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Random LA Coolness

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This week you are being treated to a very rare type of post for me, in which I provide a list of items and briefly touch on them.  Rare, because I am quite verbose, and hey – I can’t say it all in a numbered list.  Also, I don’t really organize my thoughts like that.  Usually, something cool happens and I want to tell you all the details about the event, or the trip or whatever.  I don’t like to keep people guessing about what happened, which is bound to happen when I simply “touch” on things.   But alas, I do it from time to time,  to give you all a break!  Let’s be honest here, no one has time to read all this sh*t, right?  Everyone and their friggin’ MOTHER has a blog now.  How are you lovely people suppose to keep up?  HA.

If you are new here, WELCOME!  My blog is FUN, exciting, and dances along life’s edge, to say the least.  I talk about sex, drugs, rock-n-roll.  You name it!  But not so much this week.  It’s a LIST.  Hard to be edgy when you are taking inventory!

So, I observed or participated in some cool things this week.  Some of these cool things deserve more attention, and perhaps they’ll get their due another time, but until then, ENJOY my list of Random Coolness everyone! 

1. I love it when my man Emcee Nugget suggests something to do, we do it, and we have a cool LA-style event land right in our laps. And – ehem – didn’t I just say last week that something would land in my lap and I would share with you?  Well, don’t ever say I don’t deliver. We went to his neighborhood wine bar, Salute (it’s pronounced Salu-tay), and low and behold there was a super chic, model-infested fashion show about to start.  Not only did we not know about it in advance, but because we got there early, we didn’t have to pay to get in, we got the most FANTASTIC seats at the bar (just where the runway ended), and we were SURROUNDED by sheer gorgeousness and the coolest fashions of the season!  Top THAT!  Ha!

2.  Froggy’s Fish Market in Topanga Canyon is super COOL.  It’s tucked away near the top of Topanga Canyon (above Malibu) and has really cool outdoor seating.  We were there at night, and it felt like we were in the woods someplace else.  You could hear crickets in the trees, and as we were walking to our cars, we looked up and could see a starry sky alongside a gorgeous crescent moon. Very cool, people!

3. The pilates style work out I do is exceptional.  Originally founded by Sebastien Lagree and called Pilates Plus (now called SPX Fitness), it uses what he then called a Proformer (a seriously modified reformer, if you know pilates machines at all)  to work your ass off (no pun intended) for about 50 minutes a class – and all while rockin’ out to pumping music.  They are opening up all over the country and the world.  Check his website to see if there is one near you.  I go about five times a week to the Pilates Plus HBV (Hollywood, Brentwood & Venice).  I love it!  The result?  Well, supposedly, long lean muscles and loss of cellulite.  I think that’s happening, but all I really know for sure is something killer is happening to my abs, and I am liking the shape my body’s taking.  THAT my friends (to actually LIKE your body), is very cool. 

4. Walking in L.A.  It’s uber cool, because, as Missing Persons once sang:  “Nobody walks in LA!”  But M.C. and I do it all the time!  That’s right!  We walk from his apartment to the Library Alehouse, then to the bar at the World Cafe, then to the bar at Chaya Venice (whatever we are in the mood for – sometimes many more), heh heh.  But seriously – that’s why I love Main Street, Santa Monica.  You really can walk just about anywhere.  We walk to the beach, to the Santa Monica Pier, or along Main Street for shopping, etc.  Sweet.

And that’s all folks!  Those are ALL the things that are randomly cool in LA.  Nothing else is cool.  At least not here and now.

Stay tuned next week, where I’ll try to dispatch from NYC and share whatever interesting events take place.  M.C. and I are flying out on Saturday.

Have a beautiful weekend my lovelies!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhh!

xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious

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A Woman’s Needs

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Hellooooo all my fabulous friends out there in Ms. Cheevious-land! 

