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Life is a Theatre – Invite Your Audience Carefully

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The following is posted because of the very special request of a very special member of our Ms. Cheevious Community.  It’s someone who knows me and has been to my home, to see this very clip posted on my refrigerator.  I wish I could say I wrote the wise words below, but I did not.  A wonderfully insightful and wise therapist gave this to me when I was going through my divorce and rebuilding my life.  I expressed the desire to make wise decisions, because as a “giver” I had grown up with a bad habit of filling in the gaps for many, if not all, of my relationships.  I out-gave most everyone I knew, and I realized that things were out of balance.  I wanted to rebuild in a healthy way, and this is what she gave to me. I found it to be so “spot-on” and profound, well, after my dear friend suggested I post it, I agreed.

The author is anonymous, though I’d love to meet him or her, as these words are golden to me — often — and can be a source of strength for us all, especially as we come into this wonderful time of year – The Holidays.  It’s a time when we “givers” find it very difficult not to over-give, and it’s also a very fragile and emotional time for some, as relationships can be so sticky and sensitive.  I think we all should post this on our refrigerators, put a copy in our brief cases, note books, journals, whatever.  But without further adieu, let’s dive in:

Life is a Theatre – Invite Your Audience Carefully

Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives.
There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.

It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you let go of, or at least minimize, your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-going-anywhere relationships and friendships.

Observe the relationships around you.  Pay attention.  Which ones lift and which ones lean?  Which ones encourage and which ones discourage? Which ones are on the path of growth uphill and which ones are going downhill?

When you leave certain people do you feel better or feel worse?

Which ones always have drama or don’t really understand, know or appreciate you?

The more you seek quality, respect, growth, peace of mind, love and truth around you, the easier it will become for you to decide who gets to sit in the fton row and who should be moved to the balcony of your life.

If you cannot “change” the people around you, change the people you’re around.

Here it is as an image as well.  Enjoy.

Life is a Theatre - Invite Your Audience Carefully

Know that regardless of the lack of attention you may be receiving from those you love, you are not the first, you are not alone, and there are many, many others sharing your experience underneath the very same great big sky.  We have all been there, if we are not there now, and on behalf of all of them, us, we…  I’m sending my love, warmth and grand applause for the you that walks this earth. Someone in your world notices.  Put them in your front row.

Love you people!!!!!  Mmmmmppphhhuuuhhhh!!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Holy El Dia de Gracias Batman! It’s Thanksgiving!

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Whaaaaaa????

Where’d my Back-to-School season go with all the stupid Old Navy commercials?

Is it too late to pick a cool-ass Halloween costume?

How about an Angry Bird? lol

Come onnnnnn… REALLY?

So… do you mean to tell me that in, like, three or four days, we’ll all be cooking over hot stoves, or paying large checks at fancy restaurants, or serving the homeless at the local soup kitchen for that long-anticipated (but ALREADY HERE) day of Thanks????

HOLY EL DIA DE GRACIAS, BATMAN! I’m not ready!

But…. but…. but…. well….

OKAYYYYYY.

I’ll just dive on in.

If you haven’t picked up on this yet, one of the things I absolutely love to do is write. One of my favorite things to write about is what I am truly thankful for. I try to do this over Thanksgiving each year. It’s generally in the form of an email to my closest friends and family. This year I’m doing it here and now for you all, because, well, I think we can all use a good dose of perspective. I hope my perspective helps to improve or solidify yours. Perhaps it will inspire you to share this with others that could benefit from some perspective as well. Nevertheless, it is my gift to us all (myself included).

As I look back on this year, I can summarize it in only one word:

Hope.

It’s true. I’m sure words like”Scandal,” “Bankruptcy,” “Uprising” among others ring much truer for many of you, and were more expected, but for me, the word is HOPE. And, HOPE, my dears, is a word I choose because it is in stark contrast to the two or three years prior to this. Those years could be summarized for me as some of the darkest, most “interesting” years to say the least. And when I think of the word “interesting,” in this context, I think of “texture”. My life was chock-full-of “texture” between 2008 and late 2010. I could heave a butt-load of “texture”, right about now. I’ve had my fill.

BUT, November of last year (2010) up to now sparked the return of Hope to the canvass of my life. YAYYYYYY!

