Monday, December 20, 2004


Boogers and cars

Why is it that people, excuse me, SOME people get in their car, drive down the street and decide to pick their noses? I mean damn, I've seen more people in the past month or so go to town in their nose while driving. I don't know. Maybe it's the change of weather or something that has increased the number of boogers folks have in their noses. I've begun a mental experiment that kicks off as soon as I turn onto the mean streets of the "A." My mental experiment involves taking note of how many people I drive past or sit next to at the light that are digging up their nose. doesn't matter the velocity, type of car or typical grid lock traffic. Folks will dig up their noses no matter what. All the while I'm thinking (and looking), "Ay...don't you see me over here looking at you while you're going to town in your nose?!? UGH! Nasty ass!" Bwhahahahaha! Damn! Have you no shame?!? Today, I was pulling out of the gas station. It was cold as hell. I was sitting at the light still trying to warm up. I look over to my left. What did I see? Who, but a Chinese lady going to town in her nose! I was shocked because I figured that the last person I'd see going to town in their nose would be a Chinese lady. Damn...she looked just like that lady at the Beauty Supply store I go to. Ima have to watch her more closely when I go into the store next time. Anyway, she looked at me and then tried to play it off. Busted!Whateva chic! I saw you! Ok...light turned green. I'm out! Another day I was on the E-way. I'm doing all of 70 mph. You know, the norm around here. Anyway, I glance over to my left and saw this lady in this little pitter put car. It appeared that her "song" was on the radio because she was bobbing her head to beat. But wait a minute. I know she ain't diggin up her nose AND bobbing her head to the beat! Yes. She. Was. I didn't even have time to give her the "I see you diggin up your nose" look. I kept on rollin down the E-way. Ok. One more instance. I was driving down the street. Stopped at light. Look to the right. I'll be damned. This cat was over there digging. I mean he was digging so hard. He was up in that mug. He wasn't even trying to be discreet. He had something up in that nostril that he just had to get. It was serious. I had to stop looking at him. It was disgusting. Besides, I didn't want want him to fling that thing on my window. I got the hell on as soon as the light changed. It's funny the things people do when they're in the privacy (or so they think) of their own car. I have to admit though. I was in my car the other day. I felt like a had a booger in my nose ready to come out. Although it was tempting to dig up my nose. I had to tell myself no. Just say no! Lucky for me, I had a pack of Kleenex in my car. hee hee I commenced to going to town in my nose...with my kleenex ofcourse!


Curiously Strong

I just had to share this real quick. I was at my favorite store, Target. Where else? I was in the line getting ready to check out. While standing there waiting, I took a gander at the gum, mints and candy section. The can of Altoids caught my eye. Hey...I've never seen those before. Besides, I did use my last Altoid earlier. I love Altoids. They're "all purpose". Free your mind people. Free your mind. Anywho...what was I saying? Oh yeah. This can of Altoids caught my eye. It wasn't the normal white and red (peppermint) can or blue and white (spearmint) can. It was gold/mustard and white...Ginger. Hey...why not? I love the Ginger salad dressing at Benihana's. I also like Ginger tea. I tossed them with the rest of my belongings in the check out line. After I left the store I tore that plastic off the can and popped that thang in my mouth. *timeout* Have you ever tasted something but anticipated the taste to be something different? Yeah...this was one of those times. *time in* Like I said, I popped that thang in my mouth. Baybay...Curiously strong was not the word for this here mint. I say GOT DAMN! WTF?!? (no time for gathering spit in my mouth) Patooey!! I spit that muhfucka out quick, fast and in a hurry. Yuck! If I continued to suck on that thang, I probably would have passed out. Not to mention, open every single pore in my body. Hell, I had to get a relaxer later that day. I didn't want my scalp to be on fire due to the opened pores. Damn! I think I'll stick to my Peppermint Altoids from now on. Ginger mint anyone???? And you thought I was stingy.'re wrong. You're more than welcome to have as many as you want. Go 'head. Take the whole can. (((smile)))

Sunday, December 19, 2004


Woulda, shoulda, coulda...

