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Why I’m Glad I’m a Woman… and You Should be Too

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Ms. Cheevious Note: This week, I’m thrilled to welcome Marrie Lobel as one of our guest-contributors.  Her blog, Dirty in Public, happens to be one of my personal favorites. Her provocative, articulate posts range from true-life stories and the lessons learned, to tips for how to behave (or not) in “special” situations. She’s our Bomb-a-licious contributor (she is, after all, The BOMB). Here, she’s graced us with her take on all the wonderful things that make women, well, fabulously female.

You all know what to do: Read, enjoy, “Share” (hit the share button and post it everywhere) and Tweet to your heart’s content about this little piece. Let’s show her some love.

xoxo

Ms. Cheevious
, Editor in (Mis) Chief

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Why I’m Glad I’m a Woman… and you should be too

I’m so glad I’m a woman. By saying this I am not bashing all you fabulous men. I’m fairly confident I could write an equally flattering post on how wonderful it is to be a man; however I’m not one. With all the drama, back-stabbing, cackling, and gossiping associated with the female of our species there are still some pretty marvelous things about being a chick. Rather than dwelling on all the negatives, I thought it would be fun to take note and celebrate all the glorious reasons why I’m glad to be a woman…and why other women should be too.

I Have Boobs: They’re fabulous, fun, and breathtaking. I can prop them up or dress them down but no matter what, they’re always a lovely accessory. Size doesn’t even particular matter…men are just pleased as punch to have the opportunity to be face-to-face with these mystical feminine lumps.

I Can Procreate: I admit that having children can be a pain in the…well…neck; however, I’m still in awe at the experience of having grown a child inside of me. It’s common but no less incredible. The bond I felt while nurturing my daughter has to be one of the most extraordinary experience I have had or ever will have. I know some women feel it to be a curse but for me it’s the best part of being a woman; labor and all.

I Get to Be Emotional: I am free to cry and have insecurities. I get to experience and enjoy my moods unabashedly. I get to indulge my weakness and celebrate my strengths in full glory for all to see. Women are known as emotional creatures…and that’s fine by me!

I Get to Wear Make-Up: Nature isn’t always kind, that’s why I thank my maker and Lancome for make-up! Got a blemish? No, worries, I have concealer. Looking pale? Bronzer to the rescue. Putting my best face forward and dolling myself up makes me feel confident on the inside because I know I look good on the outside. As superficial as it may sound, sometimes it’s the little things like pretty lipgloss that can get you through the day with a smile on your face.

I Don’t Have a Penis: Elaine from Seinfeld said it best, “I don’t know how you guys walk around with those things.” TRUE DAT! Shrinkage, spontaneous erections, and constant shifting…my god, it’s a virtual circus in their pants at all times. No wonder men are known for thinking with their unit, so much of men’s metal energy is devoted to his penis’ well-being their mind might as well stay there!

I Get to Have a Job I Enjoy: Yeah, I know, women make less for the same jobs and her odds of promotion depend on how well connected her male counterparts may be. But hey, let’s face it; women are happier with their career choices and experience less pressure to uphold the family name or bring in the big bucks as many men feel. Women also have more job security {women have weathered the recession better than men} and keep their positions longer. For me enjoying what I do is more important than how much money is in the bank. Because I’m a woman, I’m free to pursue my interests independent of expectations.

I Have Feminine Charm: Just as the size of your boobs doesn’t really matter for most, neither does your dress size. Women have a power all their own; if a woman feels sexy and owns her sexuality her body shape is of little importance. I love that through the power of desire, I can bring the strongest man to his knees if I put my mind to it {for good reason}. I love owning my sexuality and empowered by the energy of my sensuality. Women may be the fairer sex, but that doesn’t mean we are all Snow White!

I Have Female Intuition: Personal experience has taught me that I have an instinctive understanding about life, love, and the dynamics of personal relationships. I tend to be the glue that holds my family together and the rock that supports in times of great need or sorrow. Like many women, I can hear what is not being said and understand why. Women are shrewd family negotiators and insightful mediators to friends. Women are intuitive about the complexities of personal situations and respond, well, tactfully.

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ABOUT MARRIE LOBEL

Marrie is a Geekalicious NorCal Betty masquerading opinions about dating, sex & relationships as fact through dirty talk & wicked rants. You can read more on her personal blog, Dirty In Public and on Singles Warehouse where she is an #SWEXPERT contributor.

