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Mitzi Moments

the babies are getting big…

By on December 15, 2008 in i'm not ready to be a grandmother, it's in the genes

Okay, I had to take a sec to give my little cousin Roy (the cute one with the big ears in the top row, center) a quick shout. He was officially named to the 2008 FIRST Team All-FCIAC East Football team in CT. Woo Hoo!!!! I am so proud of him!

OMG, I still remember when he was little enough for me to snatch that badass up with one hand and beat his butt with the other. Now look… he’s bench pressing 265lbs and trying to decide what college he wants to play for.

Uh-uh, I can’t. Vianet, please go get your nephew.

so this is your president, huh…

By on December 15, 2008 in made for the maury show, tagging out

Hopefully, we’ve all managed to stop laughing at the look on President Bush’s face when he got not one but TWO shoes hurled at his lying ass in Iraq the other day (that was a helluva duck tho). And I promise I won’t beat the horse any deeper into the ground than that fool on CNN, trying to turn the tomfoolery into a serious topic with ridiculous questions like- ‘how did this happen?’ Um, eight years of pent-up aggression is my best bet. ‘With all the security at the bunker, how did this person get inside?’ Probably walked in with shoes on like everyone else.

But I did want to take a moment to point out the funniest part of the confrontation. No not the shoe, not the duck, not even the dead-on slurs but rather- the length of time it took the American Secret Service to care enough to react.

Seriously, what were the good ‘ole boys doing back behind the door? SLEEPING? Dude stood up, screamed “This is a farewell kiss, you dog,” took off a shoe, threw it, took off another shoe, the Iraq agents started to get involved and THEN the American Secret Servicemen decide to pop out and do something? Woah.

slow friday…

By on December 12, 2008 in work it white girl

Thank you Jesus, the sun finally shines-sorta. Guess there’s no getting out of tomorrow’s run. Sigh. Considering I haven’t seen the gym in 2 days- who can make it out the crib when there’s a monsoon going on- no promises on a smooth finish. Let us pray, I don’t fall out, have a heart attack and end up on the back page of the Post. Which basically the same level treatment Ashley Simpson-Wentz received when she and hte hubby with way too much eyeliner tried to hock the photos of their new son, Bronx Mowgli. Not ONE single interested buyer. Damn, that’s messed up.

the stretch-marked skin i’m in…

By on December 11, 2008 in feedback

So 51% of you guys prefer to get it popping with the lights on?? Very progressive, aren’t we? Could it be that the Dove Campaign For Real Beauty is actually on to something? Have we finally learned to embrace the body’s natural lumps and bumps? Hmm, knowing my triflin’ friends it’s probably all the access to countless YouTube videos of super, super-sized women wearing bras and thongs/ dental floss (as seen on my new guilty pleasure http://www.yeahisaiditandwhat.blogspot.com/). But whatever it takes… it’s good to know that we’re a-okay working with what our mamas gave us. Thanks Els!

Oh and I’m so sure it won’t be much longer until the 43% of you guys on the fence with the over-exposure issues fall into the bucket with the rest of us exhibitionists. As much money as the cute undies cost? Who wants to be hiding? I need you to see the product and the overall vision. This way, you can understand why I wanna wild out when you carelessly break a strap or rip the seam.

As for the remaining 5%… Let’s see, what can I say… Um, have fun fumbling around in the dark? I sure hope you’re using protection and making your partner go to the doctor on a regular basis. ‘Cause if they can’t see you, guess what? You can’t see it. And I am not the one for crazy surprise that can happen in the dark. No sir.

i die…

By on December 11, 2008 in it's not a game out there

You know what? Rich people K-I-L-L me!

Why is there an article in today’s New York Times about people with money who feel too guilty to be seen carrying too many high end shopping bags because of this whole annoying ‘recession thing’??? Wait on it… Rather than reduce the gratuitous consumption; these chicks have gone underground!
Instead, they are choosing to shop at private showroom sales in random hotel rooms and apartments around the city-with armed security at the doors. Um, okay Harriet…
And I quote… “‘These people felt as if they belonged to a club,’ Ms. Stratton-Norris said, ‘one that caters to their tastes and where they could meet like-minded people.’ Socially at ease, they were free to indulge an acquisitive streak, ‘not embarrassed to purchase in multiples or to tell me, I’ll have one of these in every color.’ ” Do you want one in every color Buffy? Really? HILARIOUS.

Not for nothing, but doesn’t this remind you of those secret swinger societies? I can see it now… shop first, exchange husbands later. Umm-hmmm, you know I’m on to something.

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