The life & times of Brown Sugar...

OK. What in the world did I do to deserve this treatment?!? I mean, just a few weeks ago, I was having issues with my computer. And here it is, a few weeks later and I'm having issues AGAIN!! I tried to post on blogsome but dammit, I couldn't log in. I'm on somebody else's computer. When I opened up my page, the words looked like I was reading a book for first graders. The words were HUGE. So huge that all it would allow me to see was the damn entry itself. I thought I would be able to scroll over to the right but nope....no scrolling here. *sigh*

So I came on back over to good ole blogger. With hopes that some of my loyal readers (tee hee) would read this and know what's going on with me. Well, to make a long story short, I've been informed that my computer and modem aren't communicating. I mean, damn. What's up with that? Do they have some type of "beef" that I'm not aware of?!? My computer comes on but I have no type of internet connection. I called Comcast and they show that my modem has a good connection from their end. I still have my bellsouth modem so I figured I'd try that out. Same damn thing. Good connection on their end. So...it's the damn computer. Something about the USB device and Parallel device. I unistalled....reinstalled....shut down....restarted.....reset....all of that. Nothing is working.

Is it time for me to get a new computer or what? I'm tired of going through this!!!! ARGH! *yelling, kicking and screaming at the top of my lungs*

My bad! My bad! I put the wrong link to my new page on my previous entry. Thanks Will for bringing that to my attention. I corrected the link on that entry. However, I'm going to post it in this entry as well. M'kay. Here it is....again. *smile*

brownsugarenterprises2.blogsome.com

That's right. You read it right. Brown Sugar is going to pick up and move....over to blogsome. Yeah, I've spoken to a few of the current residents over there and they have given nothing but kudos about the neighborhood. So....I'm going to jump on the bandwagon - after it's been fully loaded with all of my HOB details, of course - and head on over to blogsome bay. *smile*

The only thing is, it's probably going to take me a minute to get my damn page together. I'm not the most computer savvy person. It took me for.damn.ever to figure these damn templates, codes, etc on blogger. I may or may not need some assistance. I've already scouted a few computer geeks to assist me....just in case. Who am I kidding? I will definitely be needing assistance. No if's, ands or buts about it.

I've gotten as far as creating my page name. Which basically, is the same thing. Ain't shit gone change. Same shit. Different address. Hey, you can take HOB© out of blogger but you can't take HOB© from Brown Sugar! HOB© lives on FOREVER!!! (echo, echo)

Here's my new page STILL under construction. Please, excuse the dust.
brownsugarenterprises2.blogsome.com

Yeah man. Brown Sugar is on vacation or something like that. *smile* I actually had to come up to my hometown for one of my girlfriend's Bridal Shower. I'm a bridesmaid in her wedding. Happy, happy, joy, joy! Another wedding! *sigh* I'm kidding, really. I'm actually very excited about her wedding. She is getting married to her high school sweetheart. This has been a long time coming. Anywho, I'm not trying to bore you with all of that.
What's more interesting is, I have taken on the task of planning the bachelorette "festivities." *rubbing hands* Oh boy! You know I'm excited about that shyt! LOL Aww yeah! Aww yeah! *smile* Everything is still in the works. Of course, the plans will include strippers. It's going to be a two day affair. We'll end the second evening with a toy party, hosted by none other than, Brown Sugar herself. *smile* Oh...did I fail to mention that I have been having this entrepreuneurial itch lately? Yeah man. I am now a consultant for P.ure Roma.nce. So fitting, eh? I actually have a few other ideas that I want to venture into. I'll keep you all updated. Also, when I get my website up and running, I'll be sure to send it to those of you that are interested and ya'll can become some of Brown Sugar's faithful clients. tee hee Ok...I'm about to skadattle. I'm just online briefly. Plus, I wanted to let you all know that I am on vacation and won't be posting for a few days. *blank stare....crickets* Ok. Ok. So I rarely post anyway. But at least, you know why I won't be posting this time! *smile*
Oh yeah....FYI, sonny boy will be staying behind with the grandparents for a couple of weeks. Let's see if I can actually get some things accomplished THIS time around!

