Tuesday, May 31, 2005
What it be like yo?
So...
I know you're wondering why I haven't posted. How does having TWO two year olds sound? My linesister and her two year old daughter have been here for a week. Those two are NONSTOP. Literally. My linesister's daughter stays up later than my son (time change). It is so funny...but not funny because every other minute she's saying, "Mommy..mommy...mommy" in this little high pitched voice. Too cute... At least it was the first night. LOL I told my LS that her daughter sounds like those little Magwi's (sp?) from Gremlins. I kept thinking about this scene in the movie where the Magwi's wanted something to eat. They were hollering in that little box and making these crazy sounds. LOL That's how she sounds at night when she's fighting her sleep. I had to break out the Gremlins VHS movie and stick it in the VCR so that she could see what I was talking about. We were ROLLING because I had the sounds down pat! Ok...I guess you had to be there.
At any rate, I just wanted to let you know what I've been up to. We also took them to Disney World. We had a good time. I know now that my son does not "do" the costume characters. He bailed out of a moving stroller when he saw me going towards Mickey Mouse. LOL OMG! It was the funniest thing.
Also, my son has picked up this habit of tattle tellling. Already? "Oooooh Ima tell my mama you!" All said while pointing finger. He doesn't say ON you - Just YOU. Between listening to the two of them yelling NO and YES at each other....oh and figthing over each other's toys....nutter butters...teddy grahams.....you name it, I've been enjoying spending time with them all. Believe it or not.
However, I have to mention that my linesister and her daughter will be leaving tomorrow. My son will be leaving on Saturday for a MONTH! I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. Well...I do have some things planned. But in between those things, I don't know what I'm going to do.
Alright, I have to finish bathing sonny boy and company. *smile*
I know you're wondering why I haven't posted. How does having TWO two year olds sound? My linesister and her two year old daughter have been here for a week. Those two are NONSTOP. Literally. My linesister's daughter stays up later than my son (time change). It is so funny...but not funny because every other minute she's saying, "Mommy..mommy...mommy" in this little high pitched voice. Too cute... At least it was the first night. LOL I told my LS that her daughter sounds like those little Magwi's (sp?) from Gremlins. I kept thinking about this scene in the movie where the Magwi's wanted something to eat. They were hollering in that little box and making these crazy sounds. LOL That's how she sounds at night when she's fighting her sleep. I had to break out the Gremlins VHS movie and stick it in the VCR so that she could see what I was talking about. We were ROLLING because I had the sounds down pat! Ok...I guess you had to be there.
At any rate, I just wanted to let you know what I've been up to. We also took them to Disney World. We had a good time. I know now that my son does not "do" the costume characters. He bailed out of a moving stroller when he saw me going towards Mickey Mouse. LOL OMG! It was the funniest thing.
Also, my son has picked up this habit of tattle tellling. Already? "Oooooh Ima tell my mama you!" All said while pointing finger. He doesn't say ON you - Just YOU. Between listening to the two of them yelling NO and YES at each other....oh and figthing over each other's toys....nutter butters...teddy grahams.....you name it, I've been enjoying spending time with them all. Believe it or not.
However, I have to mention that my linesister and her daughter will be leaving tomorrow. My son will be leaving on Saturday for a MONTH! I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. Well...I do have some things planned. But in between those things, I don't know what I'm going to do.
Alright, I have to finish bathing sonny boy and company. *smile*
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Freaky Friday (literally)
***WARNING!!!***
If you are one that is sensitive to HOB© details. Don't read this shit. If you are offended after reading, I don't want to hear how offended you are. I warned your monkey ass from jumpstart. Besides, as I stated on my opening page, I'm liable to talk about anything. Secondly, don't mistake anything that I say for me not being a lady. You can kiss my ass if you think otherwise.
Thanking you in advance.
Well...
After we (we being bloggers) said our goodbyes, I was homeward bound. For the night was not over for me. It was only the beginning. I was NOT prepared for what the night had in store. Let me just say this in advance: Ladies, specifically future brides, when your groom- to -be says he is having a bachelor party.....you better be concerned. I repeat, YOU.BETTER.BE.CONCERNED. Not so much about what he's going to be doing - but the POTENTIAL of what could, can or WILL happen.
Let me back up a bit....
My soon to be married friend/former cut buddy from years past, called me up earlier last week and asked if he could have his bachelor party at my spot. Ofcourse, Brown Sugar wouldn't be Brown Sugar if she said no. Right? LOL at me speaking in third person and shit. LOL Anyway, he briefly told me that his boys had previously made arrangements to get a hotel room, but then he thought about me. Hmmm.....wondering what prompted him to think about me? LOL So he called me up and asked me if I'd mind hosting his "party." Cool...whatever. He said that he met these girls in a local mall here who said they were strippers at Strokers. Well...*raised eyebrow* he asked them if they would be down to dance/strip at his bachelor party. He said they agreed and exchanged numbers. Well, you know me, I was like, "Strokers? Ok...cool." *thinking about all that I would soon be privy to witness first-hand*
At any rate, my soon to be married friend/former cut buddy from years past, started hitting me up via my cell phone while I was socializing with my blog buddies. I missed his first few calls. He was calling to let me know that they had just left the wedding rehearsal/dinner and was headed to my spot. Damn! Already? Luckily, we were wrapping it up pretty early so I wouldn't feel like I missed out on anything. LOL Is it just me or does it seem like when you've been drinking, you don't realize how much you've been drinking until you stand up and start walking? LOL No matter how many plates of fries you shared with friends! LMAO! As I drove home, I made several phone calls. I even called MyNotMan (Kajuana 2004) who is 2 1/2 hours hours. Is it just me or does it seem like when you're drunk you call every damn body? Anyway, if my memory serves me correctly, he wasn't talking about shit. So our conversation was short & sweet. More like short and BLAH. Memo to self: Why...oh why do you continue to entertain yourself with this cat who you hardly ever see anymore? I REALLY need to get out and meet more men. Seriously. But that's neither here nor there. You want to hear some HOB© details. Right? Riiiight!
Moments after I arrived home the groom to be and his friend pulled up. Soon there after, a few more fellas arrived and so on and so on. The groom's cousin, who's a female, showed up too. She's mad cool and didn't mind being surrounded by a few good men and some stripper bitches. LOL *slapping knee* I am terrible!!!! Anywho, the party got a little "crunk" and eventually, the strippers showed up. They were requesting some food and weed. *blank stare* WTF-ever! Bitch get yo ass in there, change and bring yo ass out here. We want to see some asses jigglin. The nerve! We didn't even entertain their ghetto asses on that tip. LOL Little did they know they were surrounded by three facets of law enforcement. Police, Corrections and the DA's office. *smh* No clue! Straight up ghetto queens.
I was the gracious host and started off by offering the stripper chics shots of alcohol. They kept requesting some damn Grey Goose. LOL Bitch, I don't know about Grey Goose but we got some, hell, I can't even remember the name of that Vodka the fellas brought up in here. Anyway....."here ya go honey. Drink up!" Oh...best believe that in between giving them shots, I was taking shots myself. My buzz was wearing off I had to "freshen" it up a bit. I couldn't view all that ass in a sober state of mind. No way. In addition to making sure these stripper chics were feeling "nice" I had to make sure those chics weren't pocketing any of my personal belongings. They already had their hands on my KING magazine with Trina on it from last year. Yeah...I have a King magazine. The Illest men's magazine ever! So it says on the cover... What? *shrugs* I too admire a beautiful woman's body. Maybe not for the same reasons men do but I do. Shoot. They had KiToy from Outkast's I like the way you move video in there... When I tell you she has the biggest and most perfect ass I've EVER seen in my life....I tell you no lie. She even gave some tips on how to attain such an ass. I made sure to take notes. Ok...I'm getting away from the subject at hand. Where was I?
