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Stop Your ‘Splainin’ Lucy

June 17, 2013 by MsCheevious

Yes, PLEASE, for GODSSAKES, stop your ‘splainin’ Lucy, because I’mma getting tired of picking up the pieces.

I’m talking to myself, of course. And herein lies the article in which I proclaim that while my hilarious tales of Lucille Ball-esque adventures are fun and all (for the story-telling and the reading), they’re not nearly so fun in real life.

Here’s the story …

I recently joined a new friend (someone I met at the Facebook and Twitter conference in San Francisco earlier in June), fellow blogger Melany (of MelanysGuydlines.com) and a few of her friends to celebrate her birthday in Hollywood. I don’t do Hollywood much anymore these days, since I now live at the beach. It’s a huge trek, and the parking is astronomical on a Saturday night. But alas, I needed some girl time, and was actually looking forward to hanging with Melany, so… trekky I became.

My day leading up to this was not one for the list of hallmark moments (to put it kindly). One of my sons, whom I normally love, behaved in such a way that I unleashed a scream on him that I generally reserve for — oh — let’s say plane crashes.

I decided after that to arrive early to the party (and arranged with Melany and company to do so as well for a pre-party toast)… I like Melany and all, but after the day I had, I was suddenly looking forward to a martini.

There were a number of things that destined this evening to fail for me: a) I parked too far away. I’m out of practice, and have taken on M.C. Nugget’s habit of parking a “little” further in order to save a buck. In this case it was five bucks, so I parked somewhere and started walking before I realized it was about a quarter mile. I hoofed it in heels; b) the altercation with my son put a damper on everything; and c) I’d mistaken a warm balmy day at the beach for what I thought would be a warm balmy night in Hollywood, and arrived in a halter top and no jacket. It was f-ing cold.

When my martini arrived so did the champagne Melany’s mother “phoned in” for our little group. Fun times ensued…

You’ll be proud to know that even in my darkest hour, I did not imbibe irresponsibly. I had my one martini and a few sips of Champagne. When the party decided to make a move, I was ready to call it a night. I got in their car with them, thinking their next destination, The Rainbow on Sunset, would bring me closer to my car… WRONG. The Rainbow is way past where I parked. But this is Sunset Blvd on a Saturday night people. You do not “turn a car around.” So they pulled over and I flagged a cab back to my car.

And then, I was bamboozled by a cabby.

He took me down the block, for all of five bucks (so much for my five dollar parking save), and I handed him a twenty. I was distracted, looking into the hotel lobby (think, “ooohh… pretty lights over there!”) when the cabby scoffed in a huff, pulled out five singles, and said “This is all I have” (which is BULLSHIT now that I think about it). I somehow confused what I’d just handed him and said okay, “keep one single.” And so I walked away from the cab sixteen dollars poorer.

This is where I should have cried and said “Ricky! He caught me off guard! He…. he…. he STOLE from me, RIIIICKYYYY!!!”

But instead I texted M.C. once I was back to my car and realized the fiasco that just occurred. Then I drove home in an angry “Don’t frack with me” rage. Not a great end to an already Sucky McSucklestein day.

Sorry. I know. I could have shared my tale in a light-hearted, “Oops! What a dumb blonde I was” fashion…The Lucille Ball comparisons could have remained intact, as you pictured my cartoon-esque figure dizzily bouncing around Sunset Boulevard. But alas, I’m still out sixteen dollars. It’s times like this I want to kick myself in the arse and say “FOCUS lady! FOCUS!”

Then M.C., my night in shining armor called me and said “Where do you want to meet me. I’ll buy you a drink.” My hero.

I’m now a reformed Lucy. I will never be bamboozled by a cabby again. You can COUNT on it.

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I Thought I was a Glamor-Puss

June 10, 2013 by MsCheevious

Please don’t laugh when I tell you why I *thought* I was a glamor-puss, but based on what transpired, I am faced with the harsh cold reality of “otherwise.” This is serious business.

