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A Happy Accident

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I am in favor of living a life “on purpose” & determining to live authentically.  I have made a pact with myself to forge ahead despite all obstacles. In doing so, suddenly, happiness is part of the fabric of me…  a Happy Accident…

With that in mind, and in true Ms. Cheevious fashion, I’m taking my cues from a cool Buzznet blog I saw recently by @KeltieColleen, who  did a post entitled “Things You Need to Know About Life.”  I thought, ‘hmmm.  love that.  but there is so much more to life than merely the warnings, the “take heeds” and things that won’t work in life… so I’m going to post it from the positive and Ms. Cheevious perspective.”

So that is what today’s post is about.  Make it so #1.  Do these things.  BELIEVE these things and make them a part of YOU.  Happiness will follow. (Oh.  And if you are a MAN, BOY, DUDE… Just insert YOU in the place of “women”.  Some of these apply to either sex, but when they say “women” well, it’s because they don’t write these kinds of posts for men.  The kind of “inspirational” images I found for men – well, they are for another blog at another time. HA!)

Like NIKE says, “JUST DO IT.” ‘Nuff said.

I admit, I’ve grown a wee bit weary of the hundreds of posts on Facebook that have suddenly crept up on my news feed.  Posts just like this with one poignant phrase after another… but reduced to graphically pleasing images.  BUT.  And of course, there IS a BUT…  sometimes there really is a place for  quips and sayings.  Their is no easier way to remind ourselves of the truth: That we are not as “bad” or “weak” or “frail” or “ignorant” or “unfashionable” as we think.  Sometimes our thoughts need a shot in the arm… or a big giant “graphically pleasing” BILLBOARD, blinking and buzzing in front of us… to remind us of who we really are.

Get outta here now and have a HAPPY, FANTASTIC day!

Stay tuned for the story of the WHIPPETS and Ms. Cheevious’ friends.  OY.

Love you people!!!

Mmmmmphhhhuuuuhhhh!

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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What’s Your Color Today?

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Mine remains to be seen people! (except perhaps my bloodshot eyes! OY!) Ha!

Will I be blond? Brunette? Red Headed? With me no one can tell. It is entirely dependent on my mood. :).

But, just know that regardless of the “color” Mood YOU are in, whether it be fire engine red and you are rarin’ to go, black as night with no daylight in sight, or sunshine yellow with a bounce in your step – YOU choose your outlook AND your behavior. And hey, I suppose some days we can allow that less than perfect behavior, and moods that just simply – well – suck.

I must admit you do hear about those more than when someone is inexplicably ELATED. And probably with good reason, right? Come on, ADMIT it. Sometimes when you get around one of those Perky Penelopes you just want to secretly stick your foot out, undetected, as they skip on By! Am I right? And when we’ve been elated, how often do we find ourselves feeling GUILTY for expressing it because, well, times are hard, people are suffering, and so on, and so forth.

But I desire and strive for authenticity people! When I am JUBILENT — and — when I am in the dumpster. You know… the one in back of MC Nugget’s apartment? It sometimes feels like a home away from home. LOL

But seriously, you are the ONLY one who can dig deep into your gut and pull out something unexpected. Happy, sad, angry, remorseful, whatever. So this, my lovelies, is your mission, should you choose to accept it. Surprise us all with your choice and we will celebrate YOU in the process!

Let us know what color you choose to be today by posting below. Feeling dark and gray and dreary? Do tell, but be creative in your color and tell us why! Feeling Stinkin FREAKIN JAZZED for some reason, and that color feels like Chartreuse to you? Can’t wait to hear about it.

Love you people!!!
Mmmmpphhuuhhhh!

xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
via my iPhone

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Aloha National Chicken Month

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In Celebration of National Chicken Month I am taking M.C. Nugget to Hawaii.  That’s right.  You heard it correctly.

You see, we watched his beloved Saints get ripped apart by the Greenbay Packers on NFL kickoff tonight, and in a drunken stupor decided we needed to go to Honolulu.

Can you blame us?  NO!

So – well – there you have it.  Aloha my lovely boys and girls.  I will try not to sun bake my Chicken Man too much – but honestly, I think he likes it.  heh heh.

Below is a sun baked chicken.  Granted it BETTER not be MC Nugget – cuz – well – that would be weird – but perhaps we’ll see one of his Hawaiian cousins while we are there!  🙂

Have a glorious weekend whilst we are basking in the glorious sun of HAH-VAH-EE (as they say)…

Love you people!!!!!

Mmmmppphhhuuuhhh!!!!

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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