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The Weather Does Not Comply

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I engaged in a twitter conversation the other day about the horrors “Frankenstorm” was expected to inflict on New York. A friend was saying, “I am really hoping you won’t come to New York, storm… but I think you won’t listen.”

Yes. People tweet these things, myself included.  It is sickness… these conversations we have with inanimate objects in a forum where said objects could never answer, even if capable. Okay, that’s debatable. As soon as the keystrokes left my fingers to complete that thought, I realized that acts of nature are in and of themselves, responses. I suppose if the power goes out as a result of the storm, it will be Frankenstorm’s way of saying, “Hello? Did you challenge me? Did you say something to me, the great and powerful Frankenstorm?”

Lil’ ole me wrote something which, now that I know the storm is happening, even as you read this (most likely), now seems quite capricious. It said something like  “I prefer to stay more positive and let my intentions be known… “you will *not* come close. You will turn back…”  I meant well, and I do believe my friend either got it, or was pissed off,  as she promptly deleted her original tweet, which as a result, deleted my reply.

The fact is, the weather does not comply. All the purposeful thinking, intentions and positive thoughts in the world will not make Mother Nature listen. We can pray, meditate, beg, and if the storm moves, we thank God (or whomever we spoke to about this dilemma). If it doesn’t, we move along quietly, wondering what we did wrong.

Calm down now. We did nothing wrong. Weather is weather people.

It’s going to blow its wind, rain its rain, shine its sun and snow its snow whenever and however it chooses. There is not a whole lot we can do about it.

Wait.

Scratch that.

We can most definitely have a teensy, tiny affect on weather by continuing the high-speed ozone layer demolition course we’ve been on for decades (maybe even a century now). That will most definitely affect whether we have heat in summer and cold in winter.

But will weather change, divert, move away from us in respect to what we want?

Let me say it once more, this time with feeling:  The Weather — Does Not — Comply.

And we should know this by now.  Why doesn’t everyone on this planet know this?

It’s hot as hell here in Santa Monica. I’m talking late 80’s and 90’s during the day. To top it off the Santa Ana winds are in full force, wreaking havoc on everyone’s allergies.  Later in the evening it turns cool and damp, which of course rings in a furious flu season.  We know this type of weather is fairly normal here, particularly in Summer. But not this late in the Fall.

Listen. I know. I can hear it now: Awe, poor you! You’ve got balmy sunshine and warm breezes! Oh boo hoo hoo!

I realize how ridiculous this entire article is, but realize I’ve just had surgery. As part of the FAT HARVESTING from my legs and the FAT GRAFTING done to my BOOBS, just after they CUT THEM UP, TRIMMED SOME SKIN AWAY and RE-SHAPED them… well, I am required to wear, what I like to refer to as my own personal pair of Spanx.  It’s not a pair of spanx, unfortunately, and it’s not very comfortable to wear, especially if it’s hot.  So cut me some slack, yo.

I’m no idiot. I realize how ridiculous my description of my personal “hell” is, while New Yorkers and millions on the northeastern seaboard are battening down the hatches, stocking up on emergency supplies and running around panic-stricken over Frankenstorm.

But still. I’m hot. And the weather will not listen! And here is a little poem I wrote to illustrate it for you:

THE WEATHER DOES NOT COMPLY

The weather does not comply.
No matter how hard we try.
It will not do as I say.
It will not do as you say.
It will not in the East. It will not in the West.
It simply won’t comply, not even at your best.
It will not in the North, and neither in the South.
It will not hear a word that comes out of your mouth.
Not in the Fall or in the Spring.
It won’t comply for anything.
It will not change its course.
Not from a car, or on a horse.
Comply it will not do.
Not even just for you.
Not when it’s hot or far too cold
Not when you’re young or when you’re old.
No matter how hard you try
The weather does not comply.

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Gotta love Dr. Suess, Sam I am and Green Eggs and Ham!  Have a fantastic weather-filled week!