“Hope” sorta took a vacation during those extremely difficult years just prior. Here’s just some of what went on in what I’ve dubbed as the “ugly skin era” (you’ll see why in a bit) – and this is where the perspective part comes in:

In the spring of 2008, I went through the breakup of a three year relationship. This, I was not entirely devastated over. I loved and truly cherished the man I was with, but I also credited that relationship with the loss of my younger son (and there were many other reasons for the breakup). My son (then barely 12) begged and pleaded to live with his dad when he and my significant other could not get along. I had always promised my son he could live with his dad if he still wanted to at 12, but by 2008 we were in year one of that situation. I finally ended the relationship with that partner, and moved back to Los Angeles from Colorado (where I’d been living an “adventure” for three years). I had hoped my son, who was about to start high school, would gleefully jump back on board and come to live with me again. It was not to be. He’d formed lasting friendships and wanted to ride out his high school years with those friends. I couldn’t blame him. I’d purchased a lovely two bedroom condo in L.A. to accommodate the possibility, but I understood his need to stay settled, but this was devastating. It was a painful sting that still remains (one of life’s little gifts that keeps on giving).

Later that year, due to poor economic conditions, I lost my largest business account (over $250k/year), along with the means to viably support myself, sans that account.

I did what any responsible person would do. I looked for a job. I re-crafted my resume to suite at minimum five hundred different job opportunities, sent it out, along with individualized and personalized letters to each. Out of that period of eighteen months, I had three interviews. Me. The person who prided herself in landing the jobs (plural) of her dreams, whenever she put her mind to it. This time, it was not to be so. I was either over qualified, under-educated or just a bit out of their desired age-range. And in every single case, the same position I was applying for, which was paying pennies on the dollar compared to what I’d earned in decades past, had received hundreds of over qualified, Ivy-League educated applicants. The competition was fierce, and while I muddled through looking for options, I took whatever work I could get.

In early 2008, (just prior to the housing market creating a financial and economic implosion all around us), my mother suffered a major stroke. She struggled to try to reconnect her neural pathways, with limited health insurance, and no long term care coverage.

A little segue here for impact:

My mom was Italian. If you know Italians, you know they love their food. Every spice, consistency, flavor. It’s an art to them. My mom was no exception. She loved to cook, and when we grew up everything mom created in the kitchen was incredible and delicious. Even her “Swiss Steak.”

In December of 2008, before my financial stability took its toll, I flew home for Christmas to cook a lasagna feast for my family. They’d been struggling to keep the family business afloat, the family home up and running, and our mother’s health and wellness up to par. They were exhausted, and they deserved a little treat. That’s where I came in. Our mom came over to the house Christmas day (from the nursing home), and visited with us, while the aroma of garlic and tomatoes filled the air… she smiled even as the hot garlic bread was coming out of the oven. She would NOT enjoy this feast, because she was still unable to swallow after her stroke, and was on a feeding tube.

It was no wonder then, with the next holiday season, she’d had enough. It was just before Thanksgiving. All attempts to integrate swallowing resulted in food in the lungs and recurring bouts with Pneumonia. She was hospitalized with one such bout. After seeing others on her floor receive their Thanksgiving meals of turkey and mashed potatoes, I think mom just hit that breaking point. When the nurse came in to put liquid into her feeding tube, my mother reportedly asked her, “Is this all there is?” (meaning, am I remanded to a feeding tube forever?) When the nurse, said “Yes, honey… for now, it is…” My mom made the decision and informed us all that she was done fighting. She died on December 3rd of that year.

Mom was one of my very best friends. I could call her at any moment, and say something random like “Hey! So… remember that time we were watching that movie and it had the guy and the girl dancing…” I would go on, and my mom would jump right in to try to help me figure out the name of that movie, it’s leading man, or the name of the song he sang. She and I laughed together over the phone, or had those random conversations so regularly, I still find myself wanting to pick up the phone anytime I can’t remember whether Bing Crosby sang “that” song in “The Bells of St. Mary’s.”

