Mitzi Moments

Yippie, we made it! After much drama and confusion, I am finally in Martha’s Vineyard for Nicole and Melissa’s weeklong 30th birthday celebration. It’s my first time in the Vineyard… so excited.

The gang of us spent the first day, lounging at the beach, drinking wine, junk food, watching Sex In The City and talking junk about different ways to say no thank you to fun times in the no-no hole.
Then the very next morning, Melissa’s knucklehead boyfriend, Julius showed up for his three day cameo. Naturally, he brought the unique energy only an overly confident, good looking, college educated, former ball playing, single Black man with no kids and a good job can bring: no he won’t stop talkin’ shit; yes, he’s knows everything and most importatnly, where’s the McDonalds? Yeah, you heard me- Where’s. The. McDonalds. Sigh.

Stay tuned for more updates of the ubsurd…

Ever feel like the Universe is trying to tell you something?
Last week Friday I pulled a major muscle called the iliopsoas. And it hurt like hell. To make matter worse, the strained muscle became inflamed and never went down. In fact, it got to the point where it got so big it was pressing on the sciatic nerve in my right leg. I know, sounds like a whole lot of personal medical information. But bear with me. Cause long story short? I was in breathtaking pain for almost three days straight. I’m talking tears in the street, looking for the elevator in the subway, can’t get out of bed in the middle of the night, calling Elsa to come get me pain.
Now we all know, there’s always a lesson in the struggle, right? And my lesson came when the doctor informed me of the cause the increased inflammation. Apparently, 75% of the severe inflammation was due to me not resting, running around the city trying to do 50 million things at once in no support having flip-flops and joggig on the pavement. The other 25%? Well that was from straight up stress. My constant worrying about what’s next, what I’m not doing, who owes me what, where I should be, etc. Simply put, my inability to relax,relate and release finally caught up with me.
And so now, that I’m back at a point where I can actually get up out of the bed and move around again with some sense of normalacy all I say is- DULY NOTED. Ain’t no fun being the cripple chick. It’ time to let go and let God… while I make like GUY and chill for a bit.
(sorry if you’re too young to understand).

So I finally went to a BBQ this past Saturday. And after all the complaining I was doing about not getting invited to one you’d think I’d be overjoyed and doing one-handed cartwheels… not so much. But you know what your mom always says- if you ain’t got nothing nice to say keep it to yourself.
So all I’m going to say is- it was really nice to catch up with my girl Christina and her friends from Howard. Hopefully, the next time I won’t have to drive to somewhere behind God’s back, be surrounded by a very whatever crowd of people and damn near break my front tooth on an overcooked lobster claw.

I’m trying my best to remain an upbeat, positive, optimistic person but what the HELL kinda weather are we having???? One minute it’s sunny then it’s freezing cold then its a freaking monsoon. It’s too much. How am I suppossed to get work done if every time the sun shines, I have to bolt outside b/c I don’t know how long it will be untill it returns? And then you wonder why I want to live somewhere that stays warm all year round. I need some stability dammit.

OMIGOD, today is Aug 15th!!! Can you believe it? The summer is about to be OVER. What the hell happened to all the cute parties and hot boys I was supossed to be meeting???? I still have a bunch of pretty party dresses hanging in my closet with tags on them. COME ON PEOPLE! Can somebody please invite me to a decent BBQ with a DJ that can really spin and some men that I haven’t met before/ slept with one of my girls/ can congugate their verbs??? GOLLY.
But bigger than my inability to find a party worth wearing my new Christian Louboutins or meet anyone new worth a double take, the end of summer also signals my least favorite time of the year- wedding season. For the record, I’m already booked for two weddings in September and expecting another invitation any moment now. Every time I go to the mailbox, I get nervous. Am I the only single person that feels like she’s going broke celebrating other people’s love???
Not that I’m not thrilled for my peeps- Anne and Andy are so adorable I predicted nuptials the first time I met him and my homie Dana? Well, I’m not saying nothing till he gets actually gets down the aisle. Not that I don’t think Tawana is the goods cause for putting up with him this long she really is… I just know my homeboy. But whatev, up to the online registries I go.

I know I’m probably going to hell for this but I gotta say, I find it so amusing when prominent pinktoes fall apart in public. I’d like to think it’s less about race and more about equality. African American are repeatedly getting put on blast for the ignorance (hello, Jesse Jackson). So a little balance is always appreciated. I know, I know… Whatever I need to say to make myself feel better. So what I’m having a moment!

So how in the world is John Edwards gonna get caught up in the made-for-Maury paternity suit when his wife is dying of cancer? As if adultry isn’t bad enough? You’re going to kick her back in while she’s dealing with chemo treatments? My. God.

And then what about good ‘ole Hayden Panetiere from NBC’s Heros? Why her dad got to slap boxing her momma’s face the other night? Apparently, when the po-po showed up, Dad told them that she “disrespected” him (yes, that’s a quote) by being all up in some other dude’s face at the party they’d just come from. Not the “disrespected” excuse!

Lord, what’s next? A leaked sex tape featuring Laura Bush and David Beckham? I swear, there’s trailer park in heaven for every last one of them.