Is Your Dog a Panty Droppa???

No, this post is not about the infant stage of Love, Lust or Like. It’s about a Puppy.  A puppy, who's favorite pastime is NOT just chasing birds, her tail, or eating Spicy Shrimp off my plate when I'm not looking.  It’s about a puppy who loves to watch her owner having sex.  I've never had a dog so I can't tell you if this is normal or not however; I can say it is weird and amusing all at the same time.  For all of you freaks out there who are newly into voyeurism but can't find the perfect person to witness you and your beaux slapping skins - get a dog.  (Preferably a small one).

The first time I met Cocoa I instantly fell in love with her and she knew it.  It had been a seemingly long day at work so I must have fallen asleep on S.O.s couch. After a couple of hours of deep R.E.M slumber, I awaken to a furry, heavy breathing; wet nose puppy snuggled in my boobies. Weird... Like I said I've never had a dog before and this is the first time we've met; therefore I found it a little strange Cocoa felt that comfortable.  *Shrugs*

Upon our second encounter, I happened to be lying across the bed on my tummy, most likely texting, tweeting or sending out emails.  I call her over for some puppy play, giving her hugs and roughing her up a bit however when puppy playtime was over Cocoa decided she would catch her second wind on my butt.   *bbm HUH? face* Is it a coincidence Cocoa always rests on my most prized assets?  What goes on in her head as she snuggles on my T & A?

This one night S.O. and I retire to the apartment after a night of great food & booze.  Things are getting hot & heavy. I mean clothes are flying everywhere, music is blasting so the neighbors don't know my name, toes are curling...Well you get the point.  In the midst of all this activity I get the feeling somebody is watching me. 
That some-doggie is COCOA. Front row seat... Just staring with those puppy dog eyes.     S.O. yells at her to get down.  She obliges. We continue... Cocoa returns... Again S.O. yells at her to go away and again Cocoa obliges.

After what seems like a couple of hours, I notice Cocoa is quiet - too quiet. S.O. calls out her name but she doesn’t reveal her hiding space.  We begin searching under clothes, tables, chairs. No Cocoa.  Where could she be?  I check under the bed to find Cocoa big brown eyes staring back at me.  What is that she is hoarding next to her?  S.O. turns on the light and as I look closer, Cocoa has her head nestled in what seems to be my PANTIES!!!!!!!
And this right here Ladies & Gentleman is a PANTY -DROPPA!!!!

DATING CHRONICLES: Valentine's Day Cheer

As I stood on a crowded bus yesterday, a fairly young man and his son politely thugged their way through the Valentine's Day straphangers.  The bus was filled with white teddy bears, red roses, and huge arrangements of "V-day Doo Dads" you can purchase off the street for those of you who needed to get a quick gift for your significant other or get put out.
You know who you are.  
As the young man gets to the middle of the bus, a woman who is obviously in good spirits offers her seat to the young man's son and explains she is getting off the next stop. 
He replies in a fresh Jamaican accent,
 “It is a day of love. I love My Sister, I love MY Mothers and most importantly I love YOU for offering your seat however; I am going to ask that you enjoy it and the rest of your day."
 You could hear the smiles on everyone's faces including my own.   This shows how powerful a simple gesture or an act of love from a stranger can be. I thought this for all of two minutes until an evil woman exclaimed,
"There is absolutely no love in this world. All of it is FAKE... VALENTINE'S DAY SUCKS!!!! 
Of course, this woman was without a teddy bear, candy or balloon. 
Hmm I wonder why?

Interesting enough my Valentine's Day Weekend had the same reoccuring theme. What’s up with the Valentine Day Scrooge's this year??? V-day is not just another day to buy expensive gifts, dining at unbelievably crowded restaurants, or anything of the such. It is day set aside to recognize the ones you care about with simple acts of love.  It just grinds my gears to hear people say that they HATE Valentine's day.  Yes, everywhere you turn there is a store or television commercial that takes Valentine’s Day put on a plate and shoves it down your throat.  But if you celebrate Christmas, Hanukah, or even your birthday you should be used to it already!!  
A message to you V-day Scrooges: Crawl under a rock somewhere until February 15th...

