Mitzi Moments

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i was there…

By on January 22, 2009 in keep hope alive, Mitzi- all day every day, using our powers for good

I’m baaaaack! OMG, what an AMAZING, LIFE CHANGING experience being in DC over this inaugural weekend was for me and everyone that I know. Everyone was so joyfull. I swear it felt like one of those jumping Easter Sunday sermons sans the big colorful hats. Priceless.

And I really have to thank my BFF Nikki. Not only did she host my stay and roll with me to several different events every night of the weekend (my feet may never ever, ever completely recover), but her dad hooked us up with a pair of tickets. Go Georgie! So praise Jesus, I didn’t have to be out there in the dark at 4.30am throwing bo’s in an open field for a halfway decent view of the Jumbotron (instead we left at 6.15am and ended up standing in the bushes with a straight shot of the Capitol).

Unfortunately, we didn’t last long enough to see the parade… the fingers, toes and face were just too cold. But I watched and analyzed every second of the CNN and MSNBC coverage to the point where I might as well have been there. Can I get an amen?

On the low, I could probably watch the Obamas every day for the rest of my life. Kinda like that movie featuring Jim Carrey where he unknowingly lives his entire life on the set of a television show? I’m claiming it, I’m officially addicted.

may lightening strike…

By on January 15, 2009 in going to hell in a handbasket, it's in the genes, keep hope alive, pocket full of dirty tissue

I swear ‘fo God, I will never, ever, ever, ever talk about Black people and the names they give (or rather make-up for) their kids again. NEVER.

‘Cause you know what? Ain’t nothing wrong with the name Alexus Camry Laquanna Shalamieka Brown compared to JoyceLynn ARYAN NATION Campbell. Mmhmmm, you read that correctly- JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell is the forreal, forreal government name of some unfortunate white child.

Blame it on the pesky pinktoe sense of entitlement, but Mr. & Mrs. Campbell didn’t have a problem naming her or her two brothers-Adolf Hitler Campbell and Honszlynn Hinler Campbell- after murderers and racist institutions. Five bucks say not nary a one will ever hold a government job…

But no worries, apparently because of the blatantly racist overtones of the kids’ names, the parents/ family landed on the Child Protective Services shit list. Go figure. And the other day, the kids were snatched out of the home for reasons yet divulged. Just like that.

Lemme find out all that legal eavesdropping on citizens that George Bush came up with turned out to be good for something…

we made it…

By on January 2, 2009 in it's not a game out there, keep hope alive, supermarket dreams on a bodega budget

In case I haven’t gotten around to speaking to you personally, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! My 2009 bring you and yours continued health, happiness and prosperity! (And yes, there was silly string at the NYE party!)

And in the spirit of the new year here the single resolution that I hope we will ALL keep:
NO more belly-aching or complaining.
If a Black man named freaking Barack Obama could figure out how to get elected to the Presidential office of this crazy ass country then there is NO EXCUSES for why WE all can’t succeed at whatever our hearts desire.

LET’S GET IT POPPIN’ PEOPLE!!

i’ll pass…

By on December 22, 2008 in it's not a game out there, keep hope alive, supermarket dreams on a bodega budget

Uh-huh all you “I’m-healthier-than-thou-because-I-eat-sushi-and-do pilates” people better watch yourselves. Apparently everyone’s favorite anal agent, actor Jeremy Piven aka ‘Ari’ from HBO’s Entourage was recently hospitalized from the elevated levels of mercury in his diet. And doctors are blaming his illness on the large amount of fish in his diet. Forreal, dude had to withdraw from ‘Speed-the-Plow,the Broadway play he was starring in and the whole nine. God grief. Is the salmon and swordfish that serious?

Mmm-hmm, that’s why I’m sticking to the roasted chicken from my local Dominican takeout. Cause the only thing you ever get from El Malecon is overcharged.

its all so clear…

By on December 8, 2008 in keep hope alive

Oh now, I get it…

The real reason that Lord wasn’t there to grant Plaxico the commonsense of a 5th grader, save OJ from himself or even prevent ole boy from smacking the taste outta his girlfriend’s mouth with a greasy burger? Because he was busy picking out his matching gators and bowler hat for the pimp suit ensemble that he planned to wear to the Sunday service at Greater Grace Temple; a Pentecostal church in Detroit. Cause according to the New York Times, Greater Grace placed not one but THREE SUVs on the alter… ‘Cause they were praying for a bailout.

