Mitzi Moments

Mitzi Moments

clearly under the influence…

By on February 7, 2008 in supermarket dreams on a bodega budget

Why is it that I can never get out of Target without spending AT LEAST $100!?!? No matter how many times I give myself the ‘I’m just going to run in and get out’ pep talk, it hasn’t happened yet.

Perferct example: Last night: I went to Target to buy a towel. A single towel. Just ONE single towel that got ruined in the last unexpected bathroom leak (cause you know I needed the receipt to deduct from this month’s rent that I’m paying when? Today). So anyhoo, understanding that I have a problem, I purposely didn’t arrive at Target until 15 minutes before closing (reasoning to myself that if the store is closing there should be all kinds of annoying “keep it moving shorty/ get up out of here/ the store is closing in 15 min announcements” to keep me on track). Well don’t you know Target doesn’t make closing announcements? So next thing I know it’s 9:15p and I’ve not one but TWO towels, a new floor mat/ toilet cover set, matching handtowels, a giant lint roller and replacements, face moisturizer, headbands, pancake syrup, and a seashell shaped candle holder. DOES THIS EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE? My total came to $98.51 minus the ONE towel. Um, why am I acting like there’s not a recession popping off? Didn’t my financial planner just give me the extra side-eye when we had our retirement planning meeting the other day (heeey Anthony!)? Sigh, I give up. It’s true, I’m addicted to Target

happy, happy, joy, joy

By on February 6, 2008 in using our powers for good

Sigh, I love it when star power is put to good use.
So I’m purposelly not going to mention today’s NYT article on how little money from Bono’s (RED) campaign is actually reaching the remote HIV ridden places in Africa that really need it. No comment at all. http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/06/business/06red.html?ex=1202965200&en=5c8644a316c84484&ei=5070&emc=eta1

No, I’m going to focus on Kerry Washington, Rosario Dawson, Jessica Alba and Ali Larter’s new PSA in support of Eve Ensler’s ‘V to the Tenth,’ an upcoming two-day celebration of the tenth anniversary of the Vagina Monologous in New Orleans, LA, that includes concerts, speakers and performances of the play to benefit women in the South and abroad.

Happening on April 11 and 12th, featured performers include: Common, Eve, J-Hud, Joss Stone, Ashley Judd, Ellen DeGeneres, Jane Fonda, Salma Hayek, OPRAH (yeah, i capitalized it) as well as poets, writers and scholars from around the country.

Check it Out:
http://www.etonline.com/news/2008/02/58283/index.html

super tuesday sucks…

By on February 5, 2008 in why we as a people can't get ahead

Okay my people, I’m not totally ready to toss the honorary white woman cape on my back just yet but I’m definately having a moment with ya’ll right now. Did Obama really sweep Idaho but lose New York and New Jersey? Uh-uh, I’m gonna need us to pull it together folks.

i take it back

By on February 5, 2008 in miracle on 169th street

Okay in retrospect, today might not be as bad as I wanted to believe before my mandatory time out. Cause when I finally woke up (see earlier post), I remembered my stroke of good luck this morning- I actually won a battle in the never ending NYC alternate side parking wars!!!

See what had happened, was…

Trying to be be slick. I decided to sleep in an extra 15 minutes and combine walking the dog with moving the car this morning. But when I got to the one block in my neighborhood with a double park free zone, the only spot left was in front of a fire hydrant. Mind you, that would’ve been fine if I stayed my behind in the car for the next hour. But there was no way I was sitting in my tiny car with Drama’s breath kicking on unholy high. So, using what can only be described as hood logic, I decided that since my apartment was only across the street, I’d just run the dog back inside and come back. Yeah, thats what 6 hours of sleep, no breakfast and 3 years in Washington Heights will have you thinking makes sense.

Anyhoo, I get to my apartment, take the leash off the dog, I look out the window and sure enough- the hardest freaking division of the NYPD is back a little metermaid cart up next to the Volvo. All I could think was, ‘ANOTHER $165 ticket? NOOOOOO!’

When I say I Jackie Joyner Kearsey’d it out my apartment, down the stairs, out the two heay double doors and across the traffic-filled street so fast you’d think I was a runaway slave. Waving and shouting like a maniac, “no, no, no, no officer, puh-lease officer!” I know the boys at the bodega must’ve thought I lost my god given senses the way I was behaving. So ugly-sigh. Then, taking it to the next level- cause you know how I do… I got all up in the poor officer’s face with all my morning breath talking about “Puh-lease, I just had to take the dog upstairs, I promise I will never do this again!!!” I know he took one took at my ghetto head scarf, still-got-sleep-in-the-corner-of-the-eye face, lime green polka dot pj pants and was thinking, ‘Lord have mercy; they don’t pay me enough for this.’ And he’s probably right. But whatever, cause he stopped writing the ticket and rolled off. Thank ya LORDY!

four days and counting…

By on February 5, 2008 in tapped out

Why is it that something as exciting as going to my old school BFF, Mali’s destination wedding with my fave travel partners, Angie & Carlita is turning out to be so damn stressful? Granted, no matter where I go, the last five days before departure are always hectic but this is ridiculous! Two assignments are due, a new pimple pops up every hour, everybody keeps calling an emergency meeting, the rent needs to be paid, the hairdresser is overbooked, my fave nail shop around the corner just got shut down by the health department, I lost the five pounds and the strapless magenta bridesmaid dress is looking crazy and I don’t have but two pair of clean underwear left in my drawer! Argh- I need a nap.

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