"Shitty Kitty..."

“Shitty Kitty…”

TGIF….Red is back home and feeling much better. Looks like my weekend is going to be very low key and it’s just what I need right about now….I get to chill at home and do absolutely nothing. You know I claim to lead a very boring life, my Blog doesn’t always hold me true to that but this weekend we are definitely going off-air.

Before I go into hibernation I need to take care or one thing…. Sister Red is in Germany this week and being the well known animal lover that I AM NOT!!! I have been granted the fabulous job of being cat sitter, now please don’t get this wrong I am not a fan of pets but I am super responsible because now that I think about it not only do I have cat sitter responsibilities with Sister Red but with both my former and current manager. So I gather I’m doing something right or I’m doing something WRONG. Why do these people trust me with their cats??? I grab my former manager and we head over to the home of “SR”, on the ride over we discuss plans for the weekend and I’m so excited to brag about my eventless weekend. Upon arrival at the house we are greeted by what I gotta say is one of the friendliest cats I know, I mean this “meow meow” makes you just want to run out and adopt “Morris” and all her good girl friends. My old boss is a huge pet-lover so while she is bonding with “meow meow” I am tending to my cat sitting duties therefore, preparing fresh food and water as well as cleaning out the “Pee Pee Doo Doo box”. Once all of that is done I relax and take a break and sit down on the bed of Sister Red (lol I made a rap) now this is where the shit hit the fan…..Well sort of….How ‘bout nobody told me that I was supposed to run the pooper scooper past the bed!!! “Meow Meow” had left a few “kibbles n bits” in the bed and I tell you I just did not know what to do…I quickly asked my old boss why would a cat do this….Now here goes the kah kah, how ‘bout she explained to me that “mm” could possibly be angry because her owner has gone away or this could be a cry for attention.

*Foxy turns to audience*
“So what the hell do yall think about that…..The Feline has Feelings”!

Now I know I’m going to get some smart ass comments posted on this one but can you guys be gentle with my feelings I might feel you don’t enjoy my stories and be forced to come over to your house lay in your bed and take a #2…..Cuz Foxy has feelings too!

Till next time Ciao or in lieu of the story above maybe I just better say…”Meooooooooooow”!

On your mark.....Get set.......Date!

On your mark…..Get set……DATE!


Now everyone knows where I’m going with this and no matter what category you fall into I think that you will dig this….Ok now, please remember I’m very much so single but the plan is not to be forever so my answers are not guaranteed to win all of your approvals but I’m honest.



1. Why do good Foxes like Bad Boys?

Our choices in partners usually tend to reflect something from our past be it a bad childhood experience, a rough relationship. Step back and look at it not everyone came from a perfect family and what we grow up with tends to be the way that we live. I watched my mama deal with at least two or three knuckleheads in her time and I sort of fell right into the same pattern as most of us do. I only sought out people who were no good for me because in some weird way I thought that was best for me. So I guess the question is no longer why do good Foxes like Bad Boys but rather, when will Fox realize that he deserves a Good Guy? How ‘bout that?

2. Why do we place stigmas on potential partners based on foolishness such as good jobs, education, background, credit?

Hmmmm, Cuz we are stupid and in most cases we let society dictate to us how we should live and therefore who we should date, how they should live and what their career objectives should be….(stares at audience) Now you all know that is a bunch of Bull Shit! I know quite a few six figure brothers that run some major organizations but they have had their head stuck in textbooks so long that they forgot how to relate to people in general let’s not even begin to think about a romantic partner LOL! So if your claim to fame is picking a partner based on his or her business card I think that you should think again. Now as far as that whole credit situation…….Well hey I have shot mine to hell and I bounced back so why would you think that someone you are potentially interested in could not do the same? Heck, why can’t you share with them some things you might have done to get your shit together. Did we forget that sharing is caring?

3. Why do we always let the frog that fucked us over in the past keep us from truly giving ourselves to the Prince in our present?

Of all of the questions I think this is the one that every reader that has ever been in a serious relationship can relate to. It always amazes me how we can take a bad situation that may have only lasted six months to a year and drag it on with us for the next 6 or seven years. Ok so he or she cheated on you 5 years ago what does that have to do with the new opportunity for love that now stands before you? Why are you dragging that old broken stereo system into your new fabulous home? Why are you mad because you’re the only one that wants to play that old song and the new person in your life is trying to give you a new song to sing? Change is inevitable so out with the motherfukkin 8-Tracks and in with the i-pod!!! Believe me some shit we need to hold onto like a classic black Gucci driving shoe, those things never go out of style but a cheating, lying bastard of a partner well that is something you can feel free to leave back in your old apartment aka that past!


