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Lessons Learned While Conquering the World: #2 How To Deliver Kids That Don’t Suck

August 19, 2012 by MsCheevious

I sat down at the end of week-one of my glorious vacation to Manchester By the Sea, MA, just 30 miles North of Boston (visiting the family of M.C. Nugget), to write this quick article.

After promising to encourage you to BE the person you would want your kids to be (or something along those lines – as a follow up to “Lessons Learned While Conquering the World: #1 Overcommitting is a Bitch“), I serendipitously read a post on Huffington Post Parents – an interview with psychologist Madeline Levine, author of the book everyone is buzzing about, “Teach Your Children Well: Parenting for Authentic Success.” Funny.  It must be in the ether out there – this concern about raising good, smart, well-adjusted kids.

I know what I promised, but I’ve decided to shorten the point.  How about “How to deliver kids to this world that don’t suck?”

You singles without kids — Don’t run away too quickly.  Because turning out a generation that won’t enter movie theaters with an arsenal of weapons intending to kill everyone in its path (or at best, steal, lie and cheat…) is apparently a job for the entire community, because it ain’t happening through their parents. And accomplishing something TRULY radical, like maybe raising responsible, smart, successful, well-adjusted kids… and hell, how about kids who end up as fun-to-be-around adults for a change?  That’s even more on us.  Yep, US.  That means you and me.

Why us?  Because most parents are failing miserably, far and wide. They aren’t even trying to be parents.  They’re trying to be best friends to their kids.  What’s worse is they aren’t even succeeding at that.  At best, they are the most unpopular friend in their kids’ circle of friends. They’re the one that gets picked on and hazed by their spoiled kids and his or her spoiled friends.

Oops. Now I’ve gone and offended a whole slew of people. Probably most people. Because, as I said – most parents today suck at parenting.

Now, before you get all twisted inside and write me hate mail, or provide me a laundry list of all of the things you do right for your kids – let me qualify this by saying, you are probably the exception.  And I mean that.  Which means that your kids are the exception as well. So, in your case, this article is merely going to serve as robust ammunition for you, when a rock is thrown through your front window by someone else’s lousy kids, who were all the while laughing, not at all afraid of repercussion from you… (I swear, it’s the stuff psycho-thiller flicks are made of. Where the “good” parent blows a gasket, punishing and torturing all the horrible kids to a cheering theatre audience). Then you can bring up how these other parents are failing their kids, themselves and society as a whole.

Also, I am not talking about mentally challenged kids or parents, or all of the rare instances and situations that are the exception to what I’m saying.  You know who I’m writing about here. You all know parents who suck. They can’t control their kids, they don’t do anything to teach their kids right from wrong, and sometimes they even justify their kids’ wrong-doing, because they want their kids to “discover” what’s right or wrong “for them.” Whatever the hell that means. God forbid they establish and hold them to any “rules.” As if anything in life ever required anyone to follow “rules!”

So much for writing a quick article.  Let me speed things along here.

Hang onto your hats, because earth-shattering points are not easily made in short, succinct posts. But I’m pretty good. I’ll make it happen. Pay attention. This is going to be quick. I’m going to ROCK YOUR WORLD with just TWO things sucky parents can do to insure that their little darling Suzy won’t end up in the state women’s correctional institution.

Though my kids are still growing, and the jury is still out on how they’ll turn out, I’ve learned some things along the way, while conquering this great world of ours. Trust me.  I battle these things every day with my own kids, their own role models and step-parents, and I evaluate my own actions constantly to be sure I’m not a sucky parent as well.

Here they are:

1. MAN (OR WOMAN) UP

You are the boss. They are the underling. End of story. What you say goes. You are not perfect, you may not even be right, but you are the BOSS. You have earned your right to make mistakes, even if they don’t like it or it doesn’t sound “fair.” It is not a democracy.  You were not voted into this office. They have an issue with you being in office?  Tell them to talk to the great GENE POOL in the sky, because you didn’t ask for them to show up and stage a mutiny either.  Tough Toast kiddos.

This doesn’t mean you lousy parents can lay down martial law and go all NUTSO up in your kids’ faces.  I’m not talking abuse here. You have to figure out a balance, and be sure to temper yourself with what’s “RIGHT.” And you’ll need the next step to help you out.