I won’t go on and on and boar you with every detail of every loss. I’ve written tributes to both my mother (part 1 and part 2) and my beautiful sister Mimi Sherwood Larimore, who died the following year from a long battle with Ovarian Cancer. She left me as the sister I was closest to… my “connection” to the elders above her in our large family… and she was so much more. The sister that made everyone laugh out loud so that they cried. So much more. But her death (more so than our mom’s, who chose when she would go, and had lived a full, long life) caused that WAKE UP and GET WITH IT realization of what is truly important. What true priorities are – and how precious life is. It created in me that desire and push to reconnect the dots with my older sisters and brothers and form loving lasting bonds with them as well.

So to summarize, here is a snapshot of the two years prior to this recent year of glorious, unadulterated HOPE:

  1. Break up of a three year relationship & move back to CA
  2. Son chooses to stay with dad (out of state)
  3. Business implodes
  4. Job Search Returns Nada (no unemployment available for “self employed” so now what?)
  5. Mom Dies
  6. Sister Dies
  7. Fellow single mom, whom I help out with a place to live, basically robs me, and never pays what she owes..
  8. Financial decline leads to condo mortgage going into default (the first time EVER in all my years, even as a struggling single parent).

And this, my dear lovely men and women, brings us to this current year of HOPE.

BEAUTIFUL, INCREDIBLE HOPE.

I say hope, and it is true, but the past year was also when I chose to sell my home at a significant loss (that financial fallout is not yet over…). I also discovered I have the BRCA2 Gene Mutation for Breast & Ovarian Cancer, and will undergo aggressive procedures to eradicate my risk of those cancers very soon. Ahhh, hope. The fuel for KINGS & QUEENS.

Why am I telling you all of this? And why on earth am I re-living these moments right here in black and white for all to read just before Thanksginving… The holiday for which we are to reflect on all we are grateful for? One could easily think I am an attention whore – and – well – DUH but this has nothing to do with that. If you’ve read this far, you’ve probably begun to see the bigger purpose. As I said before – I think perspective is important. And many times I myself get consumed with the seeming insurmountable amounts of crap and negative situations that surround us. I want us all to realize that, despite how difficult the circumstances… we humans are resilient. With a little perspective, (and hope) we can change our lives.

Also, it is incomparably cathartic to recount the losses from a place outside of that loss. So pardon me while I go on and on in order to reach catharsis. LOL!

Yet, after reading of All. That. Loss… especially with my uncanny mad-skill for the dramatic, my reasons for hope may seem extremely simplistic, or too practical to you. They are exceptionally real to me, however, and run very deep.

Here are a few of the simple reasons that this past year is dubbed the year of HOPE:

  1. November of 2010, I had, for the first time in months, a PR client who could actually pay what I asked, and who ended up being a gold mine (in comparison) of client referrals. I ended up with two other clients as a result of that one client. This great connection sparked the first glimmer of Hope and kicked off my full year of Hope.
  2. I actually began to see some traction for job searches and my outreach in that regard. This time, I had paying clients, and was in the familiar and comfortable position of being “choosy.”
  3. I sold my condo at a significant loss, but had access to cash that had been tied up. This enabled me to:
    1. take care of much needed and long overdue repairs on my car
    2. get some medical attention for my body (the BRCA2 Gene discovery, as well as the upcoming procedures, notwithstanding),
    3. purchase much needed equipment for my FUTURE – so I could take my business into a new direction – video / television production. I bought an iMac, a MacBook, a Canon camera and lighting kit, as well as all the editing software we could want or need.
    4. pay for a self-publishing package so I can FINALLY get that AWARD WINNING (Best Unpublished Manuscript at NY Book Festival, 2007) BOOK PUBLISHED! YAY!
  4. I was invited to produce my first set of television shows (online), and associate produce my first Award Show. Two bucket list items, realized.
  5. I fulfilled the desire to honor my sister and her suffering with some sort of story… My BRCA2 gene mutation emboldened me, but I wanted people to know about this horrific feminine cancer somehow. I didn’t quite understand how, but when I was diagnosed, I decided I would share my story. I started video taping everything about my upcoming surgeries, the tests required, the procedure. My hope is to produce a documentary that tells the real story of genetic testing for Breast & Ovarian cancer. I could be a ticking time bomb, or I could live until I’m a hundred, but I want the true story to be told. The loss of my condo, my brand new video taping equipment, my gene mutation (mutants rule!)… all of it happened for a reason, and I plan to seize the moment… the opportunity. I have also agreed to be on an episode of The Doctors that will tell some of the story, and educate people about the testing and procedures available. Ahhhh. Hope.

