you're better than me...

I so love reading about President Obama making power moves...  first and foremost pushing forward on the much-needed health care reform and then reversing an ignorant ass George Bush policy that argued severely battered and sexually abused foreign women couldn't meet the standards of American asylum law.* Sigh.  

Nothing sexier than a man on a mission to change the world.

But since the weather is FINALLY warming up, thought we'd keep it light and discuss a really, really old poll question that I almost forgot about my damn self: Have you ever used a prescription/ non-prescription drug to enhance your sexual experience?

And for the first time, I got a unanimous decision- 100% of you guys said - NEVER.

Okay, pause.  Seriously? NOBODY has EVER smoked a little weed, popped ecstasy, used one of those over the counter creams to help the erection last longer or slathered on a gel to make the vajay-jay tingle???? Feel free to insert: serious side-eye right HERE.

Now, I'm not copping to exactly what I've done (or worse, whats on my list of things to try before its all said and done) but lets just say that on this right here, I'm definitely NOT one in the 100. 

*Be sure to click on the link and read about the crazy court case that kicked off this battle with the former Bush administration.  Home girl's common-law husband was repeatedly raping her at gun point, holding her captive, stole from her and even tried to burn her alive when he found out that she was pregnant. Crazy. 

Not for nothing, but it makes a sista wanna give her a nice, strong purse strap...

let the free flow...

First of all, lemme tell you- yesterday was a complete SUCCESS!  

I had so much fun meeting folks, showing off the new dress, taking a bunch of pictures and most importantly, selling more than my fair share of books.  So thank you, thank you to everyone who was able to make it out. It means the world.

But guess what???  All your positive energy worked!!!  When I finally got home last night (cause you know even at a book signing there's always an afterparty), I found out that I was selected to be the new GAP Brand enthusiast!! 

WOO HOO- Go Mitzi, get busy!! Go Mitzi, Go Mitzi!!!!! I am SOSOSOSO excited for the free there are no words.  And trust, I'll be updating you as the packages roll in.*

Now, if I can only get Louboutin to holla, we'll be all to the good.

* Check out the new canvas tote and mini lip-gloss 6-pack they gifted me in the welcome kit. 

Real talk? 5 out of the 6 of the mini-gloss colors are def poppin'. But at first glance I wasn't really loving the bag's heavy olive/brown overtones. You know the kid is all about a bright color. How-some-ever, when I actually pulled it out of the box- it's super lightweight, more spacious than it looks, has more than enough pockets and the yellow matches my yoga mat PERFECTLY. 

READ: even if I'm dripping in sweat, the lips will be glossy and the bag will be coordinated.

Let the choir sing...

the blueprint...

So I went by the NAACP Convention site (the New York Hilton on 6th Ave) yesterday afternoon to kinda scope out the lay of the land and try to drum -up a little last minute publicity for today's signing- 'cause you know mama is all about the grass root movement. 

And can I tell you?  There are SO MANY black people in that damn building!! It was like a multi-generational HBCU campus..... Crazy. Please don't let anyone fool you, the NAACP is still alive and kicking.

I was thinking, if Vernon Jordan was really smart, he'd cut all that damn rallying down and start a NAACP dating service.  You know something like, www.blackfolkwithcommonsensemeet.com.  Fifty bucks says the registration numbers would be through the ROOF!!! and then, when you had successful matches, people might be more willing to give back and donate. I can see it now- "I met my husband at the NAACP and now, we're lifetime members." 

Mmm-hmmm, laugh if you want... But I digress.

For those coming out this afternoon (4-6p), the Author's Pavilion is on the 3rd floor in the back to your left.  Just take the escalators straight up and then hang a left when you walk in. You can't miss it or me- in my pretty dress.

i'm one in a 100...

Big HOTLANTA day tomorrow afternoon party people!!  

From 4-6pm, yours truly will be shaking hands, taking pictures and signing copies of HOTLANTA at the NAACP's Centennial Convention's s Author's Pavilion: 100 Years, 100 Authors.

I'll be in the company of 9 other illustrious children and teen authors including: Deborah Gregory (Cheetah  Girls), L. Divine (Drama High) and even former NY Giant Tiki Barber (don't ask me what he books wrote, all I know is the man is FINE).

Seriously?  I'm SOSOSOSO excited! I done went and got me a new dress and everything.  

Oh and the best part?  The event is free and open to public!!!  WOO HOO we love the Free, Free, Free!

So if you're gonna be in the midtown NYC area- or know someone who will- here's the addy.  Puh-lease come out, show some love and watch mama get her award-winning author ON. 

New York Hilton

1335 Avenue of the Americas

Btwn W. 53rd and W. 54th

July 14th

4-6p

r.i.p. drama...

When my BFF put her dog to sleep a couple of years ago, she confessed, "I loved that dog more than I like most people." And I was like, damn. But you know what? It's real.

I adopted my bad ass dog from the North Shore Animal League during one of the most challenging times in my life: while waiting for my liver transplant. From the outside, you might think that I rescued her from an animal shelter. But truth be told, Drama rescued me.

She kept my company when I felt most alone, made me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry and was a reason to get out of my bed on the scary days that I thought I couldn't take another step. Without saying a single word (or even bark) Drama never left my side.

*Granted, if you ever, ever, ever made the mistake of letting the runaway queen off the leash at the beach/ park it'd take forever and a day for her to heed the command words and come back. But I digress...

Over twelve and a half years, I watched Drama grow from an awkward chubby puppy who refused to play fetch into a big ass old dog who had way too many likes and dislikes for a 4-legged animal and clearly thought she was the boss of me.

And foreal, forreal? She totally was.

I am so lucky for all time we shared.