Category: Mitzi- all day every day

Yo, has it really been TWELVE Years since Biggie was murdered??? My God, that’s so crazy to me…

Okay seriously? I LOVE me some Notorious B.I.G. I mean to say, I memorized the lyrics to every single song and interlude on Ready To Die in two freaking days. Mind you, I couldn’t remember formula the first to save my ass from getting a C- in the freshman Chem class that made difference between me going to med school and becoming an English major but Gimme The Loot? Machine Gun Funk? Juicy??? Man listen… I’m not even going to discuss Life After Death cause I might start to tear up. I just makes no sense.

And nowadays we sit here and listen to wack ass rappers like Soulja Boy go double platinum. Good grief.

Dang, I have really been slacking on my posting game this week… My bad ya’ll.

Unfortunatley, there’s been a whole lot of tomfoolery going on behind the scenes- bootcamp, work and then since God got jokes, she started the cycle early. So Mama had to take a moment to get her head together. No worries, I’m back on point and ready to roll. AND I just posted the new poll question. So get to voting!

Guess what? Someone (besides my mom and cousin Vee) thinks my moments are entertaining and worth reading. Mm-hmm… According to Tamstyles of the ‘Get It Girl Style’ blog and I offically made the list for her Top 5 Blogs because MM delivers it to readers ‘raw and organic.’ That’s quite the compliment, huh?

Check out who else made Tam’s list here:

Is it bad that I feel more relieved than not to be single this Valentine’s Day? ‘Cause it’s true. Call me cheap but I don’t wanna spend money on anyone besides myself right about now- especially since there’s this pair of hot pink mirrored Louboutins that I’ve been eyeballing like our country is not in a freaking recession and they don’t cost more than a month’s rent. Sigh.

But if I was caught up in this year’s Hallmark holiday craziness, you know what I would be asking for, right?? Some freaking private cooking classes! Mmm-hmmm, you read that right. All Mitzi wants for V-Day is for somebody else to pay for me to turn how to really, really burn in the kitchen.

Don’t get it twisted, push come to shove I can handle the must-haves: a juicy steak, succulent salmon, banging fried chicken, etc. But in addition to pleasing the hell out of my own greedy self, I wanna learn how to make that ignorant restaurant level type meal to impress the boys. ‘Cause we all know, being able to cook damn near triples your worth on the relationship market.
So if you actually have a loved one or simply love yourself, let me recommend a gift that will keep on giving- private cooking lessons w the Yum Yum Chefs http://www.yumyumchefs.com/. These folks are the TRUTH. They’re young, fun and will help you turn it out for under $100 per person, just give them a call. Oh and did I mention they also make these AMAZING cupcakes? Sigh, we LOVE.

Just don’t forget to invite me over for dinner afterwards…

So lemme tell you what had happened…

In true impulsive Mitzi fashion, in the middle of the night, I up and ordered a brown file cabinet from Staples. I mean it wasn’t really, really all that impulsive since I’ve allegedly been redecorating since October. However, I describe it as impulsive because genius that I am, I didn’t bother to check the measurements. I was just so relieved to 1) find a brown file cabinet (who knew how hard that color was to locate?) and 2) find it while Staples had a free next day shipping promotion going on, that I figured what the hell? I mean how big could one 2-drawer file cabinet be, right? Right.

Needless to say, the file cabinet arrives a day later and this mo-fu is huge. Huge like it takes up a complete third of my living room. And to make matters worse, its heavy as I don’t know what. There’s absolutely no way in hell I can just pick it up and take it back to Staples myself. At least not without giving myself a freaking hernia. So you know I’m super stressed out…

In this moment it dawns on me what the absolute worst part of being single is… No, it’s not the long nights the week before your period, the lack of companionship during all those annoying couple events or even the crazy dating games we all too often find ourselves caught up in. Yo, forreal, forreal, its the maintenance. Straight up. It’s the not having someone to put shit make back together when the little things make me wanna fall apart. From figuring out how to change a lightbulb in the vaulted ceiling to taking out the freaking trash to changing a flat tire on the side of the highway in the middle of the night and yes, getting this big ole stupid bix outta my damn house- I really miss the extra set of capable hands.

