Mitzi Moments

Mitzi Moments

jilly from philly was really cool…

By on June 20, 2008 in made for the maury show

I wrote a story on Jill Scott for Metro newspaper. It ran today but since I have yet to leave my house, I doubt I’ll obtain get a hard copy. Oh well.

Gotta admit, I didn’t have any expectations when I got the assignment (except the check). But I’m pleased to say, I really liked Ms. Scott. As I told my girl Lisa, it’s nice to know that whenever we manage to get famous we’ll be able to remain good people as well. Ha!
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I know this is all late but am I the only one who thinks Lil’ Wayne is marginally talented and extremely annoying? So his album sold a million in the first week- what else was there for people to buy and let’s not forget, southerners are always very loyal to their artists. Initially, I was jsut going to keep my opinion to myself- that whole positive, optimistic and open to my blessings philosopohy thing I’m trying. But when I hear critics predicting that this may go down as one of the greatest rap albums of all times… Oh hell-to-the-naw! That drug addicted fool can barely conjugate a verb and like my favorite morning show host, Miss Jones so eloquently said, it ain’t nothing but a bunch nursery school rhymes. I am so sick of hip-hop.

we made it…

By on June 20, 2008 in i'm not ready to be a grandmother

Today is officially the first day of summer! Can I get a THANK YOU LORD from the choir? Even if the temperature still doesn’t reflect it- no, 75 degrees is not hot- I am thrilled beyond words. According to my horoscope, things are supossed to be looking up for at least the next week. I’m hoping that will include at least a fifteen to twenty degree rise in the temperature. That way, I can a)show off the results of all this freaking excercising I’ve been doing all winter and b) justify all the money I’ve spent on cute summer dresses. Cause lord knows, we love to blow the budget ona cute dress.

Yesterday morning, I went to my little cousins’s graduation from middle school. Words cannot express how disorienting the experience was to me. Last time I checked, these little boys were wearing diapers and getting their butts beat on a regular basis. Now they’re wearing suits and talking about ‘oh that’s my ex-girlfriend’. Your ex-girlfriend? It was just too much. I am so not mentally prepared to have kids and let them grow up… ever.

i need a time out…

By on June 16, 2008 in using our powers for good

What is about a dreary summer Monday that makes everyone look so cranky? As my boy Anthony described it, like the 5-year old that you’re about to preemptively shove a bottle in his/ her mouth to avoid the crying? Perhaps its the nagging thought that today could’ve been sunny and beautiful but instead, its overcast, moist and not even all that warm. Had this been the fall or winter, at least we would have expected and accepted the whatever NYC weather. But in the month of June? On behalf of all the aggy Monday morning subway riders, I demand warm summer breezes and shiny happy people every step of the way!

On the upside, Christian Louboutin, Catherine Malandrino and Calypso all had sales this past weekend. And while I still may not have been able to afford to buy a thing in any of the three stores, it made me feel encouraged to know that at least they do actually have sales. ‘Cause nothing says frugal consumer more than getting the $900 pumps I’ve been fantasizing about for months at a mere $450. And despite what my mother says, I do try to be economically intelligent about my spending. Ha!

feels like a kick in the neck…

By on June 12, 2008 in why we as a people can't get ahead

There is nothing more depressing than going to the mailbox and finding nothing inside but a single bill. It’s like, I just walked away from the elevator in the opposite direction of my apartment for this mess? Geez.
Don’t people write letters anymore? Can somebody please send me a pretty card or something? It’s like the only peple that bother to send me anything are the ones I owe money. Boo.

two left feet…

By on June 11, 2008 in never too grown

My homie Charlise celebrated her 24th birthday last night by inviting a bunch of folks out to learn how to salsa. I’m not going to tell you how ironic it is that both my parents are Panamanian and I don’t know how to speak Spanish OR salsa. Needless to say, I was very excited to go.

Unfortunately, the group of us got so caught up talking about nothing, fake salsa dancing with one another and eating slices of the delicious strawberry shortcake bday cake her boyfriend bought, that we missed our lesson. SIGH. So now I’m on the only mission to figure out how to sals dance before the next family BBQ. If you know how and feel like teaching, holler at the kid.

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