The plan this night is to celebrate at a nice restaurant. Indeed, I am late as usual.
I feel like if I am always late it should come as no surprise - I am sorry I don’t do it on purpose.  Of course, I get in the slowest cab in America to the S.O.'s apartment and while in the cab I came to the conclusion that if I stay in this particular cab we will never make it to the city this year. So I hopped out and S.O. hails a renegade cab off the street.
Pause...
Let me explain the term Renegade Cab.  This type of cab driver has no morals, will drive across a four lane street without signaling just for a fare and well... sit tight for the rest of the story.   
We get in and advise him the best route to the restaurant. He pulls off (of course without signaling) asks us how much do we think we should pay him for the fare. Immediately, he begins to tell us a made-up story about how he is from Colorado and he just moved here to make a living as a cab driver.  He's very new to Brooklyn and unfortunately most people get to their destination without paying him.    Although I am not buying his sob story, I take the invite to his pity-party and offer him half of the fare. 
He angrily declines.
What do you mean you require the entire fare?!  
We haven't even gotten to the Brooklyn Bridge!!!
Calmly I ask him if when he sits down at a restaurant is it customary that he pays for his food before he eats it?
Clearly he didn't take my sarcasm to well because he immediately stops the cab and says he is NOT taking us to the city however; he wants $7 minimum fare for taking us thus far.  At this point S.O. is about to go off. 
"Yea, Mr. that is NOT going to happen. We will get out and you can go on your way."
Renegade cab then suggests that he WILL go to the city and asks that we advise him how to get to the bridge from here.
Hmmm... Why the sudden change of heart, Renegade?  There must have been some truth to your sob story about how you just moved here from Colorado.  But this here is a Brooklyn Girl...I'm on to you.

Renegade pulls off and locks the doors. I signal to S.O. to quietly pull up the lock and I did the same.
"Make a left turn here, please"
Oh hell, no. Renegade makes a right!!!    Again, I signal to S.O. stay calm.  
Renegade races to the yellow light but stops for it as it turned red.
DUMMY!
S.O. and I hop out.  Renegade is furious. His yelling is inaudible.  I can hear something like
"I can't believe you left my doors open.. Biotch!!!"   
I can't believe you got me acting all crazy in my 6 inch heels and its VALENTINES DAY!!!

VONI ISNT PERFECT

Twitter is the Devil's Work

This may come as no surprise to you but.....
Twitter is the Devil's work.
I can't get an educated thought down on a piece of paper with Twitter luming around. 
Its a stupid addiction much like cigarettes, biting your nails or popping ya pimples.
As of today, I am no longer apart of the Twitter CULT....

ok Wait.... Don't Quote Me..... lol

Begging for Change

Every day I ride the 4 train to work, and I purposely try to bury myself in something interesting, to distract me from nuances the NYC subway train rides has to offer. Occasionally, I am interrupted by a male duo trying to raffle off M&M peanuts (never the plain ones), or a dope fiend accompanied by her dope fiend boyfriend; who is so swollen and hocked up on that stuff she doesn't even care that the seat of her pants are split wide the heck open - exposed for the world to see. Im just saying, we live in the age of phone cameras and the medium of social networking.

The funniest character I've come across is a tie between "Train Man" and the "Vietnam War Vet".  Both are panhandlers who are a step above putting their filthy caps in your face as u try to ignore their incessant begging. Train Man has mastered the art of imitating the sound you hear as the train doors are closing.  In between his impressions he tells a dirty joke or two.  Vietnam War Vet immediately steps in the car and begins to sob. He starts off slow and soft and gradually gets louder and louder with absolutely no tears at all. In fact mid-way thru his spiel he looks around to see if he has touched your heart so much that you can't help but reach in your purse for anything...  A penny, a nickel, a piece of lint... Something...   Oh but beware... Vietnam War Vet will go off if he hasn't reached his train car quota.  Pure Comedy... And, no I'm not against helping out anyone who has become down on their luck... Indeed I have given to a homeless woman once before;however I witnessed this same woman dump out a bag of coins into the seat and discard all of the pennies she had collected. Just left them on the seat of the train as if they didn't add up. 
Because of this, panhandlers don't really move me....


