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Anything but Common!

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Okay.  I know I’ve promised to share some juicy tales lately, and have yet to deliver.  But in the craziness of life and travel and too much fun over the past weeks, I ran across a little gem yesterday that I wanted to share with you lovely boys and girls first.  It’s from a website called Daily OM.  And it definitely provides that BREATH of fresh air in terms of perspective!  Enjoy!

Small Gestures Make a Big Difference
Common Courtesy

We often feel that we don’t have the time or energy to extend ourselves to others with the small gestures that compose what we call common courtesy. It sometimes seems that this kind of social awareness belongs to the past, to smaller towns and slower times. Yet, when someone extends this kind of courtesy to us, we always feel touched. Someone who lends a helping hand when we are struggling with our groceries makes an impression because many people just walk right by. Even someone who simply makes the effort to look us in the eye, smile, and greet us properly when entering a room stands out of the crowd. It seems these people carry with them the elegance and grace of another time, and we are always thankful for our contact with them. Common courtesy is a small gesture that makes a big difference.

An essential component of common courtesy is awareness and common sense—looking outside yourself to see when someone needs help or acknowledgment. As a courteous person, you are aware that you are walking into a room full of people or that your waiter has arrived to take your order. Then, awareness leads to action. It is usually quite clear what needs to be done—open the door for the woman holding the baby, move your car up two feet so another person can park behind you, acknowledge your sister’s shy boyfriend with a smile and some conversation, apologize if you bump into someone. A third component is to give courtesy freely, without expecting anything in return. People may not even take notice, much less return the kindness, but you can take heart in the fact that you are creating the kind of world you want to live in with your actions.

When you are out in the world, remember to be aware of others, lend your hand when one is needed, and give this help without an ulterior motive. Through these small actions, you make this world a better place in which to live.

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Wasn’t that lovely, and yet so very true?! 

Sadly, there is ONE thing I take issue with – the fact that they call it “Common Courtesy.”  Courtesy is anything but COMMON!

It is that rare jewel we are pleasantly surprised by — often times when we need it most — and sometimes when we are least deserving.  We stumble upon it if we are lucky enough to be graced by someone who gently wields it, or if we are aware of our surroundings, looking into the world with hope and gratitude.

Like they say “What goes around, comes around.”  This weekend, my pretty people, I’d like to challenge you to become a commoner .  Yep – me – Ms. Cheevious – the very essence of all things uncommon – is asking each and everyone of you  to become a purveyor of “common” courtesy – and do so with grace, kindness and an overall positive attitude.  I promise, if you bestow just one small gesture of kindness upon a perfect stranger, you will shine like no other, and be nothing less than uncommon and priceless.

Have a beautifully common weekend everyone!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmmphhhhuuuuuhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Shake Your Groove Thing

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Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah yeah. 

Show ’em how we do it now!

Hello there you incredibly beautiful, vibrant people!  I trust after my  “Brand Spanking New – Year” post, you’ve had an incredible week, commanding your world.  Am I right?  I certainly hope so!

It has been a FANTASTIC week for me.  And I mean that in the true sense of the word:

Merriam Webster defines the 14th century word, Fantastic as:

1 a: based on fantasy : not real b: conceived or seemingly conceived by unrestrained fancy c: so extreme as to challenge belief : unbelievable ; broadly : exceedingly large or great2: marked by extravagant fantasy or extreme individuality : eccentric3fantastic : excellent , superlative <a fantastic meal>

 

By fantastic – I mean definition “c” above:  My week was so extreme, as to challenge belief. 

Ya’d think that someone who wrote with such conviction about not ascribing to the whole worry and fear campaign sweeping our nation could go on from that and have a phenomenal week – one without drama or circumstance, wouldn’t ya?

The truth is, the drama was mostly within ME.  But hang on a minute with me here.  This story does have a point – and you’ll know why I’m saying to shake your groove thang in a bit. 

It’s not that I had such an unbelievable week.  I had a week of incredible extremes – emotionally. And no, I don’t mean the girly “Do I look fat in this dress?” or “Why don’t you ever tell me you love me?” type of emotional extremes.  Those are girly extremes. I guess I don’t DO girly.  No, for me it was emotional on that same level I warned about last week.  I was extremely worried in one moment, and on top of my game in the next, fearful the next, but happy and content most of the way through.  I woke up not just one morning, but a few mornings with a feeling of incredible fear of what might happen.  I had thoughts that somehow I was not good enough to be where I was financially or professionally, or whatever. That I didn’t deserve my reality, as good as it was, and perhaps the challenges I was facing were deserved, and life as I knew it was about to change.  Everything I thought about was the antithesis of my reality, and of my normal thought patterns. It was stupefying and ridiculous, I know. 

