Edification Not so Random: edification rant see what had happened was... Someone please call 9.1.1. Sometimes you need to sit down you can't make this stuff up you need to have a seat
by Imma Bawse
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The Top 10 Things I’ve Heard Because of My Size and Height
Like y’all give a damn.
You know I’ve been tall and skinny all my life. 
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about my size (at least not now, I’ve grown to love the way I look.), BUT I will say that it comes with A LOT of unwanted commentary from people. I have heard everything. Everything, I say. Most of the comments are usually backhanded and people seem to be shocked when I retort with sarcasm. So, here are the top 10 things I’ve heard about my size.
Like y’all give a damn.
But first, I know what you’re thinking, “But Sug, how tall are you and how much do you weigh and stuff?” HISS! Well, I have no idea how much I weigh. I don’t own a scale. Matta fact I have never owned a scale. The last time I was at the doctor, I weighted about 140 something pounds. I do measure in at 32-27-40. Regarding my height, I am between 5’7.5″ and 5’9.” I know what you’re thinking, “But Sug, how come you don’t know how tall you are?” *sigh* Man look, I forgot, okay? Plus, I stay with a pair of heels on so I look much taller than I really am.
Anywho, here are my top 1o comments.
- “What are you like a size zero?” I guess that is the skinny girl default size. I’ve never been a size zero. Never.
- “Oh so you’re a size 2 then?” This question slash statement almost ALWAYS follows the aforementioned question. Always. Again, I am not a size 2. On average, I am a size 6. Telling people I’m a size 6 usually comes with lots of debate. “My best friend’s mother’s sister’s aunt’s grandmother’s first cousin Marva is a size 6 and you look smaller than her!” Smh.
- “Oh chile, you need to eat a sammich (or some chicken)!”
Really, a sandwich? Chicken, really? - “You shole is skinny for someone with 3 kids.” This statement implies that all skinny women should be childless. Lawd! I would love to dummy smack whoever started that rumor. Having a child does NOT automatically put you in the bigness category.
- “What do you eat?” Food, is never an acceptable answer. Never. My simple one word response usually comes with a dirty look.
- “Oh you poor thing, you’re so skinny.” Long blinks usually accompany statements like this.
- “Only dogs want a bone.” Last I checked (which was never), dogs will eat almost anything.
- “How long have you been playing basketball?” Um, excuse me, sir. I’m trying to pump 50 dollars in my gas tank. I know what you’re thinking, “what does gas have to do with basketball?” Last time I checked (which was never), GAS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BASKETBALL!
- “Lemme climb yo tree.”
Um, how bout no. You would be shocked at how often I hear this. - “Lemme get a sip of that tall glass of water.” Again, how bout no. Maybe this is the tall woman’s pickup line. *shrug*
So, there you have it. If you are one of those people asking these types of questions, Imma need for you to have a furniture store worth of seats. I know what you’re thinking, “But Sug, I am [insert your size here] and people talk ish to me all the time too.” Okay, they too need to have a seat and stop asking you those types of questions. 
It is not cute nor is it a compliment. Further, it is rude and mad disrespectful AT ANY SIZE! That is all. Thank you for listening/reading.
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So, this older man fell down…
Warning: This blog post may contain violent punctuation; shocking grammatical errors; misspellings (on purpose); #hashtags; and an explicit ending with a preposition. Now that, that’s said, enjoy.
I know what you’re thinking…”But Sug, 3 blog posts in 24 hours?”
O_O
Feel free to call the police and complain.
Anywho, I was thinking…
About 2 hours ago, I witnessed an older gentleman go for his seat, miss and land on the floor. There were 5 witnesses including myself…2 women, a little boy around 4 years old and the lady behind the counter. I was at a chicken spot that’s down the street.
(I love there sweet potato pie…and I don’t even like sweet potato pie.^)
#FOCUS
He was closest to me, so I sprung to my feet in an attempt to offer him some assistance. He jumped up rather quickly and sat in his seat. You could tell he was embarrassed. I would have been too.
I was so relieved that no one laughed. I would turned into a pit-bull in a skirt er um, a loud mouth in some jogging pants if someone laughed. Thank goodness. I’m thankful that my sons were not there. They would have been WEAK! I’m also thankful that he appeared to not be hurt. Anywho, I got to thinking, “Why do people laugh when others fall down or hurt themselves?” I’m sure it’s pretty shocking to the system to see someone vertical and them BAM they’re on the floor/ground. Some take those feelings of shock and laugh.
Remember this commercial?
