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MY VIRTUAL WORLD IS MORE REAL

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Thursday was a BIG day for me. I met some of my all-time BFF chick friends for the first time in real life (we call that #IRL in cyberspace). We met for dinner and this is the proof:

This is what has become of us, people. We have friends, followers and minions via the world wide web. Most of those people only see a dim view of our real selves and most people are content to keep it that way. But really, that’s what makes virtual relationships golden: we have the ability to present the perfect picture to our online friends, as well as the ability to turn off, un-follow, un-friend anyone who gets too close, or just too freaking batshit crazy.

Now, I on the other hand am ME, online and in person. THIS TAKES GUTS (that, or no moral compass or ability to make cogent, wise decisions). These girls are authentically them, also, and I LOVE THEM TO DEATH!!!

We’ve been virtual friends for quite some time. It’s been a slow and steady courtship, however. We’ve collaborated on projects like #DatingChat on Twitter, and toyed with doing Skype or Google Hangout Chats (if only Dirty In Public wasn’t based in Timbuk-No-Signal), and we visit each other’s blogs to show some love now and then too.

It’s been something like four + years, I believe. It began when I stumbled upon Dirty’s fantastic twitter profile:
Tweets by @DirtyInPublic

And since the computer geek gods haven’t figured everything out, you probably can’t see what’s above if you’re viewing this via RSS or email. So, here something pretty to look at (and you can click to follow if you so desire):

That virtual relationship grew and Ms. Dirty Girl introduced me to a gaggle of various other dating and relationship bloggers. Many of them have come and gone, but the two that remain steady are Marrie Lobel of Dirty in Public and Suzie of Single Dating Diva. Here is Suzie’s Twitter profile:

Tweets by @SingleDatingDiv

I’ve been spending some time with these girls, and let me tell you something: THESE GIRLS ALMOST OUTDO ME in the fun, laughs and good times department.

I know. Hard to believe.

This got me thinking. It’s interesting the zany (and a little scary) world we live in today, where we meet and develop friendships with people virtually, more easily and more often than we do so in real life. What’s even scarier is that most kids today do not see this as unusual. To them, THIS IS NORMAL. But to us, THIS IS THE NEW NORMAL (tweet that here if you like)

Hey, I’m not knocking it. I met Marrie and Suzie didn’t I? And they rock.

Stay tuned for stories of the adventures of Ms. Cheevious, Dirty in Public and Single Dating Diva (as well as some other lucky dating and relationship bloggers here in LA), but until then, think about THIS:

You know more about me than most people I see on a regular basis.

Now THAT is scary… the fact my virtual world really may be more real than reality.

#MomFactor: Teach your kids to be authentic in their virtual worlds, but also, how to make friends and communicate IN REAL LIFE. KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE!

(Some fun other tweets you can share are here and here)

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When did we forget how to do this?

November 10, 2014 by MsCheevious

WHEN DID WE FORGET HOW TO DO THIS?

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M.C. Nugget and I went on a little getaway over Halloween weekend. We were invited to a big party in Downtown LA, and though we never venture into downtown or anywhere east of Lincoln Blvd, for that matter, a former client owns a hotel there and gave us a great deal, yada, yada, yada… yeah, yeah, yeah… We all know how this story goes.

We went to that party on Friday night, the blessed cacophony of mayhem and mischief that it was. But if you can imagine being in the center of a huge warehouse full of people in ornate, colorful costumes, dancing to bass-thumping music… Then picture yourself twirling around so fast that you see only a blaze of color and wind; Or think about if you were to enter a 3D black light art installation, were handed 3D glasses by the people at Altervision, and all you could see were bright, loud, neon colors in the wind.

Not sure how we don’t look blue there, because every other photo made us look like the blueberry girl from Willie Wonka.

THERE IS ONE OF THEM.. a blueberry girl, otherwise known as Tinker Bell from Altervision.

