby Womack, and Mr. Curtis Mayfield. Why, well I'll tell you it's a few things to tell the truth. One was a Mariah Carey song mentioning listening to Bobby Womack on the radio, that just sparked my interest in it all, but the spark was fueled by flames. Flames from Napster, I started using Napster on their 7 day free trail. During those seven days I managed to download many songs, especially Bobby Womack. I listened for that week to Bobby and then realized I can burn the songs I got, so I got rid of all the songs I downloaded and reverted back to my old faithful Kazaa.
Bobby was just the beginning, while scrolling trough the sound track of Roll Bounce a semi-new movie with Bow wow and some other people, I heard a song that hit me so hard I had to get it. The song was Lovely day, by Bill Withers. Now the spark is a flame. I said damn, who's that, I want to have a lovely day everyday, so I downloaded it. If your one of those people against downloading music, I would say, "Fuck you!", but I won't. There is more important things to worry about other than artists getting royalties. Well the dead ones I'm sure don't mind, the living ones don't need my money to go shopping for diamonds from the Jews. Anyway the flame was lit and I got a few Bill Withers songs, then I remembered Al Green, downloaded some Al. So far I had downloaded hours of Bobby, Bill and Al, had a few days of some good soul music.
Then one day on the walk home, I started thinking about the music I got, and the Curtis Mayfield popped in my mind. I got home that night and spent it downloading Curtis, Marvin Gaye and some others. After getting some Curtis Mayfield, I came across this song from one of my favorite movies, "Bed it like Beckham", heard of it? Well there was this song at the end, man did I love it, I love it soo much I watched the credits of the movies just to listen to it. Guess who's song it was, Curtis Mayfield "Move on up". That song is now added to my morning music session. Nothing but soul I heard every morning and evening when I got home. Now my music collection had grown more than I thought.

I always thought I was born ten years later then I should have. I really love music from the 70's and 80's more then music that's out now. Not sure what my next music spark will be, but I'm sure the fire will burn bright. The flame that is burning now for soul I don't think will die out anytime soon. Peace!!!!

My second Adventure.....

My second adventure takes me to a place I never knew existed, Jacobs Ladder and Cheddar Gorge. When told about Jacob's Ladder the only thing that popped in my head was a movie with Tim Robbins in it and a science experiment with electricity. Unknown to me it was an actual place, 100 foot vertical of steps. What a climb I did with those steps, the steps was just the beginning of the Cheddar gorge nature hike. Boy was I not, totally not prepared for the nature hike. I wore these walking shoes I had with a flat sole, that means no kind of traction at all, and some regular jeans and jacket.

Well lets first talk about my four hour car drive there. Still driving illegally, but this is probably my last car trip since I'm about to sell the car anyway. Still might get a UK license just for show. Well the trip was about 162 miles one way, I think but it was much better than my trip to Stonehenge. No rain or fog, well just little shower here and there but nothing bad at all. I made one major wrong turn that took me into London instead away from it, but that was the only major wrong turn I had. Other than that it was a straight forward ride, well it was up until I came off the major roads and into the small villages that lead to the gorge. I mean villages so small there are no side walks, the front gates meets the roads and even in some areas only room enough for one car at a time to pass. That is where my map failed me and I had to turn to my trusty GPS. The GPS was good but still had plenty of trouble finding the streets I needed, well just one street really, had me going in circles until I just took a path that was closest to my route and I got there that way.

When I got there I hit the path right away, walked up the 100 foot stairs, and took plenty of photos. That area it seems to be very wet with on and off showers, but I was warned about the condition of the trail, but I went anyway. The trail was wet, muddy, slippery and made me nervous. When I finally get the photos developed I will show how the trail was, it makes the term slippery when wet don't sound very sexy anymore. I mean mud, wet leaves, wet rocks, I was using every fiber of my being to make sure my ass doesn't hit the ground. I knew my shoes and jeans was going to get fucked up and muddy, but that was all I was prepared to do. As I walked the trail I kept thinking what my cousin said, "Its better in the summer", and boy did I need that sun and heat that day. It seems everything is better in the summer, well in that country when almost everything outside on London is based on nature, everything is better in the summer.