Ok....the title has nothing to do with this entry. BUT I thought the shit was funny. I got it from the movie Hustle & Flow. Which by the way, was a pretty good movie. Almost had me wanting to go break out my Casio keyboard and enter the studio. LOL I met up with Yolie and her HH. I was running late, but I made it before the movie & previews started dammit! Anywho, it was a good movie so go check it out.

I need some excitement in my life. I haven't gotten into anything in a minute. I can't even give ya'll no HOB details. I haven't even heard any good HOB details! *Nothing. Not.a.damn.thing. I'm bored ya'll. My social life is....life.less. *sigh*

The more I think about it, the more I feel like it's time for me to get back out in the market. Brown Sugar needs a companion. I need somebody to spend some time with. Somebody to occupy all this idle time (when the son is not around). Not that I don't have shit to do but you know, I need to spruce up my life. I need some excitement. I know you're thinking, "How much excitement can Brown Sugar actually get?!?" hee hee

I'm looking for elgible bachelors. Handsome.... clean cut..... compassionate..... sensitive, but still kind of rough around the edges.....honest..... FUN..... motivated..... hard worker...... optimistic..... family oriented...... educated..... dedicated..... (damn, this list can go on and on) Um.... oh yeah! Last but not least, Brown Sugar's future man MUST be good in bed. At least good to Brown Sugar. You know he has to eat pu**y and the like. *smile* Is all that too hard to ask for? I don't think so. Of course, in asking for all of those qualities, Brown Sugar will be able to offer the same qualities...give or take a few. I mean, I'm not handsome, I'm pretty. I wouldn't consider myself "clean cut". More like, "well put together." I'm not rough around the edges....rather soft. hee hee Ok...so you get the picture. I won't break it all down.

I've noticed that when I have a man, I'm in a much better mood. Unless, we're beefing about some BS, but still. I notice that I feel sexier. I want to be out and about more. I have a lot more pep in my step. Know what I mean? Is that just me? I'm not saying that having a man MAKES or COMPLETES me....I'm just saying. *smile* Having a man makes me feel good and want to do good things with and for my man. Know what I mean? Even after we surpass that "ooowee stage."

Ok, I don't have shit else to say right now. Let's get it started. *pulling out little red book*

Prelude: I've decided to REpost one of my first blog entries. I know some of you have comments such as, "What? Do you really have enough archives?" That goes out to Will and Yolie before you even say it. Well, Will already said it but ANYWAY! I'm doing it! Plus, I figure I'd let some of those who have just recently been introduced to Brown Sugar, see where I came from! *smile* To all others.....enjoy!

Ok....so I'm at this club in ATL (where the playas dwell) chillin' with my girl and her married manfriend. Triflin' I know.... *pondering* Hmm....notice I referred to ATL being where the playas dwell and I'm kind of helping out with that stereotype since I'm accompanying my girl and her married manfriend to a club and really don't care that they're doin what they're doin. They're not from here though. Does that make it better? hee hee

Anyway, my girl...let's call her, Coco...wanted to go to the bathroom to do a lipstick check and take a piss. So we're walking through the crowd, you know how it is, "Excuse me. Excuse me. Damn! I know this bitch see me trying to get through!! Hey baby....what's your name? Damn...you sho is wearin those pants! Oooh...you got some pretty eyes...blah, blah, blah. Finally! Coco and I make it to the bathroom. Only to be greeted by this little bitty Asian woman at the bathroom counter. Now...I don't know how it is other places, but damn. Why does every club in Atlanta have to have a bathroom monitor? I mean, I got to tip a bitch to damn open the bathroom stall door (cuz that's what she really did ya'll when she saw CoCo going towards the door). Ok...So I'm taking a piss. Just about to reach for the toilet paper to wipe myself and this bitch is standing over the stall with some toilet paper and an extended stick to flush the toilet with. I'm like, "Oh...hell naw!" Ok...so I'm kidding about that. But foreal. I walk out the bathroom stall and I gotta tip her for turning on the damn water faucet and checkin the temperature. I gotta tip her for turning off the water. I gotta tip her for damn handing me a paper towel to dry my hands off with. I mean damn! Talk about going broke at the club! But wait a minute. This is like a One Stop Shop ya'll. She has all the mints, gum, blowpops, laffy taffy, black n' milds, etc. that you need. Summers eve coochie wipes, condoms, tampons, pads....(ooh you know I need one of those. see previous entry...Period Woes). "Excuse me...how much is this? hee hee