I’m telling you, when I finally land a boy worth mentioning, I’m always going to loan him out to all of my friends like books from the library. No questions asked. Cause that there feeling of helplessness is for the birds.

Yo, karma is the truth. Even as all signs were pointing to a no-go for my speaking engagement at Sojourner Truth Middle School last Wednesday- blizzard, bad hair, and oh yeah, the fact that I had no idea why a bunch of middle school kids would give two cents about what I do for a living since I’m not Beyonce or dating Chris Brown.

But instead of opting out, I just thought to myself, ‘What Would Michelle Do?’ and I kept it moving. (You like that, right?)

Well, not only did I end up having a great time with the kids- Lord knows there’s no bigger ego boost than winning over group of pre-teens whose parents sent them to school on a snow day- BUT later on in the day I received an email from my editor at Scholastic. And guess what?

HOTLANTA has offically been selected for not one but TWO of the American Library Association’s 2008 top teen book lists: Quick Picks For Reluctant Readers and Popular Paperbacks (fame &fortune category)!!! Which means- drumroll, please- school librarians nationwide think my teen book series is the fire!!

WOO HOO! Go Mitzi, get busy! Go Denene, it’s ya birfday! WOO HOO!

So if you haven’t already copped your copy of HOTLANTA or it’s sequel, IF ONLY YOU KNEW, now is the time! At $8.99, cheap as hell as a fantabulous read.
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw_0_8?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=hotlanta+series&sprefix=HOTLANTA

Ever have those days when you doing so much it feels like your feet barely touch the ground? Yet your brain feels soooo slow? Well that’s how this entire past week has been. But let me keep it to myself, nowadays there are plenty of folks who wish they had anything to do besides sitting home.

This morning I was a guest on the Food Network Show, ‘Food Detectives’ featuring Ted Allen. Sounds like fun, right? All the way up until the point where I realized that I would have to be up and out of the crib by 7.15am! Good lord, I am so not a morning person. So if any of you see me looking a tad crazy on air, this is my big disclaimer- can’t nothing good come out of me trying to get dress and do my own hair and make-up before 8am!
Just FYI, the show is airing sometime this spring. Read: I can’t tell you the exact day or time. But I will tell you that I’m barefoot in a kiddie pool…

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.

Okay naturally of all the things I could’ve forgetten to pack, the cable cord for my camera is the one. So there won’t be any pictures of the weekend until I get back. But I will tell you this: Contrary to all the media forcasts, DC is NOT a madhouse.

BUT what the media isn’t telling you is- we are having a FANTABULOUS time. I mean, the folks are out in every shape, color, and possible length of fur coat. And everyone is HYPE. It sounds super corny but the air feels electric witht he anticipation.

Every time we drive past the Capitol building, I catch my breath. Of course, that could be the trobbing in my meet from all the dancing that I’ve been doing as well… Regardless,it’s all worth it. this is so much better than I could’ve imagined.

YES. WE. DID.

Ummm, why is it always so hard to get ready to go out of town?

It’s not like, I didn’t know that I was going to DC for the inaguration all of ten seconds after CNN declared Obama’s victory… Yet and still here I am the day before I leaving running around like a chicken with out a head.

I am so EXCITED. I cannot believe that I am alive to witness a Black man become the President of the United States. I swear to God, this is bigger than the day the video for Thriller premiered on channel 5. When I think back over the past two years… all the anticipation before he finally declared, all the naysayers who were concerned that he didn’t have enough experience, Jeremiah Wright, Hillary Clinton, damn Sarah Palin…. my god. But we made it.

And now I’m off to handle the nails and hair (cause we all know Barack doesn’t want me in DC without my hair did). Hopefully, I’ll see some of you guys there… If not, be sure to look for me on CNN in the middle of the masses in somewhere near the front but not too far from the back. I’ll be the short chick with the big hair losing her mind and falling out as if I’ve won the lotto.


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