Lights dimmed....music blaring....ATL style ofcourse. Meaning, booty shake music all night. *stripper perfume floating through air* What the heck is that shit anyway? I swear, it always smells the same. *shrugs* I think I failed to mention that these stripper chics weren't "lookers" by any means. *sticking finger in mouth* Yick! And they said they strip at Strokers?!? Yeah right. If they do, they must be the straight up "B" list strippers. But I digress... The lead stripper chic had the BIGGEST titties I've seen up close and personal. She made my C cups look like A cups. LOL Training bra status, even! I said, GOT DAMN! Do you see what I see? LOL Ok, so they're doing their thing. The groom's cousin and I are sitting in the cut looking and shaking our heads. It was so funny seeing these men transform from quiet, reserved cats to yelling "Awwww yeah baby! Shake dat azz! Show me dat pussy!*sounds of asses smacking* I was sitting down minding my own business when one of the stripper chics came over to me and asked me if I wanted a dance. *looking around* Do I look like I want a dance?!? LOL I said, "Naw baby. Just take care of him. *points to groom* Ofcourse, he's the one that sent her over to me. But shit. I wasn't giving out naah single. Not naah one. You hear me?
Meanwhile, the groom is getting his own personal lap dance. The stripper chic was all on him...butt.booty.ass.naked.coochie.exposed.like.WHAT?!? He (the groom) called me over so that I could witness up close and personal what he was seeing. As if I couldn't see from where I was. But hey...I went anyway. He was holding her pussy and trying to get me to touch it. I was like, "Uh uh!!" He was like, "C'mon "Brown Sugar", you mean to tell me that you wouldn't fuck wit this? *thinking...looking at pussy....thinking again....* Naw dawg. I wouldn't. See for you to understand why he'd even come at me like that, you'd have to understand our past. This is a guy who basically, for lack of better words, turned my ass out. He was the type of guy that could talk my ass into doing just about anything....sexually. One minute we're sitting around drinking. Next minute, I'm butt.booty.ass.naked with a girl eatting my coochie. That type of thing. No...this is not what happened THIS night. I'm just trying to give you an idea of what type of things we did. Yeah. Dude was off the chain. Shit....I guess in a sense, I wasn't too far off the chain myself. He was the type of guy that brought the freak out of me. Shit. He's the ONLY guy that brought the freak out of me. Thank goodness he's married now! LOL We've done some damage in our days. GOT DAMN! *just thinking*
I asked him earlier in the week what the heck was he going to do once he got married. For one, dude is a straight up ladies man. AND he requires that his woman be open-minded. His wife is NOT open-minded like that. He was a little concerned about that himself. He said he can't convince her to have sex in the car in the middle of the day with the possibility of somebody walking by. He said he has YET to convince her to give him some fire ass head while he's driving his car. But he said he feels like he may be able to loosen her up a bit. After all, he loosened my ass up. However, the difference with me is that I was and still am open-minded. Anyway, he and I are old news. Like, damn 6 -7 years old news. We were just each other's sex toys back then and maybe a few times in between. *smile* Even though I did start catching feelings. But that's another story. LOL That's my dawg now! I have NO feelings for him whatsoever.
Back to the party....
The groom put in a request to the lead stripper chic for some girl on girl action. Now...we can't have no bachelor party without some girl on girl action. Can we? *shaking head from side to side* Nope!
The lead stripper chic demanded more money for doing girl on girl. The groom convinced her that they would be taken care of through tips. Well, she made a musical request. She wanted to hear Lovers and Friends by Lil Jon, Usher and Ludacris. She kept hollering out, "Number 12! Number 12!" Whatever....number 12 it is sweetie. We all gathered around. Well, you know me, I had to get a front row seat. Literally. One stripper girl laid on the floor.
The other stripper girl laid on the floor in front of her...in between her legs. It appears she was waiting for the music to que up before she got to licking! LMAO! I was thinking, "Let the damn show begin bitch!" Here goes...she gets to licking and sucking and licking.... I looked around at all those fools. They're all drooling. LOL One guy is rubbing on the girl who is getting licked, titties. They're coaxing them on. One dude started complaining that she wasn't doing a good job because the girl didn't seem to be phased. Then the "licker" started complaining in between licks, that they weren't tipping. I told her, "Sweetie...don't worry about no damn tips. You'll be taken care of. Just keep on licking that pussy." *looking from side to side* Did I say that? It was wild. Out of nowhere, this big ass KING dingaling vibrator popped up. The girl started inserting the vibrator into the other girl's coochie. Talk about a freak show! I felt like I was witnessing a real live porno! The groom took over and started inserting the King dingaling. Meanwhile, the stripper chic continued to lick. One of the guys started sucking on the other stripper girl's tittie. I guess they were trying to cover all bases. They even tried to get me to suck her other tittie? What?!? In front of all of you?!? Hellous Nous! (Will 2004) Next thing I know, somebody was rubbing on my booty. Nigga if you don't get your nasty hands off my ass.... Apparently, he must have been feeling frisky and thought he was going to get a free feel or an offer to stay the night. Puhleeze! *said incorporated with spit shower* You gets nothing! *looks him up and down and then back at the live porn show* Besides, I didn't know him. He must have me mistaken with somebody else. It ain't THAT easy! You got to put in some work for this pussy! Sheeeeit!
Before the night's end/morning's dawn, I witnessed about four guys go in and out of one of my bedrooms with one stripper. (seperate times) I even walked in on another guy f*cking another one of the strippers. It was a whole lot of f*cking going on. All I know is that I was ready for those mugs to leave. Eventually, they all left. With the exception of the groom. He stayed the night. He took a shower and fell in my bed butt.booty.ass.naked. I took a shower and jumped in the bed after him. We didn't do a damn thing. I didn't want to anyway and he didn't try. I was proud of him. LOL With all that pussy around him, he didn't lay up in any of it. I thought about patting him on his back. But...I didn't want him to think I was trying to get his attention for some last minute before- one -gets- married - dick. I had to be at work in three hours and a wedding in 15 hours. It was going to be a long ass day. As I drifted off to sleep, I remember shaking my head and thinking, "What the hell just happened?
If you are one that is sensitive to HOB© details. Don't read this shit. If you are offended after reading, I don't want to hear how offended you are. I warned your monkey ass from jumpstart. Besides, as I stated on my opening page, I'm liable to talk about anything. Secondly, don't mistake anything that I say for me not being a lady. You can kiss my ass if you think otherwise.
Thanking you in advance.
Well...
After we (we being bloggers) said our goodbyes, I was homeward bound. For the night was not over for me. It was only the beginning. I was NOT prepared for what the night had in store. Let me just say this in advance: Ladies, specifically future brides, when your groom- to -be says he is having a bachelor party.....you better be concerned. I repeat, YOU.BETTER.BE.CONCERNED. Not so much about what he's going to be doing - but the POTENTIAL of what could, can or WILL happen.
Let me back up a bit....