4. Why is it that when we have something good (or what we believe to be good) we always manage to corrupt it because we are afraid that we will eventually end up happy?

On this one I think I answered the question within the question. We are afraid, afraid of being hurt, afraid of being used, afraid of having someone see us for who we truly are. In life when we learn to walk….We fall, but we get up and try again and eventually we get it right. Now by no means am I comparing walking to dating but really there is a world out there and are you going to let it pass you by simply because you are afraid to get out there and try? I’m not really religious and I hate to touch this stuff on my BLOG but God gave us life and he wants us to live it and experience as much as we can and love is one of his gifts and if you deny yourself that aren’t you really doing him a disservice?



5. Why are our old habits so damn hard to break? For years we live as single individuals and eventually find someone to settle with but because we are so set in our ways we drive this individual that wants to share our world away…..Why?

LOL, ok this is the funniest of them all. I think we have difficulty breaking old habits most of the time because we are pig headed and stubborn and we think that our way is the right way to do everything….WRONG, If we knew everything there would be nothing left for us to do but die and I don’t know about you but I’m not done here just yet I have a few lessons to learn and a million things to do before I bite the dust and hell if someone loves me enough to help me realize that there is a different way of doing things and help me accomplish some of my dreams and goals by all means…..BRING IT ON!!! But I need to warn you it won’t be easy after all I’m a stubborn guy.


6. What the hell is “The Rebound”????

Who made this dumb ass term up? Why didn’t they call it the I’m angry and hurt because the last person that I dated broke my heart so I’m going to pass the time with you because I’m too fukkin silly and selfish to realize that I need to get my shit together before I move on to the next person? I mean really what makes you think that because someone hurt you that bringing someone else into the picture is going to make you better? In most cases it makes you worse as your wounded and cannot really show the person your true self because you’re hiding behind all the battle scars of your last relationship. Do yourself and that unsuspecting person a favor and take the time to “GET RIGHT” with you then……Bring it to the runway!

Ok I’m done ranting and raving I want your feedback on this because I know that every single one of you have some and if you don’t you have some friends or family who do now feel free to share your opinions with me and please try to keep the sarcasm to a minimum on this one. I’m bringing you the real and I think I need that back in return….HOLLA!

"Hang up.....No, you hang up"

Hang up….No you hang up…..


If you laugh at this your ignorant because we have all done it at one point or another……Some of us just did it last night!

(Phone Rings)

Me- “Hello”.
He- “ Hey whattup mista”?
Me- “Aint nothin, how are you”?
He- “I’m chillin and yourself”?
Me- “Chillin”
He- “How was your day”?
Me- “Good can’t complain”?
Me- “Cool what are you doing”?
He- “Watching a little TV, you”?
Me- “Stretched out on the Futon thinking about you”?
He- “Oh yeah”?
Me- “Yeah, how ‘bout that”?
He- “How ‘bout it”!
Me- “Are you all set for tomorrow”?
He- “Nah but I’ll get there”.
Me- “Oh really”?
He- “Yup”
Me- “What are you doing”?
He – “Talking to you” (laughing)
Me- “You miss me”
He- “No.(laughing)……You know I’m joking right’?
Me- (Silence)
He- “Hello”.
Me- “Yeah I know “ (laughs)
He- “What’s on your show tomorrow”?
Me- “Not a whole lot , working then hopefully talking to you”.
He- “Oh, you think so”?
Me- “I do”.
He- “Cool, I think we can make that happen”.
Me- “Good, I been playing this song over and over all day, it reminds me of you”.
He- “Really what’s that”?
Me-“This joint on “Tweets” new album called “Cab Ride”
He- “Should I check that out”?
Me: “I think you should”.
He: “Aiight well I will definitely do that”.
Me: “Ok, I’m not going to hold you up all night you need to go and get some sleep”.
He: “That’s cool.
Me: “Well good night handsome”.
He: “Good night mista”.
Me: “Hang up”.
He: “No you hang up”….

(Both laugh)

Me: “Hey”.
He: “Yes”.
Me: “What are you doing”?


Ok, you all know I’m silly for actually writing this but nah not really you guys can relate!

"The Pro-Active Reaction"....

"The Pro-Active Reaction"

Ok so after yesterday’s saga you would never guess that the weekend was not even close to being over yet. So around 11am or so this morning, Vivacious calls me to let me know that she had been in front of her computer for about 8 house non-stop trying to finish up a PowerPoint presentation for one of her classes this as she only has about one week of school left to go so the rush is on. “Viva” also lets me know that she is not having the greatest of mornings due to her having a dermatologist appointment yesterday and realizing that she has a few dark spots on her face, now me knowing “viva” I have already decided that these dark spots are damn near non-existent however, for her they are major. We talk further and I realize that there is a wedding that she needs to attend next weekend here in NY and because of that "Viva" decided that these little dark spots just will not do, her cousin recently ordered a bottle of “Pro-Active” solution for serious acne conditions.