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I See Ugly People!

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So, I was reading an article entitled “Breaking News: Well-Known Women are Actual People Underneath Their Makeup” on one of my favorite blog sites, all about how famous women have suddenly started to brave the cameras, paparazzi and even the spreads of national magazines null and void of any and all concealer, powder, mascara, hairspray — anything…  It was an article talking about a recent People Magazine (or some other such rag) article, and how there was a huge amount of harsh backlash and mean comments about the article and the women (most notable here: Hillary Clinton and Zooey Deschanel). So I was interested to explore this subject, and dug in. While reading the article and observing a few of the most talked about photos, it occurred to me: I don’t like looking at these people that way.

Make it stop.

PLEASE.

I give up.  I don’t want to “explore” this subject any more than to tell you why this should never happen again.

Here is my list as to why I think it’s preposterous to make this into a “THING”:

1. Women look *REALLY* good when they haute-up.  Just sayin’.  I’m one to talk, as a person who barely sports face powder on a regular basis.  But I still maintain that a little somethin’ somethin’ is all it takes sometimes to hide major blemishes from the world. ESPECIALLY when I’m posing for photos, going out to greet my adoring fans (HA), or appearing in front of an audience.

2. It’s almost as if these women waited until they were a) on their period and had menstrual induced breakouts, b) having the worst hair day of record, or c) were pre-pubecently OOgly with acne and all that entails.  Hell, we’d ALL be ugly on those days. Which leads me to number 3.

3. I don’t want to see that. My boyfriend doesn’t NEED to see that.  You don’t want to see that.  Also… my own FRIENDS and FAMILY don’t want to see me looking my worst.  Even I don’t try that at home people.  And admit it.  We kinda LIKE our idea of these women as they are when they’re made up.

4. Why let all the snappy technology of today go to waste?  Hello? It’s there people, for the taking.  Makeups, creams, hair tonics, oh the glorious hair tonics. They’re everywhere and almost FREE in some forms and locations. Get them while you can and use them while there is still time.  PLEASE.

5. I know there will be those naysayers out there who are proponents of this new “THING.” “I think they look lovely and show courage coming out without a stitch of makeup. No one does that in Hollywood or in political office… blah freaking blah…” You can say that all you want, but I DARE any of these women to show up on camera for their SHOW or to a GALA without a stitch.  That’s the point.  They won’t.  Why? Because getting adorned makes them look their best.  So, you naysayers… here, you may make your point, but only if you are known to never shave your legs/armpits, shower, wear makeup, perfume or hair products, and at that – you still look FABULOUS and could go like that to the most important occasion of your life.  Then, and only then will we bow before the idea of dolling up without products.

Because isn’t that the point?  Shouldn’t we view every waking moment as one of the most important, even possibly one of the last moments of our lives?  Shouldn’t we see how we look for our close friends and family as extremely important as well? Not that we have to shellack our faces and hair every day, but geez, put a little effort in.  Show those in your lives you care.  Would ya?

Enough said.

Tune in next time for a fabulous and tantalizing tale of two dates… or maybe something entirely different.

Love you people!!!!! Mmmmppphhhuuuhhh!!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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I’m Too Sexy for My Genes

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Buckle up boys and girls.  There is a TON of information in this post, all written in true Ms. Cheevious fashion (fun)… You will miss important information if you breeze through, however.  If you value your life, take the time to read this.  And that’s no joke.  It could really make a difference for you or someone you love. Now, dive in and enjoy.

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October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, so I think it only fitting to make this announcement now.  No.  I don’t have breast cancer.  It’s more involved than a simple diagnosis, but it’s important and everyone should be aware of this information, so they too can make informed, proactive decisions as they are able.

This post is in honor of my sister Mary Louise “Mimi” Sherwood Larimore, who passed away in August, 2010, losing her almost 7 year battle to Ovarian Cancer.

Why, dedicate this post to someone who suffered with Ovarian Cancer, when I’ve said clearly it is timely for Breast Cancer Awareness?  Well, mostly because I can, but there are other, much more important reasons.

Read on to learn them.

Now.

Picture this:

Me, with a lab coat and horn-rimmed glasses.

There.

Now you’re ready.

