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I’ll be searching ’til I’m dead

July 28, 2014 by MsCheevious

I’LL BE SEARCHING ‘TIL I’M DEAD

 

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So, Nuggie and I were driving the other day and it was one of those idiot-heavy days on the roads of Southern California; the kind that have become the norm rather than the exception, much to our frustration. As we drove, I showed Nuggie a short cut I often take, and suddenly we entered an alternate universe, where every single driver was ON IT. These drivers KNEW the deal and were driving, well, responsibly. They were driving the speed limit, using turn signals, and being courteous to the other drivers around them. It was so refreshing, I said “OH.MY.GOD this is a total IDIOT FREE ZONE!” We were both finally able to breathe, the laughter returning to the little road haven we know as Nuggie’s car.

We started to talk about it and realized that Idiot Free Zones (#IFZ’s in case you want to tweet that) are a rare and hot commodity everywhere these days. Think about it. Almost any place you go there are idiots ruining the experience. Your day, your drive, your flight, your dining experience… hell, even your online, Facebook or Twitter experiences are hacked daily by people who either truly don’t know how, are too lazy and selfish to do things the way they should, or they just don’t give a damn.

When I think for too long of all of the idiots out there ruining people’s lives, I have to hold my breath until I turn blue to keep from going on a rampage like Michael Douglas in Falling Down. I am at high risk for getting seriously agitated and it’s these kinds of thoughts that cause mental decline. No, really. That’s a thing. And I’m sort of attached to my mental wellbeing, so I tell my story and of my pain here, to let go and let blog.

After a quick collaboration, we were able to name a bundle of Multiple Idiot Zones (#MIZ’s if you’d like to tweet that) to avoid, and I’ll list them here for you. I know you’re no idiot and can appreciate it, so read on, and AVOID LIKE THE PLAGUE, or gird yourself with some extra special mental armor before going there (stay tuned for my post listing some of the best idiot free zones in Los Angeles).

 

I tell my story and of my pain here, to let go and let blog

 

Here are a few “Multiple Idiot Zone’s” to Avoid for Your Mental Health and Wellbeing

The first two involve driving, because living here in Los Angeles, Nuggie and I are experts. And seriously? Were none of these people required to pass a driving test? Did someone send out a memo that the use of a blinker is no longer required? Didn’t their driving school teach them to practice defensive driving and to be kind on the road? All bets are off when things get congested. That’s when idiots go berserk.

  1. THE ROAD:  Most any road with construction, a road leading to a popular event (just before the event and immediately following), any road that lies in the vortex of a tourist trap, or main thoroughfares during rush hour traffic. Note to idiots: Go back to driving school. I’m petitioning our government to require people be quizzed every year about common courtesy and regular driving practices. If they get one wrong, they will get their license revoked until they can drive in traffic with a driving school teacher and prove they know how to handle it like a pro. There are just too many freaked out people in this world. We don’t need any more reason to freak.
  2. INTERSTATE 405: During any type of construction, during rush hour (which is any time other than between 1 and 4 AM) and at any popular interchange (at the I-10 intersection for example). Note to idiots: AVOID the freeway at all costs. Just don’t go there. NO IDIOTS ALLOWED.
  3. ON THE INTERNET: This includes idiots who are trolling about looking for articles to comment or argue about, people who hijack your post on Facebook to start a conversation or promote their political and/or religious agendas, and those who simply don’t bother to take the time to understand or learn this new medium that now RUNS OUR PLANET, before jumping in and posting status updates for all to see, speaking solely to some unknown “Bob” person… like “Bob, I don’t see it” (that one is just for laughs, really. We all know someone like that, and they’re usually senior citizens (god help us all if they’re in their thirties and working a tech job), and have already lost some of their marbles if they do those kinds of posts. Frankly it’s kind of cute.) Note to idiots: Do us all a favor and wrap your brain around what is really going on online. Don’t think that you can make comments that are totally self-serving and not be blocked. You will get yours, trust me. But I have a solution about this for we NON IDIOTS: Do as I do. If idiots post anything like that here on the blog or to my social media accounts, I smile, nod and hit the block button. Do that for yourself. DO THAT FOR THE REST OF US.
  4. IN FLIGHT: Especially on the red-eye, which tend to be the more affordable flights. Listen: Air travel has become more common place than we ever imagined. When the first flights became available, it was a special occasion and people dressed up to get on board. They were on their best behavior. Hell, I was just a baby during that time, but we’ve gone the opposite extreme. Now, people get on board and it’s a captive audience. Those same idiots that hijack your Facebook posts will hijack your peace of mind, you’re personal space, your reading time, writing time, or more importantly YOUR SLEEPING TIME. And please people, learn how to parent before you bring a child on board who will kick the seat repeatedly, pull the person’s hair in front of them, and scream bloody murder when told no. Do us all a favor. Take the bus.