Now you all know you have seen the advertisements for this stuff all of a sudden everybody and their mama has Acne did someone make it the in thing to have this year??

Anyhow, my friend decides that she will attack these dark spots from all angles and proceeds to use this solution in conjunction with her dermatology treatment. Now why she go and do that? How bout mama’s skin was on fire and ended up being a shade or two lighter than her actual skin tone now I’m not there to see it first hand but my guess is that that is going to be pretty scary coming down the aisle as a Bridesmaid.

By the end of the conversation I am howling on the phone because much like myself, “Viva” has an answer for everything. She already knows how much foundation it will take to cover up her burn wounds should her skin should not return to normal in time for the wedding. I tell you when it rains it pour and its pouring Pro-Active solution right now…..I hope yall brought your umbrellas!

Rescue 911….Live from the 301....

Rescue 911….Live from the 301...

Last night the boys and I hit the streets of DC to make it happen. Everyone had separate travel plans for the weekend but we were all going to be in town for one night only together so we hit the club now I have touched base with Boston Public to let him know that I was going to be at the hot spot tonight and he agreed to meet me there and to head back to Maryland with me after the club.

Midnight, and Red and I are stepping in the door the music is ok but we are laughing at the all the country folk and trying to decide when to hit the bar. One cocktail later and I see ““BP”” making his entrance through the door, I was going to try and front like I did not see him but Red saw the dumb ass look on my face and realized that “someone” must have just arrived. 5 minutes later I was all caught up chatting about with Red, “BP” and his boy. Shortly after that the Fox Fone rings and it’s “A.Gay and The Starr” when they bust in the back door of the club it’s like a family reunion we are all chatting it up and laughing until it’s time for hip-hop and then we all hit it to the dance floor. Now here goes the kah kah …..How come nobody told “BP” that I think I’m a superstar and when I get on the dance floor that the lights go up and the cameras go on …..Hell, not for nothing I think my whole crew could blow the Beyonce tour dancers out of the water. Red was working some kat on the floor and A. Gay and The Star were working “BP”’s boy out and I had “Boston” wiping his brow quite a bit, yall can do your own math on that one…Now the party is over and as usual at the hot spot everyone is outside talking exchanging numbers and “BP” and I are just flirting the time away. I check for red and he is all chatty katty with “fire seed” LOL and now the night is about to come to a close, “BP” is spending the night with me so one quick exchange of gear and we are on the road home…Night Night.

7:20am and Red is headed out the door in search of a Starbucks after his exhausting night. I’m still sleep curled up with “BP”. We are trying to wake up but not really….Around 8:30 or so Red calls to tell me that he is having chills and I’m guessing that he is just a little nervous due to a presentation he is doing that morning so I disregard assuming that once he starts going he will be fine….9:15am and I am now on the phone with one of his colleagues “MSG” Manager Sister Gurl and she is informing me that they are on their way to a hospital in Northern Virginia I remained calm and I rationalized a bit, I had some reorganization to do and damn fast. Unfortunately for this tour there was car or bus as I decided to earn some sky miles for this trip so I had no vehicle so I needed to figure out how I would get to him. “MSG” assured me that everything was ok and that she would stay with Red until I got there…..Now what am I going to do with ““BP””? I was not even prepared to direct him to a train or anything but that was not even necessary as he says to me “If you even think I would leave you in a situation like this your crazy…Let’s get there make sure your boy is ok and we will worry about the rest later”.

(Foxy thinks to self “Imma fuck him up…Who the hell does he think he is to be helpful in an emergency”? However, what I’m really thinking is he just picked up 100 bonus brownie points for that statement alone).

Ok so now we are at the hospital and when I’m there I meet MSG and she takes me back to see my boy who is now dressed in cute jeans, cute shoes and a hospital gown! I snicker a bit and I laugh as he and MSG tell the story of how dramatic his exit from the office was that morning and how the nosey receptionist was on her way into the office as he was being wheeled out. Now for those of you who don’t know Red, he hates when anybody makes a fuss over him but in the same breath he gets mad when you don’t I don’t think I need to explain but I will. You know how when someone asks you what you want for your birthday but you say nothing trying not to be so obvious but you really have a list in your pocket complete with all your sizes in your favorite shoes and jeans……Ok well everybody meet RED!