My soon to be married friend/former cut buddy from years past, called me up earlier last week and asked if he could have his bachelor party at my spot. Ofcourse, Brown Sugar wouldn't be Brown Sugar if she said no. Right? LOL at me speaking in third person and shit. LOL Anyway, he briefly told me that his boys had previously made arrangements to get a hotel room, but then he thought about me. Hmmm.....wondering what prompted him to think about me? LOL So he called me up and asked me if I'd mind hosting his "party." Cool...whatever. He said that he met these girls in a local mall here who said they were strippers at Strokers. Well...*raised eyebrow* he asked them if they would be down to dance/strip at his bachelor party. He said they agreed and exchanged numbers. Well, you know me, I was like, "Strokers? Ok...cool." *thinking about all that I would soon be privy to witness first-hand*
At any rate, my soon to be married friend/former cut buddy from years past, started hitting me up via my cell phone while I was socializing with my blog buddies. I missed his first few calls. He was calling to let me know that they had just left the wedding rehearsal/dinner and was headed to my spot. Damn! Already? Luckily, we were wrapping it up pretty early so I wouldn't feel like I missed out on anything. LOL Is it just me or does it seem like when you've been drinking, you don't realize how much you've been drinking until you stand up and start walking? LOL No matter how many plates of fries you shared with friends! LMAO! As I drove home, I made several phone calls. I even called MyNotMan (Kajuana 2004) who is 2 1/2 hours hours. Is it just me or does it seem like when you're drunk you call every damn body? Anyway, if my memory serves me correctly, he wasn't talking about shit. So our conversation was short & sweet. More like short and BLAH. Memo to self: Why...oh why do you continue to entertain yourself with this cat who you hardly ever see anymore? I REALLY need to get out and meet more men. Seriously. But that's neither here nor there. You want to hear some HOB© details. Right? Riiiight!
Moments after I arrived home the groom to be and his friend pulled up. Soon there after, a few more fellas arrived and so on and so on. The groom's cousin, who's a female, showed up too. She's mad cool and didn't mind being surrounded by a few good men and some stripper bitches. LOL *slapping knee* I am terrible!!!! Anywho, the party got a little "crunk" and eventually, the strippers showed up. They were requesting some food and weed. *blank stare* WTF-ever! Bitch get yo ass in there, change and bring yo ass out here. We want to see some asses jigglin. The nerve! We didn't even entertain their ghetto asses on that tip. LOL Little did they know they were surrounded by three facets of law enforcement. Police, Corrections and the DA's office. *smh* No clue! Straight up ghetto queens.
I was the gracious host and started off by offering the stripper chics shots of alcohol. They kept requesting some damn Grey Goose. LOL Bitch, I don't know about Grey Goose but we got some, hell, I can't even remember the name of that Vodka the fellas brought up in here. Anyway....."here ya go honey. Drink up!" Oh...best believe that in between giving them shots, I was taking shots myself. My buzz was wearing off I had to "freshen" it up a bit. I couldn't view all that ass in a sober state of mind. No way. In addition to making sure these stripper chics were feeling "nice" I had to make sure those chics weren't pocketing any of my personal belongings. They already had their hands on my KING magazine with Trina on it from last year. Yeah...I have a King magazine. The Illest men's magazine ever! So it says on the cover... What? *shrugs* I too admire a beautiful woman's body. Maybe not for the same reasons men do but I do. Shoot. They had KiToy from Outkast's I like the way you move video in there... When I tell you she has the biggest and most perfect ass I've EVER seen in my life....I tell you no lie. She even gave some tips on how to attain such an ass. I made sure to take notes. Ok...I'm getting away from the subject at hand. Where was I?
Lights dimmed....music blaring....ATL style ofcourse. Meaning, booty shake music all night. *stripper perfume floating through air* What the heck is that shit anyway? I swear, it always smells the same. *shrugs* I think I failed to mention that these stripper chics weren't "lookers" by any means. *sticking finger in mouth* Yick! And they said they strip at Strokers?!? Yeah right. If they do, they must be the straight up "B" list strippers. But I digress... The lead stripper chic had the BIGGEST titties I've seen up close and personal. She made my C cups look like A cups. LOL Training bra status, even! I said, GOT DAMN! Do you see what I see? LOL Ok, so they're doing their thing. The groom's cousin and I are sitting in the cut looking and shaking our heads. It was so funny seeing these men transform from quiet, reserved cats to yelling "Awwww yeah baby! Shake dat azz! Show me dat pussy!*sounds of asses smacking* I was sitting down minding my own business when one of the stripper chics came over to me and asked me if I wanted a dance. *looking around* Do I look like I want a dance?!? LOL I said, "Naw baby. Just take care of him. *points to groom* Ofcourse, he's the one that sent her over to me. But shit. I wasn't giving out naah single. Not naah one. You hear me?
Meanwhile, the groom is getting his own personal lap dance. The stripper chic was all on him...butt.booty.ass.naked.coochie.exposed.like.WHAT?!? He (the groom) called me over so that I could witness up close and personal what he was seeing. As if I couldn't see from where I was. But hey...I went anyway. He was holding her pussy and trying to get me to touch it. I was like, "Uh uh!!" He was like, "C'mon "Brown Sugar", you mean to tell me that you wouldn't fuck wit this? *thinking...looking at pussy....thinking again....* Naw dawg. I wouldn't. See for you to understand why he'd even come at me like that, you'd have to understand our past. This is a guy who basically, for lack of better words, turned my ass out. He was the type of guy that could talk my ass into doing just about anything....sexually. One minute we're sitting around drinking. Next minute, I'm butt.booty.ass.naked with a girl eatting my coochie. That type of thing. No...this is not what happened THIS night. I'm just trying to give you an idea of what type of things we did. Yeah. Dude was off the chain. Shit....I guess in a sense, I wasn't too far off the chain myself. He was the type of guy that brought the freak out of me. Shit. He's the ONLY guy that brought the freak out of me. Thank goodness he's married now! LOL We've done some damage in our days. GOT DAMN! *just thinking*
I asked him earlier in the week what the heck was he going to do once he got married. For one, dude is a straight up ladies man. AND he requires that his woman be open-minded. His wife is NOT open-minded like that. He was a little concerned about that himself. He said he can't convince her to have sex in the car in the middle of the day with the possibility of somebody walking by. He said he has YET to convince her to give him some fire ass head while he's driving his car. But he said he feels like he may be able to loosen her up a bit. After all, he loosened my ass up. However, the difference with me is that I was and still am open-minded. Anyway, he and I are old news. Like, damn 6 -7 years old news. We were just each other's sex toys back then and maybe a few times in between. *smile* Even though I did start catching feelings. But that's another story. LOL That's my dawg now! I have NO feelings for him whatsoever.
Back to the party....
The groom put in a request to the lead stripper chic for some girl on girl action. Now...we can't have no bachelor party without some girl on girl action. Can we? *shaking head from side to side* Nope!
The lead stripper chic demanded more money for doing girl on girl. The groom convinced her that they would be taken care of through tips. Well, she made a musical request. She wanted to hear Lovers and Friends by Lil Jon, Usher and Ludacris. She kept hollering out, "Number 12! Number 12!" Whatever....number 12 it is sweetie. We all gathered around. Well, you know me, I had to get a front row seat. Literally. One stripper girl laid on the floor.
The other stripper girl laid on the floor in front of her...in between her legs. It appears she was waiting for the music to que up before she got to licking! LMAO! I was thinking, "Let the damn show begin bitch!" Here goes...she gets to licking and sucking and licking.... I looked around at all those fools. They're all drooling. LOL One guy is rubbing on the girl who is getting licked, titties. They're coaxing them on. One dude started complaining that she wasn't doing a good job because the girl didn't seem to be phased. Then the "licker" started complaining in between licks, that they weren't tipping. I told her, "Sweetie...don't worry about no damn tips. You'll be taken care of. Just keep on licking that pussy." *looking from side to side* Did I say that? It was wild. Out of nowhere, this big ass KING dingaling vibrator popped up. The girl started inserting the vibrator into the other girl's coochie. Talk about a freak show! I felt like I was witnessing a real live porno! The groom took over and started inserting the King dingaling. Meanwhile, the stripper chic continued to lick. One of the guys started sucking on the other stripper girl's tittie. I guess they were trying to cover all bases. They even tried to get me to suck her other tittie? What?!? In front of all of you?!? Hellous Nous! (Will 2004) Next thing I know, somebody was rubbing on my booty. Nigga if you don't get your nasty hands off my ass.... Apparently, he must have been feeling frisky and thought he was going to get a free feel or an offer to stay the night. Puhleeze! *said incorporated with spit shower* You gets nothing! *looks him up and down and then back at the live porn show* Besides, I didn't know him. He must have me mistaken with somebody else. It ain't THAT easy! You got to put in some work for this pussy! Sheeeeit!
