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Desperate Measures

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Desperate times call for desperate measures.  What an understatement.

Do you know how many formerly highly successful people I know who are currently struggling financially, out of work and wondering where their next meal is coming from? Let’s not even talk about paying the homeowner’s insurance, health insurance or credit cards. We’re talking about surviving – at its base level.

I’ve got friends and acquaintences who have been looking for any sort of work for months — even YEARS!  Can you believe this?  Believe it.

Trust me – I do not say these things lightly.  I don’t like to put the spotlight on negativity.  We all know (any of my readers know, that is), that I am NOT one to “cave” or “bandwagon” it because of what people say or how they choose to act.   I believe we create the drama or at the very least, fan the flames of depression (or lack of affluence, success, employment, moolah) oftentimes by merely giving credence to it (the lack of jobs, money, success, etc. that seems to be out there).  I still hold firm to the belief that we create the lives we live.  We can be as successful as we truly desire — IF — we go for it fearlessly.

BUT (oh yeah – there is a BIG BUT here) – when everyone you know has at least one friend (more than likely several friends) out of work, and struggling to make ends meet, you have got to pay attention PEOPLE!  

I will not be one to turn a blind eye and pretend nothing is happening – that we do not have a problem .  And neither should you. 

I know I won’t.  Nope.  Not when that problem is not only staring me in the face, but it barged in my front door last October, and has now made itself at home, shacking up on my living room sofa, and using up all of my toothpaste.

And not when unemployment rates are skyrocketing, soup kitchens can’t keep enough food, or feed enough people, and recycled clothing shops have stopped buying shoes and clothes because they have too many people trying to sell their wears. 

So you know what?  I am sick of it.  I’ve NEVER been one to unsuccessfully hunt for a good job!  What the HECK is going ON out there?  I was (and am) always the one to say “I’m going to get a job.”  And I did (and DO)!

A GOOD job!  The kind people could marvel at!

But seemingly, not so these days.  I can’t tell you the countless numbers (hundreds for sure) of highly educated (chock-full-a-“social media experience,” “internet savvy,” “management level”) friends and passers-by in my life who’ve been looking for work in their respective fields, but have resorted to applying for ANY sort of job (receptionist, restaurant hostess, retail clerk) – – STILL to no avail. They’re competing against thousands of equally over-qualified individuals, and can’t seem to “stand out” above the rest for that $12/hour (plus tips) job.

So that’s it. I’m done.  This has got to stop.  And it is starting with ME. 

Over the next couple of weeks (or as long as my creativity lasts) I am going to hit the pavement – literally.  I am going to use any and all methods I can “employ” to obtain solid offers for a GOOD job, and I will NOT settle for anything less than what I deserve (we’re talking big bucks here people). 

I’ve got some good ideas, but feel free to offer your suggestions.  It’s going to be a wild ride folks!  The gloves are off!  I’ve got my camera in hand.  Watch out moguls!  I’m coming for you!  I’ll show YOU who stands out above the rest.

Stay tuned my lovelies. And keep fighting!

Love you people!  Mmmmmphhhuuuhhhhh! 

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Nada Mama.

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I am a mom.  A mother, mama, madre… etc.  And I am truly celebrating that today.  But I’m also celebrating my super-hero ability at this particularly unique juncture in my life to do – – – well – – –  absolutely nothing.

Zip.

Nada.

This super-hero ability transcends traditional thought, and enables me to love doing nothing, to cherish it, to step outside of myself at times and analyze and see my nada state of being for what it is – to relish and be thankful for it.  And THAT is amazing.  The really super-power trick, however,  is not to let the nada-ness be cause for worry, self-defamation or fear.

Mother’s Day 2002

My two boys are older now- one fully grown up (I know… I was six when I had him.  It was in all the papers), and one who is 14 and lives with his dad in another state.  I love them so much (and so often) it hurts – in a good way most of the time – but that is another story — one that is so very much more than nothing or nada, and to even try to do it justice in my nada frame of mind, just wouldn’t be fair or right.

So – I’ll tell you about my realization that I actually relish being a Nada Mama on this beautiful Mother’s Day, 2010.

You see, though I own my own business, and love what I do (marketing and PR – spinning and pitching stories for the media, getting my clients on red carpet at some fabulous events, making deals for them, etc.), things (and by “things” I mean paying clients) have been very scant lately.  So much so, I’ve been keeping myself ultra busy, spinning plates/wheels, doing tricks, “putting it out there” – pitching myself to friends, acquaintances — sending resumes around since October – and still nothing has changed (my bank account notwithstanding).  As busy as I’ve been – even up until this past week – trying to “make things happen” – there is still – – just – – nothing, it seems.