Two hours later Red is signing his discharge papers and I now have his car and we are ready to hit it home but not without a quick trip to the supermarket so that “Nurse Foxy” can pick up all the necessary items for taking care of his patient. Ok, I kept my game face on for the sake of Red and “BP” but inside I’m tripping all over the place praying that God not let anything happen to my brother. Now we are back home and I’m getting the patient ready for a little nap as I need to get “BP” back to his cousin’s house and let the rest of the world know what is going on. We dash to Union Station and I make it my business to go and see “The Mexican” my well connected travel consultant. I know that I should have called him a lot earlier but I didn’t want him going into freak out mode without me being able to tell him what was going on. I quickly introduce him to ““BP”” and chuckle as I’m sure he will have plenty of commentary on that at a later date. Next stop is over to see family and friends of “BP”, we had a full itinerary for this weekend and I just wanted to make sure that I got a chance to meet everyone and apologize for having to cancel but it was all good everyone was understanding and wished Red well. Ok, time to head back to “Rockhard, Maryland” “BP” and the crew give me a ride to the train station and I breakout but not before planting a nice one on “Boston” as he was soooo patient and concerned throughout the entire day…..Did I mention neither one of us washed our behinds all day and we are still wearing the same clothes from the night before???

How bout that?

I get back to Red’s place and he’s still knocked out I wake him and have him try to eat a meal and then it’s lights out again. I go to grab my laptop and the Fox Fone rings….It’s “The Public” gotta go we will catch up later ciao!

"Get on the Bus".....

Get on the Bus……


When I step off the train in Far Rockaway, Queens I take a deep breath and inhale all that is living in NYC and the diversity that is fabulous. I’m in a heavily Guyanese populated neighborhood and I always think it’s so interesting to see how advertisements always tend to reflect the neighborhoods of the business they wish to obtain. I don’t think this is a bad thing just funny, for example: Anyone ever see a KFC commercial with a Asian family buttering up hot biscuits and getting busy on juicy chicken legs and thighs??? Well if you have not I suggest you tune in to your local Asian Variety Network, everyone has one and once you see this or a similar commercial you will appreciate this entry…..So I’m at the bus stop waiting on the Q10 popping on some Double Mint Gum I can’t believe I’m a at bus stop doing with my gum what I use to scream at my sister for doing when we were kids but it’s all good I carry a little bit of my family with me every where I go so I guess this afternoon sister fox is all up in my mouth….LOL! Finally the bus arrives and I jump onto the extremely over-crowded ride and start out what is to be the ride from hell……Catch it!

1. Ten minutes after being on the bus the back doors decide that they are going to no longer work….WHY?
2. The driver frustrated and uncertain as to what he should do takes the bus out of service.

Now this is just me but why can’t the passengers just all use the front door? I mean at the end of the day that is so much better than just shutting the whole function down.

3. When he dispatches in to let the guys know what has happened they laugh at him and tell him to put the bus back in service and keep on going and call once he completes his round at the airport.
Ok so we load back up and head on out I’m a lil frustrated but I just keep thinking to myself “wait till I get my laptop out”. I swear I am cracking up at this bus driver who appears to be of some sort of West Indian descent and everybody knows that there aint nothing like an angry Jamaican man or Trini woman. Man, you will be afraid to even mess with them but at the same time you will be trying to figure out exactly what the hell they are saying.

Now as if this ride could not get anymore interesting just as I begin to get a little nervous as I see time is pressing on we begin to enter the terminals at the airport. It is at this point some very trendy dressed lady walks up to the front of the bus and begins to ask the driver what stop is her airline on…….(Looks at audience) Now why in the hell would she go and do that??!!?? When I say that bus driver went OFF on her! It was like watching power when your ass don’t pay the bill cuz he “Blacked the Fukk Out” but all we knew was he was MAD because I’ll be damned if any of us on the bus including the poor idiot who approached him knew what “The Angry Bus Man” was saying.

So once she takes her silly ass back to her seat I’m getting nervous again I forgot which terminal was Delta and boy I did not want to ask this guy but I figure hey I’m Foxy if I say it really really nice he will answer I also put a little West Indian spin on my voice, I didn’t really I just whispered my question but in my head I was Jamaican. Well how ‘bout my man answered me just as quick as day…”Terminal Tree, Terminal Tree” now normally this would have me hysterically laughing because it is moments like this that confirms my belief that Puerto Ricans and West Indians just will NEVER be able to say “Three” correctly. However, I don’t think “ABM” would appreciate the joke so in my private way of still getting my laugh on I respond to him “Irie, Irie” privately I’m cracking up because what I really want to say to him “I really don’t understand why you are so angry mister but since my flight leaves in about an hour I’m not messing with you”.

Here we are at “Terminal Tree” I could just kiss the ground but instead I make a mental note to take a fukkin cab back home when I fly back into this bitch!

"JFK"......

