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This one is for the stalkers

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I received a comment on a Facebook post today that said something like, “I love all your quotes and follow you like a stalker.”

Sniff, sniff. It warms my heart to know I have my very own stalker!

You know I mean that facetiously, right? True stalkers are no laughing matter.

Nevertheless, I’ve had more than a couple of people “do” what I “do” in regard to my approach to — well, a lot of this online stuff. Whether it’s an innovative approach to writing a blog post, a different way to use facebook page entries to engage fans, employing unique phrasing for Twitter’s #FollowFridays, or the way I announce that I’ve given Klout to someone, and so on…. they see it, and then some of them do it. It’s that simple!

 

I’ve thought long and hard about why this is the case, because even though I would love it to be because I’m simply brilliant, I think there is more to it. Maybe it’s because of our age group? Because god knows there has got to be thousands of twenty-something emo-beatnick kids out there coming up with REALLY f-ing unique shit.

But maybe it’s because I don’t simply accept the way things are “supposed to be” and am merely willing to take risks and step outside of the borders?  

I suppose why is irrelevant though, because regardless, I’ve seen my share of monkey-see-monkey-doers.

Some might call this plagiarism or at best unoriginal, but I don’t! I simply adore it!

Before you ask yourself why, ask this question: Do you think I was the first one to write an original #FollowFriday tweet?

Hell no.

Although I may joke to the contrary, I’ll say it right here and now, and only once:

I did not invent cool. 

There.

I’ve just thrown a little bone to you quasi-stalkers out there. Because I love you for all of your copycat ways.

Keep up the good work.

For those times when I’m “trying” to gain weight

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Today M.C. Nugget was kind enough to offer to wash my car. This is something I always accept with glee. I often add a token grin and run over to throw my arms around him too.

But you see, this was BIG for me. Because even though I am a clean person, for some reason I don’t get around to washing my car often. I’m not sure why, because when I owned my own condo, my place was always immaculate and presentable enough even for pesky surprise guests. But when it comes to my car it’s bad. Really bad. It’s like a mental block.

The only problem was he wanted to wash my car at a time when I needed to go to a nearby pilates studio and “observe” an exercise class by one of my favorite instructors. (I planned to steal her routine and use parts of it in my classes).

Have I told you what a good guy Nuggie is?

I suggested with a coy little grin how we could possibly still make everything work, if he were to one-up his favor and drop me off near said exercise class.

He did.

He’s a good guy, you guys.

I went to observe the class dressed in my workout attire, because… duh. I’m an instructor extraordinaire.

The class is taught on these machines that doll out pain from hell… much like these below:

 

 

I arrived, and my friend welcomed me with “You can drop into class if you like, because I have one machine open.”

I immediately jumped at that, because when this happens, and you’re offered a FREE CLASS, you just DO IT.

The thing I hadn’t factored in was my walk home afterward, in the HOT sunshine.

Don’t anybody panic for me. I know you were already beading up with sweat over this, but I was FINE.

EVERYBODY, I was FINE.

I got home and proceeded to eat a healthy Weight Watcher’s Smart One (a favorite of mine). I hadn’t eaten all day, and it was afternoon before I got home.

It was yummy and all, but I was HUNGRY.

Somehow, when I am tired and depleted from a rigorous workout something this always happens: Peanut Butter popped into my mind.

I know. Not the healthiest of foods when one is in a constant war against hormonal weight gain.

But PEANUT BUTTER was there, and it wasn’t leaving.

So, I caved people. I walked into my kitchen, slathered a bit on half a banana, and didn’t stop there. I took a piece of bread and slathered that crunchy peanut butter all over it and gobbled it down.

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But let’s look on the bright side:  For those times when I’m TRYING to gain weight, I’ve got a very quick, easy solution: PEANUT BUTTER… and lots of it.

 

 

Those blasted parts that enable us to give birth

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I got my Ms. Cheevious “teal” charm bracelet today! I’m SUPER excited too because it will help to save lives (in its own little way). I was so excited I made THIS VIDEO below. Watching said video will enable you to “get” the my post title, but I will say this: #SaveTheOvaries #SaveTheWomen #SaveTheHumanRace

I’m happy that the video is TOTALLY fun, and encouraging… even though I am NOT very cool. Just watch and tell me what you think. I’ll owe you a piece of chocolate cake at least. Watching it is worth a piece of cake for sure.

The link you can click to get your own cool bracelet? 

http://www.cafepress.com/mscheevious.941206051

It’s no longer known as the breakup meal

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Now DON’T BE SHY. READ THE WHOLE POST & LEAVE A REPLY at the bottom people.

