Mitzi Moments

Mitzi Moments

it was so big…

By on May 17, 2008 in going to hell in a handbasket

It took almost seven hours but I finally made it to Phoenix, Arizona. I’m so excited to be somewhere that 90 degrees and straight sunshine in considered a cool day; I don’t know what to do with myself. Oh wait, yes I do, I went and worked poolside.

When the sun finally went down, I headed over to Chase Stadium to check out the Arizona Diamond Backs play the Detroit Tigers (wearing my Yankees cap of course). Can I just tell you? I had the biggest case of stadium envy! It was so modern and clean compared to Yankee Stadium; I almost didn’t know to act. The fans were all orderly and polite (read: uninteresting). There were fireworks whenever a player hit a homerun. and even when they (unfortunately) rallied in the 7th to beat the Tiger 4-3, there was very little gloating or tomfoolery.

Got to be honest, not sure I like that.

I sure hope that when the new Yankee Stadium opens up next season, people don’t start to act so civilized that I can’t catch a mom losing her mind over a lame play while feeding her 7 year old kid a hotdog. Yeah, I said it.

they really like it…

By on May 14, 2008 in keep hope alive

This morning I had my first official book signing/ reading for HOTLANTA. Denene flew up from Atlanta and we spoke to about thrity high school students from two different schools in Brooklyn at the Brooklyn Public Library in Grand Army Plaza (the ones in the picture are from a private school and the rest were from a local public school).

Omigod, it was so fun!! I love me some opinated teenagers! Those kids are hilarious and the things that make them happy are so silly. It was really nice to hear feedback about the story- which characters they liked, hated, didn’t understand…But most of all, it gave me the motivation to keep writing. Because as many of you know, I have been having the harest time concentrating on this thrid installment of the series. Sigh. Maybe this writing for a living thing ain’t all bad…

the people you really need to know…

By on May 12, 2008 in love be a cellulite cream

Praise the Lord, I have finally made friends with the girl who works at the Dunkin Doughnuts across the street from my house!!! WOO HOO!! When I say I feel like I won the fraking lotto, I kid you not.

You see, for the self employed, the DD girl is the equivilant to the ladies in the cafe at a corporate office. When they like you, all sorts of good things happen. At JANE, I used to get free juice and extra fries. Not to mention, the occasional bag of gummy bears. Now, I’m receiveing a friendly smile and a free chocolate frosted with sprinkles. YUMMY!!!
Sure this friendship is the undoing of all the hours that I spend running to my death on the threadmill but who doesn’t like free?

my cell phone gives me high blood pressure…

By on May 9, 2008 in keep hope alive

It’s certified, I have the absolutely worst PDA luck in the world. After less than a month, the $300 phone that I finally upgraded to b/c everyone insisted it would make my life less stressful started to act up- the light would go out in the middle of typing an email, the icons freeze, the oh-so-addictive game was on the blink and the ringers didn’t work. Go figure.

So like any savy consumer who paid way too much for a product, I immediately take the phone back to the store where I bought. Sounds simple, right? Wrong. Customer service in the Sprint store on 34th street is a nighmare of incompetency. I lost FOUR hours of my life trying to get a new phone despite the fact that there I was only one of three customers in the store. But wait on it, I get home and realize the internet service is jacked up!!!

Now everytime I send a message from my handset, a copy of it gets delivered to my inbox (almost as if I’d cc’d myself on the message). AND, when I send an email from my computer at home (because Gmail is the primary email account on the phone), I get a message from there on the handset as well. It’s ridiculous. I spent THREE hours on the phone with the Blackberry customer rep for her to come to the conclussion that there’s a malfunction with the handset and I need to GO BACK to Sprint and get another phone.

I almost vomited in my mouth. Reduce stress? This damn phone has me on the verge of a breakdown. I want to pitch it across the room or even better at the half way illiterate chick who sold it to me. Oh my goodness, I completley and totally understand Naomi right now…

Does anybody have a Blackberry where their Gmail account its the default account? And if so, CAN YOU PLEASE HELP ME????? I sewar, if I have to go back to that Sprint store on a Saturday, I very well might commit suicide.

will you sing with the choir…

By on May 8, 2008 in going to hell in a handbasket

Is it just me or are Black men between 30 to 38 years old, looking grossly out of shape nowadays? Like seriously, can a sister get some washboard abs and tight pecs in her life without dating a professional athlete? Or recent parolee?

Now don’t get me wrong, as my close friends will quickly attest, over the years I have been known to find all kinds of men attractive- tall, short, slim, even juicy… BUT there’s a limitation to the stupidity. And when the extra smedium button-up shirt is straining against the double D man-boobs and those birthing hips are so pronounced that the most expensive suit in the world can’t hide the swaying movement, it’s a wrap. And you know what I’m talking about dammit!!

Say it with me now…

NO MORE SLOPPY BODY BOYS!!!

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