First off, let me preface the rest of my post with this: I am NOT, in any way shape or form saying that anyone can ever be TOO SEXY (for their genes or otherwise)!  No, my dearies, in the long, endless list of things to worry about or avoid, being “too sexy” is not one of them. Also, in this context, I am referring to being SEXY and creating sexiness by staying fit and healthy, which causes our body to become a lean, mean, streamlined, fighting machine.  This of course means that in the world of biology, if we do these things, we hope that all pieces of the puzzle communicate, find each other, and fit nicely together.  Being TOO SEXY, in my case means this: FOR GODDSAKES!  Here I am working my ASS off (pun intended), mostly for the health benefits, and in this particular case, it really didn’t make a bit of difference.

So, apparently I am WAY too sexy for my genes….  My little puzzle pieces (genes) just can’t keep up with me. Or, as I’m told, at least one of them can’t.   But can you blame ’em?  The mere pace I keep in life alone causes grown men to cry… (insert evil laugh) but that is another topic for another time.

Many of you, if you’ve followed my blogs, and my vlogs on my YouTube channel, know that my beloved, beautiful sister Mimi Sherwood Larimore lost her battle with Ovarian Cancer in August of 2010. Her ongoing battle was horrific to behold (even from a distance), but in true Sherwood Girl fashion, we all believed she would conquer the scourge that besieged her body. We all supported her belief, wholeheartedly.

Her illness prompted my gynecologist to begin a personal campaign to get me to the genetic specialists at Cedars Sinai in Los Angeles.  And when my sister passed away, without having opted for genetic screening, my doc turned up the heat. She REALLY wanted me to be screened for Ovarian / Breast Cancer (they are related) gene mutations. So I succumbed. This time, I had no excuse, because I knew I wanted to know, but in the year past, my insurance would not have covered such a test.  This was not the case this time around.  My insurance covered 90% of the screening. I also learned insurance companies are prohibited by law from discriminating based on genetic testing.

I’ll cut to the chase here.  I went in for the screening, and then went in for my results, and more to the shock of the genetics counselors than to myself, I tested positive for the BRCA2 Genetic Mutation.The shock was because even with  TEN FRIGGIN SIBLINGS, I had only one first degree relative with ovarian cancer, and none with breast cancer (although the BRCA2 gene is indicative of the risk increasing with age). None of us is absolutely certain whether our father’s cancer – which was only discovered two days prior to his death – and running rampant throughout his mid-section – was prostate, stomach or pancreatic cancer – or not – (also high-risk cancers for BRCA2 mutation carriers). Our mother did not have it (she had lymphoma). There was a second degree relative with Ovarian tumors at a young age, but that was about it!  So yes, the genetics experts at Cedars were quite surprised.

I’m not sure what to make of the image below… but it matches the lab coat thing we got goin’ on here, and gee, it sure is pretty.  If you are a true GEEK, perhaps you can post a reply below and enlighten us.  But explain it slowly and in three and four letter words if at all possible.

Who would have THUNK something with the ability to wreak such havoc, could come from either one of these gorgeous people?

Padalino & Sherwood - The Early Days

That is my mom, Nereide Frances Padalino Sherwood, holding my oldest brother, with my dad, Orville Joseph Sherwood.

Yes, my little Hottie-McHottlesteins, I am old enough to have parents who were having kids in the NINETEEN-FORTIES… but just BARELY.  My parents had me when they were late into their SEVENTIES.  I PROMISE.  🙂  It was a miracle, and was featured in the National Enquirer, and everything… SWEAR. TO. GOD.

Anyway – back to my lab coat and horn-rimmed glasses… and to the Genetics Counselors at Cedars Sinai:

They explained that our bodies read genetic code as such:

Genes are read in three “letter” sequences.  But every three letters must “make sense” or “spell” something… so a correct set of code may look like this:

But when a mutation occurs, an extra “letter” – like an “A” is inserted, which sets all the code off and causes all kinds of mayhem in your body. It may look like this:

So, why only these cancers (Ovarian, Breast and lesser known cancers) then?  Why wouldn’t this screw up our entire bodies?  Why wouldn’t there be a risk of brain tumors or whatever?