Love you people!!!! Mmmpphhhuuuhhh!!!!

xoxo,

Lisa Jey Davis

aka Ms. Cheevious

Editor in [Mis] Chief

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Other articles you may enjoy from Ms. Cheevious related to Breast Cancer Awareness (or Boobs in general):

Before the Boobie Era (BBE) (On Singles Warehouse)

Lack of attention to her boyfriend spurs Lisa Jey’s creation of a new era! (Read More)

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Why I’m Glad I’m a Woman – And You Should Be Too

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. It’s great to be a chick. (READ MORE)

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We Can’t All Be Nelson Mandela

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Ms. Cheevious Note: This week, I’m happy to welcome and introduce you to Karen M. Soto. Karen is fairly new to the blogging community, but is a Ms. Cheevious Power Player to the Nth degree as you will see from her bio at the bottom of this post! Here, she’s offered her heartfelt article “We Can’t All Be Nelson Mandela.” In it she proceeds to tell us just how we can come close.

Please read, enjoy, “Share” (hit the share button and post it everywhere) and Tweet to your heart’s content about this thoughtful article. Let’s show Karen how we do things here on MsCheevious.com.

xoxo

Lisa Jey Davis, Editor in (Mis) Chief

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We cannot all be Nelson Mandela, but each and every one of us was born with specific passions and unique experiences. Think about your own life, future and possibilities.

What excites you?

What do you feel passionate about?

What is life worth living for?

What in your life is worth changing or sacrificing for?

I shared my answers below (please share yours in the comments as well):

What excites you? Motivating, empowering and providing others with the proper tools to make transformations. Being inspired by what others have created or accomplished.

What do you feel passionate about? Sharing stories of people who take action every day and make their dreams come true. “Creating” — whether through words or visual arts.

What is worth living for? The possibility of a husband and children. My current family / friends in my life. Also, people I have yet to encounter, who will have a positive impact on me (or vice versa). I may meet someone through one random conversation, and I may never truly know or see them again, but the impact could still be the same.

What in your life is worth changing or sacrificing for? My family, friends and the world are worth changing and sacrificing for  (as will my husband and children be, whenever that happens). I acknowledge there are things I have done in the past that have not worked for me. Now I can only afford to take calculated risks. My time is limited, and there is no time for fucking up. I have decided that from this day forward I cannot risk even the remote possibility of destroying my relationships or credibility / accountability in any of the projects that I am working on.

An example of change is even something as simple as health. I grew up in Ohio eating fast food everyday. People in the midwest are on the meat and potatoes diet, where potatoes are counted as a vegetable. I have been on the west coast now for eight years and realize that with all of the people I love in my life, especially my future children, that I can (or should) no longer eat selfishly, as if I am the only one that matters. I need to start thinking about how I impact others. If I can live a healthier life with a meticulous diet, exercise, and meditation, which I have control over, I can possibly prolong my life by more than a decade. I know that I feel best when I eat a primarily vegetarian and gluten / dairy free diet, with a lot of freshly squeezed vegetables. This is a change that has been challenging for me, but it is an example of one I can make.

Imagine you are at the end of your life reflecting on your past. Do you want to look back realizing you never stretched your limits, never focused on your vision? Have the courage to listen to your soul.

Some of you have been fortunate to have one passion and to be focused on it since the time you were born. For me, it took a little longer to find passion and focus.

Remember this quote of Nelson Mandela: “There is no passion to be found playing small… in settling for a life that is less than one you are capable of living…”

Although we can’t really be Nelson Mandela… we can reflect on our lives now and make changes, if necessary.

Write out and answer the questions above so your thoughts can be clear. And play big.

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ABOUT KAREN M. SOTO

Karen M, Soto is the co-founder of Modern Nerd Apparel and The Sassy Six. She is also involved within her community as a co-host of the Venice Tech Entrepreneurs and Beach Reach (Heal the Bay). As an independent contractor for small businesses, start-ups and non profits, Karen wears many hats. Her jobs entail anything from copywriting, blogging, graphic design, illustration, wordpress, social media, SeO, project management, PR, marketing, strategy, promotions to everything in between.