2. DO WHAT YOU SAY (Otherwise known as DO UNTO OTHERS baby)

If you’ve ever been a lousy parent (at any moment of any day), you’ve probably said this all-to-familiar line (or heard it when your own parents were being lousy): Do as I say, NOT as I do.

Now how the HELL is THAT going to work? As asinine it sounds, lousy parents around the globe actually tell their kids to behave in ways they don’t even attempt to exemplify.  “Don’t lie”… (it’s not lying if I really must miss work), “Don’t cheat” (unless of course I could win ALOT of money), “Don’t steal” (it’s really just borrowing.. my sister never uses that),  the list goes on.

FAILURE-LOSER parents don’t brush their teeth every single day and night, don’t wash their hands before meals, and after every bathroom use, don’t take the grocery cart back to the rack in the parking lot, and don’t refrain from gossiping about other adults behind their backs, all the while telling their kids to do those very things.

Hey – we all screw those things up!  But sucky parents screw up and pretend they didn’t or make excuses for themselves, telling their kids to do the right thing without fail. You non-parents are no angels here either.  Hey, my son who’s under eighteen lives out of state with his dad.  I get it.  We are use to living single, child-free lives.  We expect kids to be sweet and respectful to everyone, then make exceptions and excuses for ourselves when we curse like sailors in traffic, or at the mall parking lot… or really, anytime it’s convenient (the excuses part, people… not the cussing part… although I do that whenever it’s convenient too).

The point is – If you do what you SAY, you’ll be a better person. PERIOD. The kids in your life will be better too.

If you screw up, admit it, address it, apologize, and move forward and make an effort to DO WHAT YOU SAY the next time.  Is it really that difficult?

I’m done. Go forth and change the kids of the world, already, would you?

Love you people!!!! Mmmmppphhhuuuuhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

Editor in (Mis) Chief

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Filed Under: Kids, Motherhood, Parenting, Single Moms, Uncategorized, Womens Issues Tagged With: Huffington Post, Madeline Levine, Parenting for Authentic Success, Psychologist, Teach Your Children Well

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

July 1, 2012 by Marrie Lobel

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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Remembering…

May 27, 2012 by MsCheevious

Before you dive in, let me first say, this article is not about our wonderful troops – incredible as they are, and so worthy of remembering and honoring.  This post will aim to go much deeper, and hopefully turn your eyes, your mind and your heart toward home — toward the people you’ve lost or simply lost touch with, whether they’ve served our country or not.  It will make an effort to turn your thoughts toward connections, which, though sometimes cut off or broken, should never be forgotten.

That said, let’s not forget on this Memorial Day in the United States, why it was was established in the first place: as a special day to remember those who’ve died in our nation’s service.

One can sense the lack of enthusiasm for this as you travel west from the cradle of our nation’s birth (near Boston), and continue as far as the land of the Wild Wild West and the Cradle of our Nation’s Gold Rush. It seems that if a person has grown up in a state that lacks the monuments for the Revolutionary War or the Civil War history, they’re less likely to feel a deep sense of tradition or responsibility to acknowledge those who were tortured, shredded by shrapnel or torn by explosions while serving our country. Even though many did this out of passion for a belief, and to accomplish what they truly felt was DAMN RIGHT on behalf of our country and our people, it’s not something people truly remember or feel something for these days.

I’m not sure WHAT it takes to rally the passions (and actions to back it up) among us these days.  And if you point me to Occupy Wallstreet I will hurl.

Also, if you ask people to participate in your reality or comedy series, or a flash mob you’ve got game.  Talk to them about devoting their life to ANYTHING and you lose them before you can squeak out “devo…”

I’m sure this doesn’t apply to everyone, but it’s prevalent.  Why do you think Occupy Wallstreet was met with such mixed response?  Scratch that.  Don’t answer that. We’re not going there today. Let’s get back to the crux of this piece…

This article is about you and me.  It’s about the connections we’ve made with very important people in our lives, or along the way in our journeys.  It’s about not allowing those memories of people who impacted us to simply sit or fade away.

I love Memorial Day for the depth it can carry. While many people in the U.S. are grilling, socializing and reveling in the fun of the long holiday weekend, I think it is also important to realize the reason we are on holiday.

This Memorial Day I wish to remember people I call heroes in my world.