A good friend sent the following list of women’s needs to me, and I agree with just about every single thing on this list – well, poem.  It’s written by Maya Angelou, an accomplished writer, a woman with a doctorate degree (cool), who’s traveled and lived all over the world. She is quite an amazing single mom (at least at one time in her life she was).  So – I’ve included her little admonishment to women here, and in RED is my commentary.  Is that sacrilegious? Tough.  You need to hear what I have to say. HA!

If you are new here – well, FINALLY!  You’ve come to your senses!  ha ha.  JUST KIDDING! (kinda)

We have fun here, and this weekly (or sometimes bi-weekly, or whenever my travels and computer problems allow for it) blog is an extension of my book Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood – Confessions of a Hot Mamma, (need I say “AWARD WINNING”?) which is unpublished at this point – but I’m working on it.  You can read about it here. But welcome to the Ms. Cheevious blog, and a whole new world!  Enjoy!

So on to the poem, and my wise – ehem – wise-ass commentary:

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE … 
enough money within her control to move out 
and rent a place of her own, 
even if she never wants to or needs to… 

HELLOOOO… these days she better have enough in her coffers to BUY a place of her own for cash, and then be able to RENT it back to the bastard – um, guy – that was holding her back!  HA! (Not YOU, honey!!)

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..

something perfect to wear if the employer, 
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour… 

For the boss – how about a giant COFFEE MUG or just come dressed as a pen for taking notes on all of his wise words.  If he is at all lecherous, just see the notes below for dates, because let’s face it – that’s what he really wants.  
For dates – will a bustier or a tu-tu do?  Come on!  Since when do we know when someone is REALLY the date of our dreams?  Aren’t they ALL?  And in that case, wouldn’t we need like seven different outfits?  One for every night? 

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .. 
a youth she’s content to leave behind…. 

Hmmm.  I’ve had a pretty good youth – but that’s all relative.  I’m still young aren’t I?  If you are twenty, repeat after me: “yes ma’am”.  But at this very young age of mine, I don’t know whether to agree, or completely rise up in protest, take off all my clothes and run down the beach nekked.  Heck, you only live once, right? HA

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE … 
a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to 
retelling it in her old age…. 

‘Nuff said. (smile)

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ….. 
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra… … a “Rabbit” (heh heh), and what’s this about LACE?  I hate it.  Itchy.  Nope.  Not doin’ it.  Hot lingerie? Yes.  But a good set of wine or martini glasses (or both), and always something healthy to eat (like carrots or cucumbers) in the fridge – now THAT’S practical.
 
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …. 
one friend who always makes her laugh… and one who lets her cry… 

Check! 

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …. 
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family… 

how about a 50 inch flat screen plasma tv? 
 
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE … 
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, 
and a recipe for a meal, 
that will make her guests feel honored… 

Wait – covered that above… and I just memorize all my good recipes …  yummmmmm… So I guess a woman should have a good memory for good recipes? So what we’re sayin’ here is women need to be super human.  Right?
 
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE … 
a feeling of control over her destiny… 

Well – DUHHHH

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW… 
how to fall in love without losing herself.. 

AMEN SISTER
 
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW… 
how to quit a job, 
break up with a lover, 
and confront a friend without; 
ruining the friendship… 

Ooh. Tough call. Sometimes you want to ruin the friendship…. NOT.   What kind of craziness is this???  OF COURSE ya need to know how to do those things – but let’s be REAL.  Who really DOES know how?  That’s why you read my BLOG people!  🙂

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
when to try harder… and WHEN TO WALK AWAY… 

got that one DOWN.  Don’t we all, you hot lovely women out there?

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
that she can’t change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. 

Ohhhh, but I can try can’t I? My mom needs to wise up and just ADMIT I am her favorite!  HA!

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
that her childhood may not have been perfect…but it’s over… 
whaaahhh?? over?  What are you tryin’ to tell me here?

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more…

now that’s interesting.  I’m pretty much a “do anything” kinda gal… ha ha

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
how to live alone… even if she doesn’t like it…

i like it, i like it!  but i may not want it forever… may need someone to pick me up off the floor if i ever fall and hurt my hip!

