Okay party people, it’s about that time for you to log back onto Amazon.com! After five long months, the second book in the HOTLANTA series- IF YOU ONLY KNEW is on sale not now but RIGHT NOW.
The official drop date (read: when it will be on shelves in bookstores nationwide) is actually October 1st. So pls prepare yourself for the string of shameless self promoting e-blasts and posts on my blog around that time. But puh-lease, feel free to be ahead of the curve…
It’s time to be a friend (and keep Mitzi off the cheese line). Log on NOW and purchase your copy TODAY! And then, here’s the really important part, tell someone that I don’t know about it! I can only keep this cha cha line moving with your support.
Mitzi Moments
Attention, attention!
I know some of you have been asking/ wondering what ever happened with the African American Literary Award. Unfortunately, at this time I do not know whether or not HOTLANTA won this year’s award. According to official website, the polls are closed and the winners will be announced at the Award ceremony on September 25th. So stay tuned Mitzi-fans, I’ll have an answer for you in t-minus 14 days!
And again, thanks for all of your continued support.
Okay, so let’s keep it all the way live. The REAL reason that I hate the fall is because it is the inevitable time of reckoning between me and my damn jeans. I swear, I can go an entire late spring/ summer without ONCE wearing a pair of jeans- nothing but dresses, skirts and shorts for yours truly. But come September, the gig is up. And there is NOTHING worse than trying to pull up those “safety” jeans (you know the ones that should ALWAYS fit, come hell or heavy period) and them feeling extra snug on the thighs. That pinch of the button and the inevitable soft-squishy spillage over the top EVEN when you’re holding your break reduces even the most resillient/ SECRET reading/ I love my body self-esteem to shambles.
As if the self esteem damage wasn’t enough, it also forces me to make the hard choices- should I kiss the extra dinner/drinks money good bye and purchase new jeans that fit comfortably OR get back on the crazy workout plan and kiss the actual dinner/drinks good bye (’cause who has the energy at the end of the day).
Sigh, what’s a curvy girl to do?
And I’ll admit it- I startedn to tear up as I watched him walk down the aisle this past Saturday. It was like a straight out of body experience. Thankfully, our mutual friend Christina (and a fellow single girl) was sitting beside me and she looked equally as freaked out so I know I wasn’t havig a purely selfish moment.
On the brightside, once I got past the whole ‘OMG, Dana Doggett is REALLY getting married before me’ thing, the reception was the straight open bar, good food, jump off. The party MC came with a dancing entourage and a ton of props- whistles, cowboy hots, maracas, tamborines, neon glow sticks, afro wigs, jester hats and lots of tomfoolery. I swear I danced until my feet hurt and then two steps more.
When it’s all said and done, I’m so happy for my boy (that’d the back of his big head on the cha cha line). Tawana (you guessed it, the one with the white dress) is a great person and god bless her heart for taking it on. Now if only they’ll agree toschedule a recommitment ceremony jump-off with that same party MC every year, it’ll be all to the good!
It’s so funny to me how differently people react to aging. On the complete opposite end of the spectrum from Mo (who for the record actually has a fantabulous job, husband, apartment, etc.), I was THRILLED to turn thirty. As those who joined me for the extravagant bday bash can attest, I was beyond hype to usher in the new era. And I promise you, two years later, not a thing as changed. I love being grown. For the first time in my life, I feel like I have finally truly harnessed the power of the word “no.” And I am excercising this right on a daily basis with my countless “not really,” I don’t think so,” “I disagree,” “not so much,” “not so fast,” “not even on a dare”and my all time fave “actually, I’d rather not.” There’s nothing in the world like opting opt of something or someone that in your heart of hearts, you KNOW you want nothing to do with. Sigh.
So come on, say it with me- um yeah, NO. Ha! You know it feels good.