For lack of anything else to do and because this seems like a really interesting form of release....I am going to do this too.
Write something you'd like to say or should have said but never did to 11 people:

1. I see so much of you in me. Everybody says I look just like you. It's amazing. Even my mannerisms...I never thought there would be a day when I'd be quoting some of the same things you used to tell me then....and even still today. Now I understand what you mean by "a vision of the future depends upon a clear and intelligent interpretation of the past." It has also become my philosophy of life. Yet another thing I've gotten from you. I know I don't call and talk to you as much as I should. I want you to know that you are always on my mind and heart. I couldn't imagine not having you in my life. As a matter of fact, I don't imagine it. Even now, thinking of losing you brings tears to my eyes. I don't know where I'd be without you in my life. I hate to see you in pain. I hate that you have to go to dialysis three times a week. I'd love to give you my kidney but I know you wouldn't allow it. Anything to make you feel better. Thank you for everything. Thank you for transferring from Alabama State to Tennessee State and meeting that special someone in your life. For without her, there'd be no me. I'm not the best with words so I'll just end here. But before I go, I'd like to say again. I love you.

2. You are the sweetest person I know. You are my best friend. You have been a lifesaver to me. I appreciate everything you've done for me in the past and even today. You are truly a blessing. I always think about how I called you the morning of the day that I was being admitted into the hospital. Before I knew it, you purchased a plane ticket and was there with me no later than an hour after my admittance. While I was in labor, I saw the look of concern in your eyes. You hated to see me in pain. But each time I looked up and saw you, I felt a little better. Still in pain, nonetheless. But glad you were there with me. (smile) If I never appreciated you before, I appreciated you more than anything during that time and weeks after we came home from the hospital. You were there, not only for me, but my son. I can ALWAYS depend on you. I'd die without you.

3. Girl, we used to be the best of friends. What happened? You've always been like my little sister. I remember when we became friends. Summer 1990. I was a Varsity cheerleader and you were JV cheerleader. We had to be at cheerleading practice at damn near the butt crack of dawn 5 days a week. Your mother told you to ask me if you could ride with me to and from practice. You know...since we stayed around the corner from one another. I remember your mother used to always give you gas money to give to me. I'd always refuse it but you'd somehow manage to leave it in the car. Anyway, that summer we developed a great friendship that lasted for years to come. We've been through so much together. We had the typical big sister/little sister type of relationship. I went away to college and we still remained best friends. You'd call and write to update me on the latest high school drama and I'd do the same. I remember coming home for breaks and sitting over your house. We'd sit up and talk to your mama about everything. She would give us great advice about dealing with females and guys. I always loved sitting and talking with your mom. Fast forward a few years. You graduated from college and moved here. It seemed like we would become even closer. But we somehow drifted apart. All those years we were apart, we maintained a great friendship. We lived in the same city again and things just weren't the same. I don't know what happened. I know you hated your job, but damn. You became depressed and kept to yourself. Eventually, you moved back home because you hated it here. You missed your mama and grandmother. Shortly after moving back home, you lost your mother. I wanted to be there for you but I felt like you just pushed me away. I drove up for your mom's funeral. That had to be the saddest trip I've ever taken. It was the worst. I never cried so hard in my life at anybody's funeral. It was weird. My due date was mid December. I always had a feeling that I was going to have my baby early. I told you that I had a feeling that I was going to have my baby on or close to your mother's birthday. He came three weeks early....three days before her birthday. I couldn't believe it. It's been two years now. You're starting to call a little bit more but it's still not the same. I miss you girl. I really do.

4. You are my little angel. You are truly a blessing. I love your little body! I love your smile. I love your laugh. I used to love your cry. (smile) You have the funniest personality. I see so much of me in you. Whenever I have a bad day at work all it takes is for me to see you and nothing else matters. You are such a joy. You drive me crazy sometimes. But that comes with the territory. You're away for another week. I can't wait to see you baby. I can't wait to see you... I love you booga.