I could go on. There are idiots everywhere. In fact, we’re suffering an infestation of idiots, people. But alas, I fear this post is leaning a tad toward the negative. So, here is the main point for you people who’ve crossed the line, or who wonder if perhaps you qualify as an official IDIOT:

We live in a big world. It’s often crowded. We’re sharing resources. Whatever your reason for being an idiot, it can’t be that crucial. Be kind. Think about how your action will effect others (both in the short and long term), and act for the benefit of ALL mankind.

Be kind. Think about how your actions will effect others (both in the short term and long term), and act for the benefit of ALL mankind.

 Please?

It will do us all a world of good. Think about those Idiot Free Zone’s. Meditate on what a wonderful world it would be if we all just thought about other people when we act (besides, meditation helps your brain and memory power too).

Ahhhhhh, the Idiot Free Zone. I can dream, can’t I? God knows I’ll be searching ’til I’m dead, but I’m up for it.

 

(I have one last doozy of a tweet – I saved the best for last – for you to share here if you’d like.)

 

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Photo credits:

Europe parking the wrong way: BristolRE2007 on Flickr

Taking two spaces! Crap parking on Flicker

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Stop questioning my motives

July 28, 2014 by MsCheevious

STOP QUESTIONING MY MOTIVES

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The photo says it all. Enough already.

Why DID the Chicken Cross the Road?

 

~ The Nugget

 

(I cannot tell a lie. I got this from the awesome-cool page on Facebook The Mind Unleashed)

 


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It’s the alcohol, darling

July 14, 2014 by MsCheevious

IT’S THE ALCOHOL, DARLING

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M.C. Nugget and I spent the night at my girlfriend Brit’s house after she threw me a wonderfully fantastic birthday dinner party. Brit and her fiancé recently moved up into the hills above Mulholland drive and have a gorgeous home with three large bedrooms (one of which is now “my” bedroom – thank you!), a beautiful swimming pool and back yard, and a view of the valley below that could make you sing  God Bless America.

I won’t go into the details of the party (which was a dinner party for four couples), because, well, it just can’t be properly recapped, but here are just a few highlights with a couple of photos below):

From the thai fusion food (prepared by her Cordon Bleu trained beau), Asian themed cocktails (including fresh lichee martinis – “you can only get fresh lichees one month a year” – yay for me!), the “Pink Martini” channel on Pandora, the impromptu dancing and Latin dance lessons that ensued afterward, all the way to my favorite birthday cake (yep, I had a huge slice), made THIS birthday an incredibly beautiful, memorable one. I was and am extremely blessed to have such a wonderful friend who is like a sister to me.

Nuggie and I planned to sleep over, knowing we wouldn’t be driving after the party. We passed out in her over-stuffed, poofy, comfy guest bed. I imagine I’ll spend many nights in that bed in the future, and I’ll dream about being a jet-setting billionaire-ess, famous author, wise sage or something.

Brit and I both rose at about 6AM. I did a little yoga on the patio (she had serene spa music playing softly on the outdoor speakers that basically SCREAMED at me “GET OUT HERE AND DO SOMETHING GOOD FOR YOUR BODY DRUNKY!”), and she began to clean up and regroup for the day ahead (which included the four of us lounging by the pool).