1) My dad, otherwise known as Orville Joe Sherwood, or Papa Joe to his grandkids is my hero.  He is first here on the list because though he didn’t die in our nation’s service, he served for a full lifetime as an enlisted man, and left the Navy as Chief Petty Officer when he retired.  He is a hero because he was the net that surrounded and supported my mom and kept all eleven of us kids in line when we needed it most. I miss him when I see things happen now in our family that should never happen. I have to ask if he’d been around longer than his short 65 years, would things be different?  Though I’m not sure, I seem to think so.  He is a HERO to me and all of my family, as well as many of his best friends who remembered him well throughout his life.  He was the happy-go-lucky man who was a wonderful compliment to his wife – my mom. My dad smoked cigarettes, and suffered for years through Emphysema and heart disease before he was killed by a cancer none of us knew even existed.  He passed away in March of 1988.

2) My mother Nereide Francis Padalino Sherwood is my hero, God bless the woman.  She (like dad) was raised during the Great Depression in a single parent home. This made for one TOUGH woman. But she held to the love of her life – the Catholic Church – with all its rules and regulations, and despite the trends of the day, kept getting pregnant and HAVING all those kids. THANK GOD, because I am number TEN of ELEVEN kids she had.  I’m sure she THANKED GOD as well, because I was her favorite. Yep.  I said that. But the thing that makes my mom a hero is her attitude.  My mom was the one who made all of us feel as though we could and WOULD accomplish anything we put our minds to. If we wanted something all we needed to do was work toward it to make it happen. There was never a question in her mind, and subsequently in my mind. She is also the one who laughed at herself and at life.  She taught us to laugh at the same things. So of course, we all laughed at her, and then, yes, we laughed at ourselves. A classic line my mom is remembered for, which busted up (for some, to the point of tears), all who were present: “Ohhhh!  What a BONER!”  She MEANT to say ‘what a bummer’, and we knew it but we CRACKED up and never let her live it down. She laughed at herself then too. She was Lucille Ball incarnate, and I like to think that I follow in her footsteps in that regard.  It’s my badge of honor.

3) My beautiful, vibrant and larger than life sister Mimi – or Mary Louise Sherwood Larimore (also known as Maven in Ms. Cheevious-land). She was the sister who was closest in age to me, so of course she is my hero. Had she never come home from shopping with her girlfriends in eighth grade, having spent her allowance to buy me a Donny Osmond album, it wouldn’t have mattered. I idolized her anyway. But she did that, and I was forever in awe. On top of her good heart and incredibly hilarious wit, she was the one in the family who could cut through all the bullshit and called a spade a spade. PERIOD. No harm, no foul. If you heard the wrath of Mimi it was because you probably deserved it.  On the flip side, if she unleashed on you in error she was the first to inform everyone she’d made the error and ask for forgiveness. She was REAL, FUNNY, BOLD and COURAGEOUS. She took each of those intense qualities with her to the grave when she lost her 7 year battle with Ovarian Cancer. She is my all-time hero. I loved her and the wound is still open and raw, but I remember her and I never want to forget.

Mimi Sherwood Larimore - a.k.a. Maven

Who is it for you? Who are the people in your world who you’d like to remember? Perhaps it’s someone who is still alive, but you’ve lost touch.  Whatever the case, I encourage you to spend a few minutes on this Memorial Day to put some thought and purpose into the holiday – after you’ve had your fun, if necessary. It is so important to remember those people that have elicited change or at minimum, thoughtfulness in our lives.  It is the ultimate show of respect to think of them today, and if they are alive, perhaps even let them know you thought of them in such a way.

Enjoy your day everyone!  Tune in next time for something truly amazing.

Love you people!!!!! Mmmmppphhhuuuhhhh!!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Filed Under: Death and Dying, Family, Friends, Holidays, Kids, Living Life, Meditation, Motherhood, Single Moms, Uncategorized Tagged With: Boston, Civil War, Gold Rush, Memorial Day, Occupy Wall Street, Remember, Remembering, Remembrance, Revolutionary War, Wild West

10 Things Girls Secretly Wish About Guys

May 16, 2012 by MsCheevious

I received some interesting comments in response to my article “10 Things Guys Secretly Wish About Women” here on my site, on Facebook and via personal emails.