*Voni V.I.P*

Rules to This.... Follow My Lead

First blog post in a hot minute and I just have to take a page from the "DATING CHRONICLES edition...  I’m still on the market however; I am dating someone really special. I've decided to dip back into the past to catch up with an old flame that deserved another go at it.  Not something I normally do but the old flame is HAWT!!!   We've decided to take things at a relatively slower pace than normal due to the nature of our past relationships.
 In doing so, LIMBO is where we have been up until very recently - you know "NO STRINGS!!" 
This, by the way is heavily confusing.  No matter which label you decide to use (or no label at all) it MUST be clearly defined… or else all hell breaks loose…  


Here is a scenario with different reactions according to the phase of your relationship.


You just ended a wonderful night out on the town with your beau. You share a taxi cab.
The conversation is so engaging you don’t want the night to end.  
“Your house or mine?”   
Back at the house, the two of you sip some wine, maybe watch a movie and before you know its 3am.  He/she insists that you stay a little longer or at least until the sun comes up.  Add cuddling and spooning into the mix and the night just became perfect…. Until…  You hear a knock on the door.   
At first it’s a subtle knock… Your date doesn’t flinch. You’re thinking it was all in your mind.  
KNOCK!!!! “Hey I know you’re in there!”


What do YOU DO??!!!


NO STRINGS - YOU’RE JUST CHILLIN…..

If this is where you are in your relationship…. I’d say... Roll the hell over and act like you didn’t hear ANYTHING!!! You guys are just chilling right? This means you have no right to ask or even get mad at the mysterious person at the door just as much as he/she has no obligation to explain.

DATING EXCLUSIVELY……

I had to ask around for the definition of dating exclusively as I have never had the pleasure.  I’ve always went from “Just chillin” straight into the commitment phase.  To my understanding this stage is when you are very much interested in settling down however; you are uncertain of with who is worthy.  Unlike the NO STRINGS phase, here is where feelings are present but you try your best not to let emotions surface. In my opinion it never works.  You’re going to get mad… You’re going to feel away. And in regards to whomever it is thinking it’s cute to knock on the door 3am in the morning - well there is nothing you can do at this point either.   Flying off the handle is just going to make you look crazy because as it stands you’re only dating right?  If this situation ever happens to you, I would wait until the next day or two to iron out some details. Clearly someone forgot to mention something somewhere.  
My advice for those of you who are currently moonlighting in this phase is not to stay here too long.  The longer you’re in this particular phase the easier it is to act as if you’re committed while using the excuse that you are not whenever you see fit. 
Don’t ride the lines or you will get hurt.  


COMMITMENT - BF/GF

Like in any other relationship phase, I believe you should treat others just like you would like to be treated. Always put everything out on the table -no surprises. If there is an ex out there who still attached and is bold enough to knock on doors at crazy hours of the night- let it be known.  The first time this happens you might get a pass but trust it will go in the “IM THROUGH WITH YOU BOX”*   I’d like to think at this point in the game all loose ends are tied up and forgotten about however; there are exceptions to the rule.  Messy doesn’t make for great relationships and in the end you will look untrustworthy. 

*The “I’m through with you box” is an imaginary box filled with “oh no he didn’t or she betta not try that again!!”  To explain further, when in any phase of a relationship especially the commitment phase, I don’t believe that everything is worthy of an argument or a fight.  Those that aren’t get tucked away in the box and are filled until you are completely over it.  In reality, break-ups are not easy. If you are able to just break-up with your significant other at the drop of a hat then the commitment phase was not for you. The box is my way of justifying why I am leaving you. *giggles*


THE EX
Oh don't act like because you are broken up the thought of doing it one more time never crossed your mind.  Indulging in such guilty pleasures is dangerous no matter what the circumstance of the break-up. Consequently, if you are the Ex and the above scenario happens to you. You’ve been played... Get up and Get out NOW!!! Thoughts of getting back together should have immediately escaped your mind... It’s not going to happen.

It is safe to say no matter what label you and your significant other agrees on, the idea of someone knocking on the door at 3am (which is booty call hours might I add), is unsettling. Unfortunately there is someone out there who is unaware of your motives should you be the party responsible for such actions.  The overall message here folks is to be clear with everyone. None of the above phases is an excuse to be a jerk. 

*Voni V.I.P.*

Dont Let Your Dreams go in Default like a Forgotten Student Loan...