Then I pulled out my camera from the night before and Brit was amazed. She was so glad I’d documented the fabulous party. We chuckled, oohed and ahhh-d as we recalled various moments.

Then she laid this on me:

“What is it about life’s great moments that we can’t always remember them until we see the photos?” (you can ask this on twitter)

Now, I’m not often given these kinds of opportunities in my world…the perfect set up…. the kind that invites you to participate in the making of a quote for the annals of history (or for here on the blog at least),

I answered her immediately and compassionately… “… it’s the alcohol, darling.” (you can tweet that)

Hey, life’s great moments may get a little foggy for some when mixed with alcohol, but I remember it all (of course, I followed my own best advice – hydrate, hydrate, hydrate). And I wouldn’t change a thing.

The God Bless America View

The God Bless America View

 

It's The Alcohol, Darling

The photo that sums it all up. “It’s the alcohol, darling.”

 

Candles

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It may be time to switch back to the real thing

June 26, 2014 by MsCheevious

IT MAY BE TIME TO SWITCH BACK TO THE REAL THING

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Give me coffee and no one gets hurt!

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I’ve been a decaffeinated coffee drinker for years. I made the switch in college, when I went to my private piano session one fateful day (I was a serious music student) to take an important “test” only to have to start over a few times because my hands were shaky. My piano professor whom I admired greatly Dr. Esther Saxon, knew something was awry. She knew ME. She’d been amazed (and I’m sure quite pleased) at my determination to dive into an art form though I was extremely late to the party. She’d seen me make incredible strides and overcome great obstacles as I struggled to make my too-old-at-twenty-five-to-just-now-start-to-learn-this-skill hands produce anything other than a cacophony of missed notes and rhythms. Let’s just say I was the BEST.BEGINNER.EVER.

The culprit? Caffeine. I’d been to Marvelous Muffins on Shelter Island Drive in San Diego and guzzled down a jumbo flavored coffee that morning. When Dr. Saxon scribbled out a 9 out of 10 or some such nonsense for my test score, I decided in that instant I’d have to give up the stuff STAT if I ever wanted to master jazz piano and become the first Diana Krall (this was before she was plucking out standards for anyone really – dammit. “I could’ve been a contender!!!”).

I’ll get to my anecdote in a moment, but not before this true confession: I still backslide into the evils of regular coffee now and again on occasion. Oh sure, I quit the stuff cold turkey and slept for days, but in truth, it is my penchant for flavored (Creme Brûlée, my all time favorite) coffee that has kept me steadily weaning myself off the leaded stuff for years now. Just try to find a coffee house that actually brews flavored coffee, much less decaf. I dare you. So, whenever I find a place with flavored coffee, I order decaf with a “splash of flavor.”

When I realized I could brew the stuff on my own at home, I began to reserve the occasional indulgence in the real stuff for those times when I NEED TO STAY AWAKE or when — how shall I put this? I need work on my plumbing. You know… the pipes cleaned? The caffeine in coffee is a powerful – uh – laxative.

Healthy, I know. We all have our vices.

Then, yesterday, M.C. Nugget and I had to wake up at 4:30 AM to catch our 7 AM flight to Boston. We went to bed around 11:30 PM. I was already exhausted from teaching Pilates Plus classes before dawn that day and worried how I would make it. Before we went to bed and coffees were being made (Nuggie is a fully-leaded kinda fella), I decided to forgo mine and drink his coffee in the morning.

YOU GUYS! I DRANK TWO LARGE FULLY CHARGED, CAFFEINATED CUPS OF JOE.

COUNT EM. TWO.

The rest of the early morning drudge moved surprisingly quickly.

Once we boarded, I snuck off to the bathroom before take off.

An aside you should know: I channel my best mommy any time I am in a public restroom. You’ll see me wiping down the counter with dry paper towels after washing my hands, leaving the entire space sparkling for the next person. I know I shouldn’t bother, because god knows no one else seems to care – particularly women, who seem to use public restrooms as the one place on earth they can unleash every disgusting habit known to mankind. (I know this having worked in restaurants and bars, and seen the evidence first hand. Women’s bathrooms are WAY more disgusting than men’s).