5. I used to feel as though I hated you. I like to think that I don't hate anybody. But...come to think of it. I know I hated your ass. You were truly despicable. I don't like to wish anything bad on anybody. But I'll tell you this, I don't wish anything good for you. I felt this way then and I still feel the same way. Minus the hate. You did me wrong boy. You did me wrong. I still can't believe you actually got married. *smh* Not that it matters, you're still trying to f**k me to this day. I'm not even having it. I mean, the sex is the bomb. Damn...that shit is good as hell. ain't even worth going through the heartache I went through with you. I wouldn't even let you smell my pu**y. Besides, I'm over you. I really am. Who would have thought I'd get over you? The day you got married, I was OVER you. Thanks for getting married. I think, rather, I KNOW you did me a big favor. Anyway, thanks for my child!

6. You are my DAWG!!!! I love you man. I really do. We have sooo much fun together. We haven't kicked it in a minute though. I love being around you. I love talking to you. You always seem to brighten my day. No matter how f**ked up it is. I can always count on you to get a chuckle. But...sometimes, you can be a bit shady! I've known your ass since we were 12 friggin' years old. Damn! I'm glad you moved down here but everytime we plan to do something, sh*t falls through. I'm wondering, is it because of your girlfriend? I mean, I know she used to accuse us of f*cking. She always thought we were f*cking. I mean, grant it, we have f*cked a few times but still. It was waaay before her. That was a long time ago, right? ha ha ha It's all good. Even though we did somehow manage to take it there, we've maintained our friendship. Friend sex is always good. We can't say we don't know each other in and out! Bwhaahahaha Is that wrong of me? She'd be mad as hell if she knew we actually have had sex before. Shiiit. She'll never hear it from me. But on the real, I'd never f*ck you again. Never!!!!

7. I love that I can talk to you about anything. Anything!!! I tell you things that I don't even tell my closest friends. What am I talking about? You are one of my closest friends. ha ha ha I mean, you know me like a book girl. It's sooo funny. I love that I can be very candid with you. I love that you accept me for me. What I don't love is your flighty ways. But that's no secret. I tell you that all the time. You're not really happy in your current relationship. I find myself telling you, "I told you so." You wanted so bad to get back with this person.Couldn't stop thinking about them. Somehow, ya'll have managed to get back together. They said they've changed since the last time ya'll were together. But time has only revealed that they haven't. I'm beginning to think you are a glutton for punishment. However, as of late, you've decided to "play" around. I'm not usually an advocate for cheating. But dammit, I'm glad you're doing your thing in this case. You need to move on. Foreal, foreal.

8. Wow...what can I say to you? I like you. I really do. I love your voice. I love our conversations. I like our chemistry. I wish we could spend more time together. You're there. I'm here. Would it even work? Should I even continue to put energy into something I'm not sure is going to even happen? Regardless, I love you as a friend. We go way back. But even then, we didn't take as much time as I would have liked to really get to know one another. I'm looking forward to getting to know you more and more and more....

9. You stankin' a** b*tch! Burn in the pits of hell! (gathering spit in my throat) Patooey! I spit on you. Be gone! I wish I didn't have to see your a**. You have got to be the phoniest person I know. Back stabbin heifa! I bet you think I'm stupid, huh? You think I don't have a clue. Little do you know.

10. I understand your job keeps you mad busy. I understand that you're out at sea and can't make phone calls. But damn. You used to call me every weekend. I could at least depend on hearing from you Saturdays through Mondays. As of late, ya'll haven't even been coming ashore but for a couple of hours. Well, at least you do call then. You're always talking about how you want to make me your woman. Baby, I need a little more than your words. Besides, I haven't seen you since June. You'd think you were overseas! Hell, your ass is just in the Gulf of Mexico. I'm glad that we've reconnected but I can't stand your damn job! F*ck all that damn oil! I know they pay good but damn! Me and long distance relationships don't work. I'm not needy but there are times when I just want my man with me. For obvious reasons... But you're not my man anyway. ha ha ha You're cool and all. But...I don't know. I wish I knew how you felt about me back then. I know I would have gotten with you. When I first came on the job, you looked out. You treated me like a little sister. You looked out for me. You always said you were leaving. We used to talk about how we had bigger plans than this job. A few years went by and you were still here. Unfortunately, I'm still here. But then, you did it. You left. I didn't think I'd talk to you again. But...thanks to our friend, we linked back up. You're still the same. I love that you make me laugh and keep me motivated. Thanks for everything. But on the real...I'm not waiting for you. You're my dawg but...nope. Can't do it. Is that wrong of me?