I must say, when this commercial came out… I WAS WEAK! She’s fallen and should couldn’t get up. Now that I’m in my 30′s. I don’t think falling is funny…not that it ever was, but I was young.
*sigh*
Just a thought. Thank you for reading.
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Natural Hair Events Random: natural girls rock see what had happened was... you can't make this stuff up
by Imma Bawse
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Behind the scenes of my trip to the ATL
Um, you again?
Yes. I reserve the right to post as many blogs as I want. 
Lemme tell you something. I ALWAYS have a story. Always. I should have known that my trip the the ATL shawty was going to be note worthy when it took me 52 minutes to get from the plane to the front door.
So, my trip included meeting MsVCharles. YES, THE VEE CHARLES! I know what you’re thinking, “But Sug, we don’t believe you.”
Well, I have proof. “But Sug, you could have Photoshopped that joint.” *insert eye twitch here*
MY BFF, Trish and her Mama came to the ATL too!!
They are in the video…see below.
I also had my face beat honey. I mean beat like it stole something. You will not believe who I had the pleasure of having MY face beat by. ALEXANDRA BOND! Yes, THE Alexandra Butler, MUA put a hurting on me chile. I have proof…
“But Sug, what about your before picture?” Listen, I don’t wanna hear any mess about my before picture. It was extreme makeover situation going down.
She is amazing y’all. If you are ever in the Atlanta area and you need a MUA (makeup artist), hit her up alexandrabutlermua[at]yahoo.com
I also had the pleasure of meeting ALL of you!!
You know what? How bout you just watch these videos.
Behind the Scenes…yes, there are 4 of them janks. O_O
Lemme say that The Underground is a HOT MESS! Not only did it have a flea market appeal to it (no shade), but there was a crazy CRAZY only blink once a day man in there who was giving us socially inappropriate looks. 
We were able to take these wonderful photos!!
Well, that is all. Thank you so much for reading.
Thank you ATLANTA!!
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Random: random see what had happened was... Someone please call 9.1.1. you can't make this stuff up
by Imma Bawse
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ATL, the airport + me = 52 minutes…
I hope this post doesn’t result in me ending up on some kind of “list.”
ATL, the airport. *sigh* I must say, every other airport in America could probably fit inside of that jank. I’m so serious. It took me 52 minutes. That’s right 52 MINUTES to get from the plane to the front door. O_O I know what you’re thinking, “But Sug, why come it took you so long?” I’m so glad you asked (You did ask right?).
First of all, the signage is not the best. Maybe it is, but there is SO much happening (READ: Lots of people, shops, and restaurants) in that joint that one could easily miss the sign directing them towards the exit. If you’ve never had any issues exiting the ATL airport…you get a gold star. So here I am walking, Walking, AND WALKING some more! (See Figure 1, Number 1) I somehow ended up at the opposite end of the gate area.
Alarmed by my current condition, I decided to ask for help considering I’ve already walked a mile (See Figure 1, Number 2).
ME: “Um, how do I get up outta this jank?” The sista who I asked, asked me where I was from. I guess people in the “A” don’t use the word “jank.” I know what you’re thinking, “But Sug, no one really uses the word “jank.”
HER: “Go down make a left, take the escalator, get on the train, go to the last stop, get off and take another escalator.” She smiled. I felt confident in my ability to follow her directions.
So, I take the escalator down stairs. I walk and Walk and WALK and WWWAAAAAAALLLLKKKK some more (See Figure 1, Number 3). I get to a dead end 
and I noticed a train (funny how I didn’t notice it until that moment)…so I got on it (See Figure 1, Number 4). I get off at the last stop (See Figure 1, Number 5) AND I am back where I started. Apparently I took the wrong train. SO I get on the train on the other side (See Figure 1, Number 6), get off on the last exit, go up an escalator (See Figure 1, Number 7) and BAM I’m out.
*sigh* 52 Minutes later, though.
Figure 1.
Don’t let the drawing fool you. THIS JANK IS HUGE!
I’m sure someone behind a monitor was watching me. Imma need for security slash big brotha to get on the intercom and help a sista out.
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Natural Hair: deep conditioner natural hair see what had happened was... Someone please call 9.1.1. Sometimes you need to sit down when natural hair goes wrong you can't make this stuff up
by Imma Bawse
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First it was garlic…now it’s bananas and avacados. O_O
When natural hair goes wrong…
You know what? I can’t even blame my naps for this one. This is TOTALLY my fault and I am willing to except full responsibility for the tomfoolery that went down from 6pm to around 6am. I know what you’re thinking, “But Sug, that is a FULL work day…if you are some type of emergency room worker.”