Before the night's end/morning's dawn, I witnessed about four guys go in and out of one of my bedrooms with one stripper. (seperate times) I even walked in on another guy f*cking another one of the strippers. It was a whole lot of f*cking going on. All I know is that I was ready for those mugs to leave. Eventually, they all left. With the exception of the groom. He stayed the night. He took a shower and fell in my bed butt.booty.ass.naked. I took a shower and jumped in the bed after him. We didn't do a damn thing. I didn't want to anyway and he didn't try. I was proud of him. LOL With all that pussy around him, he didn't lay up in any of it. I thought about patting him on his back. But...I didn't want him to think I was trying to get his attention for some last minute before- one -gets- married - dick. I had to be at work in three hours and a wedding in 15 hours. It was going to be a long ass day. As I drifted off to sleep, I remember shaking my head and thinking, "What the hell just happened?
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Question of the day?
I was speaking with a fellow blogger who mentioned a rumor about an artist. It sparked a question in my head....... *thinking to self*
How do rumors get started?
Can anyone tell me? I'm not one to actually START a rumor. I'm usually good at spreading it though. LOL Not spreading it like "I'm telling everybody I know" type thing. But if the shit is juicy, I gotta tell somebody. LMAO Rumors only. Rumors only. Now...if you tell me something personal on some "don't tell nobody" type shit, then I won't say nothing. I'm good at that type of shit. But if you tell me some shit and don't tell me NOT to tell somebody then I MIGHT mention it to somebody during a conversation if that particular subject comes up or something like that. But even still...it depends on who it is and what it is we're talking about. Now I will say this, I'm nosey as hell. But...not nosey in a way that I'm going to spread your business type thing. I will ask you every question in the book to get down to the nitty gritty of the subject at hand. Therein lies my reasoning behind my HOB© (hand on booty) detail requests. I just like to be in the know. I store everything in my mental roladex. *shrugs* Can't help it. LOL
The funny thing is, I can't stand for people to ask me questions. Naw...naw. I have to take that back. I can't stand for people who don't like to "share info" with me, to be asking me questions about me or what I'm doing, blah, blah, blah....stuff like that. Know what I mean? For some reason that shit irks me. I feel like they're trying to pry for some reason. See...when I ask questions, I don't ask in a "prying" type of way. If that makes any sense. I try to make you as comfortable as possible. *propping pillows* LOL If I sense any discomfort, I'll step off. Unless I'm interrogating you. Then, I'll go in for the kill. I will badger you. Coming at you with a barrage of questions! What? *shrugs* Oh....but you know what? My mama always says that I ask her and my father 20 questions but I hate for them to ask me questions. LOL So in essence, I guess I do hate to be asked questions. LMAO Isn't that terrible?
How do rumors get started?
Can anyone tell me? I'm not one to actually START a rumor. I'm usually good at spreading it though. LOL Not spreading it like "I'm telling everybody I know" type thing. But if the shit is juicy, I gotta tell somebody. LMAO Rumors only. Rumors only. Now...if you tell me something personal on some "don't tell nobody" type shit, then I won't say nothing. I'm good at that type of shit. But if you tell me some shit and don't tell me NOT to tell somebody then I MIGHT mention it to somebody during a conversation if that particular subject comes up or something like that. But even still...it depends on who it is and what it is we're talking about. Now I will say this, I'm nosey as hell. But...not nosey in a way that I'm going to spread your business type thing. I will ask you every question in the book to get down to the nitty gritty of the subject at hand. Therein lies my reasoning behind my HOB© (hand on booty) detail requests. I just like to be in the know. I store everything in my mental roladex. *shrugs* Can't help it. LOL
The funny thing is, I can't stand for people to ask me questions. Naw...naw. I have to take that back. I can't stand for people who don't like to "share info" with me, to be asking me questions about me or what I'm doing, blah, blah, blah....stuff like that. Know what I mean? For some reason that shit irks me. I feel like they're trying to pry for some reason. See...when I ask questions, I don't ask in a "prying" type of way. If that makes any sense. I try to make you as comfortable as possible. *propping pillows* LOL If I sense any discomfort, I'll step off. Unless I'm interrogating you. Then, I'll go in for the kill. I will badger you. Coming at you with a barrage of questions! What? *shrugs* Oh....but you know what? My mama always says that I ask her and my father 20 questions but I hate for them to ask me questions. LOL So in essence, I guess I do hate to be asked questions. LMAO Isn't that terrible?
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
ATL Bloggers Drunkfest Continued...
Ok...I know this was a long time coming. I was really making a point to continue this so that I could post some additional pictures. But I'll be damned, I forgot that I started a new roll of film and have yet to finish that roll out. After being ridiculed about my digital "betty rubble" (as it has been so lovingly tagged) camera, I opted to leave it at home prior to meeting Kelvin. I thought I'd save a little face. LOL I should have brought that mug with me anyway. As you can see from part one of my recap of our drunkfest, it took fabulous pictures! *sticking tongue out*
However, prior to changing film, I was able to take one last picture on that roll of film that included day two of our bloggers "convention" if you will. *smile* Check out Yolanda on the phone. Who has the deadly device now? Huh? Dare you label MY phone as a deadly device. LOL *wagging finger* Look at you. Looking all concerned and what not. LOL *slapping knee*
Kelvin & Yolanda on left EJ & Brown Sugar on right
We took this picture at Olive Garden. As you can see it was only a handful of us compared to the night before. Everybody had things to do. Although, Carmel Complexion did grace us with her presence for two seconds. Literally. LOL
Dinner was fabulous. It was definitely more laid back than the previous night. Instead of meeting up and eatting with people we hardly knew, it felt like we were old friends. Family, even. At least that's the way I felt. Hey, Kelvin even said I reminded him of one of his good girlfriends. Awww!!! *hugs* Come to think of it, people always tell me I look like or remind them of somebody. All throughout my college years, I was always told that I looked like Yoyo. Remember her? You can't play with my Yoyo. So much that I was tagged that name. A lot of people, to this day, still call me Yoyo. *wondering if they even know my real name*
I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed hanging out and spending time with my blogger friends. I can honestly say that I hope that we continue to keep in touch with one another and maintain some wonderful friendships. I mean that from the bottom *sniff sniff* of my heart ya'll. *smile*
I can't wait to see ya'll crazy asses in Chicago. That's going to be a straight up family reunion. To include, drunk cousins, horny uncles, foul mouth aunts and ofcourse some good ass food, drinks and music! LOL
By the way, I need somebody to send me an itinerary dammit! I'm planning to be there Saturday through Monday. Holla at me!!!!
p.s.
As you can see I wasn't talking about diddly squat in this entry. LOL I'll try to step up my HOB game.