Yesterday was a big day in my life: the day of the highly anticipated, exciting and extremely glamorous photo shoot for the cover of my book “Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood.”

Picture this: My hair long and flowing … the light on my face, a bustling film or television set in action all around me… I’m dressed to the nines and looking fine, I’m in charge, and I’m Ms. Cheevious.

That was the idea.

I strategically planned this photo shoot as if it was the next space shuttle launch. There were schematics, photos, and detailed instructions for crew and cast members (oh yes, there was a cast). I had dreams.

It’s interesting how when planning ultra-glam scenarios, I forget to account for “me” in them. True, I know how to produce. True, I know what looks good. But I’m generally directing and producing these things for other people, and enjoy the view from the sidelines. Seldom do I allow myself the luxury of participation, and there is good reason for that.

I am a klutz. I’ll just confess it now, and dispense with any future misunderstandings.

I was running around in my Ms. Cheevious stilettos, trying to make wardrobe changes in the blink of an eye, and I remember at one point thinking to myself, If I’m not careful, I’ll be pulling a Sandra Bullock here. I remembered her sexy strut in the film Miss Congeniality that ended in her tumbling to the ground, and bouncing back up. I wondered if I did fall, would I be able to bounce up like she did?

This is what goes on in here.

And NOW… I am here to tell you with great conviction that your thoughts do create your reality. I am living proof of it.

We were in the middle of a shot capitalizing on some natural light when my photographer said “If you want another dress, you’ll need to make it fast, because we’re losing this light.” So I ran, of course. More like I “Morticia’d” as fast as I could.

In four inch stilettos.

With three inch platforms.

I rounded a corner when one of my amazing-KILLER-high heels fell into a little dimple in the cement and KABLAMO! I went sailing through the air.

No schematic in the world could have orchestrated the poetry in motion that occurred in one-second flat while I lived it in slow motion. My brain was well aware of every little nuance of this symphony of catastrophe, and attempted to negotiate at every single micro-interval:

No I am NOT falling like Sandra Bullock am I!?

Yep… too late… It’s happening…

Quick save the hip! (Don’t laugh… you’ll need to save the hip one day)

Nope… the hip is GONE people!

Moving on then… Not the head… NOT the head! Anything but the head!

Shit… the head is toast.

Here is a photo from the shoot later (after the incident) that day in said stilettos, because, well, I need you to really grasp this situation. Thank god for the fabulousness that was Nicole – the makeup artist. You cannot see the Goose Egg that had formed on my head.

And here is the slightly healed-up bump on my head sans makeup (after 24 hours). It’s good I’ve got a thick Italian scull. I probably damaged the wall.

I won’t bore you with further details of the glamor-puss I really was, but here’s a hint: I gave the crew and M.C. Nugget another scare not long after the “Stiletto Crash Ballet,” when after munching down on a carrot, someone made me laugh. Then choke. Then not breathe. M.C. had to perform the Heimlich maneuver on me, until I produced something that looked this:

People like me should remember that warnings such as “Do not try this at home” are intended for them.

I will say this in my favor. After the choking incident, I hardly needed any makeup retouch at all. How cool is that?

I felt as close to Sandra Bullock from Miss Congeniality as I ever have after yesterday’s shenanigans. But alas, I am no Sandra Bullock who klutzes and flops around making fun of herself and laughing all along, still managing to bounce back up without a scratch.

Ahhh… to live the life of a real glamor-puss. One day, perhaps.

Have a fabulous week my loves! See you next time!

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Solving the World’s Problems Efficiently and in Style

May 26, 2013 by MsCheevious

While out for happy hour one evening, M.C. Nugget shared a riddle with me. The riddle goes like this:

A farmer has to get to the market with three items: a fox, a chicken and bag of corn.

To get to the market he must cross a river. But his boat will only fit himself and one item.