If you’ve come this far with me, imagine on the next evening, entering an ancient Electrical Plant-turned speakeasy from the 1920’s, with burlesque shows and fifteen dollar beers. If you can imagine all of that, then you know that THIS IS HOW THESE STORIES GO.

But how does the story end?

How this story ends, is, well a little disappointing, because somewhere along the line, Nuggie and I forgot how to do this shit (or maybe it’s just that I forgot). Somehow the metrics have completely escaped me for how to bring all of the pieces of this story together so it ends with us lying in a bed of posies, butterflies fluttering and beautiful music lulling us into a peaceful sleep at the end of a huge weekend. Instead, it ends with the zombiefied versions of me and Nuggie exiting our hotel room, sunglasses on, making a beeline to our comfortable, friendly neighborhood bar for brunch (and a little hair of the dog, in Nuggie’s case, because remember, I don’t get hangovers). And by little, I mean I made note of the number of cocktails I was having this time (this is number 4, okay, this is number 5), I lost count somewhere between number 5 and when I found myself back home at the beach palace, waking up to the sound of a blaring alarm clock telling me it was time to get up and teach the minions how to live and be healthy.

Yes, I woke up and put on my best healthy face, when really I just wanted to crawl back into bed.

It didn’t help that we “fell back” an hour on the clocks, which creates its own sort of jet lag for me.

Nuggie and I both have been sleeping ever since last weekend, and I have made a solemn vow to let the whirlwind, twirlie girls in their 20’s, 30’s and so on handle the whirlwind weekends from here on out. Stay tuned on that one, but just don’t hold your breath.

Because apparently we really did forget how to do this without getting sick or sleeping for three weeks afterward.

#MomFactor: These kinds of parties and activities work wonders for showing your kids you’ve not lost all sense of “cool” by becoming a mom. If you can do them without going too wild, you’re golden.

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And the wall came tumbling down

November 9, 2014 by MsCheevious

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25 years ago today, the Berlin wall fell. I remember vividly President Ronald Reagan’s words “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down that wall!”

And shortly after the wall came down, I went to Berlin and grabbed my own piece of it.

~ The Nugget

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Even the trees are into Halloween

October 30, 2014 by MsCheevious

EVEN THE TREES ARE INTO HALLOWEEN

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

~ The Nug

When we bring out the big guns

October 27, 2014 by MsCheevious

WHEN WE BRING OUT THE BIG GUNS

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I told you guys the story of my sister and I flying out to spruce up the family home a few weeks ago, but I left out a little incident that happened when we went to listen to our baby brother’s hard rock band that weekend.

What do you call two over-forty, totally white chicks at an extremely loud heavy metal concert? LOST.

But we were totally game! You have to understand that prior to this, WE WERE READY TO ROCK! We’d been ready all day. After working our fingers to the bone for two days straight, a rock-n-roll night would be had by all, dammit. We cranked Bohemian Rhapsody, on the way over in the car and sang every word of that song, Wayne’s World style, to prepare.

So, when our bro’s band played only original songs, we were a little deflated we wouldn’t get to hear our favorite Motley Crue song (everyone has one, right? Girls, Girls, Girls? That’s one, right?). Still, in a show of support, we got up to dance a few times anyway.

Then the second act came on. The guy sang in alternating tones: deep and scary, mixed with equal parts “frat boy on helium”. Occasionally he threw in a screamy-terror voice – the kind that sounded like he had a gnarly case of laryngitis and made me want to run up and give him a throat lozenge. But this is where I lost it. You guys, the guy was running around our little crowd of about thirty, zigging and zagging. He looked like a pin ball machine.

What got me was the guy had a cool microphone that allowed him to run out into the crowd. I’m sure he was doing the best he could, but dang, I would have RULED that thing. I would have climbed up on the speakers singing, lured the chicks in the crowd to dance and tear their shirts off… This guy just sort of ran back and forth, and back and forth… And occasionally to and fro.

I tried to laugh and joke about it with my sister, but trying to communicate with her was useless. I chuckled in her ear and told her my hilarious observations and she stared blankly at me. She couldn’t hear a word I was saying.