Well, they said it’s like a library.  The brain tissue or liver tissue, etc… it never has to access this code.  This code is only accessed by breast and ovary tissue most of the time, and the prostate and pancreas (and other parts of the body) some times.  So that’s why you don’t get bone cancer, or a brain tumor, etc…

Additionally they provided these nice little statistics of RISKS for me to think about (and share with any and all blood relatives):

MEN
Risk for Early onset (around 50 yrs) Prostate Cancer:
Those with mutated Gene:  20% (goes up with age, significantly)
General Population: 5% (goes up with age after 70)

Risk for Breast Cancer:
With mutated gene: 5-7%
General Population: <1%

Risk for Pancreatic Cancer:
With gene: 2-4 %
Gen population: <1%

WOMEN
Risk for Breast cancer:
With gene mutation:  avg 80% (risk increases with age up to 87% or more)
without (general population): 7%

Risk for Ovarian cancer between age 50-70:
With gene mutation: 19-27%
Without (general pop):  1.7%

Risk for Ovarian cancer from 70 and up:
With Gene mutation:  27-44%
General population: < 2%

So, in my results appointment, my Genetics counselors discussed the options available to me with this new information.  There were a few choices but I opted for the most aggressive approach to eradicating my elevated risks.  For me it was simple.  I saw what my sister and her loved ones went through.  I have had my kids, and hell, I had a breast lift to improve my appearance after nursing my kids years ago!

Sometime in the next couple of months,  I am undergoing a double prophylactic mastectomy (with breast reconstruction and implants) and at the same time, will have them remove my ovaries and tubes. There are other factors that can further complicate the surgery (for instance, if they see something questionable while in there, etc.) but we’re assuming I am extremely healthy and doing this solely for preventative measures.

So why the long, drawn out post, with all these details?  Well, because.

I share everything with you people.

And there is a lesson in all of this for you:  Don’t be too sexy for your genes.  Get screened.

Don’t think you are too good, too healthy, too anything to NOT be screened.  Don’t NOT be screened for any of the wrong reasons.  If you have relatives who’ve suffered from Breast or Ovarian cancer (maybe even Pancreatic or Prostate cancers – ask your doctor), then ask about it and don’t allow FEAR of the unknown, or KNOWN to rule your life.

If you are looking for a conservative approach to life, and want to find a blog that praises you for taking no risks while safely maneuvering through the twists and turns on life’s road – you have come to the wrong place.

Hello!  I am Ms. Cheevious!  Adventurous – Fun – Cute – Cuddly (just making sure you’re still there) – and I really do try with all of my heart to be brave and make BRAVE choices.   Being brave is a choice and bravery is something you must consciously make an effort to practice.

I love life, and I really do – on purpose – take REAL, sometimes SCARY, LIFE-CHANGING RISKS. Not always. But I certainly try not to make choices out of fear.  And yet, somehow I still ENJOY EVERY MOMENT, and I have no regrets.  I truly believe this quote, and I’ve used it before:

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming, ‘Wow. What a ride!’ ”

You can do that too, if you so choose.  I’m here to cheer you on.  We are ALL here to cheer you on!

Here’s a tweet you can copy and paste into twitter to encourage others too – especially in October for Breast Cancer Awareness Month:

They’re MY boobs, and I’m quite attached! Get screened ladies.  It can save your life! @mscheevious #breastcancerawareness

And guess what?  Now that you’ve made it this far – here is the REAL announcement!  HA!

You’ll soon be able to SEE and HEAR more about this journey, because I’m scheduled to be on an episode of The Doctors with my reconstructive surgeon Dr. Lisa Cassileth, who has a breakthrough procedure for reconstruction after mastectomy, called the Cassileth One-Stage Breast Reconstruction (you can read more about that here). We are taping our episode soon, but check your local listings for The Doctors. COOL, EH!!???  I’m also videoing everything and hope to produce a documentary.  Fingers crossed.

OH and  HEY! Check out my new FACEBOOK APP!  If you are already a member on Facebook (have “like”d it), you can check out the new cool stuff by clicking here (http://www.facebook.com/IamMsCheevious?sk=app_208237022576310) and surf around all the little links and such.  You’ll be able to buy my book when it’s published, as well as other fun Ms. Cheevious inspirations to send to your fun, flirty, brave and daring gal-pals. If you are NOT a member of my Facebook Page, please join! You will love the interactive-ness of it all.  PLUS it’s a great example of a custom Facebook page.  I’ve worked hard on it!

That’s it for now…  Stay tuned!

Love you people!!!  Mmmmmppphhhuuuhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Introducing “Nosey” Next Door Neighbor

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M.C. Nugget and I woke up one Saturday morning to what I initially interpreted as a sweet note from our otherwise nosey, busy-body neighbor. It read something like this,

“Hey guys!  I just wanted to let you know that I am a very light sleeper, so because of this, I sleep mostly in the living room!  Anyway, I will be away at my boyfriend’s through Sunday, so if MC (me — Ms Cheevious) would like to park in my space, that would be fine!”