Knowing that if he leaves two behind, the fox will eat the chicken and the chicken will eat the corn… then how does he get himself and his three items safely across the river?

foxchickengrainpuzzle_8397 — A slight variation on the riddle…

I arrived at the answer to this Pulitzer prize-winning collection of words as I usually do after a cocktail or two: I looked at him doe-eyed, rambled on about a few things for distraction purposes, then snuggled up to him with tears in my eyes. If you know M.C. in person, you know he likes to get his laugh. This means that no matter how easy and obvious the answer to his damn riddle, he’ll give up the answer because, well… He must have closure.

So without further ado.. here is the answer that will solve all the problems of the universe:

The farmer takes the chicken over first, leaving the fox and bag of corn behind.

He goes back and gets the fox.

When he returns to the far bank, he leaves the fox, but puts the chicken back in the boat and takes it with him.

Back at his first bank, he puts the chicken on the bank, and the corn in the boat and takes that to the other side.

He then returns to the first bank, grabs the chicken, sails back to his final destination (the other side) and voila! All three are on the other side safely.

Yep. That’s super-human feats of efficiency for ya’ folks. FOUR damn round trips.

When M.C. gave me this earth-shattering answer, I looked at him in disbelief.

“FOUR trips? Are you kidding me?” I said.

“Look,” I half-slurred, “Here’s how I’m going to tell this riddle.”

In my riddle, I would not be a farmer. I’d be me… Ms. Cheevious. The chicken would have a magic ability to lay golden eggs (but of course) for just one week (Otherwise, why would I get rid of it at all?). I would then sell the chicken for a lifetime supply of vodka (I’d had two cocktails when I came up with this. What can I tell you, other than I am a light weight?). I would trade the fox for a beautiful faux fur (because, one can never be too glamorous… but we must also be kind to our furry friends),

and I would trade the corn for a party size platter of Chocolate Lasagna (yes, this is a real thing).

Then I would get to the other side in only THREE trips, and host the best damn party EVER.

By the end I would still have my lifetime supply of vodka and my glamorous fur. Problem solved. What was the problem again?

This is why any responsible person would say “happy hour is over, lady.” But my dears, there is a moral to the story. With a little ingenuity, chocolate and vodka can solve just about anything! If you’re extra brilliant, you’ll solve the world’s problems more efficiently, and in style.

Am I right?

Don’t answer that.

I have to take a nap now.

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Happy Cinco de Nuggie aka Celebrate Your Loved Ones

May 5, 2013 by MsCheevious

Happy Cinco de Nuggie! aka Celebrate Your Loved Ones!

Today M.C. Nugget and I are celebrating his birthday. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. Every May 5th, all those who love Nuggie commune together to rejoice over his birthday… a tradition that has gone back… well…. decades.

So on this day when I’m running around like a chicken (pun intended) with my head cut off to ready the beach palace for a morning toast with friends, I’d like to remind you of a little something everyone should know about Cinco de Nuggie:

Contrary to Cinco de Nuggie’s counterpart Cinco de Mayo (only a counterpart because it is celebrated on the same day) — which commemorates the victory of the Mexican Militia over the French Army at The Battle Of Puebla, in the Franco-Mexican War of 1862… and though many confuse Cinco de Mayo to be Mexico’s Independence Day – it is not (that is on September 16th)… Cinco de Nuggie is a celebration of Independence. It commemorates the great “labor” dispute which took place in a hospital many years ago (not too many, mind you), when M.C. Nugget fought and was victorious in his Battle for In-Utero Independence. For this we all celebrate and are eternally grateful.

All kidding aside, I actually celebrate (the case could be made that I monumentalize) the birthdays… or any special days in my loved ones lives. These days in their lives are the few occasions that can stop time in my world. All work is shoved to the back burner, other commitments delayed or postponed. It’s because I love them TONS certainly, but the special days also provide me a vital creative outlet… and I mean vital as in “you better not try to take my ceremony or festive concoction away from me… I’ll cut you” vital. I think I’ve established in the first few paragraphs here just how “creative” I can be. My poor kids… think of their pain.