Like an onion, I’ve been peeled and stripped of what I refer to as the outer, ugly skin — you know… that dried up paper thin layer of skin on the outside?

I didn’t think my layers were ugly. My sister and my mom certainly weren’t. They weren’t even part of my skin. It was MY skin. It was ME that changed. That’s what I get for having the intention to always GROW. WHATEVER… I think I’m pretty grown now! But no, I thought my “skin” was pretty great. I wanted to keep that skin and those layers. When I struggled and cried, and had sleepless nights, my psyche was consumed with the longing of “Can’t I just put some fancy cream on that layer, or take a pill, or read a REALLY GREAT self help book and get the same result?” and “Why is so MUCH happening to me, and why does it never seem to let up?” I’m still HERE though. So all that crap can STICK IT. I’m not going anywhere, and it’s not going to bring me down.

But NOW! Well! Though I’m an ONION (ha ha), I am at the freshest, most VIBRANT point. I am renewed. I’ve let go of so much (and there are no surprises or mistakes). I’ve been stripped of things I thought I truly REQUIRED, and yet, I am still here. I am STILL laughing. Sometimes I think, like a mad-woman, I laugh, but still…

I continue to enjoy love (with my man M.C. Nugget, my two sons, my girlfriends, my sisters and brothers, nieces and nephews). Just watch any of my ridiculously silly, but funny videos, or read any of my blogs or ramblings about life and love. I STILL enjoy EVERY single moment. In truly LIVING each moment, and allowing life to teach me what it will, I am either learning, loving, or laughing (sometimes more than one at a time), in each and every situation.

This is the essence of HOPE, my friends. And this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for the gift of HOPE. As I’ve just recently been blessed with one of those rare, goose bumpy moments when I relived the THRILL I have in life… of living so close to the beach, of the vibrancy and health and LOVING LIFE attitude in Southern California… of living with such a percocious band of beach lovers all around me… of being able to ride my beach cruiser to the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf and sip on a cup of joe, and see other people SMILING AGAIN, after struggling through their OWN rugged terrain of recent years. That very second was magical… and I am so thankful.

My perspective may seem like NOTHING compared to some of the trials you or your loved ones have faced in recent years. But regardless, I’m glad you are here.

Have an incredibly full and very warm and happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy each bite. Be sure to bite off more than you can chew! I know I will!

Stay tuned for next week’s post – another episode of MAMMOTH MOUNTAIN MOMENTS. This time I turn a regular ole happy hour into a lesson on Branding. OY. And, I haven’t forgotten to tell you the story of the WHIPPETS and Ms. Cheevious’ friends. One more time: OY.

Love you people!!!

Mmmmmphhhhuuuuhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Celebrities, Wine, Fashion, Police

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Hello my lovely darlings, and wine-fashion-celebrity fiends!

Guess what? I’ve posted a new video blog (vlog) for you to enjoy! This episode is entitled “The Celebrity Fashion Police”!

Join me (in the episode as Lisette) and my friend William, as we critique and cheer various fashions at the Bel-Air Magazine New Year’s Eve party this year.

My man, Emcee Nugget made an appearance as well, with his own set of “circumstances” HA! And be sure to watch the video in its entirety to see a snapshot our friend Charity Winters from Celebrity Wine Review chatting it up with the always charming, and laugh-out-loud funny Emcee.

And I’ve got a BONUS for you people. Send this blog post to EVERYONE you know. ONE LUCKY COMMENTER will receive a Wine Soiree Aerator-Decantur (click here to see it) from my great friends at Celebrity Wine Review . But you have to comment – LOTS.  Share this on facebook, and you, your friends, relatives, minions… you name it – share it – and get them to comment here, on Youtube, everywhere!  One lucky winner will get this fantastic and delicious little wine accoutrement!  The decision on the most creative comment or the best comment (whichever strikes me) will be made at the end of February, 2011 – which gives you all PLENTY of time to become witty or interesting (but brief is good too) commentators.  If you win – and you’ve posted a valid email address (for only my eyes to see – promise), or if you comment on youtube… don’t you worry… I’ll FIND you, and you will not only be a WINNER but a WINER – HA!! 🙂

For those of you receiving this via email, if you do not see the video above, click here to view and comment!  Or go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iLQ65dwUAQ.

