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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.

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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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Enchanted Ms. Cheevious

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My peeps and I stopped by some cool places on Saturday night in Albuquerque, New Mexico (of all places). 

They call New Mexico the “Land of Enchantment.”  I have never been so sure what they meant by that –  and who are “they” anyway?  I grew up in New Mexico, and I never felt that enchanted.  From as early as I could articulate it, I insisted on living elsewhere.  I’m not trying to come down on the place, I swear.  I know, there are many merits to living in the high desert, I’m sure.  The skies are blue, the air is clean, the mountains and plains are breathtakingly beautiful at times, yada yada. 

I guess it just never grew on me.  At the age of ten, I begged my mom to let me move to Pontiac, Illinois to live with my grandmother.  For some reason I saw more chance of excitement in Small Town USA  then I hoped for in The Land of Entrapment (a name created by those of us who lived there our entire lives).  But my mom (of course) would have none of it. You were trapped there because you either wanted to be there, or because, well, for some reason you just couldn’t seem to get outta Dodge.

So, this past weekend, Fred the Wonder Chicken and I ventured out to the desert to pay a much needed visit to my beautiful mother, Nereide Frances Padalino (her real name).  She had a stroke last year, and is still in rehab, recovering.  I was a little sketchy on traveling back to town on my own, because, well – for one thing, the last few times I’ve gone, the accommodations were not all that comfortable (I couldn’t stay at my mom’s house, because other siblings had moved in to help out, and the places I ended up staying were either unfamiliarly uncomfortable or I froze to death – thanks Wackie – ha ha!). And for two, frankly, I’ve lost touch with most of the friends I knew growing up, or they moved away long ago, so there was rarely much to do on visits with my mom out of the social picture. The remaining sisters and brothers in town were all leading their own busy lives, and it just always seemed to be an exhausting prospect to have one – more – sibling come to visit, than it was an occasion to get out and do things.

This time was different.  FWC and I stayed with my girl Prissy and her dog Skimpy.  If you are new to my blogs, welcome!  I am so glad to have you!  But you should know that everyone here, aside from me, has an alias, even “Prissy’s” dog!  I’m all about protecting the identities of those I write about! 

Prissy and Skimpy live in a beautiful loft-style condo overlooking the sprawling beauty of Albuquerque.  It is most beautiful at night, when the view of the city lights is unparalelled. 

We arrived to town, and here is what we did and where we went:

Wii Bowling. On Friday night, after dining someplace nice, FWC and I unloaded our bags at Prissy’s only to find she had just bought and installed the Wii in her living room, with her big screen plasma tv.  BONUS!  We played Wii Bowling and drank wine and tequila (FWC and Prissy drank the tequila – I couldn’t stand the stuff) until 3 o’clock in the morning.   

Zinc Cellar Bar.  On Saturday, FWC and I tooled around after visiting my mom.  We bought ourselves some tasty cigars (mine was White Chocolate Truffle Irish Cream flavored!  ha ha!), and then got ready for our big Saturday night.  We started at Zinc Cellar Bar.  This place was cool!  The upstairs housed its fine-dining restaurant, while the basement – the Cellar Bar – was a venue for some of the southwest’s greatest eclectic bluesy musicians.  It was also the setting for FWC’s first introduction to my crazy, zany family.  What a fun evening that was.  We drank wine, shared appetizers and listened for a moment to the blues band they brought in for the night.  Of course, FWC was a hit with everyone.  They all wanted to touch his feathers (HA). When everyone else left, FWC, Prissy, my brother Odee (named after the cool purse company he has – Odechala – where they make purses out of very cool cigar boxes) and his adult son (my nephew) determined we were not quite done for the evening.  So we moved on to the next happenin’ spot. 

Below are some of the family, with FWC sandwiched in.  Prissy is at the forefront, then my little nephew, me, FWC, and my brother Odee.

Ms. Cheevious, Family & FWC

Here is a nice shot of the Cellar Bar:

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Imbibe.  We didn’t want our evening to end so early, and we certainly didn’t want our brand new cigars to go to waste, so we walked next door to the popular cigar bar, Imbibe.  It had a really cool atmosphere, and big screen tv’s so we could watch the final four games that were on that night.  We sat at the bar, sipped cognac and B&B, smoked our yummy cigars, and hob-nobbed with the rest of Albuuquerque’s elite. 

 The outside of Imbibe, shown below – shows what is very common architecture in this part of town called Nob Hill.  It is a traditional Southwest adobe, with some neon accents:

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Here is one side of the bar at Imbibe (there are two rooms).  I never realized how the inside of the building is kinda cigar shaped!

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I have to say, it was FUN, and dare I say it?  I left Albuquerque feeling just a little enchanted.  Yup.  Me. 

Just goes to show, perceptions and feelings – no matter how strong – are not always accurate, nor are they permanent. 

Stay tuned next week kiddies, when I bring you some news from the glitzy side of life in Hollywood.  I’ll be dishing on my backstage frolicking at my first ever Bruce Springsteen concert.  The Boss can’t have any idea what’s in store!  Hee hee!

Have a sunny and spring-ish weekend everyone! 