11. I thank God that I met you on that day in 1991. You have helped me a lot throughout the years. I know I can run to you whenever, wherever, however. You're like the sister I never had. I LOVE YOU.

Friday, December 17, 2004


Tis the season n' sh*t.

Here I am again. Yet another lonely holiday season. Damn, it seems like that damn time flew by. Wasn't it just Christmas? Sheesh! Now don't get me wrong. I'm not THAT lonely. However, I do miss having a special somebody to share my Christmas spirit with. I long to Christmas shop for that special somebody, other than myself. Is it just me or does anybody else seem to find more things for themselves when they go Christmas shopping? I got that sh*t bad. I'll be up in the store looking for a gift and I'll walk out of that mug giftless....not bagless. hee hee believe, I always find something for me. I'm not just talking about Christmas either. It never fails. Birthday gifts, thank you gifts....etc. Always the same thing. The focus always ends up on me. What does that say about me? *tsk, tsk, tsk* Now don't get me wrong, I do enjoy gift giving. I'm just trying to get away from always supplying myself with gifts as well! Either way, I haven't shopped for NOBODY yet. I'm not in the mood. *sigh* But anyway, I think I got away from my point. Come to think of it, I don't think I made a point. Where the heck am I going with this entry? Damn...sometimes I wish I possessed the creative intellect that my dearheart linesister KK and frat bruh Ted have. Such talent! Thank goodness for W.E.B. DuBois' Talented Tenth concept. Actually, I have to give accolades to all my blogness friends. We are a talented bunch of brothers and sisters. Seriously. Ok...enough of that. Back to my Bah humbugness... I am seriously not in the Christmas spirit. My son is away with the Sinister Minister for a couple of weeks. He'll be back the day after Christmas. So until then, I'm chillin...all alone. I'll probably be sitting around my cold ass apartment singing "What do the lonely do at Christmas?" singing..."What do they do? What do they do?" That song seems to have been my theme song for the past few Christmas seasons. Oh let me backtrack, I do have heat. My apartment just never seems to get warm enough for me. Hence my reference to my "cold apartment." Just in case you were wondering... Anyway, I'm not going to be all that lonely. I'm contemplating going to visit my out-of-town-lover/mynotman(kajuana, 2004) this weekend. Only damn Aunt Dot is scheduled to arrive this weekend as well. Damn her! But that might not be such a bad thing. The more I've been thinking about it, I feel like I'm putting too much energy into mynotman. I really like him. I know he likes me. We talk quite often. Everyday as a matter of fact. We visit each other whenever we can. Blah, blah, blah...I just don't know. I feel myself wanting....needing a little more than he's willing to give me at this time. I'm not trying to rush into a relationship or anything. I understand he not too long ago got out of a relationship but...I just...I don't know. I'm so confused!! I kind of touched on my feelings early on during a conversation he and I had. Basically, he told me to "relax." WTF? I mean...does asking questions about how he feels and me telling him how I feel make me NOT relaxed? I just want to know where I stand with him? You know? That was about a month ago. I know that I tend to "jump the gun" at times.Especially when it comes to my feelings. Not just in circumstances involving love though. Should I just continue to relax until told to do otherwise? Is there a time limit, better yet "schedule" for letting feelings/love reveal itself? I've never actually been good at the game of love. I'm such an emotional, hopeless romantic. I LOVE being in love. I LOVE to be loved. I LOVE everything about love. But I don't like the "game." I hate the game actually. (sound of gathering spit in my throat) Patooey!! Take that!'s that serious. Anyway, I've taken all kinds of twists and turns in this entry. From holiday lonliness to gift giving to notgiftgiving to lackness of Christmas spirit to blogness accolades back to loneliness to mynotman and And there you have it.


I am a Peacemaker Soul (who would have thought?)

