And the Obama momentum continues…
And the Obama momentum continues…
Can I tell you? I love me some snow. Okay wait, let me be a tad more specific- I do not love cold weather, dirty slush, treacherous driving conditions, or the stink in the subways that inevitably accompany a snowstorm BUT I do love me some winterwonderland-esque snow days. Sigh.
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!
Okay for all my Gossip Girl obsessed friends, did everybody see that navy brocade skirt that Blair was wearing for the majority of the show last night? HOT. Well turns out that it’s actually a piece from this really exclusive French line called BGN of which my BGB (bestest gay boyfriend) since our more scandalous days at FAMU, Geoffrey Payton happens to be the North American Sales Director. Mmm-hmmm…
Okay I have to take a moment to shout out one of my friends that making the magic happen despite all the drama and confusion going on with this unstable economy… my girl Melissa.
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
I hear you on the mixed race, but if you ask me, Obama ain’t nothing but Black.
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.
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.
I see I’m not the only one who doesn’t like it when people show up at my apartment unannounced…
Apparently,a panda bear bit the crap out of a man who jumped in his pen to retrieve a toy that had fallen over the railing at the Beijing Zoo. Daaaammmmn… I thought panda were suppossed to be friendly, social-type creatures.
But bigger than the panda with an attitude, WHY was this man able to simply HOP a little fence?? What in the world? WHY was the fence that low?
And please don’t tell me it’s so people can get up close and personal with nature. Cause THAT is not nature. Not even on a dare. THAT is a wild animal that’s been caged up AGAINST it’s will for our amusement. What would make you think they’re remotely happy to see you? Mmm-hmmm, like ELsa used to tell me- keep playin’ if you want to.
Personally, my scary behind will take a good ole American zoo with triple layers of plexiglass and the sky-high electric fence enclosure with enough voltage to shock that ass to death if a strand of hair brushes against it any day of the damn week. If and when I want so see some “nature” I’ll go chill in Central Park and watch the shirtless white boys play football in the dead of winter. That’s enough wildlife for me, thank you very much.