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmphhhuuuhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Have a Heart

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In spite of (ehem), I mean, in honor of Valentine’s Day, I’m posting a little something for my single peeps out there.  Yes, I too am succumbing to the pressures of commercialization and writing blogs based on what’s hot. 

Have a heart, though.  I have to do it.  It really IS Valentine’s Day weekend coming up.  Can you blame me?  But since most of my readers tend to be Ms. Cheevious proteges, ascribing to my personal mantra: Enjoying Every Moment – I am posting something for them.  It’s a little something I wrote last year for Be Three – a website for hot, hip, and healthy chicks. My piece was called “Solo Girl’s V-Day Survival Kit.” The wonderful folks at Be Three didn’t post my piece as it was written (they edited it to suit their girls) – and that was their prerogative. So I’m giving you guys the unedited, unabridged, XXX rated version. 

HA!  Just kidding. 

Here’s to YOU – all of you incredible, single, lovely girls (and boys, of course).  If you are new here, welcome!  We are so glad to see you!  And, if you aren’t single, share this with your single friends.  They’ll get a kick out of it! 

I dare any one of you people who are flying solo this weekend to take me up on these survival tips:

Single Girl’s V-Day Survival Kit

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Sigh.  It’s not that you’re anti-romance.  It’s that you’re one of 89 million Americans who aren’t “coupled up” this year. Tired of seeing cheesy expressions of love plastered on every form of media known to man? Afraid you might launch into a wild, frenzied attack on the Hallmark shop lady? Stop yourself.  Try these bold alternatives and keep your pink, candy-hearted butt from going to jail:

·         Host an Un-Valentine’s Day Party:  Leave it open to all singles. Themes like As Single as I Wanna’ Be (about the bliss of single life), or I’d Rather Be Single Than with My Ex (an ex-orcising party) will change your opinion of “Love-Day” for good!

·         Eat a TON of Chocolate.  I’m not kidding.  A TON. Test all the theories about chocolate’s health benefits.  Begin eating at 9 AM and don’t stop ‘til 9 PM. Video tape everything. If you come out alive, post your video on YouTube, and proclaim once and for all that SEX really IS better than chocolate. Everyone will applaud your “no guts, no glory” approach, and you’ll get your 15 minutes of fame. Especially if you video tape the sex part (ha ha!)

·         Get out! Take your single friends to all the dating hot spots.  Smile broadly and toast the freedoms of being single in front of all those ball-n-chainers! You’ve always said you don’t have a chance in hell of meeting the perfect guy anyway.  It’s good to be proven right. You’ll also prove to yourself that you’re fine just as you are!

The end result? Pure satisfaction at being “un-coupled” and a deeper appreciation for freedom and friendship.

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Have a FABULOUSLY FREE weekend everyone! 

Love you people!  Mmmmmphhhuuhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Brand Spanking New… Year

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One little statement. 

If only we could grasp the power of one little statement. 

Think about it.  If someone had intervened – and made a statement of protest – when a little Serbian company (called Zastava) decided it wanted to make cars, and then chose the name Yugo, perhaps they would have come up with an altogether better name – something really cool like Autobahn, or Millennium Cars.  And after such an intervention, just MAYBE that little company would have sold millions of cars in the United States – all because of one little statement like “Uh, hmmm.  That’s kind of a dumb name.”  Who knows?  Maybe they would have gone back into their focus groups.   That’s all I’m sayin’.  Instead the Yugo was voted Car Talk’s worst car of the millennium, and never made it past 1991 in the U.S.  When the plant closed in Yugoslavia, in November 2008, they had only sold a total of 794,428 cars.  (Of course, this is all from Wikipedia.  One can never trust that as a viable source).  But I digress.

I told my girlfriend Brit the name of this post yesterday (Brand Spanking New… Year).  She, being the bright, witty individual that she is, made this little statement, “Isn’t it a little late?” 

Whatever.  I’m not changing my post’s title.  That focus group stuff only works on big companies with no real connection to the real world!  Do you really think I’d succumb to the pressure?  PUHHH-LEEZ.   🙂

If you are new here, welcome!  Happy New Year!  Happy Brand Spanking New Year!  These posts are normally fun, I promise.  But don’t let that scare you away. You may find this one fun, in its own way.  But we, as a collective community, DEFINITELY have a lot of fun here.  Posts tend to be a little flirtatious, flippant, frivolous — anything but ultra-serious.  But today is a little different.  I’ve been away for a while – traveling for the holidays and for business.  My last post was some time ago, and somehow I am back with something that is very important to me – so I am going to address it.  Here.

I realize it’s nearing the END of January, but I’m just getting started in this new year, and from the looks of things, we all need a little mood BOOSTER.   ALREADY!

So, here I – Ms. Cheevious – am coming to the rescue, with not just ONE, but SEVERAL little statements that are meant to remind you of how GOOD you have it, and perhaps provide you that little mood booster and motivator you’ve been looking for.

It’s the New Year, and it is TIME for some house cleaning people!  You know what I mean?  New Year, New Time, New President — and now — it’s time for a New Attitude.