And guess what?  That isn’t ALL.  Remember my last post, “The Great Blackout of 2011“?  I am giving a gorgeous “scentsy” candle away for the best comment on that post, or on youtube!

Love you people!!!  Mmmppphhhhhhuuuuhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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What I Gave and Got… My True Hollywood Christmas Story

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PFFFAHHH! Gotcha!

You thought this story would take place in Hollywood, didn’t you, my little celeb-u-files? Well… not so much. But WAIT! I do live in Los Angeles / Hollywood / Santa Monica (it’s all the same), and I did give my oldest son a gift on the Saturday before Christmas at a little place called Tender Greens (one of my fav’s), just  a stone’s throw from Sony Pictures Studio (where he works)!  Plus I SHIPPED a few gifts from Hollywood!  Does that count? Just because I was 30 miles north of Boston on Christmas eve and Christmas day, not all is lost you entertainment fiends… don’t you worry. Emcee Nugget (my boyfriend and partner in crime), the quintessential Hollywood celebrity, ham of all hams, and persona-mysteriosa was on hand throughout my trip to HOLLYWOOD-UP this story for us! So here’s the low down.  And I’m starting with what I GAVE, because, well — COME ON PEOPLE – I’m not THAT shallow.  Okay, maybe I am.  But the reason for the season should not be lost.  People celebrate Christmas – or I should say – there IS a Christmas, because a little tiny baby was born to bring peace and salvation to us all.  THANK GOD (no pun intended)… and we GIVE in celebration of that because we love, right? So here’s WHAT I GAVE because I LOVE:

 1) a cool Banana Republic pea coat-style, HOT, black men’s overcoat to Emcee Nugget – because I LOVE the way he looks when he cleans up. (I’ve seen them NOW for like $60 bucks at Zappos)

2) a matching black scarf to go around that sexy neck of his, because hey – I LOVE that sexy neck. heh heh
3) a gas gift card with 50 bucks on it to Nuggie, because he drives us everywhere on our little escapades… and I do love a good ESCAPADE!

4) Money to both my boys, and to the younger one – a snowboarding sweater and shirt from his fave designer line, and a few other miscellaneous items..  The Money I gave because – well — I LOVE having money.  Who doesn’t? It is just (insert Captain Kirk voice here) so. very. useful. And the snowboarding gear – because I love that my younger son is a cool snowboarding STUD.

5) The biography of Sydney Portier – because I love his acting to my sons’ grandpa – because they love their grandpa, and so do I..

6) To my lovely sisters, Nuggie’s mama, and to Nuggie, because he’s watching those lines too… hee hee… A sample pack of my FAVORITE, INCREDIBLE face products…  By esente.  Of course, NOW it’s available for like, 40 bucks… BEAUTY FOR PEANUTS.  Gotta love THAT!!  But I LOVE smooth, silky skin, and these face products are the absolute best!

7) Well of course!  You didn’t think I would forget the COOKIES did you!?  Or the FUDGE!?  Or any other YUMMY treats!?  I gave these to EVERYONE – because I LOVE YUMMY TREATS!!

OOO!  Forgot about the cool little push button motorized hamsters I gave Nuggie.  He is always making fun of, laughing about, or cracking jokes about gerbels, hamsters, goats, lambs… you name it.  If they live in the wild, he’s probably made them the brunt of a joke at one time or another.  These were SO cute!  And, as toys do – there were categories of hamsters.  I happened to buy him one of the Rock Stars (his had a mohawk), and one of the Special Forces (his had a scar on it’s forehead like Harry Potter). I gotta say, those little stocking stuffers were a hit!  We played like little kids. HA HA.

So….  Wanna’ know WHAT I GOT?

1) TONS of love from both my boys – (not to mention the excessively cool wine chiller from Sharper Image) and Nuggie, his family and all of the really awesome people in my life – as well as some really great, warm memories, even though my kids and I were not all together on Christmas.  I don’t know why it is, but boys know how to reach their moms.  🙂

2) A very COOL handbag from Emcee Nugget… One that has a pocket for everything, so I no longer have to refer to any purse I am carrying as the ABYSS.  HA!