JFK International Airport ….
Just Fukkin Krappy International Airport

One would gather that something as simple as a 45 minute flight would be simple and painless but “oh no” not on this show…..How ‘bout we start me running around my house at 10am still tossing garments into a suitcase and staring into my refrigerator but wondering where the food is….

I spoke to both Red and 604 this morning and they constantly remind me that maybe I’m involved in a little too much as because I have so many different items on my plate there is no room to eat. I will definitely have to revisit this thought after this trip but right now I need to get this show on the road.
1:30pm and I’m still hungry I decide to grab something from “Subway” to eat on the go, now I know my ride from Jersey City to World Trade Center is only two stops on the train so how I was able to swallow a 6” sub and a bag of chips in about 7 minutes is beyond me but I was just so grateful to have my first meal of the day.
So now I’m on the A train headed out to JFK and I’m struggling to keep my eyes open but fear that someone will run away with my luggage and man purse are enough to keep me awake. After a certain stop you can tell that the only people left on the train are people who plan on being in another state or country within a few hours or people that made some really BAD real estate decisions. Since the train has cleared out quite a bit I have found a few moments to people watch and cannot help but notice a brother trying to repair his suitcase and I’m thinking to myself “Well what the fuck did you expect for $19.99” and in no way is this a judgment call because we have all done it. Hell I remember when I purchased my first and last Louis Vuttution (catch the spelling) I was on cloud nine till I tried to put a textbook in that bitch and realized just exactly what really goes down on Canal Street. Now I notice that homeboy with the “bad bag” is asking for directions for how to get to the airport, I guess what I really noticed was that the guy he was asking was really cut but let me explain why……Not necessarily because he was so cute in the face but he had some eyes kind of reminded me of marbles I used to play with as a kid now the Kah Kah is that around one of those pretty eyes was a not so pretty black ring, now I’m not sure when the fight was but I tell you this homeboy did not run!

Ok so I ask “black and blue” where I should get off in order to catch the “Airtrain” he being the cool New Yorker that we all can be decided that he was going to show me a short and less expensive route to the airport and considering the money that I potentially could spend this weekend saving a few dollars could not hurt. I get directed to the Q10 bus to JFK now this is where the shit begins……

The Sun rose on the east......

This morning I will be working from home or something in that family. Preach will be coming in on the Red Eye at 6:30 and my first order of business is to be there to pick him up. Now I was there but I don't think anybody said I had to be awake because I was certainly knocked out sleep in my car when he arrived and was scared out of my sleep by him banging on my car door to let him in. Off we head to the Jersey Estates, now keep in mind I am still working from home so I have to host a call from home and it's all good because while I'm doing that Preach gets to snatch a little shut eye.

10am and my call is done and so is my work day for that matter. Preach and I have some time to just catch up and talk about what's been going on in our individual worlds. I also allow preach to come a little closer into the circle by sharing some very intimate video with him, he gets a chance to see "The Three Musketeers" in their prime Red, Vivacious and myself were a young hot mess but we were fabulous nonetheless. Preach is tickled as I share some stories from our younger days I think it's interesting as I see that Preach is beginning to understand the bond that we have.

12pm we are hungry.......Time to eat so Preach and I hit it over to Al's for breakfast and then we fight over the check.

*Wondering why I always have to fight with Preach to pay for stuff*

Back at the Jersey Estate and it's time for me to do laundry and go get a quick haircut, so now my laundry and face are so fresh and so clean so I decide to check my work mail to make sure there are no fires burning...Well nothing was on fire but it definitely got HOT! "BP" has just sent me an e-mail to say wassup and see how the day was going of course I'm cheezing from ear to ear but I must remained focused…..So I go read the e-mail one more time...(DOING THE CHICKEN HEAD DANCE!) then I go wake Preach up so we can go head into the city to hit his hotel.

Once, we get settled in the hotel I take Preach to the office he will be working out of tomorrow and show him how close it is in proximity to his hotel, I'm cracking up laughing as I watch my friend transform into the role of a New Yorker, literally, watching the way we walk soaking up how we live so he can live as a New Yorker for a day, I mean he even got it down to a science to the point where he was telling me where he was gonna have breakfast in the morning like he been here for 10 years or something.

(Audience laughs)

Next we hit the Village and I walk my boy around the little local hot spots and he is taken back by the number of "Happy People" just walking the streets just as happy as they want to be and really taken back by how young the kids are. I reflect to myself, 10 years ago Red, Vivacious and I were running these same streets looking like we cut class after 4th period. Interesting to see how so much has changed yet so much has stayed the same (MESSAGE!!) Next we hit "Cheers" for a drink now neither one of us has had a bite to eat but what the hell does that matter when it's happy hour! Now, thanks to a few family members who will remain nameless but if you read "Three Little Things" you know they are on the Irish side I am able to push back a few drinks no problem and Preach is watching me in amazement as the glasses come back empty every time while I'm watching him baby sit his one drink! Next thing I know I see "EX O'RED" standing by the door and again I'm thinking how some things change but most stay the same. Of course we on the show are nothing less than perfect so I go and greet "EOR" and we toss smart ass remarks back and forth and after we are all squared away I let him know how well Red is doing “WITHOUT” him and I ensure him that I will let Red know that he is doing the same shit….Oooops, I mean good!