Seriously, who came up with this? I got this from Singing. It may actually seem like my creative juices aren't flowing or I don't have sh*t going on in my life. Especially since my last two entries have been copy and pastey things. I do apologize. I'm going to kick it in high a minute. At least I hope so. I'm in the "park" gear right now. hee hee At any rate, I always fall victim to these types of things. My curiousity always gets the best of me!

You Are a Peacemaker Soul

You strive to please others and compromise anyway you can.
War or conflict bothers you, and you would do anything to keep the peace.
You are a good mediator and a true negotiator.
Sometimes you do too much, trying so hard to make people happy.

While you keep the peace, you tend to be secretly judgmental.
You lose respect for people who don't like to both give and take.
On the flip side, you've got a graet sense of humor and wit.
You're always diplomatic and able to give good advice.

Souls you are most compatible with: Warrior Soul, Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

Wednesday, December 15, 2004


Three Names You Go By

I told myself that I was going to do this three days ago. Needless to say, I didn't do it. Anyway, I got this from Will...who got this from Singing....who got this from Carletta who got it from Colleen who got it from....who knows? Anywho, feel free to take it from me and make it your own as well.

1. Yoyo
2. Brown Sugar
3. Nat (only a few people call me this. for some reason, they chose to shorten my name)
1. Honeybunzz
2. cutiepie345
3. gentle_breeze

1. My eyes
2. My smile
3. My sensitivity

1. I'm so unorganized at times
2. Moody
3. Too sensitive

1. African
2 American
2. Seminole

1. Death
2. Spiders
3. Financial failure

1. Faith
2. Love
3. Fun

1. Green Sweater
2. Sweatpants
3. One earring (i was on the phone)

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artists(at the moment)):
1. John Legend
2. Mary J. Blige (all time)
3. Usher (i want me some Usher)

1. Free Yourself - Fantasia
2. Drop it like it's Hot (Snoop & Pharrell)
3. Bring em out - T.I.

1. Budgeting My Money Better
2. Spending even more quality time with my son.
3. Maintain a healthy (physically & mentally) lifestyle

1. Honesty
2. Humor
3. Support (emotional & physical)

1. I am an only child
2. I have a bubbly personality
3. I'm not stingy

1. Smile/Lips
2. Eyes
3. Hands

1. Effectively manage my time.
2. Being fake
3. Bite my tongue

1. Reading
2. Traveling
3. Shopping

1. Cuddle with somebody special
2. Kiss somebody special
3. Continue cuddling with somebody special

1. TV Producer
2. Video Producer
3. Teacher

1. Brazil
2. Paris, France
3. Amsterdam

1. Massai (my son's name...means 1st born in Swahili)
2. Laila (I love this name for a little girl)
3. Nia

1. Financial freedom
2. Have faith in everything that I do
3. Write/Produce/Direct a movie

Wednesday, December 08, 2004


I am Woman!!!

I just read The Brutha Code's entry titled, "I wanna be fine" and it brought back a couple of childhood/pre-teen memories. For one, he talked about how he used to stand in the sunlight to make his eyes lighter. I just want to know where we come up with stuff like that? Was there some sort of universal childhood/teen book for dummies? I mean, nobody told me about that "trick" but I too did the same damn thing. Unbeknown to me, I already had "pretty light brown eyes." (batting my eyes) As I mentioned in his comment section, I think I was blinded by the light...sunlight that is. hee hee Ok. But that thought alone is not what triggered my mind to write this entry. I started thinking about how I use to....damn, I hate to admit this, but....I used to put toilet tissue, kleenex....socks (preferably footies)...whatever I could find that gave the slight indication that I was woman, hear me roar, in my training bra. *hanging my head in shame* Yes....yes. I know. I know. Who would have thought? I don't even know what got me started doing that mess. I mean, I read "Are you there God, It's me Margaret?" and did the "I must. I must. I must increase my bust" exercise but it just wasn't working fast enough for my underdeveloped body. I mean, I was in the 5th grade, had taken sex education and noticed that all of my girlfriends were developing tittays. (say like Dave Chappelle would) All but me. All I had to show was a little overgrown nipplege. How was I going to compete with them? I mean, I had my Chic jeans that showed off my junk, rather, slight debris, in my trunk. I had to step it up a notch...or two, in this case. So what did I do? Hmmm.....*past time lightbulb* I befriended my sock drawer. As stated previously, I prefered footies because they weren't as thick as regular socks. Plus, they had that little ball that could possibly symbolize a nipple. LOL Little did I know!!! Anyway, I remember one particular day I was hanging out with some friends in the 'hood after school. We were running and playing up and down the street. Ok...why...oh why....did my sock fall out of my bra?!? One of the little boys saw this and said, " dropped something!" I was soooo embarrassed! OMG! I couldn't even begin to tell you exactly how embarrassed I was. I mean, I was found out! My secret was disclosed ya'll! To this day, I'm known as the "sock tittie girl." *still hanging my head in shame*