When I stepped into the claustrophobic lavatory my cute slide shoes stuck to and peeled off the floor with that annoying suction sound. I looked down thinking the airline’s ground crew had forgotten to clean the floor, but no. It looked perfectly clean.

As I was washing my hands and about to wipe down the entire stainless steel sink area, I looked at the damp paper towel. I looked at the floor.

I grabbed a couple more paper towels, added water and dropped them on the tiny floor. I took my cute slide and I slid the paper towels around, cleaning the sticky floor. I grabbed a handful of dry paper towels, grabbed the wet and dirty towels and wiped the bottoms of my shoes off. I dried everything off for good measure.

I slinked back to my seat rather proud f myself, and announced to Nuggie what I’d done. I speedily chattered away, happy as a seagull with a mouth full of fish, until I  said,

“Of course, I’m a little of hyped up on coffee.”

He looked at me with what I thought was his “I’ve been betrayed” look. Like I’d withheld a secret, frenzied, clean-freak part of my personality from him and our happy home. Then he said,

“I think it’s time for you to switch back to the real thing.”

THIS prompts such posts as this on facebook (if you can’t see it below, click here):

Post by Ms. Cheevious.

 

 

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If I had one our problems would be over

June 19, 2014 by MsCheevious

IF I HAD ONE OUR PROBLEMS WOULD BE OVER

 

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It’s probably no surprise to those who know me, but I think I should have my own television show. I THINK THIS OFTEN.

And it’s not that I believe I’m more talented than others with their own show or that I have an idea for a show that’s never been done (though that’s debatable). It’s simply because If I had a show, I could GET STUFF DONE.

IMPORTANT STUFF.

I HAVE A DREAM.

It’s not only great to dream about making a difference (while creating and starring in your own show). It’s AWESOME to date someone who supports you in every zany idea. M.C. Nugget is that kind of guy. He fuels my creativity, and more often than not becomes my partner in crime. He’s done every thing from dressing up as a character, to doing a “Well-Educated British guy voice” and even using his creative genius to record me trying to be a ballerina in my whacky videos.

So the show idea has recently become a dream for both of us.

FOR INSTANCE:  Nuggie and I decided that if we had a show about driving (in traffic), we could change the way the world drives and create an incredibly responsible and friendly race of driving humans. I admit, this is more my dream than Nuggie’s. BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT.

We came to this decision when we were in traffic, suffering at the hands of WAY too many horrible drivers. Trust me. I’ve said things like “You’re not the ONLY ONE HERE DUMBASS!” more than I’d care to admit. (you can tweet that)

Now, I’m about to share something highly proprietary here with you. If you decide to take this idea and run with it, it’s OKAY, as long as you pay me a creator and executive producer’s fee, and give me credit. Get ready to be dazzled:

We thought we should do a show like the old Mystery Science Theatre show, but in the car, while in traffic in L.A. We pictured us sitting there in the front seat, only the shadows of our heads visible, while an on board camera showed every STUPID, IDIOTIC maneuver by drivers around us. Our pithy, witty, hilarious comments about the friggin’ idiots on the road would unite and form a solid bond among people everywhere… all who’ve suffered the same miseries.

Maybe even driver training schools and traffic violations departments at police stations would use our show clips to teach people how NOT to drive. I was really excited about this, so I brought the camera on board one day.

Wouldn’t you know, every single driver was absolutely perfect on that day. We were prepared to unleash our witty wise-cracks on the dumbest, most idiotic drivers around, and there were none to be found. ZILCH! Each and every one of those people around us suddenly followed every driving law, used their turn signals and yielded when appropriate. Why be appropriate NOW? 

After a few tries, we decided that although it was a great idea, to produce such a show would be incredibly labor intensive and cost prohibitive. We’d have to commit to recording every single time we were in the car and collect and sift through so much footage, it would take us like, hours and hours to produce. We sighed, shrugged our shoulders and moved on to the next idea.