Think about just this:  Every day we get ANOTHER BRAND NEW set of opportunities to make something happen for the better (for ourselves and for others)!

I’m on a mission.  I would love to get a consensus of all you lovely people reading this – but I know better.  Life is short, and busy, and we all get way too many e-mails, text messages, snail-mail, bills, voicemails and every other type of communication (on multiple platforms) – it’s just not right to expect people to take a survey or answer questions in their very valuable spare time. 

So, instead of asking what you think, I am going to take a huge leap here and assume I have the answers.  Did you expect anything else?

So, what happened people? 

What has happened to our overall sense of pride and ambition? 

What is it that caused this overwhelming sense of fear, and worry and dread that seems to have permeated our beautiful country, and why is everyone succumbing to it?  Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about.  It’s so obviously present, you can almost touch and taste it.

What made you lose your nerve – your jutspa – your moxy? 

When did you lose the gumption to be determined to succeed, in spite of or regardless of what your friends, the economy, your co-workers, the DOW is/are doing?

THIS IS AMERICA – remember?  Regardless of what economic state, or what state of mind our country (or the rest of the world, for that matter) is in, this country – THE USA – the land of the free and the home of the brave – is STILL the best country in the world to live in.  I don’t care what other people (even famous celebrities) say or think.  We still have more opportunities, and enjoy the freedom to succeed and become whomever, or whatever we want – whatever we put our minds to – more than anyone in any other country in the world. 

How can we so easily fade and crumble?  Why does it seem like everyone is perpetuating this negativity that is invading our consciousness and our psyches?  It seems you can’t go to coffee, the drug store, stand in line at the grocery store without someone shooting a statement like this out into the air, and into my ears: “Yeah.  They probably won’t be able to hire me. It’s a tough economy! ”  Here I am.  Little ole’ me, minding my own business, trying to remain positive and determined to succeed, and I am being verbally, mentally and emotionally accosted by statements like that on a CONSTANT basis! 

Is it the rising tide of economic doom that floods our airwaves everyday? Or was it simply 2008?  Was 2008 a bad year for you? 

Awe.  I’m so sorry.  Poor Baby.  Get over it.  2008 is gone.  Bye bye. 

Okay – so I may sound like your mom, or my mom – well, hell, SOMEONE’s mom – but I remember the stock market crash of 1987.  Black Monday, October 19th.  Stories started circulating about stock brokers jumping out of their windows when the market crashed.  I was oblivious to the financial consequences, in a sense.  Okay – I was like 22 years old and had no money to put into the stock market. 

I wasn’t oblivious to the worry and fear that laid like a thick blanket over the country, though.  But hey, I was a single mom.  Allowing fear of the stock market crashing and jobs being lost to slow me down or inhibit my ability to provide a nice life for my son was not an option. 

I was in business for myself, and believe me – I started to notice.  I felt the pinch.  It took a while.  It was more like 1988, but my clients started combing over their invoices to see if I just might be over-charging them.  If there was some way to pay me less.  Some of my biggest clients really suffered and eventually even went out of business.  But guess what?  I found a way.  Things changed, and I had to adapt.  I ended up giving that business to one of my employees, and moving on to other things.  But my life went on, and things turned out okay.  I wouldn’t trade those experiences for the world, as hard as they were.  They led me to who I am today – to where I am today.

You’d think with that experience under my belt that I would be telling you a different story today.  You’d think I would be on the side of the gloom and doom that has infiltrated our minds.  I have the right to do it I suppose, if anyone does, because I have been there before.  I lost business over it before.

But I won’t promote those things.  The bad economy and all that entails has absolutely nothing to do with my own personal happiness, success, health or well-being.  It has nothing to do with yours either.

Remember those people from a few paragraphs up – the ones who said “They probably won’t hire me because it’s a bad economy”? I so want to say to them, “Yeah – you’re right.  They probably won’t hire you.  You’ve already decided your fate here. Why WOULD they hire you? Why don’t you just give up and quit talking and bringing everyone else down with you?”  I don’t mean to be harsh – but GEEZ. It isn’t just the economy, people.  WE have something to do with it – with our lousy attitudes, and the things we so readily agree to.

So – okay people.  It’s time for a reality check.

I saw a movie today that reminded me of how good we have it here.  It was based in India.  Those people live in slums.  Real slums.  And yet, they have joy.  They keep going and living, and making a life for themselves.  Sure there is poverty and sickness.  There always is, when humans are involved.

It’s just that I am awaiting the grand entrance of HOPE.  I am waiting with baited breath for the moment in time when we all feel the veil of mental worry lift from our homes, communities, cities and country.  It will be a truly incredible day when we can look back at this time and be glad we stood strong, and didn’t let things bring us down. Better yet, how much better it will be if we now, somehow find the focus, strength and determination to succeed and do exceedingly, abundantly better than ever, in spite of the current situation?  That my friends, is something I plan to do.  At least I’m working on it. 

You can do it too.  And you won’t be alone.  I tend to agree that smart, vivacious, lovely people like yourselves can accomplish anything you put your minds to.  So, do you care to join me?  Let’s conquer this, and move on to bigger and better things.

Love you people!  Mmmmmmphhhuuuhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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