Oh, I’ve gotten a new client here and there, lost a few along the way – but things everywhere in this universe just seem to be —  STUCK.  And I feel for others out there!  I’ve only been trying to elicit some serious change since last October.  Many more have been battling far longer.

So, I’ve just decided this week to just go with it.  To love the nada-ness.  Embrace it.  Hold it.  Cuddle it.

And now it’s official.  I am a bonafide nada queen.  A lounging fool.

It’s Sunday, and I spent the day yesterday lounging on the beach with M.C. Nugget.

I love the beach. Love laying in the sun (with appropriate SPF properly applied, of course), riding my bike along the strand in Santa Monica, watching the sunset over the Pier. It’s quite relaxing and amazing.  I may not be raking in the dollars right now, but I am certainly raking in the sunshine and reaping the benefits – the soft, golden skin that comes from the balmy sea air.  I may not be making power deals at every moment, but I am powering up the little hill on Ocean Park Boulevard peddling my bike as fast as possible to make the green light, and reach my final destination — the friggin OCEAN people! Hello?  How lucky am I to be just a couple of blocks from the great blue sea?

So, it’s been an incredibly challenging year for most folks.  I can’t even begin to detail the types of difficulties my friends and family have encountered.  Yet, even still, for every person who’s struggling (financially, health-wise, etc), I know someone who at least seems to be doing just fine.

So I’ve decided that I am too.  And I am actually GRATEFUL for the NADA MAMA I am!

Right here.  Right now.

Carpe Diem, people!  I gotta seize the day, because, hey – life is short – and I may never again be able to simply wake up, attend a 5-day-a-week pilates class, answer a few emails, check in on Facebook, handle a few details for my clients, and then – if I so desire – take the rest of the day off to lay in the sun or ride bikes with my man.  Granted, I don’t do that every single day (I’m still in Nada Mama training) – but believe me, as of late, I’ve done my share.

No matter how difficult things get, I have to realize that I’ve got it pretty stinkin’ good to be able to just stop, dead in my tracks, along with the seemingly STUCK UNIVERSE, and smell the roses, sip the coffee, soak in the rays, etc.

Ahhh.  To do absolutely nothing.  Everyone should be so lucky.

Happy Mother’s Day everyone!  Yes – EVERYONE.  Even you, who are not female, or mothers.  Yes, even you have a mom, or have had one.  Everyone has.  And I bet they all learned to enjoy being a Nada Mama once in a while too.

Stay tuned next week for some more tales of — well — how about nothing!  It’s either that or I’ll have to give away some of the fun and frivolity that occured at the Baja Cantina, The World Cafe and more on Cinco de Nuggie (M.C. Nugget’s Birthday)!  But until then, people… just do this for a while:   breathe in…. and breathe out…. ahhhhhh.

Love you people!  Mmmmmppphhhhuuuuhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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On Getting Freebies

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Are you kidding? Lemme just say that Ms. Cheevious is all about the freebies lately, kiddos.

When it seems that all people can talk about is “doom and gloom” incessantly, at some point ya’ gotta cry “UNCLE!” and run – don’t walk – for the nearest free thing that crosses your path!

I’m not kidding folks – at least not about the plethora of free stuff out there.  In this day and age, with taxes climbing, salaries stalled or disappearing, and people tightening their purse strings to the point of asphyxiation, any leg up is a welcome friend.

So, I’ve provided a list of some places that have dished out the free stuff recently.  Why, you ask?  Perhaps you are thinking, “WHY MS. Cheevious?   Why must you TAUNT us with the freebies that cross your path?  These things do not happen in (insert your city/town here)!”  Well, I don’t buy it (ha ha – no kidding).  You too can generate and be aware of FREE STUFF in your own backyard.  But you gotta look for it and use a little ingenuity.  You also have to be willing to GET OUT THERE.  This, for some of you, is no small task.  I know, I know.  Sometimes it’s just easier to stay home and watch television and get comfortable.  The idea of getting somewhat dressed up to get out there and indulge in a few free things at times can be a bit exhausting!  Well, boo hoo hoo.  Cry me a river.  If you want the free stuff, you have to put in a little effort people!  So here you go:  

  • MUSEUMS, GALLERIES, OTHER MISCELLANEOUS LOCALES:  The surf shop down the block from M.C.’s house in Santa Monica set up a pickup truck with a barbecue grill on the back, and started handing out free hotdogs and hamburgers one Saturday.  It didn’t take long for a line to form down the block, and for their shop to get all kinds of traffic as a result.  I’ve also been to the mall before when other places were giving away pizza, free samples of yummy pretzels, or what-have-you.  We will never starve in this great nation.  THAT is for sure. 