So now I walk back over to Preach and I want to just fall out on the floor....

Why is Preach in his chair falling asleep??!!??

Now I know it's time for us to get outta here but not without having one more drink. So another round it is and then we round it on out of the door cuz it's time to eat!

Three Little Things.....

Three little things

I stole this idea from DLODF a fan and inspiration to the show....Tell me how I did Bro....Did I keep it real???



THREE THINGS I AM WEARING RIGHT NOW
1. Khakis
2. Sweater
3. Shoes and my Manpurse....can't forget the Manpurse!!!

THREE THINGS ON MY DESK
1. CD's
2. Keys
3. Fox Fone

THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE
1. Leave my mark on the world (I think that is what this Blog is about)
2. Pass out in Amsterdam (for obvious reasons)
3. Have a threesome (even I'm laughing at that one yall know better)

THREE GOOD WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY
1. Funny
2. Open
3. Clandestine (Who am I kidding I host a show where I'm the main character)

THREE BAD THINGS ABOUT MY PERSONALITY
1. The world
2. is not ready
3. for Foxybrown! (but my viewers love me and I love you back)

THREE PARTS OF MY HERITAGE
1. African (Nigerian)
2. Irish (Not sure where, but we all know HOW!!)
3. Ok just the two above right now but I'm still conducting research!

THREE THINGS I LIKE ABOUT MY BODY
1. My eyes, they tell a story, they listen, they can make you fall in love
2. My legs, now I can't ride a bike or climb a tree but I'll out run your bike any day
3. My penis........Yup I sure DO!

THREE THINGS I DON'T LIKE ABOUT MY BODY
1. My booty...It's wide but it aint got no weight on it....This is my opinion I know quite a few folks that think it’s Fat and Heavy!
2. My skin, though it is beautiful in color, everybody loves a Chocolate boy. I tell you my Dad blessed me with his rough alligator skin but he made up for it in (Things I like about my body #3 thanks daddy!)
3. Ok damnit there is not a whole lot I don't like about my body but I will tell yall this... When I was 18 I wanted to get plastic surgery to have "Chinese Eyes" and if anyone of yall lie and say yall didn't want them too you will be banned from the BLOG!

THREE THINGS MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME
1. I am shy. I just mask it very well (wait did I type shy or shady?? Oh hell, pick one!)
2. I have a Laundry fetish (I recently met someone who might be worse than myself so we will go to "WA" Washers Anonymous meetings together)
3. I have chronic Asthma; if you have smoked in front of me don't feel bad I take three pills a day that clears it all up. Just call me FAME because I'm gonna live forever. If you have smoked with me.....When are we gonna do it again????

THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST
1. "So and So gives me GAS".
2. "It is what it is".
3. "That's.....Fine"!

THREE PLACES I WANT TO GO
1. Barcelona
2. Amsterdam
3. Hell after the two listed above (especially #2) home to sleep!

THREE NAMES THAT I GO BY (other than normal name)
1. Foxy
2. Sam (I'm not explaining that one)
3. Michael!!!! (Used only when I make my mama really REALLY mad)

THREE SCREEN NAMES I HAVE HAD
1. I
2. WONT
3. TELL (but yall know I got some....)


Now this was just a quick midterm exam, you guys grade me and tell me how I did for the readers who don’t know me yall just gonna have to trust me on this one….

Let's take a long walk....

Sunday and we are up early getting into some extra-curricular activities and I'm loving every second of it "BP" is very passionate and we connect very well on quite a few levels and just think, this is just the beginning. Today was nothing less than perfect, you can pretty much tell how the morning started and it just got better. After we are all dressed and ready to hit the streets we check the schedules to see what time the buses and trains are heading out. We agree on a 6pm out of Port Authority which gives us about 7 hours together. I decide to take Boston to "Soul food for Sissies" once we finally find a parking spot and get to the restaurant "BP" tells me that he is not really feeling up to a sit down and chow breakfast that he would much rather grab something and go (I swear you gotta just love this guy) We take a little walk around the corner and find ourselves in the middle of a NYC Street Fair. Again here I go glowing again as we walk through the fair and then we hit.......THE FOOD!