3) Very UBER cool VIDEO software from Emcee Nugget.  The product of which you will see in my next post..  all about the BLACK OUT we experienced in Santa Monica.  That one is SCARY!

4) A couple of REALLY AWESOME gift cards – one from Ricky and one from Nuggie’s folks – – awe… they are all just sooo sweet! Gotta keep the shopping queen shoppin’!

5) A total bling-y necklace from my friend Brook to keep me at the height of fashion.

And I just can’t remember the rest in this moment – plus, I gotta get this out to you… It’s already OLD news!  But I must say – it was a really great Christmas… all because of the LOVE people.

Tune in next week for a video blog, or as we techno-babes like to call it “vlog” about the Great Blackout of 2011.

It’ll knock your socks off!

Have a productive, healthy, fit and inspiring week you gorgeous freaks of nature.

Love you people!!!  Mmmppphhhhhhuuuuhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Lovin’ Every Ho

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Oh yes.  I am loving every single, itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, tiny little HO (and the big fat mama jamma HO’s too).

And no, we’re not talking about “Ho”s” from the hood.  Get a grip here.

It’s the Ho-Ho-Holidays, after all  — as in CHRISTMAS — this coming SATURDAY people!  Ohhhhh yeeaaaahh.  I’m psyched.

I adore the holidays.  I don’t care about the crowds, the traffic, the frenzied rush to get everything done for work and play… It all signifies just how truly important this holiday IS to others as well as to me…

So, though I did HOLLAH-BACK something like “Oh YEAH?  HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU TOO YA BIG JERK!!!” at the very angry driver who screamed untold expletives at me while I waited for a parking space recently, I won’t let it get me down.  I hope he doesn’t either.  Well, actually – screw him.  He can eat burnt cookies for all I care, the big SCROOGE. And, if by some miraculous chance, the shoe is on the other foot, and I, Ms. Cheevious, happen to be the big Scrooge, I will gladly eat burnt cookies.  (Of course, that doesn’t mean much to me since I like cookies of all varieties — from uncooked, raw dough… all the way to dark and crispy).

But I do absolutely love the music, those old (and some new) movies, old television shows, the baking that is making everyone that I know and love a few ounces heavier!  Ha ha.  Why?  Because… it’s THE HOLIDAYS!!!  Time to let go, unwind, enjoy yourself, and spread the good cheer, peace, love, generosity and good will to everyone you see.

‘Nuff said.

So, I’m sharing the things that I LOVE the most about the holidays – one for each of the HO HO HO’s of Christmas (count ’em – THREE).

HO # 1:

I LOVE being a sneaky, spy-girl little elf. Plotting and planning and sneaking around over the holidays — and it’s all about my peeps — finding a special something for them, and surprising them with it.  The joy or surprise, or whatever the intended reaction was, that comes over their face, when they finally GET what I’ve given is what I live for.  Precious. It’s especially fun to do those Secret Santa exchanges.  I am notorious for going all spy-girl, stealthy on people.  I go to great lengths to divert attention away from me and on to other poor saps as the possible SS.  But nope.  I’m never found out.

HO #2:

I LOVE being the most AWESOMEST Christmas DJ… finding new and cool music for the holidays like THIS.  Check it out! (It’s by Kay Starr – the Stuhr Remix).

I guarantee you will NOT be disappointed!

I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm

When you click on the link, it should open a new window and then a little audio player on the page will show up, and you should click on the play triangle button.

And finally…

drum roll please…

The very thing I love the most is…

HO #3:

I LOVE making the holidays ROCK…  doing whatever possible … for my two sons, my lovely man and family — whatever it takes, I want them to experience the magic — of friends, family and of course – REALLY AWESOME presents (even if they are simply well-stated sentiments in a lovely card).

That’s it.  I’m done.

Have a very Merry Christmas you sexy ladies and suave gentlemen!

Stay tuned for a Rockin’ New Year’s post, and PUH-LEAZZ – stay safe, warm and KIND this week! Do what you can to NOT become a SCROOGE!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmpppphhhuuuuhhhhhh!!!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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