Category: Mitzi- all day every day

Sooo I felt my first earthquake yesterday afternoon… well the aftershocks at least.

Gotta say, as much as I enjoy hanging out in LaLa Land, I’m not a fan. And despite the BFF assuring me that it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been, I was genuinely scared as hell when the windows and the walls started shaking. Oh and did I mention how long it lasted? Oh yeah, the walls didn’t just shake a little something and stop like I’ve always imagined. No sir, everything kept rockin’ for a good minute or so. Mm-hmm… Survey says no thank you.

But I will say, I was a true New Yorker about it. I didn’t scream, I didn’t run, I just got very, very quiet. In fact, all I did was ask Carla why the floor was suddenly moving under my feet. And as soon as she said, “Because we’re there’s an earthquake going on,” I immediately found my behind a seat on the couch and what? Shut the hell up til it was over. Matter of fact, I didn’t really start talking about an hour later when we finally left the apartment and were outside in the free and clear- ’cause I didn’t want to tempt the fates.

BLANK STARE

I know, I know, don’t judge me. But please believe that the kid will NOT be missing her flight home tomorrow.

Today’s post is short… because I’m hungry. And to make matters worse, I have NO idea what I want to eat.


* sad little nephew face*

Don’t act like this has never happened to you. And no, its not because I waited too long to attempt to prepare breakfast. I woke up knowing I was hungry and even walked into the kitchen. The problem is, I’m bored with breakfast food. I don’t want eggs, pancakes, toast, bagels, hot/cold cereal, smoothies, yogurt or fruit. But I’m what? Hungry.

So what am I missing? Is there some amazing breakfast food that I have yet to experience? Seriously, what gives? What are YOU eating in the mornings? ‘Cause this large cup of coffee is not cutting it and my Mr. Rogers’s approved beautiful-day-in-the-neighborhood disposition is rapidly disappear with every letter typed.

The End.

Thirteen years ago I was diagnosed with auto-immune hepatitis As a result, my liver had completely stopped functioning. Basically, I was told that I needed a liver transplant IMMEDIATELY or I was going to die.

Clearly, I received the transplant.

But those eighteen months I spent waiting for an organ to become available were the hardest minutes, hours, days, and months of my life. And not just because I was unspeakably ill but also because while waiting, I watched fellow patients who had been waiting along with me, die. Yeah, I can’t explain what that does for the moral… Not.

But the thing is, once I received the organ I was so busy living and catching up on the years I spent dealing with the liver that I started to forget the scariest details of the ordeal. Like damn near everything. To this day, it takes my mom, medical charts and closest friends to help me remember me of half the craziness that happened… The human mind is so amazing.

All that to say, when I saw the commercial for the premiere of the new season of MTV doc series True Life, True Life: I Need A Transplant, I totally flashed back. And trust, it was not fun. Then, to make matters worse, while doing my monthly blood tests at the hospital last week, my coordinator informed me that things have gotten even worse for liver patients in New York State.

Apparently, nowadays New York State patients experience some of the longest wait times for a liver in the country- 26.9 months. That’s more than TWICE the national wait time. Honestly, I just don’t know if I would be alive if I would’ve had to wait almost two and a half YEARS for my transplant. Unfortunately, this increased wait is happening because 10 not even organ donors and 2) organs aren’t shared nationally, there’s shared regionally. Which means that if an organ becomes available in say California, a patient in New York will never have access…. even if no one is California needs it or is a match.

So you’re clear: Over 160 New Yorkers died on the waiting list this past year. Mind you, because of the existing regional system, nearly 1000 viable donor livers are discarded each year at centers with small waiting lists while patients in other regions remain on long wait lists and basically die.

SILENCE

While I’m happy to report that they’ve recently started lobbying for policy change (there’s an important meeting in Atlanta on April 12th that I may attend); we all know how slow that road can be if the regular folks don’t get involved. *serious side-eye*

So I’m asking everyone to take a minute out of their day, and contact their representative HERE

Since there’s no form letter or petition, I wrote a little something for you to cut and paste:
I know someone who was able to receive the liver transplant necessary to save her life. Unfortunately, because of the existing regional access system and new language in recent guidelines from the government in the Transportation, Housing and Urban Development, and Related Agencies Appropriations Act, 2010, many others will not be as lucky.

As a voting constituent, I’m asking for you to help fight for changes to the system to include broader sharing.

Sincerely,


I promise, this will take 30 seconds and very likely save a life. So go on and be my hero today.

*drops mic and walks away*

I’m sitting here listening DJ Mr. Cee spin all of BIG’s greatest hits on Hot 97 and reminiscing on how amazing life was in the early 90s when Ready To Die first hit. The music felt so personal that no matter where you were listening-the club, your car or the crib; the air immediately began to feel almost electric. From the very first listen, I was addicted to this man’s voice and flow. I swear, I must’ve played it on repeat nonstop at least 48 hours straight. Ask Elsa, ‘ish was crazy.

In retrospect, I think his back story and music impacted so many of us so intensely b/c BIG’s undeniable success made any and everything seem possible. If this akward fat kid with a lazy eye from Brooklyn could jump on a straight upstart label like Bad Boy and turn the world out, then shit… Why couldn’t I party my ass of off, graduate at the top of my class, have the career of my dreams, make millions of dollars and pop bottles poolside w/ my boo for the remainder of my life?

I’m just saying.

