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And then I told you this

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AND THEN I TOLD YOU THIS

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Do you recall the time I talked about those lessons I’ve learned while conquering the world? Remember how I went all ZEN on you guys? I talked about how I learned that we are not machines, and that if we don’t take things off our plates the universe will do it for us? Yeah, that time.

I’d like to apologize for that post. I think I may have led you to believe that I have arrived, and in no way, shape or form EVER over commit or have too much to handle.

Consider this my version of eating crow.

Eating Crow

All of this to excuse my lack of posts these past two weeks, people. But, but, but… I really HAVE had a shit load going on! What with M.C. Nugget leaving THIS week for five weeks to work on a film (YAY Nuggie)… and whatnot.  But I have so so so much else to tell you guys! I simply can’t say anything more about anything right now…. not until later this week.

Don’t you hate that? Cryptic posts?  Ms. Cryptic-McCryptlestein…

Stay tuned. I promise it will be worth it.

Breakfast included

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BREAKFAST INCLUDED

 

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Last weekend M.C. Nugget and I spent some time in San Francisco for a friend’s birthday. We hadn’t planned for a trip like this, but Nuggie found a hotel at an incredible deal.

I told him I’d be happy with whatever he chose because, after all, I was just going along for the ride and we always have a blast together… even if we’re in the sticks with no heat or pillows.

On the way up we stopped overnight in Morrow Bay and stayed with some good friends of Nuggie’s (You guys! They’re from the movie business… shhhhh). Nuggie described his great hotel find as a Motel 12 to his friends. Yep. Twice the magic of a Motel 6, folks.

After we arrived and took a few photos of the room, I tweeted this:

“Is there such a thing as a Motel 4? I think I discovered it.”

Motel 4

The picture doesn’t show the real scope of what we were dealing with (I made everything look super cool with my Instagram filter), and granted… this hotel couldn’t have been in a better location (we could walk to China Town, Union Square, and so much more).

The kicker was, our room was on the sixth floor. Free wifi and the hotel’s breakfast was on the second floor. Generally we took the elevator (really an old-fashioned “lift”), except for a few times when Nuggie and I wanted to join a couple of other people already on the elevator. In those cases, we hoofed it downstairs.

Wanna’ know why?

Because the elevator had big signs on it that said “No More Than THREE (3) People In Elevator at One Time”– no mention of capacity or anything. The inside certificate said the limit was 1500 lbs, so we eventually stopped following that rule altogether. But you guys! Who does that? Who puts an arbitrary three person limit on an elevator? And who can’t do the math to figure out that 1500 lbs adds up to more like FIVE BIG FAT JABBA’S and their luggage?! We decided those hotel people knew a lot of big FAT MOFOs.

Despite that weirdness, we were happy with our digs, because you guys…. breakfast was included!

Breakfast Included

I’d nailed it the night we checked into the hotel. I told Nuggie I was already planning to find a place to have my egg-white and veggie breakfast, because I knew the breakfast would consist of pastries in cellophane wrappers.

I was right.

Here is another shot of the room… and me being goofy… just for laughs:

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Notice our sweet big screen TV on the wall? We had to sit on the edge of the bed to see much, but regardless, we think our Breakfast Included deal was pretty cool. We’ll be staying the the Astoria Hotel some day again in the future. Mark my words.

 

 

 

You’d like oxygen with that?

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YOU’D LIKE OXYGEN WITH THAT?

 

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The other day I heard an engine failed on a Spirit Airlines flight recently. People reported that it looked as though the engine blew up. They could see the flames, and the cabin filled with smoke. This conjured up what is probably not-all-that-skewed of a vision of life inside the cabin that day.

If you aren’t familiar, Spirit Airlines is the airline that sucks people in with super cheap airfares. They do it by charging extra for basic needs while flying. If you want to go to Cartegena from Florida, you can get a flight sometimes for $9.00. Hard to believe you can travel to another country without clothes on, but that’s how you’ll get there for nine bucks (they call it the “Bare Bones” flight). If you want to bring your passport on board, it’s an additional $656.00, one way. Otherwise they’ll hold it at the gate for you and if you ever do make it back, they’ll make a quick call to Julio, and let him know he has to return it.

I flew Spirit to Houston for a mini family reunion a while back and was amazed at the fees for basic needs. You want to carry on your laptop? That’ll cost you twenty-five bucks (checked bags are twenty). You’re thirsty and in need of some water? Sorry. Nothing’s free. And, don’t try to buy water by flashing a smile or your good looks, because flirtation with the flight attendant costs you five. And if he’s gay? Ten.

I thought about how extreme this is, and the fact that Spirit is capitalizing on a public who is hurting financially and willing to go for the deal – at almost any cost. It still amazes me. It’s true, some of their fares just can’t be beat, and if you come prepared – you know, with your camelback (hidden under your jacket) full of water or, in my case, Grey Goose, as well as a sack lunch somehow smushed into your handbag (one of the only free carry-ons allowed) – then you’re golden. But good for them. They make money, and we get to go places and see things.