In the past Karen has done print and commercial work for clients such as Nike, UFC and MGM. She still occasionally picks up a modeling gig here and there when the opportunity arises. Down to play beach volleyball or talk technology, you can find her online via @KARENMSOTO /KARENMSOTO or riding her beach cruiser on L.A.’s “Westside” on the way to a local coffee shop.

MORE WAYS TO FIND KAREN

Website: www.KarenMSoto.com I  TheSassySix.com I  ModernNerdApparel.com I  TheArtistKarenSoto.com

Twitter: @KarenMSoto

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KarenMSoto

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Other articles you may enjoy from Ms. Cheevious:

My Interview Updates: Some of you know I’ve been interviewing about my recent procedures in memory of my sister and in support of Ovarian and Breast Cancer Awareness Months. Here are links for you to watch, listen, and post comments. Please do. Breast Cancer is a scourge (as is Ovarian Cancer). Let’s show we care by commenting and posting these interviews to our Facebook and Twitter, especially if we cannot give to these causes financially.  YOU actually CAN make a difference this way, and save a life:

The Best People We Know

My Blog Talk Radio Interview with my Dr. Lisa Cassileth. Go there now!

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Breast Cancer Awareness Month

My On-Camera interview with the gals from DirtyandThirty.com (this is not the link to the interview, but their website) – where we had a Geneticist from Cedars Sinai talking about the risks and stats. Watch now!

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My Life in Real Time, A.B.E.

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This past week my life became divided into two eras (think, “2000 B.C.” or if you ascribe to the other label, “2000 BCE” and “2012 A.D.”).

I chose to be defined by my most recent surgeries, and the “eras” in my life were humorously labeled Before the Boobie Era (B.B.E.) and After the Boobie Era (A.B.E.). Today I’m going to share my life in real time, A.B.E.

The era titles are all part of a master plan, of course… a Ms. Cheevious, fun way of bringing attention to October and Breast Cancer Awareness Month (and in honor of my sister Mimi Larimore, who lost her battle with Ovarian Cancer – something that is typically related, genetically).

I actually wrote/talked about the creation of these two eras, and shared a special edition comical v-log about it this week on Singles Warehouse. It was a lighthearted glimpse into my life  and a couple of reasons the two eras came to be… (that post is here and you may need it after reading this one — OY: http://www.singleswarehouse.co.uk/2012/10/before-the-boobie-era-bbe/).

But shit just got really “real” for me tonight.  I can wax Ms. Cheevious (empowered, frivolous, free-spirited) all I want, but if someone brings the shit to me, well they’re gonna’ get Ms. Cheevious with a whole boat load of Lisa J. backing her up.

Just keep reading.

Every single one of us moves through our lives in our own space and time.  We know when we feel good, fulfilled…happy, and when we do not. We set our goals in life based on the memory of those feelings and the desire to be in that good, fulfilled… happy state for ourselves, our children, our lives.  I’m talking about our persons people.  We know when we like who we are, and when we don’t. We set goals for who we want to “be” (and all that entails).

We become focused on these goals… chipping slowly away at achieving them, unrelentingly.  And along that little path, the compulsion to continue the pursuit remains, even if out of balance, while the tendency to aggrandize and justify our sometimes too-fervent efforts (as altruistic and pure … for the good of ourselves, our children and our loved ones) rises up within us at every “thought” or every “someone” who would question our uber-focus toward our goals.. desires… even our efforts. Hopefully as we move along the path, we correct any present imbalance and move back to center, still focused on the prize.

Though this path of focus and sometime achievement often provides us obstacles of either our own design, or of those we meet on the path… seldom do our movements provide a crystal clear glimpse of their affect on our loved ones.

It’s no matter if determination is our sword (as it is mine) and humor and frivolity our shield (that’s mine too).  Nothing dooms the work of the sword so fast, at least in my case, as the verbal declaration of my own son of his embarrassment at the thought of being known as the son of Ms. Cheevious. His life’s dread is for his friends to connect him to “her.”