I should have understood the undertones of this note immediately, but all I saw was the invitation to use her parking spot and I started to do a little dance.

In RE: the parking spot.

You see, Nuggie and I live three blocks from the beach.  This means that on most days parking is a very hot commodity and hard to come by.  I am a busy girl, which means I go places! I have a life! So, I have to search for parking, often many times throughout the day when I come back to our beach place. I USE to park in a somewhat-non-space in back of Nuggie’s building along with the other tenant parking.  It was sort of a half-space, but me and my little car didn’t ever have trouble getting in and out, and no one else ever parked there.  I did this, until “Nosey” dropped hints to Nuggie in her passive aggressive way that “some of the other people in the building were wondering who it was that was parking there, since everyone was only allowed one parking space”… That, in effect, ended my days of using that space in a pinch, and began the days of M.C. and I planning ahead for parking. Oy. As IF we live in New YORK or something!

The comment from her was annoying enough, but when Nuggie read the note he snapped, “Too bad!  We can’t help it if she sleeps in the LIVING ROOM!” and I immediately knew what he was talking about.  Nuggie and I returned the night before from a romantic, fun night out, and wanted to “continue the romance” if-you-will, back at home.  We stayed in the living room for the very reason that the walls in the beach palace are very thin, and well — we don’t want to have to think about waking the neighbors while we have the music on and other “stuff” going on.  So, rather than disturb our sleeping neighborsj (as the bedrooms in these places all have common walls), we took our hanky-panky to the living room.

Suddenly, I found myself cracking up.  ‘Serves her right!’ I thought.

If you’ve ever lived in an apartment complex, or even a tightly knit neighborhood of homes, you’ve known neighbors who don’t know how to mind their own business.  Oh, sure, they justify their nosiness by saying they just “care” about you and your well-being, while they make sure you know they see and hear everything you do.  It reminds me of Mrs. Kravitz from the TV Show Bewitched.  If you’re too young to have ever seen Mrs. Kravitz (I can’t imaging why you would be, since the show is still all over cable TV today), I’ve provided a few shots of her below:

Funny.  Some people just don’t have a life.

Stay tuned everyone – as next I’ll be sending you my REAL, and TRUE Costa Rican Vacation video!  Yippee!

Have a great day and make someone smile because you are MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmphhhhuuuuhhhh!!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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The Great Costco Food Sample Incident

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I’m going to share with you a little incident that ACTUALLY occurred at my friendly neighborhood Costo recently.  The names and characters’ names have been changed – only because I don’t know them. If I did, these slime balls would be listed right here with mug-shots, their phone numbers, emails and home addresses (just kidding… but a girl can dream).

After patiently waiting to get a hot tasty morsel of free food at Costco (from one of the sample cart people),  and,  after waiting through the first whole batch the woman had produced, because the line was THAT long, (and also because in the previous batch, certain SOMEONES ran up to the front of the line, just as the samples were coming out, IGNORING the long line formed by we POLITE folks, and grabbed up all the yummy stuff)… After all that, while I STILL waited patiently in line, some sneak-meister lady came up and began chatting up our sample lady!  I knew immediately what this bitch was up to.  She was hungry, like all the rest of us, and yet, rather than wait in line – LIKE ALL THE REST OF US, and LIKE GOOD PEOPLE DO – she thought she’d put on a little side-show to distract the cart lady, and somehow thought this would fool us.  She probably did fool a few of the people in line, sadly.

Which begs the question, “Why was I in line with fools?” and then the question,  “Why are they fools?” Well, I was in line because the cart woman had been polite enough to say she was sorry we waited in line and the first samples ran out, and that more would be ready in a jiff.

By acknowleding that we’d been there waiting in line, she immediately made STANDING IN LINE imperative.

Why were the other people in line with me fools?  Well they would have been if they just stood there and did nothing while they were about to be taken for a second time. I know some of you.  You’re sharp too, and you’re thinking ‘why fault the bee-otch for thinking outside of the box and getting the food before it was all gone again?’  I’ll tell you why.  BECAUSE I DID WHAT I WAS SUPPOSE TO DO and this goombah butt-ugly chick was threatening to prove ONCE AGAIN that it DOESN’T PAY to follow any sort of social graces!  If everyone did what she did, we already know what would happen: only the stronger, nastier, fatter (there is almost ALWAYS someone fatter), meaner, more-muscular people would survive.  They’d claw and climb their way to get the freebie, simply because that’s the way it was done, leaving the elderly, frail, young, short (there is almost always someone shorter), light-weight, kind, polite people behind in the dust.

