Last night I was having dinner with friends and as usual we were discussing the tomorrow’s presidential election. Is there anything else so talk about?? It’s still hard to believe that in less than 24 hours a Black man could very well be the next President of the United States? Lord, my nerves are a complete and total wreck! I’m talking light-headed, stomach in knots, taking lots of shallow breaths as I lay on the couch unable to stop watching MSNBC.

Ok, I have to say I just got the sweetest shout out on the blog, Yeah I Said It And So What. Normally, I wouldn’t bother talking about something like this BUT why is her blog the funniest thing EVER. Like this it’s totally and completely what The YBF used to be before ole girl started loving down every freaking celebrity walking and probably what my blog would be like if I didn’t need to make a living interviewing these crazy acting celebrities every time the bank account got a little low. Sigh.

Heads up party people, mitzimoments now features a bi-weekly poll. So even if you’ve subscribed via email, there’s STILL a good reason to fall through every single day (in addition to the checking out my adorable face).
Hopefully, you’ll find my random questions as entertaining as I do (read: I’ve always been the kid who takes joy in asking the mildly inappropriate question and now I have a platform). And then just to put icing on the cake, I’ll hit you with my take on what you think. ‘Cause everybody knows that it really ain’t fun till I poke fun at someone.

So last Friday night was my girlfriend Monique’s surprise 30th brithday party (she’s the one in the black). And although she insisted that she was surprised and happy to see all her friends come out in her honor, during the mandatory “thank you for being my friends” toast Monique admitted that turning thirty felt “kinda weird” for her. And to be quite honest, she even looked a bit dare I say-freaked out with her new status on the other side on the twenties?!?!
It’s so funny to me how differently people react to aging. On the complete opposite end of the spectrum from Mo (who for the record actually has a fantabulous job, husband, apartment, etc.), I was THRILLED to turn thirty. As those who joined me for the extravagant bday bash can attest, I was beyond hype to usher in the new era. And I promise you, two years later, not a thing as changed. I love being grown. For the first time in my life, I feel like I have finally truly harnessed the power of the word “no.” And I am excercising this right on a daily basis with my countless “not really,” I don’t think so,” “I disagree,” “not so much,” “not so fast,” “not even on a dare”and my all time fave “actually, I’d rather not.” There’s nothing in the world like opting opt of something or someone that in your heart of hearts, you KNOW you want nothing to do with. Sigh.
So come on, say it with me- um yeah, NO. Ha! You know it feels good.

Okay, I read an article this morning on AOL detailing how advocate groups for the disabled called for a national boycott of the new movie, “Tropic Thunder,” citing its negative portrayal of people with intellectual disabilities. Um for real?

Ok, so for the umpteenth time I’ve started up this workout/ better living regiment thingy of mine. This time around in addition to eating healthier, I’ve committed to jogging from my apartment on 169th Street to the gym on 145th and then doing weights/ ab work to battle the buddha belly. And while in theory, there’s this huge sense of accomplishment everytime I actually succeed at this feat, the reality is a lot less thrilling. To put it nicely, I feel like crap.

Omigod, I hate housecleaning. It is seriously, the bain of my existence. Perhaps the only room in the apartment that I don’t mind cleaning is my bathroom. And that’s only because the upstairs neighbor’s illegal washing machine hook-up occasionally backs up their dirty laundry water in my tub. So just to be safe, I clean my tub at least every three days. (And it’s like, if I’m gonna do the tub; I might as well do the toilet, sink, mirror and floors. Right?)