Tuesday, December 07, 2004


Crack Killed Applejack...

"Crack killed Applejack. He jumped in and he couldn't jump back."

As I was getting my daily read on of some of my favorite blogs, I came across Southern Belle's entry, "Aint no such thang as half-way crooks." She talked about how somebody tried to sell her some damn crack up in the club. WTF?!? Anyway, you know me...always reminiscing. No...not about smoking or selling crack. I mean, I know I'm from Flint but damn. Give me some credit. Ok...anyway. It made me think about this song that used to come on the radio when I was...I the 7th or 8th grade. Come to think of it, it seems like a lot of my nostalgic moments derive from circa 1986-1988. But that's neither here nor there. The song was called "Crack Killed Applejack." And it goes a little something like this...hit it! (hee hee) "Crack killed Applejack. He jumped in and he couldn't jump back. He was just too blind to see that... death lives in the rockhouse." Ok...would you believe that some have challenged me and said that this song does not exist? Au contrare mon frair. (who care's if i spelled or used that phrase wrong. i've always said it, not spelled it. although, i could ask Edwige for her French expertise. Dammit, I minored in Spanish not French.) Anywho, I beg to differ. I remember EVERYTHING people. There's not much that I don't remember. Ask some of my closest friends and they will tell you. Brown Sugar NEVER forgets anything. Well...that is unless you call me during late night hours while I'm sleeping and I happen to answer the phone. I'm bound to say or tell you anything AND will forget what I said or even that I spoke to you at all the following day. I'm working on that. But again, that's neither here nor there. What the hell was I saying?!? Oh ok....just know that there's NOT MUCH that I don't remember. Anyway, a few of my friends and family members swear that I made that damn song up. I know I'm not crazy!'s where Brown Sugar needs your help. Tell me that you know the song in which I'm speaking of AS WELL as who sung it. Ok so I fibbed a little bit. I don't remember every damn thing. I can't seem to remember who sung that song. Damn! While I'm thinking about it....there is another song that some insist on challenging me about but is completely off this particulary crack-esque entry. It's called "Alligator Woman." I always thought that was a Cameo song. Was it? Can somebody tell me? Can somebody help Brown Sugar out with this query? Please? I need to know where I can locate this song and who sung it so that I can show and prove. (applies to both songs) Come to think of it, I'm sure I could have asked The Brutha Code. He seems to remember a lot of things from back in the day. I challenge you "Brutha" to get this information for me. Show me some of that "Coleman" love. *wink, wink* Oooh...while you at it.... see if you can locate "Appollonia 6." That was one of my favorite cassette tapes back in the day. I let one my girlfriend's brother "borrow" it back in the day. Needless to say, he never returned it. That muthafreaker.... Speaking of Appollonia....why was I chillin' with my "not man" this weekend and overheard him speaking to somebody on the phone. He asked how their daughter, "Appollonia" was doing. It took every bit of me not to roll on the floor laughing my ass off. LOL WTF?!? I'm not even going to dwell on that. I just want to know why???? Maybe this name has some meaning that I'm not familiar with. That's a whole 'notha topic that can be used for later. hee hee Ok before I go, let's do a recap of what i need from you.
  1. Is there really such a song as "Crack Killed Applejack?" If so, who sung it?
  2. Is there really such a song as "Alligator Woman?" If so, who sung it?
  3. Where can I locate an "Appollonia 6" cd? (I'll even take cassette or album)

Alright then. I'm outtie....5000 G! ha ha ha

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