So, we pulled out the big guns.

Gotta love technology, if not for the sole purpose of delivering zingers.

Click here to tweet about the Frat-Boy on Helium…. or here to talk about the gnarly-laringitis-heavy-metal guy.

If you liked the Motley Crue artwork, give a visit to this talented artist’s page: http://nakamarusama.deviantart.com/art/Mick-Mars-paper-child-345610900

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This is what family does

October 16, 2014 by MsCheevious

Last month I flew home for three days to help my family do a spruce up of our childhood home. I come from a family of 11 – yes ELEVEN – kids from the same set of biological parents. We were raised Catholic. I have my own set of excuses I like to give for how 11 kids came about… “My mom was Catholic and my dad was easy…”, “My dad was in the navy, so my mom got pregnant every time he came home”… “I was adopted.” You get the idea.

Our family home is on the market, but was in dire need of serious attention, so, off I went.

When I say that my family and I did this, I’m exaggerating. Sure, twelve people were present and accounted for:

Me and my three sisters (Pah-tay, Ice-tay and Smart-tay – all of the “tays” were in my Capers of the Sherwood Kind video);

Our lovely former sis-in-law Hot-Tay and her beau;

Two of Smart-tay’s lovely daughters (our nieces), a grand-niece and one of Bliss-Niece’s good friends (all came from out of town to help);

One of our brothers (when he wasn’t working – about a half a day – throughout the weekend);

A girl I went to school with in third grade who was crazy (I mean lovely) enough to respond to my begging and pleading on Facebook;

When I say that we spruced up the home, I mean we prepped a seven bedroom home, the doors, light fixtures, fireplace, trim etc. We painted four of the bedrooms, most of the main rooms (kitchen, living room, den, bathroom), and we did things like repair lights that were falling out of the ceiling, linoleum that was peeling up and so on. We also strategically placed throw rugs to cover flooring that would be replaced when the house sells. IN TWO DAYS.

WE ROCKED THAT THING.

On Saturday night our youngest brother invited us (his sisters) to come out to hear his band perform at a bar in town. Smar-Tay and Ice-Tay, the two oldest, declined. They don’t “do” clubs anymore. That left me, Pah-tay and Hot-tay to represent for our brother. We were exhausted and covered in paint, but something about live music at a club (and copious amounts of cocktails) holds a certain appeal and makes a girl want to make an effort. Plus, we felt it was a great opportunity to show our brother that we support him and our family, regardless of circumstances.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Our little rock-n-roll brother did not grace our family’s home once during the weekend, even on his day off. Two other of our brothers didn’t make it for various other reasons. (Okay, one of them cut the tip of his finger off, and the other was in rehab… EXCUSES, EXCUSES).

But THIS? This begs the question, “Why show up in support of little rocker brother, when he didn’t support you?” which demands the answer: BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT FAMILY DOES. We (my sisters and I) are not barbarians, for goddsakes.

Here is what our family’s home looked like on Monday morning, as we laid down the last of the throw rugs, and Pah-tay and I drove to the airport to fly home:

By the way – if you’re an actor, producer, director, or just someone who loves the Southwest, and you’re looking for an affordable place to shack up in Albuquerque, maybe so you can ride the New Mexico Entertainment Industry Gravy Train… Have I got a property for you! And it’s SUPER AFFORDABLE, with a swimming pool, on corner lot, with TONS OF SPACE, and two blocks from the Catholic church. Need I say more?

I’d buy it if I could, because dangit – it’s a great house. SNIFF SNIFF.

#MomFactor: Teach your sons to be chivalrous, valiant, and to protect, love and support their sisters.

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My virtual world is more real

MY VIRTUAL WORLD IS MORE REAL

When did we forget how to do this?

WHEN DID WE FORGET HOW TO DO THIS?

And the wall came tumbling down

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Even the trees are into Halloween

EVEN THE TREES ARE INTO HALLOWEEN

When we bring out the big guns

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