It was a fun post to write. I really wanted to explore the subject because I feel as though women tend to believe (and promote) ridiculous notions about themselves. It is tiring and embarrassing being held accountable by men for ideas floating around (which sound good initially, but end up falling flat) like ‘women should “become” successful or fashionable or fit, because that is what a man wants’, or even worse, that certain behaviors are okay because we are – well, female – for goddsakes. Not true. Clinginess or nagging is unattractive no matter what sex organs you possess. Yes, there are certain things we can do to rock our partner’s world. The article definitely addressed some of those things (like supporting their passions, even if it involves watching, listening or sacrificing our date night to sports almost every day of the week). Reminder. It wasn’t a list of MUSTS – just what guys secretly wish. Likewise, this is not a MUST-DO list for guys. Guys can take it or leave it with no judgment whatsoever. They may never get lucky again, but hey – it’s their prerogative.

In all fairness, however, women deserve equal time.  I covered things for the guys, so by-god my girls and I get our day in Ms. Cheevious-land too.  Plus, some of you wrote and asked me to do it.

One of the things that crossed my mind when I decided to write about this was “are you friggin’ KIDDING? Women? The list could be endless!”

I admit I think we are a little whacky and our wishes about guys are all over the map.  With men, whittling it down to ten things seemed pretty easy – and I probably covered it pretty thoroughly. They’re pretty simple human beings.  Food, sex, laughs, eye candy and activities they enjoy (reading, athletic, channel surfing – choose the poison) are probably about it for them. Not so for women.  A quick Google search of the things women wish about guys delivered 579 million results.  That’s the actual number people.  One such result was a Facebook page dedicated to the 257 Things a Girl Wished a Guy Knew.  Wow. I wouldn’t want to be a guy.

If you haven’t noticed yet, WE’RE VERY DIFFERENT.

Female_Male_SymbolsThere are some really important differences between men and women (aside from the obvious) that make it truly impossible for me to list ALL the things women wish about men in this article.

EMOTIONS. We women are complex creatures who are not only willing to allow emotions a place of prominence in our decision making processes, we are  hardwired to do so (hormones, cycles, etc). Most men (not all, of course) are simple individuals (see above).  They know what they want and need, and they try to make that happen.  Simple.

BRAINS. Women think differently than men. We access our left and right brains simultaneously. Men use one side at a time. This benefits us often (we’re amazing multi-taskers), but it can backfire as well.  If, for instance, we are compelled by logic (left brain) NOT to text or call the guy — AGAIN — often (at the very same time) the right brain in all its creativity and imagination (fueled by those ooey-gooey, yummy emotions) offers up just as compelling an argument to do so, i.e. ‘but I really like him.. and…[imagining] wouldn’t we make such a cute couple? If I show him how cute I am, he’s bound to see how cute we would be together. I’ll text him this cute picture right now…”

BODIES. Our bodies are different, and have different needs. We possess extremely complex, multi-layered va-jay-jays (and our not-so-complex, but equally tantalizing ta-tas). Men have some pretty basic elements to their physiques – a penis and its – ehem – cohorts.  Once you’ve explored every nook and cranny, there AIN’T much else to discover.  But no one knows or holds the keys to the kingdom when it comes to every undiscovered secret of the great female organ. Not even the woman possessing it. So then, why would anyone expect that from any man (who simply wants food, sex, laughs and enjoyable activities)?

I could go on, but I think you get my point.

Still, in the name of equality, and in an effort to be just as thorough for my girls, I’m diving in.  LORD help me.

1. TREAT ME SPECIAL NO MATTER WHO IS AROUND (DON’T TREAT ME DIFFERENTLY WHEN YOU”RE AROUND YOUR FRIENDS). That’s just weak.  Be good to me.  Period. Not too difficult. Don’t disrespect me. If you need guy time, I get it. Just don’t treat me like one of your locker room buddies when they are around (insults, jabs and wise-cracks about bodily functions included) and expect me to crawl all over you later that evening.

2. DON’T BE A JEALOUS  OR POSSESSIVE NANCY. That’s even weaker.  Be confident in yourself and in our relationship, no matter how gorgeous you think I am (and thank you, by the way, but it’s not a threat to you), or how scandalous and untrustworthy other guys may be.

3. DON’T BE A SLOBBOVIAN WHEN YOU GROOM YOURSELF. You did NOT just clip your nose hairs and leave it in the sink, did you?  Puh-leeez.  I am not your maid, or your mom.  I love seeing you when you’re well groomed (translation: when you look and smell clean and are the HOT guy I am attracted to).  I don’t want to know (or see or smell) how it happened, especially when it’s etched into the grout.