**sidenote: Ladies...please take advantage of the coochie wipes. Especially if you know you're gonna hook up with a guy for some hot bucket naked sex after a night of hot sweaty dance routines incorporated with droppin it like it's hotter than a mug all night on the dance floor. don't act like your coochie is all fresh as berries even after all that. take advantage of what's being presented to you ladies. wipe the sweatie coochie upon leaving the club. thank you!**

Ok... This chic even has friggin Nag Champa incense. WTF?!? At a damn club? Picture me dancin in the club, holding a damn incense stick....all while chanting like I'm a Buddhist Priest. Whateva! Back to reality. Ok...so after shopping around the bathroom and making my purchase of incense and pads, we head for the door. Coco goes to throw her .50cent papertowel away only to miss the trashcan. All of a sudden, I hear the Mission Impossible theme music, lights dim and the bathroom monitor comes out of nowhere with these kitchen tongs, dashes to the floor and picks up the paper towel. Mission Accomplished....(fade the music, fade to black....and cut!) Oh my bad! I've somehow reverted back to my Video Production days. Ok...where was I? Oh yeah...she really did come out of no where with those tongs and grab the paper. All that other stuff was going on in my mind. hee hee Oh wait a minute. I know that ain't no damn ATM in the bathroom! Oh hell naw! How the heck did I miss that shit?!? (shaking my head....)

Ok...so we exit the door. Whew! I'm wiping my head....what a bathroom experience! I thought I'd never make it out there. Coco and I are making our way through the crowd to her married manfriend. Ofcourse, we have to go through the "excuse me bitches and hey babies" all over again. Before making it to our final destination, this one cat (short guy) grabs my arm and yelling over club music says, "Hey cutie...what's your name? Me: inaudible. short guy: I'ma come find you when I wanna dance. Me: Ok. (thinking....whateva!) We finally make it to the other side of the dance floor. This has got to be the largest dance floor I've seen in a club in a while. Anyway, I'm over there chillin....bobbin my head to the beat like a damn bobble head football figurine. They must have played my jam! Snoop & Pharrell..."Drop it like it's hot!" Just as I start droppin it like it's hot, who but comes up and is ready to dance. The short guy. After a quick ponder... I went ahead and danced with him. After all, this is my jam. Plus, it was too late to stop dancing and be like, I don't wanna dance. He already saw me droppin' it like it was hot. I'm enjoying the music more than him. Plus...bruh can't even handle me cuz I'm droppin it like it's hotter than a mug! Anyway, they changed dj's. It was like an old school night at the club.

Anyway, this dj seguewayed into playing all the Old school jams! Let me tell you, I stayed on that floor for about an hour straight..... I mean, if we were at a house party, I would have toe somebody's rug up! You hear me? I don't know where I got all that energy. I think most of the folks in there that were really feeling it were born circa 1969 - 1975. Yeah...it was cool. I even started enjoying dancing with short guy. I'm not even going to list all the songs the DJ played. Well...really, I couldn't even if I wanted to. But....just to give you an idea. He played a mix of all the New Edition songs going waaaay back to Popcorn Love and Candy Girl. I thought I was going to explode! Dudes were doing the New Edition routines in the club. It was nostalgic....and pure comedy at the same time. I had a good time, needless to say. Anyway, my damn feet were killing me! Plus, I was sweatin like somebody dumped some damn water on me. I'm sure I lost about 10 lbs of water weight. Before leaving the dance floor and escaping dude before asking for my number....he asked me for my damn number. (ok...quick ponder...should i? shouldn't i? ahh hell. give him your cell #) Ok, so we exchanged numbers and I went on 'bout my business.