However, prior to changing film, I was able to take one last picture on that roll of film that included day two of our bloggers "convention" if you will. *smile* Check out Yolanda on the phone. Who has the deadly device now? Huh? Dare you label MY phone as a deadly device. LOL *wagging finger* Look at you. Looking all concerned and what not. LOL *slapping knee*
Kelvin & Yolanda on left EJ & Brown Sugar on right
We took this picture at Olive Garden. As you can see it was only a handful of us compared to the night before. Everybody had things to do. Although, Carmel Complexion did grace us with her presence for two seconds. Literally. LOL
Dinner was fabulous. It was definitely more laid back than the previous night. Instead of meeting up and eatting with people we hardly knew, it felt like we were old friends. Family, even. At least that's the way I felt. Hey, Kelvin even said I reminded him of one of his good girlfriends. Awww!!! *hugs* Come to think of it, people always tell me I look like or remind them of somebody. All throughout my college years, I was always told that I looked like Yoyo. Remember her? You can't play with my Yoyo. So much that I was tagged that name. A lot of people, to this day, still call me Yoyo. *wondering if they even know my real name*
I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed hanging out and spending time with my blogger friends. I can honestly say that I hope that we continue to keep in touch with one another and maintain some wonderful friendships. I mean that from the bottom *sniff sniff* of my heart ya'll. *smile*
I can't wait to see ya'll crazy asses in Chicago. That's going to be a straight up family reunion. To include, drunk cousins, horny uncles, foul mouth aunts and ofcourse some good ass food, drinks and music! LOL
By the way, I need somebody to send me an itinerary dammit! I'm planning to be there Saturday through Monday. Holla at me!!!!
p.s.
As you can see I wasn't talking about diddly squat in this entry. LOL I'll try to step up my HOB game.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
A Fallen Hero...
A Policeman's Prayer
"Lord, I ask for courage;
Courage to face and conquer my own fears...
Courage to take me where others will not go.
I ask for strength;
Strength of body to protect others...
Strength of spirit to lead others.
I ask dedication;
Dedication to my job to do it well...
Dedication to my community to keep it safe.
Give me, Lord, concern;
For all those who trust me...
And compassion for those who need me
And, please, Lord, through it all; be at my side. "
--Author Unknown
I know a lot of people don't like the police. Honestly, I can understand why....I guess. I blame a lot of this on the media. However, I can't totally blame them. The way people generalize police as a whole, bothers me. For one, I don't like to be grouped with certain "bad police." As I am nothing near that. MOST of my fellow comrades are the same. Grant it, there's always a few bad apples in every bunch. And that goes for EVERY profession. Am I lying?
Although, being a police officer is not my dream job, it's my current job. At the time I applied, it was just something to do until something else better came along. I didn't think about the consequences and the reality of it all. I remember going through the Police Academy thinking, "What the hell am I doing? This is NOT me." I remember being scared. I was terrified when I got my gun. I had never shot a gun before. I remember we had "family night" while in the Academy. It just so happened that my parents were in town at that time. During the program, we were able to voice our concerns and thoughts of policing. My father stood up at one point and the one thing that he said that stuck out the most was, "Policing is not all blood and guts." I think I saw a lot of us breathe out a sigh of relief. At least I know I did. LOL He went on to speak of how policing gives you a chance to help people in many different ways. That alone is what helped to motivate me. For one, I always enjoyed helping people.
Now....it seems these days, helping people means nothing. Your sincerity means nothing. The fact that you're there to protect others from harm, means nothing. People don't give a damn about the police anymore. There is no level of respect. None. Not to mention that people, particulary low lifes, don't value life.
On April 23, I lost a fellow comrade. He was shot and killed by a 19 year old who had recently gotten out of jail for killing somebody when he was 14. What is wrong with our judicial system? On this day, Officer Mark Cross was doing his job, patrolling the streets of Atlanta. He answered the call. Unbeknown to him at the time, was his final call.
This has been heavy on my heart since the day it happened. I couldn't believe it. When in all actuality, I can. Each time an officer is killed in the line of duty, it hits home. It makes me realize the reality of it all. The reality of what I do. This hit home because Mark not only had a wife. He had two small children. As I sat in his funeral, tears just rolled down my face. I kept thinking, "That could be any of us." What really tore my heart up was to see his son, saluting his father's casket. Mark honestly was a good person. He wasn't a crooked cop or a bad police officer. He enjoyed his job. We used to work together but eventually went our seperate ways at some point in our career. I'd see him here and there. We'd speak and go about our ways. Seriously, he was a nice guy. I hate that the next and final time I saw him, he was lying in a coffin. He didn't deserve to die. Nobody DESERVES to die. I could go on and on. But I just wanted to recognize and say R.I.P. Mark Cross. You are truly missed!
October 23, 1973 - April 23, 2004
Mark's son saluting him at funeral
Atlanta Police Honor Guard
"Lord, I ask for courage;
Courage to face and conquer my own fears...
Courage to take me where others will not go.
I ask for strength;
Strength of body to protect others...
Strength of spirit to lead others.
I ask dedication;
Dedication to my job to do it well...
Dedication to my community to keep it safe.
Give me, Lord, concern;
For all those who trust me...
And compassion for those who need me
And, please, Lord, through it all; be at my side. "
--Author Unknown
I know a lot of people don't like the police. Honestly, I can understand why....I guess. I blame a lot of this on the media. However, I can't totally blame them. The way people generalize police as a whole, bothers me. For one, I don't like to be grouped with certain "bad police." As I am nothing near that. MOST of my fellow comrades are the same. Grant it, there's always a few bad apples in every bunch. And that goes for EVERY profession. Am I lying?
Although, being a police officer is not my dream job, it's my current job. At the time I applied, it was just something to do until something else better came along. I didn't think about the consequences and the reality of it all. I remember going through the Police Academy thinking, "What the hell am I doing? This is NOT me." I remember being scared. I was terrified when I got my gun. I had never shot a gun before. I remember we had "family night" while in the Academy. It just so happened that my parents were in town at that time. During the program, we were able to voice our concerns and thoughts of policing. My father stood up at one point and the one thing that he said that stuck out the most was, "Policing is not all blood and guts." I think I saw a lot of us breathe out a sigh of relief. At least I know I did. LOL He went on to speak of how policing gives you a chance to help people in many different ways. That alone is what helped to motivate me. For one, I always enjoyed helping people.
Now....it seems these days, helping people means nothing. Your sincerity means nothing. The fact that you're there to protect others from harm, means nothing. People don't give a damn about the police anymore. There is no level of respect. None. Not to mention that people, particulary low lifes, don't value life.
On April 23, I lost a fellow comrade. He was shot and killed by a 19 year old who had recently gotten out of jail for killing somebody when he was 14. What is wrong with our judicial system? On this day, Officer Mark Cross was doing his job, patrolling the streets of Atlanta. He answered the call. Unbeknown to him at the time, was his final call.
This has been heavy on my heart since the day it happened. I couldn't believe it. When in all actuality, I can. Each time an officer is killed in the line of duty, it hits home. It makes me realize the reality of it all. The reality of what I do. This hit home because Mark not only had a wife. He had two small children. As I sat in his funeral, tears just rolled down my face. I kept thinking, "That could be any of us." What really tore my heart up was to see his son, saluting his father's casket. Mark honestly was a good person. He wasn't a crooked cop or a bad police officer. He enjoyed his job. We used to work together but eventually went our seperate ways at some point in our career. I'd see him here and there. We'd speak and go about our ways. Seriously, he was a nice guy. I hate that the next and final time I saw him, he was lying in a coffin. He didn't deserve to die. Nobody DESERVES to die. I could go on and on. But I just wanted to recognize and say R.I.P. Mark Cross. You are truly missed!