But if everyone would just stand in that line of  – oh – what – FIVE FRIGGIN’ PEOPLE – then everyone would get their little tiny bite in due time. But NOOOO.  And THAT, my friends is the reason everyone in this FRIGGIN’ COUNTRY IS OBESE!  But I digress.

So, what did I do?  I’ll tell you.

I stepped out of that line and LURCHED at that woman.

I THREW my overly strong and large-for-my-size hands  (I know this because my piano teachers all said so) around her Baptist looking neck, and I SQUEEZED  — HARD.  I clenched my teeth and said as I felt the air trying to pass through her neck, “Feel free to chat this woman up as long as you like.  But if you think you’re getting one of those samples without waiting in line, like all these other good folks have been doing, well, I’ll snap this pretty little neck of yours in two seconds.” Immediately, the people in line began to clap and cheer.  They chimed in with things like “YEAH!” “THAT’S RIGHT!” and “YOU GO GIRL!”  I even heard a “That woman did NOT just DO THAT!!”

I continued as I regained my composure, released the woman, and stepped back in line, ” We complain that the kids in this country are getting worse – more and more violent, indecent, stupid – whatever – as each year passes… and we wonder why? It’s because of LOW LIFES like you who think they’re the only ones that exist on this planet, and selfishly take-take-take, regardless of who else was ahead of them! You teach kids that everything they’ve been taught, including common decency, isn’t NECESSARY! Well, I’M here to tell you that it IS!”

More “Yeah!”s and “That’s Right!”s from my little line gang before I continued, “YOU are the reason our country is in the PISS poor shape it’s in, lady.  So GET A CLUE, GET IN LINE or go live somewhere else.”  I breathed in as the cheers, pats on the back, smiles and women waiting for me to hold their babies continued… before…

It was back to REALITY.

What actually happend was, I simply said loudly, “I HOPE she doesn’t think she’s getting a sample ahead of us without getting in line?  Does she?”  Turning to my other line members. One supported me by rolling her eyes in the woman’s general direction for all to see, another huffed and shrugged, and one very brave lady chimed in “I sure HOPE NOT!”  That was really all we needed.  Oh the joy of being heard, and oh how great it feels to instill FEAR into the heart and mind of a perpetrator!  HA!

So let this be a lesson to you:  Step outta line (in more ways than one) around Ms. Cheevious, and you WILL suffer the consequences. You have been warned.

But honestly people, it’s just WRONG to conduct ourselves so EGOTISTICALLY, as if we are the only ones affected.  Everyone else suffers when we do. What you do affects others.

THINK ABOUT EVERYTHING YOU DO and adjust your actions so others (we) don’t have to pick up your slack.  Would ya? PRETTY PLEASE?

If you do, you’ll feel better as you come to realize — ‘GEE, I WON’T DIE IF I MAKE OTHERS MY EQUAL & BEHAVE GRACIOUSLY’… and it will sure as hell make the world a better place!

That’s it for now peeps!  Now go out there an make the world a BETTER place!  Would you please?

Love you people!!! Mmmmmphuuuhhhh!!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Such a Tease

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Yes I am!  And PROUD OF IT!  Ha ha!

I’m sorry!

I’ve just not had a single chance to get the final footage (and fun, loopy moments with my cast of characters) storyboarded, coordinated, filmed and edited to fill in the blanks on my REAL Costa Rica video… soooooo, here is the teaser – or trailer…

Please share, post comments, subscribe, everything!  Who knows… maybe there is a little somethin’ somethin’ in it for ya… but JUST DO IT.  🙂

Did you watch it?  Whaddya think?  Ready to see another appearance by the all-talented Alexi Faharazachikn (aka MISHKA) as a Costa Rican Woman – or maybe a tourist?  Or how about a new couple-o characters??

Stay tuned….  coming soon, I promise!  You will laugh out loud at what we’ve got brewing.  Promise!

Have a fantastic weekend you gorgeous humans!

Love you people!!!! Mmmmmmphhhuuuhhhhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

www.MsCheevious.com

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