Yes. Here the happy-go-lucky “I” was, and moving through my life, chipping away at my goals, enjoying every moment… when my adult son, who is part and parcel to the journey (one of the very reasons behind the compulsion to achieve goals, to relentlessly chip away at them for the good of “him”… of “them”), made it clear he does not want to be associated in any way with the Ms. Cheevious side of me. Something about guys and the way they think, and the fact his mom is attractive, single and in her forties, or some such story… that is all he could offer to explain. He obviously knows nothing of Ms. Cheevious…

I could spend my entire life or certainly the rest of this article analyzing this. I could die trying to make sense of why on earth a website moniker, even a persona that is rooted in LIVING LIFE POSITIVELY, having FUN, the PURSUIT OF DREAMS, the PURSUIT OF AUTHENTICITY and THE EMPOWERMENT OF WOMEN would embarrass anyone.  I could also chalk it up to insecurity… or ignorance.  That he simply doesn’t know what it’s all about, who I am or who Ms. Cheevious is. That he’s basing it purely on what he “thinks” the name means, which is ridiculous.

But I won’t do that. I’d be making his same mistake.  I don’t know the depths of his reasoning. And he has his own journey. He has to choose his own sword and shield, and if they inhibit his ability to “allow” all around him to “be” who they want to be, including me… well… I cannot help him. I can only be….well, me.

I am pretty damn good at analyzing my own shit, especially if I go deep, but I don’t ever get very far attempting to analyze anyone else’s, so I’ll spare you.  All I can do is respond, assimilate, absorb and continue.  I love both of my sons. I love all of my loved ones.  I accept them for whomever they choose to be… even if who they choose to be doesn’t allow for me, as I choose to be.

And so, it is in the here and now, in real time, that I’ll spell it out for you. This is where the shit gets real:

Dammit all, but life is not what we expect.  It doesn’t come to us in the pretty package we love, that is easy to handle and comfortable for us to “live” in.  Life comes to us with a bunch of loose tools, nuts, bolts and moving parts (some with a will of their own), and we attempt to put it all together without an instruction manual.

The fact is, I am Lisa J. Davis.  I am Ms. Cheevious. Ms. Cheevious is everything I truly am and I am everything she could ever hope to be… Fun-loving, free-spirited, thoughtful, energetic, intelligent, fearless, fierce, loving, kind, giving and MOTIVATED beyond belief.  All of these traits (and so many more) are the essence of me… and the essence of Ms. Cheevious, and what I hope for any Ms. Cheevious woman.

So, if my son (or any loved one) has deep-rooted beliefs or misunderstandings of what it means to “be” Ms. Cheevious or me, and chooses to take on a fear of association without really knowing what it means… well, that, my lovely boys and girls is truly and quite simply their choice.

That’s it? That’s where the shit gets real?

Why… yes! And that is a friggin’ EPIPHANY people!  That choice is what makes those loved ones who “they” are. And I choose to allow them to “be.” To sit with that.  I may ache for a bit over their choice, knowing there is so much more that could set them free if they only tried to see beyond their paradigm…  that there is so much more we could share and love and live together, if they only could see… I can hurt for the rejection.  But I also love them without attachment. I love my son for everything that he is, for the life he is building with his tools, nuts, bolts, willful moving parts… and with no instruction manual. I love seeing what’s coming out of his life. It thrills me, warms my heart, makes me laugh, cry and shine with pride. And I will continue to do so.

But this is my life, my friends, in real time. I am Ms. Cheevious, and I always will be.

Before the Boobie Era, After the Boobie Era, come rain, shine, sickness, surgery, health, love, loss … I am very happy in my own skin. I am glad for my life, for who I am, and I look forward to the next adventure.

Bring it… because I am sticking around…


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Now go out there and be just who you are, come hell or high water.