October 23, 1973 - April 23, 2004
Mark's son saluting him at funeral
Atlanta Police Honor Guard
Updated!!!!! Questions & Answers!!!!
Fave asked....
1. What made U choose your profession?
Well, I moved to Atlanta with no job. I was hoping to break into the “tv production/video producing/directing” aspect of the entertainment industry. I thought that ATL would be a good start. Well, things didn’t work out the way I planned or hoped they would. I decided to apply with APD because I once entertained the thought of going to the FBI. I figured that would be a good way for me to get “law enforcement” experience.
2. What is the most difficult part of being a parent?
Time management.
3. If you could (and U should) had 2 get another digital camera, what kind would U get?
I see you STILL have jokes about my camera. Betty Rubble camera as you so called it. wagging finger. But to answer your question…I couldn’t even tell you. Tommie Hustle recommended this… Powershot SC20. *mental note to self....look into that*
Kae asked....
1) Spit or Swallow?
Neither. LOL I’ve never spit or swallowed. Not that I'm not open to trying to make either of the two happen. It just hasn't happened. *shrugs* Does that mean that I don't give fire ass head? *shrugs again* Could be. Do I really care? *shrugs for a final time* Eh...not really. However, it is my goal to one day soon give some fire ass head. *high five???* Awww...you left me hanging. Usually it goes something like this: Guy: I'ma 'bout to cum. Me: *thinking* Oh hell naw! *pulling up*
2) If a poisonous snake bit itself would it die?
I'm thinking... Well, I don’t really think a poisonous snake would die if it bit itself as it is already full of the venom it uses to kill at will. Hee hee *shrugs* I really have no idea. LOL
3) Ever kissed a girl?
1. Do you find yourself as a female falling in love with folks too soon?
Hmmm...I'd have to say no. Perhaps once upon a time I used to fall in love too soon. Now, it takes a minute for that to happen. As I've been hurt before and definitely learned from my mistakes.
2. What is something that you would like to have but you see nowhere to buy it?
I would LOVE to buy a Range Rover OR the Land Rover LR3. *drooling* I can definitely say that I am NOWHERE near buying either of the two.
3. What are things that you find the most humorous. I know you mentioned Dave besides him that is a given the man is so damn silly how could anyone not laugh?
Hmmm....trying to think. Nothing in particular is humorous to me. I guess people in general. Shoot. I love a good laugh. Who doesn't? I haven't had a good laugh in a long time. Speaking of Dave Chappelle....I'm glad that Dave Chappelle is premiering on May 31!!! Bring it on!!! I know I'll get some good laughs as soon as he walks out on stage! LOL
Angela asked....(i didn't know you still checked a sistah out!!!)
1. What one accomplishment makes you the most proud?
I'm proud of a lot of things. I tend to "make things happen." At least I USED to. However, I believe my most proudest accomplishment would be being a mother and raising him on my own. Although it's a struggle like no other.
2. If you could have 3 "do-overs" in life, what would you choose and why? If you wouldn't take the "do-overs", why not?
Beloved asked me basically the same question. Only, she didn't give me 3 do-overs. Hmm...Well as I stated before, I'd love to do my college years over. I'd just make some changes in my choice of studies. Two, I would have put a little more thought into moving to Atlanta. I should have waited a little longer AND saved a lot more money. Three, although I love my son, sometimes I wish I never met his father. He caused me more grief and heartache than I've ever and would ever want to experience in life.
3. What is your dream vacation?
Relaxing & daydreaming by a body of water. Of course, this would include being with somebody special or great friends to laugh and talk with. Spending money with no worry of bills and/or being broke upon return from vacation.
Gian asked....
1.If you could get with three bloggers (male or female) which three would they be?
You
You
Only you Gian. *smile*
That's a good question. Seeing as though I've never thought about which three bloggers I'd actually get with. LOL Ok...I'm laughing at the male or female part of your question. *slapping knee* You's a wild boy Gian! You's a wild boy! I may have to bite this question and pose the same question on somebody else's three question blog. hee hee *thinking* Well, to be honest with you. There are no female bloggers that I'd get with. Nada. I just thought I'd get that out of the way. *smile* Male bloggers... I don't know. I don't want to step on any cyber relationships. Don't want to get any cyber hate mail. LOL Let's see......*still thinking* Judging by their words and only words. Hmmm.... I'd say Will, for one. I love the way he writes. Something about those words. I've found that he is easy to talk to and is sincere with his words. Although I have met him one time. He's a very nice guy. He has a very nice demeanor. I could tell right off the back that he's good people. Plus it doesn't hurt that he is a cutie pie. *smile* (ON Guard!...defense stance) LOL Ok....who else? I'd have to say Brutha Code. For one. He's funny as hell. Although he might hump everything in sight once I turn my back, I'd still pick him. LOL I have to say that Ted and I hit it off real well even before I actually met him. When I met him, it was the same thing. He's mad cool. We actually have a lot in common (other than Edna & Frank...smile) (singing like Bobby & Whitney.."We got something in common" If nothing else, we'd always be laughing and making jokes but at the same time, can get serious with it. Know what I mean? Not to mention, he likes to get freaky like me. LMAO Can't go wrong with a freak. Clean freak that is. Not the type that is into S&M and sh*t. "Uhh....what do you think you're going to do with that whip?" Ok....one more...one more. This is a toss up. I'd say Fave. The love that he has for his girlfriend Simone is amazing. The way he professes his love for her makes ME want to be in love. His writings read like that of a romance novel at times. You know, the type that leave you all googly eyed and saying, "Awwwww how sweet!" Their history alone..... Their story is a true love story. I'd love for a man to love me the way he loves her.
2. Obviously you have issues with your child's father. SO if you could select any person in the world to be the biological father instead of the preacher man who would it be?
Man...I don't know. All I know is that if I could do it again and still have the same beautiful son. Let's see....I would have to pick my old high school sweetheart. I would have loved for things go work out for us. But me, being the spoiled person that I can be at times, messed that one up. We tried to rekindle during my college years. I firmly believe that if I hadn't messed up, we could possibly be together to this day. We just had that connection going on. At the time, I thought I "outgrew" him. *sigh* Damn...that was my dawg! Now he's married with two kids. So much for that. But seeing as though I can't change anything, I have to make the best of what I have.
3. What are you waiting for to quit your job and make the move to what Shuga wants to do?
That's a good question. Well, if I could just up and quit and not have to worry about bills and child care, I would. Before I got pregnant, I was actually planning to quit my job and make a move. But during all that planning, I ended up pregnant. That was back in 2002. *sigh* Although, I'm still trying to make some changes, I have to go about it differently now. I have more at stake now than I did then. I have to admit that I just stopped looking all together. Now, I'm feeling the itch and ready to make some serious moves.
Jirzygurl asked....
If you were a flavor, what would it be?
If you could have a theme song, what would it be?
Hmmm...if I was a flavor what would I be? *rubbing chin* I'd say....In addition to the hint of brown sugar, cinnamon and I think I even tasted a little bit of nutmeg (all said in Tyrone Biggum's voice from Dave Chappelle) I'd be Chocolate Slap yo mama! So good, you'll want to slap your mama! While you're probably laughing at this, be advised that this is actually a flavor. Yep. It's a flavor of ice cream at my favorite ice cream parlor. It.is.good. *licking lips*
Theme song...theme song. Damn. This could be any damn song since it probably changes on any given day. Hmm.... Lil Kim's "No time for fake ones".... ( i can hear that song in my head right now AND I can see the video) LOL
1. What made U choose your profession?
Well, I moved to Atlanta with no job. I was hoping to break into the “tv production/video producing/directing” aspect of the entertainment industry. I thought that ATL would be a good start. Well, things didn’t work out the way I planned or hoped they would. I decided to apply with APD because I once entertained the thought of going to the FBI. I figured that would be a good way for me to get “law enforcement” experience.