I realized my dream a little later than I'd expected.  In no way do I  regret the paths that I have chosen to get here however; it is later than I'd expected.  At 28, dangerously close to 29, I thought I'd be a top record exec on a big Music Label.  I am not.  I dispelled that dream immediately after I obtained my Bachelor's degree with a concentration in Music Business.  With various internships at Sony BMG starting from high school, I had a great entertainment resume. But I didn't want that anymore.  

I knew I was a good writer very early on when I was asked to forge attendance notes for my friends in high school.  In college, i began to write spoken word, performing at various open mics.   The idea of writing down my thoughts over instrumentals in front of an audience, who welcomed what I had to say so well, they cried; should be terrifying.  For me it wasn't.  In one word it was Euphoric. As the story continues, I've made some decisions in my life that caused me to put this dream on hold.  I've got responsibilities; I've got real-life issues, circumstances in which a dream needed to be deferred.

Have I gotten it all together? Probably not. I am ready to take this dream head on, cover my eyes and jump over the cliff of the unknown. Hell yea.  You won't know unless you try.

Often times, we let our surroundings hold us back. Ever choose a night of drinking with your besties over sitting home to hone your craft?   Ever stay up until the wee hours of the morning talking on the phone with your significant other rather than study for a big exam? Ever let someone you love and admire give you advice that is good for them and not you??

 A good friend of mine always says "Never let anyone put you in a box.  Because they will hold you to it.  There is no room for change in a box.  A box is where dreams go to die."  I am alive and at 28 my dreams are realized.   

Here is another quote I'd like to leave you with... Followers are not meant to lead.  Leaders are not meant to follow.  Lead your dreams because if you choose to follow them they'll forever be behind you.

Like I've said ... writing is my therapy... I wrote this for me... 

Voni  V*I*P*

Family Over Everything

My favorite time of the year is when the sun is out, the smell of BBQ resonates through the summer air, frozen drinks are the beverage of choice and relatives you haven't seen during the cold-weather months, drop by unannounced looking for some free air conditioning.  We are all guilty of having the family member who may be  way too loud no matter the topic of discussion; or had one to many alcoholic beverages and now he/she just has to share just how much they love you; or the one who enjoys the great times we share but always seems to sleep throughout the  festivities.  Although I am old enough to know all the "family stories" by heart, I am guilty of having my favorite stories retold over and over again.  It's all about nostalgia, being able to relive the memories as if you were there yourself.  It is also about being able to laugh at the children my family members once were.  Sometimes that one crazy relative allows you to have your own story that must be retold - for laughs of course.

Uncle G is loud all of the time. Morning. Noon. Night.   No matter what the circumstance he is always shouting DAMN!!!! 

Let me give you an example.

Its Thanksgiving.  The men are in the living room watching the football games, the women are in the kitchen whipping up an elaborate dinner all except for my mom. Weird.
Out of no where, Uncle G screams DAMN!!!!
No one is alarmed.  The team he was rooting for has seemingly lost the game and Uncle G is just disappointed or mad.  I can't tell.  Two minutes later the children run into the kitchen begging for candy or sweets of some sorts. They are turned away by their mothers because dinner is almost ready and their appetites should not be spoiled or all the work putting together Thanksgiving dinner would be in vain.  

"But NuNu (my mom) is eating candy over in the corner! Why can't we have some too???"


Two seconds later, M&Ms go crashing, scattered like pinata candy.
The children dive to the floor.

"DAMN!!" - There goes Uncle G....  "DAMN Nunu..You're Busted!!"

Now that I think about it, Uncle G encompasses all the characteristics of the crazy yet well-loved family member.  Uncle G is in his 60s yet he doesn't look like a typical 60 year old.  His favorite topic of discussion is always family.  He believes in his heart of hearts that we are each others best friends and protectors - that's the true definition of family.
One hot day we are sitting on the porch listening to Uncle G rant about how we need to do better as a family unit because we no longer take summer vacations together.  The conversation gets heated when my cousin disagrees with him on the basis that not attending costly family trips shouldn't define how much we love each other.   Uncle G gets so heated he screams "DAMN" with so much force his front teeth fall into my lap then on to the floor.   He quickly retrieves them and shoves it right back into his mouth.   We are all shocked. No one knew he sported dentures not to mention the fact that it wasn't securely locked onto his gums.   My great aunt breaks the silence.
DAMN!! G so your not gonna wash that before you put it back in your mouth.
Come on in this house let me clean that for you!!!  

- Good Times