“Believe in Yourself & all that you are. Know there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle.” – Christian D. Larson Quote

Love you people!!!! Mmmpphhhuuuhhh!!!!

xoxo,

Lisa Jey Davis

aka Ms. Cheevious

Editor in [Mis] Chief

Before You Go:

Please post on Facebook or tweet the below statement, in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month:

SAVE.YOUR.LIFE. If relatives suffered Ovarian or Breast cancer, GET THE GENETIC SCREENING. #BRCA #BreastCancerAwareness @MsCheevious

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Other articles you may enjoy from Ms. Cheevious:

Before the Boobie Era (BBE) (On Singles Warehouse)

Lack of attention to her boyfriend spurs Lisa Jey’s creation of a new era! (Read More)

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Why I’m Glad I’m a Woman – And You Should Be Too

 

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. It’s great to be a chick. (READ MORE)

 

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The Real Boob Tube

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It’s October, so I’ll throw caution to the wind and talk GORE with a spooky tale called “THE REAL BOOB TUBE.” Though this boob tube is truly bloody, scary, and horrifying, it has absolutely nothing to do with scary films or television. Oh, and you’re going to be singing the praises of my oldest offspring by the end of this article, mark my words. Let me explain.

As I write this, I’m preparing to undergo yet another surgery in the chain of surgeries I’ve had as a result of learning of my BRCA2+ genetic mutation. If you don’t know what a BRCA+ mutation is, please go here and read the article I wrote this past week for the Huffington Post. I’m sorry, I just don’t have an explanation in me right now. The way I feel, after sitting in front of the Big Screen for most of my weekend, tweeting about clients, posting about my upcoming book, writing more of said book and yes, sharing the HuffPost article and posting important messages about Breast Cancer Awareness month etc. etc. etc. infinitum, ad nauseum, I’m plain tired of talking about it.

Suffice it to say, I’ll be under general anesthesia this Wednesday, and I’ll be doing it SANS M.C. Nugget, who, wouldn’t you know, booked a couple of GREAT television gigs over the last couple of weeks. One of them takes him to HAWAII to film an episode of Hawaii Five-O while I’m being doped up and held at knife-point.  So, though I’m pretty happy for Nuggie, I’ll be over here, while he sips Mai Thais on Waikiki.

And it’ll be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kinda surgery. We aren’t living back in 1950, when hospitals were happy to keep you for weeks for things as minor as a tonsillectomy.  If I weren’t spending my first night at a very fancy after-care hotel, I’d be going home, left to my own devices. Yeah, since our lovely insurance companies don’t care to fork over the money to nurse us back to complete health before sending us packing, my older son will come to care for me.

Stop the presses. Yes, it’s true.  I’ll be chillin’ with my chillen’ who will care for me and my bandaged boobies through the rough patches after surgery (that is, after my first night in the very fancy after-care hotel).

Poor guy.

He’s in for a shock, because something most docs don’t tell us in “detail” in regard to surgery (but since it’s October and we’re talking bloody, gooky GORE, I’m here to help) is that often patients are sent home with “drains” (big looonng-ass tubes – aforementioned “Boob Tubes” — that empty out into little pop-open “fluid collection” receptacles). They’re there to allow me to continue oozing and goozing “fluids” to my heart’s content during the initial after-shock of surgery… all from the comfort of my own home.

They did it to me last year after my double mastectomy, and they’ll do it again this year.

I warned you. It’s going to be pure, unadulterated gore over here… a real Halloween Shriek-Fest. I haven’t really warned him yet (oops).

So, while you are all chillin’ in front of your boob tubes, my chillen‘ will be drainin’ my REAL BOOB TUBES.

Fun stuff.

Before You Go:

Please post on Facebook or tweet the below statement, in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month

SAVE.THE.BOOBIES. If your relatives suffered Ovarian or Breast cancer, GET THE GENETIC SCREENING. #BRCA #BreastCancerAwareness @MsCheevious

And if you’d like, feel free to share this image on your Facebook as well:


DISCLAIMER: We do not own the copyright to Holly Madison in the above picture.