2. What is the most difficult part of being a parent?
Time management.
3. If you could (and U should) had 2 get another digital camera, what kind would U get?
I see you STILL have jokes about my camera. Betty Rubble camera as you so called it. wagging finger. But to answer your question…I couldn’t even tell you. Tommie Hustle recommended this… Powershot SC20. *mental note to self....look into that*
Kae asked....
1) Spit or Swallow?
Neither. LOL I’ve never spit or swallowed. Not that I'm not open to trying to make either of the two happen. It just hasn't happened. *shrugs* Does that mean that I don't give fire ass head? *shrugs again* Could be. Do I really care? *shrugs for a final time* Eh...not really. However, it is my goal to one day soon give some fire ass head. *high five???* Awww...you left me hanging. Usually it goes something like this: Guy: I'ma 'bout to cum. Me: *thinking* Oh hell naw! *pulling up*
2) If a poisonous snake bit itself would it die?
I'm thinking... Well, I don’t really think a poisonous snake would die if it bit itself as it is already full of the venom it uses to kill at will. Hee hee *shrugs* I really have no idea. LOL
3) Ever kissed a girl?
It might help if you were a bit more specific. Uh...yeah. I actually have kissed a girl. I always kiss my mommy on her cheek! *smile* Were you implying something else? *wink, wink*
Will asked...
As far as you're concerned, what has been the major benefits of joining a sorority?
Sisterhood....lifelong friendships......support....connections...
What would your dream job be and do you still think about going after that job?
My dream job would be to be a video producer, writer and director. I guess I should say dream jobs, huh?
What's your ultimate confession?
I don't have one. *thinking* I really don't have one. I think my life has always been an open book.
Edwige asked...
If you had to make some serious cash quick, would you strip for a living?
In the words of Will….Hellous Nous. Although, I don’t mind going to strip clubs from time to time with friends, I can’t see my ass getting up on nobody’s stage and shaking what my mama gave or didn’t give me. LOL No way Jose!
2) Coke or Pepsi?
Well…seeing as though I live in a “coke” town, I’d have to go with coke. Coke mixes well with liquor anyway. At least it does to me. shrugs
3) If you could live anywhere and be happy with your ideal job where would it be?
Atlanta is cool. If I had my ideal job, I wouldn’t mind staying here. However, in addition to all that, I’d have to be surrounded by family and good friends. *rubbing chin* Damn, this is actually a good question. A thought provoking question. Damn you Edwige for making me search within my inner self! LOL Hmm....honestly, I'd probably love to be in Washington, DC. Go 'head Kajuana. Tell me to move on up there. *smile*
Beloved asked....
1. If you had to relive one life experience over and change the outcome, which one would you choose?
If I could relive my college years I'd do that. One, I would have not changed my minor from Education to Spanish. I would have stayed an extra year to obtain my Masters. They had a Education program where you could get your Masters in one year. Anyway, I would have been a little more active on campus. I would have NOT moved back home to Michigan upon graduation. I would have stayed my behind in DC. *sigh* Oh well...woulda, shoulda, coulda...
2. What year did you pledge?
Spring 96
2. Do you enjoy being a detective?
Being a detective has it’s ups and downs. I enjoy the investigating aspect of it. However, dealing with the same ole’ same ole after a while gets old as hell.
3.Can you tell us a little bit about your most interesting case?
Nothing interesting about dealing with folks in the ghetto. They keep up more shit than anybody I know. Drama! Domestic violence all day long. Shoot em up, bang bang over some chicken. (no joke) My baby daddy beat my a**! Damn near killed me. But…I don’t want to press charges anymore. Smh Like I said, same ole BS every.single.day.
Unknown one asked...
1. Do you find yourself as a female falling in love with folks too soon?
Hmmm...I'd have to say no. Perhaps once upon a time I used to fall in love too soon. Now, it takes a minute for that to happen. As I've been hurt before and definitely learned from my mistakes.
2. What is something that you would like to have but you see nowhere to buy it?
I would LOVE to buy a Range Rover OR the Land Rover LR3. *drooling* I can definitely say that I am NOWHERE near buying either of the two.
3. What are things that you find the most humorous. I know you mentioned Dave besides him that is a given the man is so damn silly how could anyone not laugh?
Hmmm....trying to think. Nothing in particular is humorous to me. I guess people in general. Shoot. I love a good laugh. Who doesn't? I haven't had a good laugh in a long time. Speaking of Dave Chappelle....I'm glad that Dave Chappelle is premiering on May 31!!! Bring it on!!! I know I'll get some good laughs as soon as he walks out on stage! LOL
Angela asked....(i didn't know you still checked a sistah out!!!)
1. What one accomplishment makes you the most proud?
I'm proud of a lot of things. I tend to "make things happen." At least I USED to. However, I believe my most proudest accomplishment would be being a mother and raising him on my own. Although it's a struggle like no other.
2. If you could have 3 "do-overs" in life, what would you choose and why? If you wouldn't take the "do-overs", why not?
Beloved asked me basically the same question. Only, she didn't give me 3 do-overs. Hmm...Well as I stated before, I'd love to do my college years over. I'd just make some changes in my choice of studies. Two, I would have put a little more thought into moving to Atlanta. I should have waited a little longer AND saved a lot more money. Three, although I love my son, sometimes I wish I never met his father. He caused me more grief and heartache than I've ever and would ever want to experience in life.
3. What is your dream vacation?
Relaxing & daydreaming by a body of water. Of course, this would include being with somebody special or great friends to laugh and talk with. Spending money with no worry of bills and/or being broke upon return from vacation.
Gian asked....
1.If you could get with three bloggers (male or female) which three would they be?
You
You
Only you Gian. *smile*
That's a good question. Seeing as though I've never thought about which three bloggers I'd actually get with. LOL Ok...I'm laughing at the male or female part of your question. *slapping knee* You's a wild boy Gian! You's a wild boy! I may have to bite this question and pose the same question on somebody else's three question blog. hee hee *thinking* Well, to be honest with you. There are no female bloggers that I'd get with. Nada. I just thought I'd get that out of the way. *smile* Male bloggers... I don't know. I don't want to step on any cyber relationships. Don't want to get any cyber hate mail. LOL Let's see......*still thinking* Judging by their words and only words. Hmmm.... I'd say Will, for one. I love the way he writes. Something about those words. I've found that he is easy to talk to and is sincere with his words. Although I have met him one time. He's a very nice guy. He has a very nice demeanor. I could tell right off the back that he's good people. Plus it doesn't hurt that he is a cutie pie. *smile* (ON Guard!...defense stance) LOL Ok....who else? I'd have to say Brutha Code. For one. He's funny as hell. Although he might hump everything in sight once I turn my back, I'd still pick him. LOL I have to say that Ted and I hit it off real well even before I actually met him. When I met him, it was the same thing. He's mad cool. We actually have a lot in common (other than Edna & Frank...smile) (singing like Bobby & Whitney.."We got something in common" If nothing else, we'd always be laughing and making jokes but at the same time, can get serious with it. Know what I mean? Not to mention, he likes to get freaky like me. LMAO Can't go wrong with a freak. Clean freak that is. Not the type that is into S&M and sh*t. "Uhh....what do you think you're going to do with that whip?" Ok....one more...one more. This is a toss up. I'd say Fave. The love that he has for his girlfriend Simone is amazing. The way he professes his love for her makes ME want to be in love. His writings read like that of a romance novel at times. You know, the type that leave you all googly eyed and saying, "Awwwww how sweet!" Their history alone..... Their story is a true love story. I'd love for a man to love me the way he loves her.
