Mitzi Moments

Mitzi Moments

i felt like a mary kay rep…

By on July 1, 2008 in why we as a people can't get ahead

So this past Saturday, my mom’s co-worker/ homegirl Sheila organized this meet-n-greet/ booksigning at her house out in Ozone Park for me to hustle my books. Always up for an adventure (cause God only knows where Ozone Park is in relation to my apt in Washington Heights), me and my mom packed up the Volvo, grabbed the extra vague directions that Sheila gave her at work (no, I don’t own a Garvin) and rode out.

Okay, seriously? I had so much fun. Like the kinda fun where you’re completely exhausted and all you’ve done is sit around, talk mess with grown folks, and eat all night. And please believe, the food poppin’.
Everyone was so funny and nice. Asking questions and talking about THE ABW GUIDE TO LIFE, THE VOW & HOTLANTA- like they really cared about my couple of books. And then, at the end of the evening, they actually bought the product!! Like several copies and whatnot. SIGH. Nothing says love like a receipt of purchase.

is it really…

By on June 27, 2008 in tapped out

4:45p? The days just seem to fly by ESPECIALLY with a weekend around the corner. So far so good with the schedule, life during the workdays has become more productive than not so I won’t coplain BUT as for the afterwork stuff… that’s another story.

So on Wednesday night I went out with my girlfriends. Since it’s been a million and one years since we’ve all gotten together, dressed up, dressed up and headed out we decided to go hard and hit up three venues- a pre-draft party at the Manhattan Porche delearship, a friend’s party in the LES and D-Nice’s bday party at Plumm (better known as the old Nells). All I can say is- being the sober friend sucks.
While it was wonderful to catch up with old faces, chit-chat with new boys and be out with the girls, that whole “natural high” and “just a ginger ale for me, please” business only lasts for so long. And certainly not long enough to numb the pain in my feet or mask the increasing body odor factor (of the folks around us NOT my friends) as the night progressed. By about 2am, yours truly was DONE. But of course, I still had a friend dancing on top of the table so I couldn’t exactly just get up and leave. Sigh.
When I finally dragged my tired behind into the cab home, I could barely feel anything below my knees. Mind this is despite the fact that I’d changed into the emergency flip-flops. You know it’s bad when you get out the cab and the corner boys jump up to open door b/c they pity you, not cause you’re fly. Two days later and I’m still not okay… And the summer is just beginning. Pray for me ya’ll.

my heart yearns…

By on June 24, 2008 in it's not a game out there

for a washer and dryer. Like seriously, my definition of ‘happily-ever-after’ is a top of the line washer and dryer inside my apartment. Forget the husband, baby and white picket fence (watching all the bad ass kids cut up in the supermarkets cured me of all that)… I’m talking, can’t sleep at four in the morning? Go ahead and throw that single pair of jeans in the machine so that even if I’m grumpy, I’ll still look sexy.

I HATE the laundry room in the basement of my building. Although I only wash the floor mats and dog towels, it’s still too much time out of my life lost in that dank, stinky rat hole. Every time I’m down there, I start creating all these horror story scenarios in my head about getting slashed, killed, and beheaded by some recently released psychopath. I can see it now-the trifling super will find my head spinning in the industrial size dryer when he finally shows up to lock the room at 9.30p. Yes, I have an active imagination dammit. But if it goes down, don’t say I never told you.

you thought young buck sucked…

By on June 24, 2008 in made for the maury show

Ok, this is a horrible, horrible thing to admit but since we’re amongst friends I’ll just say it. The video of Shaq’s freestyle rhyme breaking on lame ass Kobe Bryant is HILARIOUS!!!!

OMG, Shaq looks like a drunken mess (I hope he’s drunk and not just a mess), bragging about stuff no one cares about, calling himself BIG Shaq and crying and complaining about getting kicked off the Lakers what, a hundred years ago? But wait on it…the icing on the cake, taunting Kobe like a child on a playground? “Kobe, tell me how my ass taste?” Fifty bucks says that’s the new quote of the summer- Take notes Lil’ Wayne.

I’m sorry but I must share:

trying to get my life together…

By on June 24, 2008 in keep hope alive

I love working for myself. I really do. The whole random napping when I want, picking my own projects, rushing out to a last minute sample sale, lunch dates whenever I feel like it, freedom of being my own boss is not lost on me. How-some-ever, there are some negatives: the non-existent 401K, hustling like your rent money depends on it (cause it really does), lack of consistent socialization (talking to Drama only counts half the time), the living room doubling as my office, etc have definitely kept me up a night or two. But the biggest downside of being self-employed is that it really requires a ton of discipline and self-motivation. And for the record, I have very little to none of either. Which is not a good thing.

I swear, despite the fact that I religiously wake up at 8.30am every morning. I never seem to accomplish half of the items on my to-do-list. Sigh. And I must admit, it’s extremely depressing. Hence the weekly therapy session (read: co-pay bill).

But rather than stay in a funk (as Elsa like to call my signature fussy mood swings), I’ve decided to be proactive. Remember the new life mantra: I am positive, optimistic and open to all my blessings.

And as of this morning-drum roll, please- I’ve created a new and improved workday schedule!!! Yes sir, my day will be broken down into planned out hour and half long segments from the moment I open my eyes until the point where I unplug the phone (gotta deter myself from stay up late and talking on the phone like I’m in high school). I promise, this time, I’m sticking to it… well, at least for the next two weeks. Why 2 weeks? Because allegedly that’s how long it takes for a habit to form. And from there it should be smooth sailing. Or so I think.

Oh and, if you have any suggestions on ways to improve my time management skills, now is the time to chime in, thanks!

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