Like, maybe a show about how to get people to give you cool, free stuff. Man, if we had a show like that, all our problems would be OVER.

 

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It’s a burrito of sorts

June 16, 2014 by MsCheevious

IT’S A BURRITO OF SORTS

 

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Warning guys: This post is all about girl problems. But if you’re a guy, and you ever want to be with a woman, you might as well become comfortable with girly issues right now. I’m happy to help.

The other night, M.C. Nugget and I were thoroughly enjoying ourselves at a 70’s party, dancing up a storm to  our favorite tunes of the decade (it’s not because we’re old enough to have favorite tunes from that era… really… it’s because we are cool and cultured), and mixing cocktails or noshing on Lay’s potato chips with sour cream and onion dip. Suddenly, I interrupted our far-out rituals, when I felt something strange going on down the back side of my pants and asked our hostess to point me in the direction of the lady’s room.

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(This was me as “Stace” for the 70’s dance party. Nuggie was “Dig” and looked fabulous)

 

I was wearing white pants, so I am sure some of the guests wondered if I was experiencing what every single female dreads: a visit by cousin “Flo.” You and I both know I don’t have visits from cousin Flo any more because of my surgery and stuff, but most days I act about 25 years old, and some of those days I think I even look it (especially when I don’t have my glasses on… man I look good). So I can totally understand why they’d immediately go there.

But no. What sent me scampering off to the restroom just before I was able to unleash my best disco move to the chorus of “We Are Family” by Sister Sledge, was the fact I felt that something had gone awry with my estrogen patch (which was stuck to my tush).

I’m going to interrupt this titillating tale to educate you for a moment on hormone patches. They’re “all the rage” of hormone delivery systems because they go through your skin, bypassing your liver and your metabolism. They’re supposed to be uber sticky so that even if you take a shower or sweat, they remain in place and do their job. One of the newest versions, the  Vivelle Dot   (of which, I do not use, because I would have to sell my first born child in order to afford a single month’s supply, and my first born child is all grown up and wouldn’t be too thrilled about that) pretty much does exactly what it says it will do (I know this because I got a one-time free month’s supply and tried it). I could wear those babies in the hot tub, and they would stay in place. They say the hormones are centralized on the patch, so even if water gets in and the patch lifts off around the edges, it’ll keep doing its job. I never had a single issue with them. There are a number of other great things about those super expensive, fabulous patches – like the fact they’re about the size of a nickel and deliver both the estrogen and the progesterone needed. Awesome.

 

The other VERY IMPORTANT thing to note is that all of these patches, no matter what brand, must be handled with extreme care. They are very clear on the directions that once you open the patch you are NOT TO TOUCH the sticky side with your fingers. If you do, you might explode, and you’re supposed to torch the patch, do a voodoo dance and throw it away, starting over with a new patch (they only give you enough for one month, by the way. There are no spares).

 

Long story short, I use a generic patch. It’s cheaper and it’s covered by my insurance (as long as my doctor can write an impressive enough letter explaining succinctly that I may kill them all if they don’t cover it). So you guys, I have a patch the size of my entire butt cheek on my ass!!! And it only delivers the estrogen, so I have to remember to take a nightly pill to get the progesterone I need!! These are first world problems, but they’re real problems people.

Estrogen Burrito

 

That stupid generic patch (made by Mylan) had been giving me problems all week (I replace these patches weekly). I noticed from the beginning, if I so much as got a direct drop of water on that thing in the shower, it would lift all the way off. Well, when I got to the restroom the other night, I found the patch in a complete state of disarray. It wasn’t only lifted off or moved. It was rolled up into a little estrogen burrito! STICKY SIDE OUT!!!

I was more pissed off than anything. Talk about hormonal.

So, Ignoring every DO NOT TOUCH warning, I unrolled that puppy and flattened it back down with annoyed determination, thinking

Dammit. The Doobie Brothers are on and I’m unrolling my estrogen burrito… 

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