4. IF YOU ASK FOR DIRECTIONS WE WILL LOVE YOU MORE. You might even get a little extra somethin’ somethin’. This one requires no further explanation. Just ask, for goddsakes.

5. SUPPORT MY PASSIONS. Just as I watch and try to enjoy – or fake it  –  your sports, your dune buggies, motorcycles, model airplanes, etc… at least on occasion, I want you to do the same for my shows, my occasional trip to the mall, antiquing…. even daisy picking.    Yep…once more… with feeling.  The “Real Housewives,” “The Bachelor,” “Grey’s Anatomy,” “Revenge,” are all now part of the deal. And those daisies won’t pick themselves. But seriously men, if we agree to extend each other a hall pass for such activities, well, at least smile and act excited for us as we head out the door to our next chick flick.  When we see you next, maybe even ask about it, and try to act interested.  Don’t let your eyes glaze over.  Hopefully in return we’ll do the same while you’re on your way to hang out with the guys at the Sports Bar all day on a Sunday, or when you launch into a ten minute diatribe on the NFL draft and the doom of the first-round draft pick’s career.

Shopping is done

6. CELEBRATE MY SUCCESSES WITH ME. Don’t be threatened, even if you are out of work. My good fortune is your good fortune.  We’re a team.  If that means you are on Windex or Pledge duty, well, I’ll cheer you on too.  I’ll be that support you need, but don’t ruin things by handling my good fortune badly.

 

7. CUDDLE AND TOUCH ME MORE. I’m not saying it has to be all the time.  But geez, how about once in a while?  Maybe after a hard day, while we watch TV, anytime the time is right… caress my cheek… stroke my hair… squeeze my arm gently… hug me…  put your hand on my leg when we sit next to each other…  Once in a while will do.  Just do it.

 

8. MS. VA-JAY-JAY LIKES “SPECIAL” ATTENTION AS MUCH OR MORE THAN MR. WINKY. Because I am built so that you can please me in a multiplicity of ways, I don’t complain when I don’t get that specific attention.  Just don’t make it rare or never.  NOT ACCEPTABLE. Not only that, sometimes we actually want, or NEED to have that full-throttle orgasm that just won’t happen by the traditional means.  You may have to get creative yourself Mister.

9. SURPRISE ME. Let me know you are thinking of me when I’m not around. Buy me some flowers or do something as a token of your affection… at work or at home… in a restaurant — For no apparent reason.

Whistle While You Mop

10. BE MY MAN. And all that entails.  Chivalry is not dead, and contrary to popular belief – I still like it. I am strong, intelligent, independent and an incredible success story in my own right. I’m not looking for a knight in shining armor, necessarily, but if you want to walk on the street side of the sidewalk, and open the door for me, I won’t mind.  I would also greatly appreciate and probably become your love slave, should you find occasion to defend my honor, and do so.  I’m just sayin’.  I don’t need a man to rescue me, but I do appreciate him showing that he can, that he cares  and that he is willing, should he see the opportunity.

So there you have it. I did say there was no way on EARTH to cover everything, didn’t I?

Check in next time for something frivolous and delicious.  I’ll be over here conjuring it up…

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

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Silly Fights, Independence and a Damn Sandwich

April 18, 2012 by Liz

Liz writes for We Love Dates, a worldwide online dating site and dating advice blog.

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My boyfriend and I got into a huge fight at Subway the other day. Just writing that sentence annoys me on so many different levels. 1) I don’t even like Subway and we just stopped in because he was getting hungry and 2) I don’t want to be a couple who fights (in public!) about a damn sandwich. Like literally-this isn’t a deep metaphor here people-we were sharing a footlong and he wanted cheese, I didn’t…quite the controversy that resulted in me crying in the car on the way home.

Not my brightest moment.

Because I over analyze everything like it’s my job, I kept thinking about World War Subway well after we had kissed, boned and made-up. While some fights are just silly and insignificant, and aren’t worth a second thought, I had a stinking suspicion that there was more to the story than a piece of cheese. I was right.