All that aside, Nuggie and I have a full, fun day of his design planned, actually. We’ll be toasting with friends, walking to brunch on Main Street in Santa Monica, and then carousing among the drunken strangers celebrating his rival holiday, Cinco de Mayo. He’s a team player however, so he’s donning a sombrero.

Have a beautiful day and week you lovely men and women. Remember: CELEBRATE your loved ones with fervor. They are what make our lives worth every single moment.

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Remember How to Be a Kid – Everyday

March 31, 2013 by MsCheevious

It may seem a bit late, but in celebration of Easter, I’d like to help you remember how to be a kid. Read on, because this is valuable stuff… all the time.

One of my mantras in life is

I MUST REMEMBER HOW TO BE A KID – EVERYDAY

…let alone the holidays…

My kids are grown up now. The youngest is almost 18, which means he doesn’t “do” the Easter Basket thing. Any celebration of Easter in his world (at least in the child-like, Easter Bunny kinda way) comes from me, from a distance (he lives with his dad out of state).

Damn straight, I send him goodies for Easter. I give goodies to all my loves… my youngest son, my oldest son, and my man, M.C.

Poor M.C.

As sweet as it may sound to “bless” all my loves with goodies on the holidays, my gifts come at a price. Anyone close enough to me to receive something must be able to relive their childhood (over and over) and participate in every kind of childish game I happen to think of and spring on them.

Which leads me to the moral of the story:

Life is too short to take everything seriously. It’s spring…the season of renewal, forgiveness, redemption and joy. Enjoy life. Meditate, read, sing, speak, dance, eat…but ENJOY your life. Do what makes you happy.

Try to remember the joy and sheer delight you experienced as a child when gifts awaited you, or you were surprised by fabulous treats. Be that. Be surprised and joyful about life. Look for the moments and seize them. Who cares what people think? Right?

So, this morning, I laid out a trail of chocolate for M.C. Nugget. Before he could have his first cup of coffee, he was required to find all of the treats. The chocolates from the bedroom door to his desk led to his first card and a chocolate Easter Bunny. Next on the trail, Easter egg Jordan Almonds… and then to the Piece de Resistance, the final card along with his protégé, Ernie Hamster (we’re working on a suitable rap handle), who was ready to perform his new single “Here a Chick There a Chick”

It may prove impossible for you to decipher his earth-shattering lyrics in the video below, so I’ve provided them here:

Here a chick here… Imma Imma a chick there…
Here a chick, there a chick, everywhere a chick chick.

If you’re talkin’ bout chicks yo, I GOT GAME!
Hidden my eggs, yo I find MANY!
Find my Easter basket, walk out the DOOR
Chillin’s all around me now, that’s for SHOR!
Easter Bunny, yeah HE GOT GAME
But I’m an Easter Chick… Headin’ for FAME!

Imma chick here… Imma Imma chick there…
Here a chick there a chick, everywhere a chick CHICK.

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Monday is April Fools Day in 2013. If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll be in for a treat. A fun #AprilFools tweet, that is, every hour on the hour until 10PM.

Have a wonderfully childish and carefree week my loves!

Love you people!!!! Mmmmmppphhhuuuhhh!!!

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Enough Whiny Snow Talk

February 10, 2013 by MsCheevious

I was inspired to write this post, because of all the snow talk… talk of the record-breaking blizzards and snow storms that hit the Northeast here in the U.S. over the past few days.

Do you recall last winter (remember, back in 2011 and 2012?), how people seemed astonished by how mild the weather was? The entire country was convinced that there was truth to the global warming thing, because it seemed that none of the ski areas had good snow. Some never even opened. In the entire country.

That’s a huge landscape people.