Trust honey, this was an emergency.
It all started when I decided to deep condition my hair. I was inspired by all of the comments that were left on video 215, “Wanna Win a Deep Conditioner…?” I was also watching *TV show omitted* and the host was talking about ways to save money and still look fabulous. One of the topics was a homemade deep conditioner, made with only 4 household ingredients, olive oil, coconut oil, bananas and avocados.
Um, Eureka.
So naturally, this was a message from the universe…and this is where the tomfoolery began.
How lucky are you? I made a video explaining how I made the concoction, how I applied it, and HOW the “banacado” refused to leave my naps. Um, can we say stalker?
“But Sug, we came to your blog to read…not to watch a video.” *crickets*
I’m going to assume you watched the video. If not, I’ll hold.
In hindsight, I knew something was wrong when the bowl almost melted in the microwave (see the video). That should have been a sign for me to have a seat.
BUT NO!
Remember the universe was talking to me earlier (in a non mental health kinda way) and I AM NOT a quitter.
I think it went further downhill because I left out a very important step…blending the ingredients together. ..
I was concerned with not dirtying up additional dishes! The funny thing is, I DO NOT WASH DISHES (cause I have kids)! My hubby said I should be shame from taking frugal NATURAL hair advice from non-brown people on the TV. O_O
Ok, enough about that. I know you’re thinking “But Sug, how did you get the mess out of your hair?”
Well, I called my friend Taz. She came over and applied a mayo slash olive oil concoction to my naps and went through each section trying to remove the chucks.
I then showered and rinsed for about 45 minutes. I ended up shampooing because there was still some “banacado” in my hair AND my hair was really slippery. The shower was able to remove 95% of the physical tomfoolery, the blow fryer dryer removed the remaining 5%.
And this is what I’m left with.
Lesson learned.
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Giveaway Natural Hair Events: giveaway my friends be all up in my videos natural girls rock see what had happened was...
by Imma Bawse
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This is what happens when your friends come over to your house…
If you missed (chances are you probably did because I am totally NOT a big deal on whoissugardotcom), my voice is sorta missing in action. O_O I also have an event that I’m hosting in 5 days! LAWD! 5 days…I need to remove the hair that insist on growing out of my lip by then. I talked about it on Twitter, but got SOOOO sidetracked and did not do it.
*insert wall slide*
Anywho, in the spirit of giving (that is hosted by www.naturalgirlsrock.com), I’m hosting a few more giveaways. The first on is tickets to the sold out…or almost sold out event mentioned HERE.
If you live in the ATL or plan on being in the ATL on the 14 of January 2012, please enter for your change to win. YOU MUST ENTER ON YOUTUBE!!
I am also hosting a giveaway for this here DEEP SOULutions conditioner. You must enter on my YouTube channel!!
Shout outs to Taz and Shon for helping a sista out. This is what happens when you come to my house. I put you to work. POW!
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Random: random see what had happened was... you can't make this stuff up
by Imma Bawse
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Guess Who’s Bizack?
*crickets*
But Sug, we didn’t even know you were once here.
And by here, I mean blogging and such. Okay, allow me to explain.
I blogged (before it was even called blogging…and if it was called blogging then, I didn’t get the memo) at whoissugardotcom from 2004-2009.
<<<2004 (my first BC)
(my 2nd set of locs)2009>> 
During that time, I had several computer crashes, I lost the software I was using to make updates, I went to grad school, I was broke, I had the people turn off my innanets, and I lost complete interest in making updates was living life.
During several months in 2011, I spend several billion hours moving 5 years worth of files from a Front Page format to a WordPress platform. I was soooo excited when I moved all the files. I then decided to upgrade my hosting plan…that’s when it went all down hill.
Insert some wall slides and soulcry type of tomfoolery here.
Long story short, I was able to re-upload all of my entries but ALL (and by all, I mean about 2000+) of my photos were gone. Gone. GONE! I know what you’re thinking, “But Sug, why come you didn’t just re-upload them janks?”
HA! If only it were that simple. Even if I was able to re-upload the photos, I would have to go and match them up with the original post. Um, how bout NO! I absolutely refuse all of the madness.
So, this is where I am. It is 3:02am 3:26am 3:58am. The date is 8 January 2012. I guess I’ll start blogging again.
I reckon I will give you guys some highlights from those 5 years at a later times, but for now…I’m back.
Welcome and welcome back, for those who remember.
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