WORK IT OUT Jesus.

getting sentimental in my old age…

By on December 1, 2008 in keep hope alive

Was it just me or did the Thanksgiving holiday seem so much more meaningful this year?

Don’t get me wrong, I am always thankful for the long weekend, opportunity to reconnect with relatives/ loved ones , long weekend, eat fantabulous food until I pass out and long weekend. But for whatever reason, this year, I found myself really reflecting on all the wonderful people in my life and being humbled by all the blessings that I;ve received over the past year.

And unlike the crazy folks in out in Long Island who trampled a man to death trying to get to the marked down 50′ flat screen TV, it seemed like the vibe of most folks are happy to just have the basics-family, health and a freaking job. I must say, it’s been fun times…

I can’t wait to see what the New Year brings (read: holding my breath until January 20th).

the real game changer…

By on November 5, 2008 in keep hope alive, miracle on 169th street

YES WE DID!!!! YES WE DID!!!

I can barely type these words without tearing up. For the first time ever, I truly understand what people mean when they say they are proud to be American.

I guess I’ll start by stating the obvious. From now on, there are NO excuses. We are “The Man.” It’s time for folks to step our game up. This is the window of opportunity generations of people before us dreamed of, shame on anyone who doesn’t take FULL advantage of this moment. Get focused, the time is now.

But I do think there was a less obvious but just as important statement made last night. And so let me be the first to acknowledge and thank, Barack and Michelle for single handedly redefining the face of Black love. His shout out to her in his victory speech brought tears to my eyes.

I just hope that all the amazing Black men that I know who continue to insist that it’s too difficult to date/love a strong Black woman were paying close attention. The most powerful man in this country just willingly acknowledged that he needed one of us by his side to make it through. Not as a jump-off, baby mama, home girl, etc but as his best friend, wife and the mother of his kids. Michelle is Barack’s first choice.

And I can’t just blame the guys. I take full responsibility for my some of my bad dating decisions and a lot of the ridiculous compromises that I have made over the years. But like my mom said, it was all fun and games… until today. I’m about to pull together forreal, forreal.

POP, POP, POP!!! That’s the sound of the bottles party people! See you in DC on Jan 20th!!

the die is cast…

By on November 4, 2008 in keep hope alive

After much ado, I finally made it to the poll. WOO HOO, Go Obama!!!!
I swear I must’ve changed outfits like a thousand times. I finally settled on my official Obama ’08 t-shirt for good luck. I swear I grinned like an ass the entire 2 blocks to my precinct. BUt what made me even happier was the 7 corner boys in line ahead of me, getting ready to make the magic happen.

CNN is turned on and the champagne is now chilling….

at a complete loss…

By on October 27, 2008 in keep hope alive

When my girl Nikki asked me to pose the poll question- whether or not folks felt like they could be in a serious relationship (long-term implied) or even married to a partner that refused to disclose how much money he/ she earned annually, I just knew that this was going to be a landslide hell no. But clearly, I was wrong.

19% of you voted that you would be A-OK living in the dark. Like seriously? Are we living in the same country? You know, the one with the tanking economy and all?
Maybe, the 89% of us are missing something BUT if you’re comfortable enough to lay down and fall asleep in the bed beside me every night then certainly, you should be okay with letting me know what your checks are looking like, right? Cause like, aren’t financial and sexual history are equally important?
I don’t even know what to say party people…

holding my breath…

By on October 9, 2008 in keep hope alive

Ok kids, the painting has finally begun… Of course, not without making an emergency run to my new 2nd home/ the DIY vortex/ Home Depot at 7.30am this morning. Because despite spending an entire hour and half contemplating every shade of beige, tan and brown known to man, I still managed to walk out with a color that looked like barf when I did my stripe pre-test (thank you Joan for the pre-test suggestion). SIGH.
Fingers crossed, it will all blend together from here on in. Get it, “blend“??? Ha.

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