But back to my vision of the cabin filling with smoke. You people over at SPIRIT may want to pay attention here, because I’m about to unveil a bonafide business opportunity:

The next time there is an engine failure, smoke in the cabin, flames eating up part of the plane, or anything like that… when people start flailing around looking for help, or maybe some oxygen… Just make this announcement:

“We’re happy to assist you during this crisis here at Spirit Airlines. We offer oxygen masks for an additional fifty dollars. If you’d like to purchase one, hit your call button.”

 

 

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A wing and a prayer

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A WING & A PRAYER

 

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On Saturday M.C. Nugget and I drove down to San Diego for the weekend to stay with some of our great friends Gecko & Tee. We met them at their golf club the Grand Del Mar on the drive down, so Nuggie and Tee could golf while I laid leisurely by the pool with Gecko and our other bestie Minnie (she’s a skinny minnie).

I am definitely built for the leisure life. Especially when the weather cooperates. Gecko, Minnie and I had a remarkable time lounging in the warmth of the sun, sipping Chardonnay and flipping through fashion magazines. I almost felt like I envision life must be for one of the Kardashians (minus the rappers and the cops). It was GRAND.

The next day during our marathon NFL time, Tee showed me these photos of two hawks and a crow he’d actually taken with his phone on the course. He said one hawk had a crow in his talons, and another hawk flew up to him just as he was about to eat the crow, and started to move in on his meal.

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Tee said the two hawk’s got into a big fight, and in doing so….

Not eating Crow

lost the crow, who flew off as fast as his wings would carry him.

I am always in awe of people who capture these things as they happen. I’m the one in a scenario who’s always out some place witnessing something unbelievable… but by the time I think to snap the photo, I am fumbling around in my purse, throwing out my cosmetics bag, sunglasses, wallet… to get to my camera. Usually when the place is closing and the janitor is mopping up to go home.

I thought about that crow, and that I needed to talk about him in the blog.

Nuggie gave me the quippy title “Wing and a prayer” and I imagined the poor, lucky sap hyperventilating out something like, “Holy shit, I got out on a wing and a prayer,” and here Tee trumped me as well. He said:

“That crow was at the bar that night saying “Yeah, I kicked a hawk’s ASS today. You should’ve seen it.”

I could have called this post “A crow walks into a bar…” with that line. It was pure perfection.

PEOPLE. I have GOT to get some Ginkgo Biloba or something so I don’t have to steal shit from my friends for the blog. Isn’t Gingko Biloba that brain food that makes your synapses fire quicker? Yep. It’s on the list.

 

Please visit my BREAST CANCER AWARENESS SHOP and show your support. The response has been MILK TOAST people. MILK TOAST. And I know this is not like you or any of us. So, let’s show we care!

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I’m an excellent driver (in this)

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I’M AN EXCElLENT DRIVER (IN THIS)

 

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I’m actually an excellent driver all the time. And Rain Man, Dustin Hoffman and his infamous character role aside…  I am even more of an excellent driver with my brand new Breast Cancer Awareness Scarf. Doesn’t it totally look like a driving scarf?  If I had goggles to pose with, I would have strapped those babies on so fast!

I LOVE this scarf, you guys!  The fabric is really nice jersey and it’s a gorgeous color! They call it heather gray I think, but it sort of looks blueish green, don’t you think?

Anyway, I’m PSYCHED, and if you’d like to be psyched as well AND make an impact for Breast Cancer you can get your own scarf (in any one of nine different colors) for only $22.95 here. If the scarf isn’t your deal, then get the luggage tag.  I talked about those already too, but I have pics in my boutique. You should check them out here.

BCA Scarf

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When retrograde would really suck

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WHEN RETROGRADE WOULD REALLY SUCK

 

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M.C. Nugget and I were driving to dinner the other day. It was a happy day because Nuggie booked a major role in a film (yay Nuggie), and we were going to dinner at one of my favorite Italian restaurants to celebrate. As we drove, I chatted with him about my day. It had been one of those days from a parallel universe.You know… when the coffee just finished brewing but tastes cold; or when every file you purposefully save with a certain name and in a certain place so you could find it easily later, somehow disappears? Or in this case, where the women everywhere in your life start to go “off” — getting upset or overly sensitive about things or jumping to conclusions and making rash decisions (rash, as in cutting of your hand because it’s itching, rash).

I’d already been experiencing weird paranormal events with my electronics earlier this month and questioned on Twitter whether it was time for Mercury’s Retrograde. It was.

So as I mused over this with Nuggie, I said “It wouldn’t be Mercury… but…

is there a planet whose retrograde causes women to go batshit crazy?”

The Eyes Have It

Nuggie laughed. He thought that was the BOMB. We wondered if Venus’ retrograde would do that. Does Venus have a retrograde? All I can say is if any kind of retrograde can cause chicks to go batshit crazy (more than usual, that is), that is when retrograde would really suck.