Also – Galleries and museums often provide free wine, champagne and hors d’oeuvres when they open a new exhibition or promote a new artist.  Get on their list for their upcoming events! I’ve even attended a red carpet movie screening at a nearby gallery where they had exquisite appetizers and desserts as well as an open bar.

  • MOVIE THEATRES. Speaking of movie screenings – check with your local theatres (or those in the biggest city nearby) to learn of any screenings, premieres, or other types of events.  Often movie theatres will hold events you wouldn’t expect, and they’ll welcome you as well.
  • GIFTING SUITES. Okay, so these are a rarety only afforded those celebrities and their friends or representatives that live near Hollywood/Beverly Hills and Manhattan (NY).  But I tell you, we were given face products, jeans, shirts, dresses, gourmet anti-oxidant dark chocolates, cigars, spa/massage certificates, jewelry, liqueours and more.  Actually, the amount of face products was astounding – and all were very exclusive – famous skin care lines. And not too soon, I must say.  I’d JUST scraped the bottom of the barrel on some of my daily regemen, and was in no position to replace it, when I was given a mountain of products I could use.  Life is good, I tell ya.
  • PUBLICITY. So, not everyone wants this, but all you need to do these days is put together a youtube video, and post it – share it ad nauseum on every other social media site (twitter, Facebook, digg, linkedin and more).  Also, show up where photographers are present to shoot an event or other somewhat “famous” person, and ask to be photographed (they love that)… then follow that up by asking where the photos might appear (so you can find them, and post them – ad nauseum – on every social media website) – and VOILA!  You’ve just gotten some free publicity!
  • CRAIGSLIST – I know.  Why is craigslist on here?  Thanks for asking.  Because they allow me to post free ads for the rental of my condo (which has become inevitable at this moment in my life) and as a result of those ads, I will now be shacking up at M.C.’s beach pad for the summer.  Yep I rented my place for the summer!  Nothing better than FREE MORTGAGE – right? 
  • And now… drum roll… for the Mack-Daddy of All Free Things:  FREE ADVICE. M.C. and I were walking along the beach in Santa Monica one Sunday, when low and behold, we saw a friend of ours (and movie maker) Emmett Loverde and his brother Paul.  They set up a card table and four chairs with a couple of little table tent signs that read “FREE ADVICE.”  This was just TOO hysterical!  We decided to sit down and give it a whirl.  I asked Emmett for advice as to what to do on a lovely Sunday afternoon on the strand in Santa Monica, and he threw this little golden nugget my way:  “Set up a free advice table.”  He assured me it was a fantastic way to meet new people, and some of them were hot, gorgeous people who may never come and sit down with you otherwise, except for the novelty of obtaining something free – and advice at that!
  • Free Advice Santa Monica, CA
    Only in Santa Monica, CA

 So, there you have it people.  Freebies galore.  Go get ’em!

And, as you may have surmised, from my lack of postings lately, my blog has become a struggle to get out lately.  I promise to be more timely and fastidious from now on.  Stay tuned next time for more on the delightful, delectable, celebrity-filled happenings in sunny, beautiful California – through my eyes, of course! 

Have an incredibly FREE week everyone! 

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmppphhhhuuuuhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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I’m in Miami Bitch!

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Before you get your panties in a bunch, just know I am quoting a very famous song by a VERY famous artist. You know the one “LMFAO”? Hasn’t everyone heard of him/her/them? Ha ha.

Well, chances are by the time you read this, I WILL be in Miami! Bee-otches! 🙂

M.C. Nugget bought the airline tickets the MOMENT his glorious Saints won the NFC Championship game.  We don’t have Superbowl tickets, but we’ll be in the MIX baby!  YAY!

So, today is Friday, and I am in a huge frenzy, of course to get everything done. And, being the consummate multi-tasker that I am, I’m not only writing my blog, but guess what? I’m training my new intern Chanda. Everyone say “hi” to Chanda – who is sitting here watching me type. lol

Chanda is also a blogger, and has recently made the transition from her old blogging format to a blog where she can post ads and things. I’m showing her how to do that. Pay her a visit at http://www.thyroidchronicles.net– and see what she’s got to say about getting and staying healthy if you have a thyroid condition.  Yesterday’s post was about not using microwaves.  I know.  Fat chance here, but hey – if it will get you healthy, I’ll bring my Bunsen burner.