2. Obviously you have issues with your child's father. SO if you could select any person in the world to be the biological father instead of the preacher man who would it be?
Man...I don't know. All I know is that if I could do it again and still have the same beautiful son. Let's see....I would have to pick my old high school sweetheart. I would have loved for things go work out for us. But me, being the spoiled person that I can be at times, messed that one up. We tried to rekindle during my college years. I firmly believe that if I hadn't messed up, we could possibly be together to this day. We just had that connection going on. At the time, I thought I "outgrew" him. *sigh* Damn...that was my dawg! Now he's married with two kids. So much for that. But seeing as though I can't change anything, I have to make the best of what I have.
3. What are you waiting for to quit your job and make the move to what Shuga wants to do?
That's a good question. Well, if I could just up and quit and not have to worry about bills and child care, I would. Before I got pregnant, I was actually planning to quit my job and make a move. But during all that planning, I ended up pregnant. That was back in 2002. *sigh* Although, I'm still trying to make some changes, I have to go about it differently now. I have more at stake now than I did then. I have to admit that I just stopped looking all together. Now, I'm feeling the itch and ready to make some serious moves.
Jirzygurl asked....
If you were a flavor, what would it be?
If you could have a theme song, what would it be?
Hmmm...if I was a flavor what would I be? *rubbing chin* I'd say....In addition to the hint of brown sugar, cinnamon and I think I even tasted a little bit of nutmeg (all said in Tyrone Biggum's voice from Dave Chappelle) I'd be Chocolate Slap yo mama! So good, you'll want to slap your mama! While you're probably laughing at this, be advised that this is actually a flavor. Yep. It's a flavor of ice cream at my favorite ice cream parlor. It.is.good. *licking lips*
Theme song...theme song. Damn. This could be any damn song since it probably changes on any given day. Hmm.... Lil Kim's "No time for fake ones".... ( i can hear that song in my head right now AND I can see the video) LOL
Monday, May 02, 2005
The skin we're in...
"He's fine to be so dark. She's pretty to be so dark."
What exactly does THAT shit mean? I know you've all heard that before. Per a conversation that I had with Kajuana a week or so ago, we discussed color struck folks.
I was telling K how I had never came in contact with folks that were so color struck until I moved to ATL. It's amazing. Is it just a southern thing? I don't know. I grew up in Michigan. Went to school in Washington,DC. Never had a problem. I mean, I've never really been caught up in one's skin tones. Grant it, I remember being attracted to the light skinned boy with "good hair" and pretty eyes the same way I remember being head over heels over the dark skinned brother with pretty skin or the brown skinned cutiepie. It never really mattered to me. Now if we're going to discuss ugly v. cute/fine, that's a whole 'notha topic! LOL
The sad thing is that some folks think that if they or somebody they like is "light skinned" that's an automatic plus. Gold Star for the light skinned folks! WTF-ever! Don't get me wrong. I am SO not hating. Brown Sugar is comfortable with her skin tone! Hence the name....Brown Sugar! Grant it, it could be a reflection of my skin tone OR just that I'm as sweet as brown sugar. LOL *shrugs* You pick. *flashes dazzling smile* Come on now. You know I can't leave here without leaving some sort of sexual undertone. LOL Even in a serious post. *smh*
But seriously, WE (black folks) can be the worst. I'm not just referring to white folks treating black folks a certain way just because they're black or depending on their skin tone. That is like a sub topic of this whole topic. My focus is on how WE treat each other. Since I've been here in Atlanta, I've noticed that the "skin we're in" really does matter. I've had brothers by pass my pretty brown ass in a club to go holla at a sistah who is "light skinned" and definitely not as pretty as me. What? I'm just keeping it real. A whole new aspect of when keeping it real goes wrong. *smh* I have a girlfriend that I grew up with in Michigan. She was always a tomboy. We moved to Atlanta around the same time. She's light skinned and actually very pretty. Men drool over her when they see her. Is it because she's light skinned or because she's pretty? She's one of those girls that keeps athlete boyfriends. She has a nice house. Nice ass car. Gucci this, Prada that. I mean, the girl has it going on. But whenever I'm around her, I feel like I can't "hang" with her. Does that mean I lack self-confidence? *shrugs* To this day, I still don't know how she does it. But she's always been kind of fly. Even as a tomboy growing up. Damn...I'm veering off path here. *turning non power steering wheel back on track* She invited me to go with her to a Hawks game. She had courtside seats. We were amongst rich white folks, Nelly, Jermaine Dupri's lil bitty ass as well as other high rollers. I could feel the stares. Only they weren't staring at me. Bruthas were checking her out. Now, I can't hate because she really is a pretty girl. I have to give it to her. So why'd I even bring her up? *shrugs* Because she's light skinned! LOL
Anyway, at the end of the game we were standing around and my girl's friend came up to her. She was inviting her to go hook up with some of the players or something like that. This girl was light skinned also. Oh..there was another light skinned chic with her too. Anyway, my friend was like, "Oh...I'm with my girl..." or something like that. Light skinned chic #1 looked at me. I could have sworn she looked me up and down as if to survey whether or not I was "worthy" noticed that I was NOT light skinned and then said something like, "Oh ok....well just holla at me when you drop her off." I'm looking at light skinned chic#1 like, "Bitch...I'm fine and classy." She must didn't notice my long beautiful hair (all mine) or partial fur/cashmere coat. LOL But for a split second, my self esteem was questionable. You just had to be there to know what I'm talking about. Since you weren't just take my words for it.
I've always been confident. Overly confident at times. But since I've been here in Atlanta, I feel like one: it's a battle to keep up with the joneses and two: i've become skin pigment challenged. So to speak. To say that I'm comfortable with where I am and who I am, would be a lie. I touched on this in a previous entry. It's a struggle all around. It's tight on a Bison. (HU grads would only understand that one)
I never thought that I would have to compete with women of the light skinned persuasion. LOL Never. I never had a problem with my light skinned counterparts. My mother is a nice "khaki" (Kae 2005) complexion. To say I have a problem with her complexion would be far from the truth. I love black folks. We are beautiful people. We come in all kind of shades. What other race do you know whose skin tones have a color spectrum? To say that one is ugly or pretty because of their skin color is baffling to say the least.
I could go on and on but as you already know, I have yet to complete my ATL Bloggers Drunkfest day 1 &2. I suck! I'm slipping on recognizing my boy Kelvin! But I just had to do this after reading Kajuana's entry today. We can tackle this subject every single day if we wanted to. It will NEVER change. Never. It's been going on since the slave days. Light skinned folks made it to the house while the darker skinned/Amistad/Give us free folks were waaaaay back in the cotton fields. *smh*
I'm sure I was either blinded by it all while growing up or possibly shielded. I don't know. It wasn't until I moved here that it became my reality. I didn't discriminate then and I don't discriminate now. Skin tones, that is. If you are butt booty ugly inside and out, keep on walking sweetie. Keep on walking. That's another story. But I will say this, I don't even discriminate against those that aren't aesthetically pleasing. What's beautiful to me, may not be beautiful to others. Where somebody might think I'm ugly (which i doubt) somebody else might think I'm fine as wine. I know you're thinking, "Didn't this chic say she lacked self confidence?!?" LOL I'm a mess! I know! I know! But before I end this, I have to say this:
"All that glitters is not gold." In Spanish, "Todo que brillo es no oro." In Ebonics, "Boy...don't think you got sumethin special just cuz she light skinned. She ain't all dat."
~brownsugarbaby~