I introduced him to some of my "fair favorites" and they quickly became his favorites too! When we walk out of the fair we are standing in front of "Grays Papaya" hands down the best hot dog joint in NYC! Of course I could not let him visit NY without having a Papaya Dog, one recession special later and we are going back through the fair where I introduce my boy to "Grilled Corn" grilled in the husk, you guys know I love a bro who can eat and "BP" made me stand on the side of the street so he could enjoy his corn. As I'm watching him I'm hoping to God that he is enjoying himself because I'm enjoying every second.

Next move is the Christopher Street Pier, where we watch the New Yorkers get their Sun Bathing on, we just look out across the Hudson River and talk, I notice I'm just staring at him but I can't help it I am having such a good time being in his company I kind of want to take a snapshot and hold on to this moment. It's about 3pm and we need to figure out our next move. Boston decides that he is going to stay one more night with me (inside I'm jumping for joy) outside I'm trying not to reflect my excitement. With this change in plans our rat race begins. We hit downtown by Ground Zero and then zipped back uptown to Harlem for a few more shopping runs, next stop is 34th street (more shopping) then Times Square all that running around and yall know this boy stil aint find his sneakers!!! (Audience laughs) I think we hit about 8 sneaker stores in a 2 hour time frame. At the end of the day I had fun running with him so that is all that matters. Now we need to figure out what we are going to do for dinner, all this shopping has us exhausted and hungry so out of all the options of places to go for dinner we decide to head back to Jersey and hit "Chengs".

Now on our way back to Jersey, Boston and I exchange stories on something hilarious that I think will bond us together for good but it just goes to show how we are everyday people and real shit can happen to anyone, for the sake of security I will not reveal the story that was shared but those VIP Bloggers have already been informed of the foolishness!

Sunday night we attempted to watch another movie but wound up watching each other sleep and honestly I think that was the way it should have been, for the life of me I cannot figure out why I'm so comfortable with this guy so comfortable that I decided to have one more hot episode before he left town. Once again I won't be giving you all the juicy details but I will say that we have unfinished business and I don't think either one of us can wait to close the deal!

When I was driving BP to the station Monday morning, he put some real shit in my head and made me confront some things that I normally don't like to take on and then left the ball in my court to give me something to think about (Slick Bastard). Needless to say I had an amazing weekend and I look forward to spending more time with "BP" and getting to know him better, so you guys can stay tuned for updates as I have a lot to go and think about, Ciao!

Hot in Harlem....

The weather is HOT as HELL and I'm still shopping with a vengeance with Mom and Sis. Red will be on the show next week so I'm picking out a few items for him here and there. When the Fox Fone rings with a foreign "212" number, my heart begins to race as I would bet a check on who is on the other end of the line. Sure enough it's BP and he is in Port Authority, I give him some quick directions on how to meet me in Harlem and then I go kiss my mom and sis and gracefully exit the scene and get ready for the next segment. 10 minutes later I'm down in the train station waiting on my boy when I notice I have no signal on the Fox Fone so I dart outside and like magic I have three voicemails I check them to find that not only has "Boston" arrived but he is out venturing the Harlem streets. I check for possible places that he could be and after my second glance I see him on a corner puffing on a Newport, as soon as he spots me he tosses the cigarette out as if I didn't know he smoked. We greet each other and we are off. I'm showing him my stomping grounds and where my family lives and all of the hot spots and I'm sure that I am glowing as I am doing this and he is watching me and taking it all in. BP is overwhelmed by the streets crowded with brothers and sisters shopping and enjoying the fantastic weather. I knew I wouldn't be able to go too long until Mama Fox busted her way onto the scene. I was asked to meet her on the corner of 125th and Lenox for no reason other than for her and my sis to get a look at what has had me so frazzled all morning long. My mom was very cordial to BP my sister and I are so alike in so many ways, she scanned "Boston" from head to toe and gave me a quick nod of approval (This is one of those occasions when I could just high 5 my mama n them all day long). After this weird meeting with the family we continue shopping before we head back to Jersey as BP is exhausted from his ride down to the city.

"Welcome to the Jersey Estates"

6pm and I'm giving Boston a tour of my place and we throw back a few beers and he begins to immediately crack jokes on my Christmas Tree that is still up and completely decorated as he though I was joking about my Tree still being up in prior conversations. We did not plan to run the streets all weekend but rather spend some quality time together, with that said I popped in some Gay soap opera Red bought for me in Atlanta a few weeks back. 25 minutes into the madness we were stretched out across the Futon in tears laughing at how bad this thing was I mean it was just horrible but we cracked up laughing and cuddled by the time disc one of this thing was done we were ready to fall out....Where did the time go it was already 10pm but the cuddling had led to kissing and the kissing had led to a few other things and before you know it is now 3am and time to get some grub. Off we go to Big Al's Diner at 4 in the morning, it was all good though as BP was down for whatever....