Anyhoo, I am so thankful for the inspiration. You da best Big Poppa!

Normally when I turn to the Style Network it’s a lazy Saturday on the couch. As I lay around, flipping the channel, I’ll sometimes wind-up watching one of their many kitchy reality shows like- How Do I Look?, Whose Wedding Is It Anyway? or if I’m in the mood for a whole lot of bobblehead-type action, Giuliani & Bill. That’s about it. But the other night, I happened to tune into their original series, Ruby. You know the one about 500+lb woman, Ruby Gettinger’s ongoing struggle to lose weight? And all I can say is O-M-G.

This might be one of the best reality shows EVER. I don’t know if it’s her heavy Southern accent or her extra
girly/ prudish ways (which seem so hilarious on a this grown ass now 350lb woman) but I am in LOVE with Ruby.

When she talks about wearing dresses to hide her weight (um, who hasn’t done that?) or being embarrassed to have her ex-boyfriend Denny who is like a personal trainer or some such nonsense see her wearing a bathing suit, I promise you my heart aches. And then, in the very next breath she’s being hilarious and making fun of herself and having a better time than most folks I know… Sigh. It’s fantastic.

Okay so I just saw this picture on Bossip. And not for nothing, I literally did a double take. WTF? ‘Cause maybe it’s just my shakey bakey memory, but didn’t these two women each have a child within weeks of one another by the same yuck mouth rapper less than a year ago?


I guess I have more work to do on my personal growth index but I’m not so sure I could be all hugged up with the next chick this damn soon. Uh-uh, no ma’am. Granted, I’m not saying that I would need to go all Kim Porter with it and hate on all the baby mamas but this pic right here makes ME uncomfortable.

What say you?
Or are you too distracted by Nivea’s extra smedium vest and whatever that fake fur, Snuggie-looking dress that Lauren is wearing to even think about it? It’s okay, you can tell me.

On a lighter and extremely exciting note-


My co-author Denene and I were selected to be included amongst The Brown Bookshelf’s Twenty-Eight Days Later- A Black History Month Celebration of Children’s Literature 2010 Spotlight Authors & Illustrators.

For those who are unfamiliar, The Brown Bookshelf is one of the premiere websites for finding Picture Books, Middle Grade and Young Adult Literature written, illustrated or that contain a majority of African-Americans characters. And the 28 Days Later initiative is an annual month-long showcase celebrating of their picks for the very best. READ: this is a big damn deal!

Feel free to check out Denene and I discussing the state of Black YA lit, our writing process and most importantly what we learned along the way HERE as I whop it out around my apartment to THIS.

After Sade, there are very few releases that I’m holding my breath for this year- new Jay-Z album included. But not for nothing, I am SO ready for a new Monica album.

Check out the video for her first single, ‘Everything To Me.’
I’m so not mad. Her voice is as strong as ever (which is a relief). Oh and her co-star, Chad ‘Ochocinco’ Johnson ain’t too hard on the eyes either… I’m just saying.

Anyhoo, what do you think? Let me know…

So after all the hoopla Shani Davis came right back and kicked ass in the men’s 1,000-meter speed skating competition, huh? Well alrighty then. Chicago, stand up!


On an itty bitty sidenote, this is probably a horrible thing to say considering how hard all those athletes work to prepare but forreal, forreal I so could care less about the Olympic Games. (Mind you, I have a friend that’s very, very likely to land a spot on the USA track team and still… Not so much.) No offense.

And it’s weird cause didn’t we all used to LIVE for the Olympics?? I can distinctly remember begging my parents to let me stay up late and watch whatever-the-hell competition was on TV: ice skating, gymnastics, downhill skiing, track & field. Mind you, this was before there were Black people to watch and identify with.

*dead fish eyes*

I wonder what that’s about… Am I the only one that couldn’t give two shits about bringing home the “gold” to the ‘ole U-S of A? Especially when we still can’t manage to bring home the health insurance? Or how about the end to the recession?

I’m just saying… *kanye shrug*

BEFORE:

AFTER:

DAMN.

So the other night, I had a pizza and TV date with my homie, D. And for some unforeseen reason we ended up watching the new episode in the latest season of VH1’s Celebrity Fit Club. Um, how can I put this nicely… Oh. My. God.

Bobby Brown? Tanisha from Bad Girls Club? Shar Jackson? K-Fed? Oh and puh-lease don’t get me started on Nicole Egbert, the lifeguard chick from Baywatch who used to run up and down the beach looking like that red flotation device she carried weighed more than her. Well just know, homegirl has turned into a straight up Kirstie Alley’s mini-me and wait on it.. the bish only weighs 130lbs! Who’s body falls apart at 130lbs?? No ma’am. FAIL.

*makes the sign of the cross and quickly thanks God for good genes*

And while we definitely got our laugh on at these fallen stars’ expense, I have to tell you… Secretly, my heart truly broke for Bobby. To see that bloated face all up close and personal?

Dude, Bobby used to be a SEX SYMBOL. Like forreal. From New Edition to his way too short lived solo career… that man was off da chain. And now look. Sigh. I can’t. Insisting that he’s clean and sober but still sucking down cans of Bud beer and glasses of straight vodka like a damn fish. And when that fat bottom lip got to twitching?

DEAD FISH EYES.

Needless to say, I will be sending up prayers- as I what? Tune in EV’RY damn week.

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