I am madly in love with my boyfriend. I won’t bore you, but he’s fucking fantastic. I knew he was the one the moment I laid eyes on him on our first online date, and we’ve been together ever since. We’ve traveled the world together and are in the process of buying our first home. We’re a team…a unit. If we were super lame, we’d have a “couple” name, ala “Bennifer.” You can’t have one without the other, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’ve always been fiercely independent though. Growing up as a twin, I had to fight everyday to set myself apart from my (fabulous) sister. I didn’t like being bound together, identity wise, with someone else. I wanted to stand on my own two feet and be my own person. That fighting spirit, and fear of losing my identity has stayed with me into adulthood.

Being in a long term, serious relationship has shifted my identity and admittedly, I was having a difficult time shifting my mindset along with it. In the days and weeks leading up to the fight, I knew I was feeling like I was losing myself, just a bit, and a part of me was hanging on tight, kicking and screaming to my independence. So as silly as it is, when my boyfriend ordered one sandwich for us to share, I freaked out.

“What about MY needs and wants?”
“What if I want my OWN?”
“What if for once, I just don’t want to share?”

Crickets…I told you it wasn’t my brightest moment. I’m pretty sure my boyfriend thought he was being Punk’d.

The thing is though, had the fight not happened, I’d be typing this blog post from an entirely different place. I’d probably still be clinging to my independence in the wrong ways, and building up resentment towards a guy who has made it his life’s mission to make me happy. Instead, because it was so unlike me to fly off the handle like that, I’ve been able to do a bit of self reflection and am now able to nurture those independent parts of me that make me, me. I’ve been able to put my big girl pants on and communicate to my boyfriend how I feel like my own personal spark is being a bit stifled, and together, we are working on finding ways to light it back up again.

Yes. Together. Because at the end of the day, subway freak-outs or not, I don’t want to be someone who doesn’t need anyone. I don’t want to be so married to my independence that I won’t let someone share my life. Or my sandwich.

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That’s it my lovelies!  Do us all a favor would you?  Welcome Ms. Liz to the fold, and post lots and lots of comments telling her how wonderful she is!  Stay tuned next week for a post about something very juicy (that burger image made me hungry – rawrrr).

Love you people!!!!! Mmmmmphhhhuuuhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

Filed Under: Dating, Relationships, Sheer Utter Silliness, Single Life, Single Moms, Single Women, Stress, Uncategorized Tagged With: Fighting, Subway

A Year in Review From the Mind of The Nugget

February 7, 2012 by MsCheevious

Stick with me for a MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT at the end of this post!

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What can I say?  My beau knows how to entertain.  Yep.  M.C. Nugget isn’t a newbie. He threw this video together with some never-before-seen footage, memories and other clips from 2012.  It’s pretty funny, especially if you’ve been following along all year — though your involvement with me and this blog in the last year isn’t necessary for you to enjoy it.  You’ll get it.

I’ve included it here, for your pleasure.  If you want to see his version, well, it’s on his YouTube Channel.  The version I’m sharing here is very close to his, but includes a brief intro, by MOI.

If you are a newbie to Ms. Cheevious, know this before diving in:  M.C. Nugget is the alias for my boyfriend.  He was previously called Fred the Wonder Chicken, until he decided he wanted a new alias.  Both “Nuggie” and FWC have their own action figures, and yes, they are Chicken action figures (the actual toy Chicken kind, not the “scaredy cat” variety).  Trust me.  You’ll get it when you watch.

Without further adieu.  Watch, laugh and enjoy…

Again, if your browser or email does not display the video above, click here or copy/paste this URL into a browser window: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTH4jG6_0e4&list=UUhKHsXXs7Hy-rA1hi-sz2Uw&index=1&feature=plcp

And Here is My MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT:

The episode of The Doctors with me and Dr. Lisa Cassileth is set to air on Monday, February 13, 2012! (Check your local listings to know channel and times).  Set your DVRs, VCRs or whatever you need to do, but watch it please!

Then, go to their website www.thedoctorstv.com and let them know how much you loved it!  Will you?

That’s it for now! Enjoy the rest of your week, and DON’T FORGET TO TUNE IN TO MY EPISODE!

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

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Filed Under: Chicky Fun, Events - General, Friends, Friendship, Hip Chicks, Hollywood Events, Living Life, Reviews - General, Sheer Utter Silliness, Single Moms, Technology, Travel, Uncategorized Tagged With: Dr. Lisa Cassileth, M.C. Nugget, The Doctors, Year in Review

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