Thanks everyone. Have a great week! I’ll write something super fun and Percocet-induced next time. Wait for it.

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

xoxo

Lisa Jey Davis

aka 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 fairly confident I could write an equally flattering post on how wonderful it is to be a man; however I’m not one. It’s great to be a chick. (READ MORE)

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Where There’s a Will There’s A Way (Lisa Jey Davis Related 2 Minute Video)

Yes, you can do anything you put your mind to! In my case, it was to have my final surgery after my BRCA2 Double Mastectomy – which my insurance would not pay for. But it all worked out! You too can do ANYTHING you put your mind to! (Watch)

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Things We Enjoyed This Week: Eli Roth’s Goretorium & the Mandarin Hotel Las Vegas

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Things We Enjoyed This Week – The Week of September 23, 2012

Eli Roth’s Goretorium in Las Vegas &

The Mandarin Hotel Las Vegas

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Eli Roth’s Goretorium in Las Vegas

What it is: A 24-7, Year-Round Horror Attraction on the Las Vegas strip, right across from the Cosmopolitan

Why We Enjoyed It: Because we were flown in and provided luxurious lodging for the grand VIP opening (and by we, I mean me). That’s enough reason for us, but we also walked down the black carpet (and everyone knows that in the world of horror, black is the new red), and secured sufficient photographs and interviews for our PR client. Our thrill was probably nine tenth’s anticipation, because the place was the dream child of and concocted by Hollywood horror director and actor Eli Roth.

One Thing We Especially Liked: Baby Dolls Nightclub (on the top floor)

We especially liked it because, whew, we’d made it through the “haunt” that was a maze of gore, violence and near zombie attacks. Then voila, there we were in a nightclub, with scantilly clad women handing us free cocktails (this was, of course, because of the grand opening. You won’t get free cocktails if you go there unless you know someone, or are, in fact, Eli Roth. So, please don’t tell them we said you could.), and we could look out over the city of Las Vegas.

We were mesmerized (or horrified, I suppose) by the great wall of dead baby heads.  Yes, dead baby heads. It’s gross, it’s gory and it’s downright disgusting. But hey, Dane Cook made “Baby Punching” comedic, so what were we to expect from the masterminds of gore and horror in this, their pet project?

Another Thing We Liked: The close proximity to the Cosmopolitan Hotel, and our all-time FAVORITE giant stiletto (because, our list of favorite giant stilettos is quite long).

Goretorium is an attraction that will probably thrill most teenagers, any horror fan you know, or those looking for something completely different to do on the Vegas strip. Send them here: GORETORIUM

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The Mandarin Hotel Las Vegas

What it is: A Zen-Like Premiere, Luxury Hotel on the Vegas Strip

Why We Enjoyed It: It’s a refreshing and relaxing luxury hotel experience in Vegas ===> there is no casino… there are no loud nightclubs. The opulence of the lobbies (there are two) and the plush rooms, without the cigarette smoke or whirring, dinging sounds of slot machines nearby make you feel as though you are not in Sin City. The ambient music and atmosphere is uber relaxing. Even the turn-down service consists of rose petals, candles and pebbles by your bedside. It’s perfect for non-smoking gambling addicts, or those addicted to pampering (that’s me). It’s also a perfect retreat after a night of wild and crazy indulgences out on the strip (also me).

One Thing We Especially Liked: What’s not to like? The rooms felt like we were in the most serene of spas. The ground floor lobby accents included deep red tulips on the tables (a personal favorite).  Also the Gold Pillow Wall on the 1st Floor Lobby, and the Gold Nugget Wall on the 23rd Floor Sky Lobby.

Here are some photos:

23rd Floor Sky Lobby

23rd Floor Sky Lobby Golden Nugget Wall


Golden Pillow Wall (and red tulips) – First Floor Lobby – Mandarin Hotel Las Vegas

8th Floor Pool / Deck

A photo that looks like the room I stayed in

You can see more of this hotel in real time in Lisa Jey Davis’ related vlog post here: http://youtu.be/Qpr9asVUAxs

Visit the hotel’s website here, and if you stay there, tell them Ms. Cheevious sent you:
http://www.mandarinoriental.com/lasvegas/default.aspx

Stay tuned for more of the Things We Enjoyed This Week, and perhaps something entirely different.