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .
whom she can trust,
whom she can’t,
and why she shouldn’t take it personally… 

… NEWS FLASH – it IS personal!  Someone breaks trust, it is a complete afront to ME – personally.  That’s how I learn NOT to trust them again! MMM-KAY?

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
where to go…
be it to her best friend’s kitchen table… 
or a charming inn in the woods…
when her soul needs soothing… 

… can you say DAY SPA?  Cucumber facial, mud bath, and a glass of champagne… ahhhhh.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
what she can and can’t accomplish in a day…
a month…and a year…

NOTHING my pretties.  I can do it ALL.

Well – that’s it for ya!  I am off to a weekend in Palm Springs with my man, M.C. Nugget.  Ain’t life grand, people?  Have a wonderfully exotic and excruciatingly fabulous weekend boys and girls!

Tune in next week, when I tell you exactly Why Denis Leary Sucks!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmppppphhhhuuuhhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Goose Hunting on the Farm

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Well okay – it was Beverly Farms, MA to be exact, and we  weren’t really “hunting” for any sort of “Goose” animal, per se (by “we” I mean M.C. Nugget’s family friend Kitty and I).  I’ll explain in a sec.

But first – if you are new here – WELCOME ABOARD the Ms. Cheevious Express – heh heh. Once you board, you will never get off (no pun intended)! 

This blog serves up a weekly yummy Hollywood dish:  the inside scoop on what real – life hollywood actors, producers, entertainment sorts and the people they hang with do on a daily basis.  I just happen to find myself involved (sometimes accidentally) much of the time.  Are you old enough to remember the Lucy Show, or young enough to have seen it on Nick at Night? Well, think the Lucy Show for 2009, and add a few RockStar beverages in there, and you get the idea.

Plus, my relationship with my boyfriend, M.C. Nugget (an actor who many of you have seen – you just don’t know it, because hey, someone’s identity has to be protected on this zany blog) has only helped to fuel my already juicy life!  But I do protect the identity of the people in my life and in this blog. 

HOWEVER, if you are famous and carrying on in public, and if I see you, or happen to have some interaction, then guess what?  You don’t get an alias or protected identity here.  Your real name will be used, because hey – otherwise, why would people read this blasted thing?  Now, on to the story. 

As you know, from the story of my trip back east in “Manhattan Transfer,” I accompanied my man Nuggie back to NYC and then to his home town of Manchester, Massachusetts to spend the Fourth of  July with his family.  We did, and as you know, it was a blast.

What you don’t know is that on the Fourth, Nuggie’s mom, Spicy Nugget (I call her Sporty Spice though, for her total dedication to staying athletic and in shape, even in her 70’s) had a little party for her brood, and for their best-friend family, the Catson’s.  She made lasagna, and there was so much food, we all ate and just rolled around the patio, then rolled back inside for cocktails, or cake or whatever else our heart desired, then rolled back outside for family pictures and good times.  Fun fun. 

Then it was time to trek over to Beverly Farms to watch fireworks on West Beach. 

When we got there, however, Kitty Catson (Kit Cat, of course) and I realized we were thirsty, and we hadn’t thought (like all the other revelers there) to bring a cooler of refreshments. 

Now, if you know me, and if you have read my blog long enough, you can guess what happened.  I saw this as an opportunity to meet new people and – BONUS – get a glass of wine or something in the process. That’s how it works in LA LA land, anyway – at least in my little, tiny world. There were TONS of people having their little parties on their little balconies that lined up the little street along the beach.  I thought at least ONE of them had to have some extra wine or something, right? At the very minimum, they would offer me a Diet Coke or something, certainly!

Everyone – I repeat – EVERY ONE of the Nuggets and Catsons doubted my ability to make friends and get any sort of libations or even regular beverages out of them.  I decided they might be onto something, being natives of the east coast and all.  So I asked Nuggie for cash.  I figured money talks, and I could offer to buy a glass of wine, if necessary. Then I set out on my little adventure.