I was actually ret ta go so I tried to find Coco. I found her married manfriend first. He said she went to the bathroom. (Ahh hell.... I ain't goin back there) I told him to tell her that I was finna go. Shii...I was tired as hell. I can't kick it like I used to. Luckily, I drove myself. I learned to meet friends at the club instead of riding together. Most of the time, somebody is usually ready to go before the other. And since these days, that person is usually me, I drive. Plus, I don't feel like standing at the bar with a damn attitude while my friend gallivants all over the club. I'm not quite the social butterfly that I used to be. Those were years 18 - 26. I'm 30 now. Anyway, I'm heading for the door....and who but the short guy is at the door. He said, "Hey miss lady, I just wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed dancing with you tonight." Me: Oh ok. I enjoyed it as well. Take care! Flashed my dazzling smile and headed out the door.

I got home, took a shower and jumped my ass in the bed. I'm drifting off to sleep when.....my damn cell phone rings. Damn! I knew I should have turned my ringer off. Anyway, I didn't answer the muhfucka cuz it's like 2:30am. Whoever it is, should have known better than to call me at that time. Anyway, I hear the voicemail chime. Being the nosey person that I am. I gets up out of bed to check my voicemail. It's the short guy. He's telling me again...on my voicemail....how much he enjoyed dancing with me and blah, blah, blah. I'm thinking to myself, "oh ok...cool. He enjoyed himself. I did to. Going to sleep now.... " Why does my cell phone ring yet again....at 4 something in the damn morning. Oh....I'm good and pissed. I gets up out of my bed (yes i said gets up) I looked at the phone. Same damn number. Oh. hell. naw. This mug has GOTSTA be out of his friggin mind callin me at 4 something in the damn morning. Needless to say, I didn't answer the phone. This time, I turned my damn ringer off. I finally fell back asleep. Pissed, nonetheless. Ok....it's damn near 11:30am now. Why has that mug called me two more additional times?!? WTF?!? Damn....why did I give this dude my number?!? I should have known better. I didn't want to give him my number in the first place. But....I'm always trying to be nice. I do that a lot. I'll give mugs my number...knowing that I don't have ANY intention of talking to them...EVER. Only to let them continue to call me time after time...leaving message after message....only to never receive a return phone call from me and then finally stop calling. Why do we do that? I mean, really. What since does it make? I mean, I could have just lied and said, "I gotta man." Right? Any suggestions?

I think some of you could learn a little bit from this entry. If nothing else, store it in your mental roladex. One, never go to a club in Atlanta without money. You may not be able to wipe your ass. Two, don't give your number out if you really don't want to. You may endure calls at all times of the day and night from somebody you don't want to talk to. And three....this is for the ladies, even though you take a shower prior to going to club, go 'head....grab those coochie wipes and wipe away the sweat before meeting up with your "hot date." You never know....

This has been a public service announcement brought to you by Brown Shuga Enterprises!!!

Looking at my posting history, it seems like I only post on Wednesdays. Well maybe not. But I know that the last time I posted was on a Wednesday. Um...keep your smart remarks to yourself about the frequency of my postings. hee hee At least when I do post, I bring you some good shit. Well, most of the time anyway. Say I'm lying. I dare ya. *smile*

Anyway, I'm sorry to disappoint you this time. I don't have anything to post. However, I just wanted to forward you to my linesister's page. Be sure to check it out today. She did a Behind the Blog on little ole me! *big grin*

Check it out: The Kajuana Show