"A Special Day for Mr. A. Gay"....

On the way to breakfast with my Sister Fox, I get a call from "Mr. A. Gay" of the Baltimore Chapter, turns out that my boy has obtained a summer internship here in New York, so he will be chillin in the NYC this summer. I could have written this in another entry but I had to show my boy some love. A Black man making it happen deserves it's own segment. My boy is finishing up his first year of Graduate Studies and is embarking on an internship with a great firm in the greatest city in the world. I am so proud of him.

Stay Tuned for the Summer Intern Edition of "The Foxybrown Show" featuring "A. Gay".

(Audience Applauds)

"Happy Birthday Sister Fox"

Saturday morning and I'm feeling much better than I felt last night...I cannot believe that Boston Public cancelled....Well, not actually he called me at about 9pm to say that he just got in and could hit the road but wouldn't get in town till about 2 or 3am. I was kind of down with the plan either way it went but decided it best if he left in the morning. I am on the phone with Red on the warm line as this whole conversation goes down. After hanging up phone with I decided to pack a bag for The District. I figure just in case this all does not go down the way I want it to, I can hit town with my Road Dawg, I gotta say Red kept me strong through this whole deal because the Fox was feeling some kind of way about this all and it was every way but good.

It's 7:30am and I'm on the phone with Lil Sister Fox wishing her a Happy 26th Birthday, during this call I find out the Mama Fox has forgotten to update the show and inform me that my sister is off from work therefore, making her free to hang out. If I had known this ahead of time I would have cancelled plans to hang with. However, all hope is not lost just yet. BP calls around 8am to let me know he is on his way to the train station and will call me with the details of his train into NYC. I was a little shocked as with that call I realized the show was about to begin but I could not let it start without giving my lil sis some love.

What else could I do but pack up two Martini glasses and a Thermos full of the best Apple Martini's this side of the Hudson River and a jar of cherries...That's right I was a walking mini-bar! I was gunning the west side highway while talking to Red about my plans on surprising my sister with some early cocktails.

I arrive at my moms place and 15 minutes later lil sis and I are on our second drink and Mama Fox is walking around shaking her head, I know she thinks we are heathens but she loves us dearly and would cut a mans fingers off if he tried to mess up our good time!

I take my sis out to breakfast and we had a great time chatting it up over our "Soul Breakfast" of Smothered Pork Chops, Grits, Cheese Eggs, Macaroni & Cheese and Potato Salad....Only in Harlem can you get that kind of grub before noon!

Afterward we hit the strip 125th street and did a little shopping I had to hit sis off with something nice for her birthday.....A cute pair of New Balance and our Birthday shopping was done!

1pm......Still waiting on BP to get here....

Stunts and Phones...........

Ok, so this morning I'm on the phone with Preach and he has been filling me in on his tales with his frequent conversations with LJ. LJ is some dude that Preach met during the Boston Tea Party in DC a few weeks back. Now the meeting was very innocent and has progressed into a cute lil “associateship”. Preach has that effect on folks very nurturing and so on. I feel like pretty soon I may have to call her Mama Preach, then again there are those days when I put on my "Mama Coat" and have to learn Preach a few lessons at the end of the day it's called "Balance"

Anyhow, this morning Preach gives LJ a quick ring on the phone as they have not talked in a bit of time so it's more about trying to catch up and find out what's new in the world.

(Phone Rings)

LJ: "Hello"

Preach: "Where the hell you been"?

LJ: "Excuse Me".

Preach: "You heard me nigga...Where the hell you been"?

LJ: "Ummmmm....Who is this"?

At this point I would have assumed the LJ was in mixed company or with his boyfriend etc. Oh no, not Preach he's going to play this little game so we now go back to this regularly scheduled phone conversation.

Preach: "It's the love of your life".

LJ: "Uhhhhhh...I think your looking for my son LJ Jr. I am holding his cell phone for the weekend".

Preach: (Shaking on the phone) "Ooooh I'll give him a call at home (In her Becky Kappa Becky voice) thanks, have a great weekend"!

(Hangs Up)

Now of course immediately after this call Preach calls me to tell me about this scenario as if my morning has not been crazy enough I'm sitting at my desk in tears and my co-workers all think something is wrong with me but I'm sitting here trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with my friend. I swear I bet he will think twice before he picks up the phone to call LJ again.

I swear Preach you have really made my morning I'm going to salute you.....

I need all my readers to grab their Cell Phones and on the count of three "power down"

One............Two...........Nigga Please don't even think your that special on this show!

Everyone put your cell phones away and continue to have a FOXY day!

Ciao!