I absolutely love to cook. And not in that, “Yeah… I’ll whip you up some scrambled eggs,” kind of “love to cook” way, either. Sure, I can make all of the basics and I often do, but I am a pretty good cook. I am thrilled to pieces when I’m dining at my favorite restaurant and experience something so incredibly delicious that I want to recreate it in my kitchen.

I do this often.

Often it works out exactly as I’d hoped. Sometimes it’s not so great, and still other times, I exceed my own expectations and am personally wowed. That’s when I pat myself on the back and proceed to forget everything I did to create the magic.

But it’s no small task recreating things you’ve had at one time in a great restaurant.  You’ve got to possess some incredibly resilient taste buds with some kind of elephant memory or something.

On the other hand, it’s totally possible to wow the people you are feeding, without going all Julia Child on them. If you’ve been reading my blogs for a while, you should know this by now: If there is an easy way, I’m going to find it and do it, if I’m not already doing it.

Here’s a hint: This “wowing” is accomplished by cheating.

I do this often (also no surprise). Especially when I’m hungry and I run across an item that will provide me the “cheat” I’m looking for.

This brings me to the other day.

When I came home to cook dinner, I’d been at the market hungry and feeling creative.  The plan was to make really great stir fry, but I just wanted a little something extra. I’d perused the aisles and came across frozen Chicken Shui Mai.

Do you know what this is, you guys?  It’s a little wonton shaped food icon (if food possesses a weird shape, it’s a food icon, like the little twitter bird icon or the little man for “readit”).

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These are Chicken Shui Mai icons.

 

Shui Mai is like a dumpling of YUMMINESS. And the frozen variety usually comes with dipping sauce (I highly recommend it from Trader Joe’s). Ignoring the directions on the package, because, hey – I’ve eaten this stuff. I’ve got this – I whipped out my skillet and sautéed those babies with fresh onion and garlic, a little salt and pepper… It wasn’t long before it was ready to present.

When I brought it out, announcing the Chicken Shui Mail to M.C. Nugget he asked, “Wow! What brings this on?”

Pause…

“Is this the breakup meal?“

I laughed. The guy cracks me up. I can’t help it.

“No seriously! You know what they say… Chicken Shui Mai and it’s all over…”

Okay. This KILLED me! I was laughing, but I promised to stop making it.

…..

…..

It’s no longer known as the breakup meal.

It’s been requested for next Tuesday.

 

 

Image credit: http://rasamalaysia.com/recipe-chicken-shu-mai-siu-mai/

#DailyMisChief, #Recipes, #Cooking, #Dating, #Breakup

I do this daily

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It was a usual Saturday morning by the beach…. M.C. Nugget was itching to get out of the house, prodding me to finish what I was doing so we could jump on the bikes and cruise before the dreaded tourists made our lives miserable.

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I did what I always do when I am rushed. I hummed, said something nonsensical, and I think I made up new words to a familiar song. Hell, I don’t really know what I did, but it made Nuggie laugh.

“Oh my GOD! You’re going over the edge!” he laughed…”It’s over! Over the edge!”

“Honey,” I quipped, “I am ALWAYS over the edge.“

“It’s a daily thing?” he joked, “The Daily Edge?”

Of course he was making a pun, because of The Daily Mischief and The Daily Nugget verticals here on the blog.

We get it.

And this is how our day starts on a regular basis.  It’s not easy being “Cheevy.”  It’s all chuckles and giggles until someone loses an eye.

Honestly though, I could call my posts the daily edge… but then again, edge could be defined as mischievous. Am I right?

Why yes, Ms. Cheevious, you’re right. 

Thank you.

I’ll be here daily to deliver the edge (I’ll be close to the edge too).

My work here is done.

 

Teal is for a sister’s love

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When the compunction to do something right arrives… I just do it.

There is no hemming, hawing or mulling. There is a bunch of doing.

My sister Maven is gone, but her memory lives on and on. I intend to keep it that way, and to pave the way for women to not die from the horror of Ovarian Cancer one day in the future.

I don’t need to say much more, but

click THIS link if you’d like to help:

http://www.cafepress.com/mscheevious.941206051

 

Fourteen dollars won’t cure the disease,

but we all must do our part to change the bad things in this world.

Here’s a way you can participate.

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OR THIS

You can also help by trying out L’Oreal Paris’ Color of Hope line of makeup (available at most drugstores), as a portion of all sales go to the Ovarian Cancer Research Fund as well!

You see? Once again I am overjoyed by you. I knew you were a good person!

MWAH!

#OvarianCancer #OCAM #Teal #OCRF