Breathe…. and Enjoy Every Moment everyone.

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

xoxo,

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My Evening With Moon Unit Zappa

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Moon Unit Zappa was most famous for being the daughter of musician Frank Zappa, and became known in the 1980’s for a song she sang (or rapped?) called “Valley Girl,” from which her infamous “Oh my GAWD… Gag me with a spoon” lyric came.

Way back when I was finishing law school at Pepperdine, I was living in the basement of an adjunct professor of Law from the school who rented to students like myself. The family had a son who was about seventeen or eighteen and seemed to be a really nice kid. I didn’t know him too well, and didn’t really spend much time with the kid, because I was busy doing my own thing.

One night the kid came up to me and said, “Hey! Come with me to this party up in the hills on Friday! It’s suppose to be really cool!” I was a little hesitant, because even though he was a nice kid and all – well, you know – he was just a kid, and I was twenty-three.. an ancient, wise sage, compared to him. We didn’t really “hang out.”

He must have noticed my uncertainty because he said, “We’re going with a friend of mine Moon Zappa… Frank Zappa’s daughter, and we’ll need to pick her up. Come on!”

The second he said “Zappa,” I was in. I had listened to, tried to figure out and cracked up over songs of Frank Zappa’s like “Stink Foot,” “Excentrifugal” and “Dinah-Moe Hum,” and knew it could be a night to remember.

On Friday, the kid, another friend of his and I drove up to Mulholland or someplace up in the hills to the home of Frank Zappa.  We went up to the door and were invited in by a somewhat nice looking lady. We were sitting on the couch and Moon came out to greet us. She must have been all of fifteen. Her younger brother Dweezil was just a little kid and doing his best to annoy us (and succeeding). The same woman who answered the door asked if she could get us anything to drink, while we were all talking, and then left to get drinks.

“Is that your mom?” I asked Moon.

“Oh no. That’s our witch!” she said, matter-of-factly.

“Your witch!” I choke-laughed.

“Oh, she’s a white witch, and she’s totally cool, but yeah… she’s not our mom!” she said cheerily.

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The Zappa’s having an in-house Witch in their employ was weird-ass scary, but I still couldn’t refrain from my next questions…

“Is your dad here? Can we meet him?”

“Oh no… He’s here, but he’s in the studio recording. We can’t really disturb him.” she said.

At that, we said goodbye to the good witch and hit the road to a party in the hills. Though I was probably one of the older people there, I had a great time. We stayed really late, and had a blast sending Moon around the party guessing people’s astrological signs at our bidding.  She’d sworn she could do it and she did prove it to us — at the party, that is… among all her peers.  We were jabbing her about it, insisting she couldn’t really do it if she didn’t know someone. So, later that evening, we went to Mel’s Diner on Sunset for a bite to eat and I finally said, “Look, you aren’t going to convince us unless you pick someone who’s a complete stranger and guess them correctly.”

So, as we walked out of the parking lot, Moon approached an older couple. She very astutely explained the situation to the folks who were put off a bit, at first (I was pleasantly surprised at how astute she was for the fifteen year old that she was), but softened and laughed with her as they answered a few basic questions (like, “What do you do for a living?” etc). And then she did it. She hit the nail on the head with both of them — they were Capricorn and Pisces, if my memory serves.

We were convinced. We piled into the car and drove Ms. Moon Unit Zappa back to her home, which was overseen by the Good Witch of the hills.

And THAT, my friends, concludes the story of My Evening with Moon Unit Zappa.

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No, my lovely boys and girls… I didn’t go to law school, personally, and I did not, in fact meet or party with Ms. Zappa. But you must admit…. I have some pretty awesome friends with some incredibly great stories, don’t I?

Tune in next time for another one.

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