So anyhow, you can imagine what sort of frenzy I’m actually in, heading to Miami – the land of beautiful, tan bodies, and no fat. Hey – I’m all about that – but what to wear?  I can’t just meander around Miami in Nuggie’s giant Saints Jersey all day.  So I thought – ‘hey… maybe I can find a Saints bikini!’  ha ha.  So, I perused this site that I always go to – and low and behold they had 10% off on all Roxy Swimwear.  In case you are new (welcome, if so!), I wear Roxy bikinis and board shorts.  Here’s a pic from me in Sayulita Mexico:

So without further adieu, here is the link to get your very own Roxy Bikini and whatnot (and trust me… I get a little somethin’ somethin’, but it won’t cost you any more than if you went there yourself)!

Insert shameless plug here: Get 10% off all Roxy swimwear and clothes at IslandSurf.com. Code: Save 2009

As far as what we’ll be actually doing in Miami?  Well, attending any party that will have us, of course, and causing all kinds of trouble! What else?

Stay tuned to hear all about it next week! 

Okay – so back to my list of one thousand things to do now!  Item number 3: Train Chanda the intern on inserting links into her blog.  Check!  Only 997 more to go!

That’s all I got for you people!  If you happen to see me running around in Miami in a Saints bikini, well – say hi, would you! ha ha! GO SAINTS!

Have a fabulous Superbowl weekend everyone!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmphhhuuhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Single RULES in 2010

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Okay everyone!  Here’s a little bonus post to launch us into the new year.  If you are new HERE – well, geez, WELCOME!  I love that you’ve stopped by!  Be sure and post something on your way out, would ya? Thanks!  🙂

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So…  here goes…

With the New Year now in full swing, (and after one of the toughest years for most everyone out there – both fiscally, and mentally – due to the barrage of garbage that was drilled into our brains – ad nauseum, infinitum – in the form of stupid statements like “the sucky economy” or “you know… they couldn’t hire so-n-so, because business is so bad”, and all manner of other trash-talk stuff), I decided it’s time to talk about being single. HA! HA!

I know.  I know. Why talk about being single?  Why such a departure from the whole “the economy sucks” rant?  Well, it’s not such a departure.  It’s actually related in a twisted sort of way.  And besides, we all know that the neuro-paths in my brain are a little twisted, so try and keep up, would ya?

Basically – I KNOW for a fact that some of you out there worked yourselves up into little frenzies and created disappointing NYE’s for yourselves – all because you had a picture of what was suppose to happen when the clock struck midnight. Indulge me here:

If you’re a guy, admit it.  You imagined that if things went your way, you were gonna’ be with one of the hottest girls around.  You planned that if you did all the right things to romance her in the weeks, days and hours leading up to that midnight kiss on New Years Eve (open doors for her, help her with her jacket, take her out for drinks with your sacred inner circle of guy friends, make her feel special, even call to make sure she is safe at home if she drives on her own, etc… etc… blah, blah, blah) that you’d be sure to “get some.”  Because in your mind the kiss was just the beginning.  Mannn oh man, if you played your cards right you were gonna’ get some, and get some GOOD.  You were gonna’ have some of your very own New Year’s Eve-fireworks.  It didn’t matter that your girl was probably thinking as the two of you moved in for the kiss, that the two of you were “ushering in the New Year – together: Partners, walking hand-in-hand (together), into a sea of happiness… forging a future full of good memories… TOGETHER.”  All you were thinking was, “Bring it on, baby! I’ve been working HARD for this night!” And that was about it!

So, do tell.  How’d that work out for ya?  Huh, guys?

And you girlie girls out there… those of you who are of the single variety.  Yes, I am talking to you now.  You who tried your hardest to have a date on New Year’s Eve, if only to relieve the stress or embarrassment of having no special “someone” to kiss at the strike of midnight.  You know it’s true.  If you aren’t in a relationship at the moment, you KNOW it was all only about that very moment… more-so than whether or not you really actually LIKED the guy.  But worse, if you DID like the guy, you built that moment up into some incredibly heavily weighted moment, that no person can live up to.  You imagined the two of you would smooch, share an intense emotional tie, and move forward into the new year as a newly bonded couple, and plan the days and weeks ahead together. And if you were flying solo on New Year’s Eve, out with the girls, you KNOW it was an important thing for most of you to find someone “suitable,” who you could flirt and play cat and mouse with, and then hopefully get a smooch out of it at midnight as well.  Am I right?

So, fill us in.  How’d it go?

I’m just sayin’ people.  What the HECK is so wrong with being single?  What the HECK would have been so bad about being at the bar, and NOT kissing anyone – except maybe good friends on the cheek, or whatever – when that clock struck midnight? How hard IS it REALLY to enjoy oneself as a single individual?

A very shrewd single gal said recently, “Being single is NOT a condition that needs a cure.”