Well I must say it was very beautiful out there, just a bit cloudy, typical UK weather, but just imagine is the lovely sun was shining how much better it would have all been. Just thoughts to myself, I should have took in all the site as soon as I got there and not wait so late in the year to explore the UK. The Cheddar gorge was nice, it was basically a two part hike, half on one side, half on the other. I only walked one half since I didn't want to put my life in anymore danger. I must admit I my body never touched the ground on the hike, just twice my hands did, only my hands. After I reached the top and was working my way down the hill the path got ugly, and I mean ugly. I thought going up was bad, but down was down right nasty. It was muddy, so muddy I stepped in a few places and my shoe nearly came off, shit got stuck in the fucking mud, and kept getting stuck. Just fucking nasty. Then on the very end they had the nerve to have two paths, on very steep and muddy, the other just regular steep and muddy. I just laughed and went down the easier one.

That took about an hour, was told the whole trail is about two hours which came out right if I took the other half of the journey. I took the easier path of walking on the road back, which was a little bit easier and also wanted to get Photos from the ground so I can appreciate the size of the gorge. Now thinking I'm on the easier path to my car, on this path is where I busted my ass, not once but twice. There was this rocky little climb I took, looked dangerous but I walked up it, took some shots and worked my way down. I was almost all the way down and oops, I fell and busted my ass. Damn I said, but kept it moving. Then while still walking back to the car, I fell again on some slippery road, I said damn, what the fuck! I was soo pissed, thinking that the hike took all my energy and confidence and this happens taking the easier path.

Well once I got back to my car, I turned on my GPS and went the hell home. GPS was nice no problems getting back home. Next morning, today woke up my whole entire body is tight and sore, that rip took everything out of me. I'm talking about eight hours of driving, two hours of hiking and walking, with very little to eat. Man I think I slept most of the day and still a bit tired now. As soon as I develop my pics we all can try to enjoy my adventures. Peace!!

My trip to Stonehenge.......

What a trip/task I underwent today, a total of 320 miles and 6 hours of mostly driving. For those who read an earlier blog I've written, yes I'm still driving illegally in the UK. Yes it's a big risk, but what the hell I'm living my life. Anyway I started out on my trip, thoroughly mapped out as I always do, but the time I wanted to go was three hours off. Wanted to start the road trip at 6am, but left around 9:30am. But it's ok I made it at a decent time. I talked with my cousin earlier about where to go, and he mentioned a few places, but he seemed to emphasize on it's better in the summer time. I kept saying to myself I don't care what time of year it is, it will still be the same. But now I know what he means when he said that. The rain, the fog, more rain, more fog, DAMN IT!!!!!!!

This was truly the worst driving experience I have ever had. Plus the car I'm illegally driving is crap. Well it was basically a straight forward route, but I missed a few turns because I thought I passed the place. The British highway system confuses me like crazy. I truly can't stand round-a-bouts. I'm use to off ramps, then either turn left or right, not around this circle and this circle takes you to another circle and then the third road is where to go. Just a bit too much for me. I wish someone was driving me because I missed many photo opportunities, especially one on the approach to Stonehenge. I was going downward on a hill, and you can see it from the road. An instant smile came over my face, a place we have all heard about I finally got to see. But the picture I could have took was great.

I took the audio tour, which was great, usually when I go to tourist attractions I just do my own thing walk around take some photos and leave, not learning or really experiencing anything. But that will all change now. I learned a bit more, marveled at how it was built and how it looked, that took about 45 minutes. That was cool, just the right amount of time I wanted to spend there anyway. Then I took my almost 3 hour drive back in the rain and the fog, and oh, more rain and fog. Fuck!

Well tomorrow is another adventure, and maybe another one on Friday, Peace!!!