I have to tell you people – believe it or not, I got discouraged at first!  Yep.  I visited THREE HOUSES.  I received wicked, holier-than-thou or at the very least “I’m from Radcliffe and graduated from Harvard, dahhhling.  And who are you?” looks, from the plump, frumpy women leaning over the balconies, sloshing their over-filled wine glasses in my face.  I could see that their men were bored out of their minds and wanted to say “YES, YES, somebody please give this girl some WINE!”  if only to have a good story to tell, but they dared not.  So, I went back to my group with my tail between my legs. 

It was then that Kitty Cat and I became friends for life.  She said, “Follow me.  We’ll find us something to drink.”  And so I did. 

We too went to a couple of different houses, and received some strange looks from people.  She was walking up to them and saying, “Hey there!  Can we buy a glass of wine from you?” When I had this BRILLIANT idea!  I decided we needed to be damsels in distress! So I said, “Hey, don’t offer to buy so quick.  Let me handle this!” 

So, we walked up to our (now) good friend Max’s house and looked up at this little group of stylish women talking to him.  “Pardon me,” I said demurely, “I wonder if you could help us.  We completely forgot to bring our cooler with us, and we would be so grateful if we might be able to get a glass of water or something else to drink from you folks?”  Immediately, Max said, “I’ll be right down.” 

He greeted us at the front door of his lovely home and walked us straight into the kitchen and his bar.  “So, what made the two of you come over here?” he asked, and I proceeded to tell him the story. 

We all laughed, and I asked, “Well, what made you say yes?” and he said, “I just had to give a drink to someone so gutsy as to ask for it!” And that was it!

Kit Cat and I walked triumphantly back to our group with two giant red cups filled with Grey Goose Vodka and Soda — enough to share with everyone. 

Now THAT put a little spark into our fourth, for sure! 

I am off this evening to the Hollywood Bowl with Nuggie who was invited by Venice Magazine!  Then, tomorrow is our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of meeting each other!  Can you believe it!  Craziness, eh?

Have a fabulous weekend everyone!  And don’t try to hunt the Goose.  It will find YOU!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmphhhhhuuuuhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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The Day Player – Tripping the Light Fantastic

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Okay – so M.C. Nugget and I  (just between you and me, he wishes he were still FWC)  were JUST talking about the prospect of producing Ms. Cheevious as a scripted television show.  You’ve all seen the silly one or two minute clips we’ve thrown together with our pocket digital camera, right?  This wouldn’t be like that.  We dream big over here at Yummy Chicken Productions.

If you are new here, welcome!  We have a TON of fun in here, dishing on the latest blunders, fantastic achievements, celebrity events, and zany-in-general things I find myself involved in.  There is all manner of name dropping, sexual innuendo, or what-have-you, and it’s a place where people come to let their hair down, and live vicariously – through – ehem – ME.

So, back to the idea of a SHOW about  – well – ehem – ME:  Of course the potential for internet was always a part of the mix, and an obvious option, but neither one of us were aware of any one online show or series that particularly excited us.  Plus, M.C. is use to doing things the traditional way.  You know, putting together a pitch, kissing ass and hoping someone sees the beauty, coolness, edginess, raciness and/or incredible potential in your little project — which apparently doesn’t always work — BASTARDS.

It was then (last Sunday) that our trusty bartender-(from the World Cafe in Santa Monica)-turned friend Miranda Allgood told us all about what she and her partner, Helenna Santos have been working on (I always use aliases to protect the identity of my peeps in Ms. Cheevious-land, but their names are real here, people. They want you to know about their fantastic project – and so do I).

Nuggie and I were just a tad skeptical about the whole thing when Miranda invited us to the launch party for the premiere of their baby, The Day Player.

TDP promo pic

Promotional photo for The Day Player

I’m not sure what we expected, but it was probably somewhere along the lines of the quality of the M.C. Nugget reveal video – (damn teamsters)!  Instead, we were pleasantly surprised, inspired and thrilled, to say the least! 