AMEN TO THAT.

And, please don’t preach to me about how I have M.C. Nugget, and perhaps I can’t relate, or whatever else you’d like to use to justify any sort of erratic obsessive-compulsive behavior.  I’ve been single plenty in my life, and I am still single today.  I am not engaged, or married, or in any sort of what most people would consider a “traditional” relationship.  I too, realize I am not getting any younger, and old age is slowly working its way toward little ole’ me.  Age spares no one.  But I am only getting BETTER BABY.  Age can come and kiss my cute little tuckus.  HA!  The fact that M.C. and I call each other boyfriend/girlfriend is really incidental, and it took us over nine months of dating to do so, as we were both so happy being single ourselves, that we didn’t want to “label” and ruin it!  Yes, I loved being with him on New Year’s Eve and was very glad to kiss only him when the clock struck twelve.  But that’s besides the point.

The fact is – I am so tired of people being so unhappy with their lot in life that they manipulate and commit all manner of craziness – all for the sake of “getting” happy, or “finding” happiness.  Don’t you get it?  You need to be happy with life as you ARE.  Realize what a great person you ARE without anyone else.  Put yourself in a position of power, so that you can pick and choose and be selective.  Then, when that girl or guy comes along that is perfect for you, you’ll actually be capable of SEEING him or her when they are in FRONT of you!

So – my advice this year girls and boys?  One guess.  Get happy being you – all alone.  Get to know yourself and fall in love with who you are – what makes up everything about you.  If you have work to do on you – DO IT.  YOU are WORTH it.  Get in shape, lean out those bodies, or get a massage… whatever works for you.  But GET HAPPY WITH YOU – all by your lonesome.  Then and only then will you be ready – IF YOU WANT – to allow someone else into your great little life to participate!

Get it?

Now go out there and have some fun with your bad-ass self, would you?  As I promised, my next regular post will dish on some really fantastic Hollywood events I’ve been able to take some clients to lately!  Stay tuned!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmmphhhhuhhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Left Boob, Right Hand

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I slept really well last night. When my blackberry alarm went off at 7:45 am, which is later than I should have risen, I grabbed it, hit snooze and somehow, miraculously fell back into a deep sleep.

When I woke up – oh, a cool 15 minutes later, I was laying peacefully on my back. The first thing I noticed, however, was that my right hand had a pretty good hold of my left boob. And my arm wasn’t sore from clenching, no. It was sort of a peaceful, restful hold. I chuckled out loud.

First of all, I must address the chuckle. That my friends, is pretty good, because contrary to my normal inclinations, I’ve been waking up lately with worry and to-do lists on the brain, so the laughter was a welcome guest this morning. And people, I know this is an aside to that, but I want you to know that I ALREADY KNOW I shouldn’t be worrying, and have some serious meditation to do to get off my arse and start creating an incredible future. I knew some of you wouldn’t let that “worry” thing pass you by.

So, back to my story.

Talk about Girls Gone Wild!  And I wasn’t even TRYING!  Tell me people, what could it MEAN? Why is it that a girl wakes up peacefully holding her breast?  I could NOT for the life of me get a “hold” of my breast while awake, without clenching or “grabbing.”  Believe me! I tried to recreate it!

I know, I’m an odd one.

But apart from the dream I had last night, where I was dating a wild and crazy rock star (which – okay – I sort of AM), and the fact that a dream like that could elicit all manner of mayhem in my bed.  Apart from that, why my boob? And why so peaceful? And why coffin-style?

Tell me, oh great dream interpreters, please! And does the meaning change if it was reversed? Right boob, left hand?

Am I reading too much into this? heh heh

I gotta say, this Halloween weekend is getting off to a jolly old wild and crazy little start.

I’m going to be an officer of the law, and I’ll be on patrol on Main Street in Santa Monica with my funny, sexy, handsome man M.C. Nugget (@EmceeNug on Twitter). He’s dressing as Fred the Wonder Chicken (remember him?) – dressed as a pirate.  I wanted him to be my jailbird, but M.C. says he’ll be a criminal from a different era. I’ll be walking around saying things like “I’m gonna’ have to confiscate that yummy drink you just got” and stuff like that.

Here’s my costume – and YES – I am bringing my full-length coat so I don’t freeze.

HalloweenPoliceOfficer

And here is the picture from last year, with FWC and I dressed as Pirates.  This will be Nuggie this year:

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Stay tuned next week when I tell-all. Oh – and I’ll fill you in on the red carpet event I took my peeps to earlier this week!

Have a safe, fun, scary, ghostly time this weekend you gorgeous men and women!

Love you people! Mmmmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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