Mitzi Moments

Mitzi Moments

can i get an amen

By on February 26, 2008 in keep hope alive

So exciting, I just found out that my new teen book HOTLANTA (hitting stores at the top of april) received a favorable review in Publisher’s Weekly! To put it in perspective, PW picks are the Golden Globes to New York Times Bestseller Ocar gold. Normally, PW picks receive favorable treatment from bookstores, magazines and in the case of teen books- LIBRARIES. ‘Cause it’s all about having HOTLANTA shelved in every singel high school library from here to Kalamazoo… Read what the nice lady had to say about my book:

And so I ask again, have you pre-ordered your copy of HOTLANTA yet????

two snaps down…

By on February 25, 2008 in why we as a people can't get ahead

After barely recovering from a vicious 24-hour flu, I went to see the final performance of The Color Purple musical last night at the Broadway Theater. Now, commonsense says I should’ve stayed my behind home and watched the Oscars. but since it was officially the last night of the show’s Broadway run and I actually paid full price for my ticket, I popped some Immodium (thanks Sharae) and went to see what all the hype was about.

And all I have to say about the show is- WHY? WHY, WHY, WHY? Why would Oprah sign off on that ridiculous interpretation of such a classic novel and movie? You say Bush doesn’t care about black people? After sitting through last night’s performance, I have some serious questions about my beloved Lady O. Otherwise how could she see on all the peeling lace front wigs, poorly placed microphones (dead on the center of the forehead? Really?), gruesome facial expressions made by Celia, unnecessary extra plot (did Celie really sell pants?) and gratuitous lesbian liason references and still co-sign on that tomfoolery? I mean seriously, when the gossipy chorus is the best part of the show, Houston we’ve got a problem.

Not to sound like a miserable killjoy- yes, I am always happy to see black people working, and there were definately some notable individual moments within the extra long two and a half hour performance but the next time an evil, lowdown dirty, ignorant woman-beating masochist like Harpo can be reformed and redeemed by simply changing his dark colored shirt to a rainbow hued plaid one, PUH-lease count me out.

colored snow is not your friend

By on February 22, 2008 in miracle on 169th street

I love snow days!!! But let me be specific, not the day of blustery dirty water flurries that stick to your hair instead of the ground and only make you wet and annoyed. I’m talking about a certified- winterwonderland, shut it down, curl up on the couch with my fave pillow/blanket, watch the latest delivery from Netflix and talk to my girls on the phone all day long type of snow day. SIGH. I’m in heaven right now…

Drama loves snow days too. As soon as my dog sees fresh snow, she forgets that she’s supossed to be an geriatric eleven-year old dog with a pronounced limp and bad attitude. Instead, she reverts to those long gone puppy days when she used to run amuck across my mom’s lawn leaving little trails of yellow snow behind. Hee-hee.

pass the collection plate

By on February 21, 2008 in going to hell in a handbasket

So I’m reading this story that was intitally reported on the CBS Early Show about a pastor in south Florida that is encouraging his married parishioners to have sex on a daily basis. According to Relevant Church head pastor Paul Wirth:
“A great sex life is a challenge and takes focus, determination, and planning,” reads the church web site. “Some say it’s an unrealistic goal, but we disagree. We believe you can have a great sex life, in fact we believe God wants you to have a great sex life.”

Can I get an amen? This man issued a 30-day challenge to all his members to go out and get some! http://www.relevantchurch.com/
All I want to know is where do I sign up for the choir? Cause for the first time in my adult life, I’m starting to think that there may actually be something to this whole organized religion thing. Praise the Lord!

Alas, the inevitable let down:
“Pastor Wirth’s 30-day challenge does not extend to unmarried congregants. Instead, they were asked to abstain from sex for the month.”

BOO.

bless the hands that tend to the naps

By on February 21, 2008 in it's not a game out there

So I’m chatting with a good friend that cuts hair for living and he mentions that he isn’t feeling so well. Something about a sore throat and tightness in the forehead… Not thinking much of it, I suggested he take some Emergency, get some rest, and promised to check on him the next day.

Well in true Mitzi form, as soon as I hung up the phone my mind got to spinning out of control- What would happen if he really got sick? Who was going to cut his clients hair? And then bringing it back to me- ’cause I always do- what would would happen if Edris, my favorite hairdresser in the whole entire world ever got sick? What if it happened on a day that I needed her? Omigod, I would be DEVASTATED. ‘Cause ask anyone who’s ever seen me with the signature EDRIS party ‘do- that woman makes my hair SANG. Whenever I leave her salon I look and feel like a sups-dupa-star!!!

Besides it’s a scientific fact that can’t nothing go right when your hair is a wreck. I’m willing to go as far as, there are just some people that should never be allowed to get sick, go on vacation, have babies, etc.- brain surgeons, the President of the United States, and most importantly, hairstylists. Shoot… Edris is just as important as my transplant coordinator and quietly, even more of a priority when it’s time to step out (no offense Maureen).

Please believe that from this day forward, without fail, I will be including Ms. Edris in ALL my daily prayers.

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