People whined and complained about it. I always listen in disbelief when people talk about the winter being too warm. When I was a kid, I was out sunbathing in sixty degree weather. I lived for “warm.” But complaining about a mild winter? That’s risky. I love how the blogger Dooce stated that she wanted to butt into those conversations with a can of mace:

“Because the Universe? It is always listening. And it’s like, oh? Really? You want snow? YOU JUST WAIT. Because this winter I’m going to pin you down and shove snow down your maw so hard you that are going to poop ice through Labor Day.

The Universe was so not kidding. In fact, the Universe is Tony Soprano.”

M.C. Nugget (my beau) and I were guilty of this very same whining and complaining last year ourselves. We weren’t thrilled with the mere pittance of snowfall received at Mammoth Ski Area, because it was the one and only place in years that either one of us had relented and actually bought and paid for a season pass. So, in a sense, we had every right to complain. We had a vested interest, and the great Mountain did not deliver.

But I gotta tell you something. Here in Southern California, it was only a few short weeks ago we were shocked and awed by our 85 degree summer-like weather. We’d just gotten a few weeks past the news of the East coast Hurricane Sandy horrors, and still, things here grew warmer and balmier.

People were talking about it, and loving life here on the sunny left coast. I overheard someone saying how they remembered Januaries here as always experiencing a bit of a heat wave. I don’t have a recollection of it being the case every year, but eh? What did I care? It was warm and yummy out. That was good enough for me. I nodded and smiled.

Then over the course of the next few weeks our warm balmy weather started to turn cloudy, foggy, rainy. What was happening? I tried to ignore it. I thought surely it was a freak of nature and our warm balmy breezes would soon return. No. We had some ups and downs. It would get warm, and then it was like the universe was having a wicked, amusement with us, wringing it’s hands “Mwahahaha…” It was warm, then cold. Sunny, then foggy. Warm again for a few days last week, and our hopes were kindled. We breathed out in relief.

But then it happened. No sooner did the weather forecasters warn of dangerous blizzards, record-breaking temperatures and snow falls on the East coast, that we here in Santa Monica started to feel the chill in the air again too. The wind and rain and chill grew more intense.

As I put on my Uggs, and pull my puffy coat back out of the crevice in the closet reserved for forgotten winter gear to run a quick errand, I’m a little miffed. NO. I’m EXTREMELY MIFFED. I’m kinda tired of hearing about your snow problems. First it’s “There isn’t enough snow! wah wah wah”… then it’s “OH NO… THERE IS TOO MUCH SNOW.” Which is it people?

Someone took my SUNSHINE, for goddsakes. That is just wrong. And I think the East coast is to blame. The record breaking cold temperatures, snowfall and dangerous blizzards probably caused some kind of planetary shift in weather patterns… so it’s bye bye warm and sunny, hello gooey, dewy, drizzly, foggy schmutzy weather.

So, there shall be no more whining about your sad snow. There has been quite enough whiny snow talk. Boo hoo hoo… you’re too cold? Well so am I. So stop your whining, UNKAY? I want my Indian Summer back! If you’d like to appease me or set my mind at ease, you could send me some Irish Whiskey or something to warm me up. That might help.

Now I think I better go out for a walk on the cool, brisk beach.

Love you people!!!! Mmmmmpppphhhuuuhhhh!!!

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Which leads me to the moral of the story:

Life is too short to take everything seriously. It’s spring…the season of renewal, forgiveness, redemption and joy. Enjoy life. Meditate, read, sing, speak, dance, eat…but ENJOY your life. Do what makes you happy.

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I MUST REMEMBER HOW TO BE A KID – EVERYDAY

Which leads me to the moral of the story:

Life is too short to take everything seriously. It’s spring…the season of renewal, forgiveness, redemption and joy. Enjoy life. Meditate, read, sing, speak, dance, eat…but ENJOY your life. Do what makes you happy.

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