I could spend numerous key strokes telling you about the little webisode, but I’d rather just send you there.  GO.  It will be worth every minute (and there are only four of them).  Nuggie always says, “The more you rave about something, the less people like it.” So just GO — it’s F-O-U-R  freakin’ minutes! Here’s the link: The Day Player (www.thedayplayer.com).  Plus, if you want to help this endeavor, which I HIGHLY SUGGEST, and you want the potential of being a type of “producer” of the upcoming web series, go here (or follow the link www.indiegogo.com/thedayplayer).  I did, and you’ll want to once you see it.

Tune in next week for more funny tales with tons of chicks, drinks, fire trucks & hot guys doing — for goddsakes people, it’s Ms. Cheevious!  Just tune in, would ya!?

And, whatever your plans, have a fabulously fantastic weekend my lovely men and women (after you watch The Day Player, that is)! 

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmmphhhhhuuuuhhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Ms. Behavin’ or Ms. Cheevious?

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Well – Okay – I am a little schizophrenic I suppose.  One minute I am definitely misbehaving and the next I am feeling exceptionally mischievous.  It begs the question: Is there really a difference?  I have soooo been dabbling in some excessively frivolous activities, that’s for sure.  A week ago Sunday was Mother’s Day.  Oh! 

On a side note – here’s a SHOUT to all my hot mommy readers out there.  You ROCK. 

But after a lovely brunch, M.C. Nugget took me to the Sagebrush Cantina.  I went last summer with him as well, and I tell ya – there was some MISBEHAVIN’ ‘ going on for sure! 

This time around, it seems we hardly even scratched the surface of being MISCHIEVOUS.  I was too preoccupied to be my old fun self.  M. C’s attorney friend was there, and I had to give him a hard time about his philosophies on tipping – namely to hard-working single moms – which is a subject dear to my heart.  Mr. Attorney doesn’t think he should “have” to tip more because some lady decided to get pregnant out of wedlock, or get divorced, or whatever.  I know.  Simple minded.  It’s his prerogative to not tip more, true, but his reasoning was asinine.  Believe me, I could have spent all day giving him other sides of the coin — things like “what about the moms that are deserted?”  — or whatever.  It didn’t warrant the energy, however.  Another time perhaps. 

This post is extremely short, however, because:

1.  I have been crazy busy over the last three weeks. 

2.  It isn’t going to let up any time real soon, because I scrambled all last week to fly to Chicago.  That’s right. Chi-town.  Randomesq (a very bright and witty blogger friend) and I were all set for a reunion of sorts.  A client of mine is holding a conference for the second May in a row, and last year Random and I met for the first time, after “meeting” on the blogosphere, for dinner and drinks.  It was divine.  I said it then and I’ll say it again, “That Randomesq is a real lady killer.” Last minute changes to my flight, however, prevented our getting together.  Sniff Sniff.

3. I am now sitting in Chicago, about to attend the conference Day 2, and have had my fill of Twittering for them. (Is it possible for me to get sick of technology, I ask??) I don’t know how some of these social media companies do that.  It is really exhausting!

Okay lovely ladies and gorgeous gentlemen, it’s time for me to fly. No pun intended.  Tomorrow M.C. and I fly back to Los Angeles.  Off to a crazy fun Memorial Day weekend! 

I will try to send up a smoke signal again!  If not, I’ll get back on track next week and fill you in on my exciting adventures at 1) the Bad Girls party, 2) a fabulous celebrity party thrown by my celebrity friends, and 3) all those other fun little things I have been doing to warrant the new nickname: Ms. Behavin.

Have a WONDERFUL weekend everyone!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmphhhuuuuhhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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The Big Reveal

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Here it is folks!

You are FINALLY being treated to the real and true identity of my boyfriend!

Watch and learn!

If you can’t view the screen above, go here:
The Big Reveal

Tune in next week when I actually dish on my Boss (Springsteen) experience! 

Love you people! Mmmmmphhhuhhhh!

xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious

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