So why would I be singing “Shake Your Groove Thing,” you ask?

All I can say is the one thing I did NOT do was lose my grip on the sense that I am better than “all that.”  On the fact that I know I attract what I want, what I do, what I say, and what I am determined to be.  I really do.  I always have.  I have watched it happen time and time again in my life – almost as though I were watching stop action film footage of the events. 

I knew all along that no matter what I FEEL, I AM the one responsible for what my world has become.  I knew I just needed to continue to stay focused, to put it out there, and to TRULY know it to be true.  I needed to be strong and make things happen.

So when I was faced with my own final challenge this week I did it.  I pulled myself up by my boot straps.  I pumped my brain full of all the things I needed to be armed with.  I surrounded myself with influential people – who would remind me of how to think.  I put my armor on (in my case it was a hot little business suit) and I went in prepared, knowing that everyone involved would be fortunate if I chose to be involved. 

Things went so well – it was everything I could have asked, and more.  So, on Thursday – the day I normally write and send this blog off into cyberspace – I went from tenuous soldier to champion within a matter of hours.  But I tell ya – it feels good to be a champ. 

And THAT, my friends, is why I am saying to “Shake Your Groove Thing!” 

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You are incredible. You are dynamic. And I am thankful for you and your thoughts. 

Have a FANTASTIC (And I don’t mean extreme – unless you want it that way) weekend everyone!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmppphuuuuuuhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Shimmy Shimmy Cocoa Pop, Zucchini on the Top!

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I had quite an eventful week after chatting with you last. 

It started in Tampa, Florida, where I attended a business conference.  It’s also where I successfully fit into THE summer business suit.  Yes, that very suit.  You all know what I’m talking about.  Aside from the fact that THE suit I’m referring to has been the catalyst for this entire series of posts (regarding my urgent quest to shed 11 pounds), it’s also a part of your lives too.  You either own one, or you have something similar hanging in your closet.  It’s that one item that doesn’t look or feel as good as it use to, and yet you continue to store it in your closet.  Why?  Because of the promise of “some day.”

Some day.  We all know that nifty little “catch all” too well, don’t we?  How many times do you plan to do something, or simply envision life a certain way in the future, and yet some how, “some day” eludes even the best of planners? 

When I put MY summer suit on the first time, “some day” was no longer an option.  THE summer suit  precipitated a somewhat frenzied, yet long overdue reversion back to healthy eating habits, with the full intention of not only fitting into, but looking HOT in said suit.  And guess what?  I fit into my suit.  It looked great, and I felt great wearing it.  The shoes – not so much.  But as they say, “Fashion before comfort, baby.”

Welcome to part #263,000,432 of my series on, well, me.  And if I’ve actually fooled you into thinking that, my work here is done.  HA!  You’ve actually entered a place for people to read the stuff of an every-day life enjoyed to the fullest – shaken, not stirred.  And with a twist. It’s a place people come to read each week, because they laugh and they identify, and because we are all a little insane at times. But seriously, I am actually in the midst of a self-imposed weight loss challenge.  I will fill you in on my progress eventually.  So keep reading.  It’s very good, I promise (my weight-loss result, of course).

After writing last week’s blog post I hopped a plane in Tampa and headed to Los Angeles, California.  I am buying a condo in LA, and over this past weekend I hunted like an Amazon for the best deal, in the best neighborhoods.  It was also the day I received a call, with subsequent text messages from a sister I rarely hear from.  I was changing planes, and missed the calls and texts, but my heart leaped into my throat when I saw who it was.  My worst fears entered my mind.  I called my sister immediately to discover that our mom had suffered a stroke. 

It turns out that my mom, although 83, is doing okay. She’s a fighter, I tell ya’. But it was a scary and uncertain couple of days, which when pondered, brought to mind all the most important parts of our lives.  Forgive me if I wax sentimental here for a bit.  I know. For me, this is a stretch.  I found myself remembering my mom as my “mommy” who I loved so much as a kid – and of course, I still do today.  I really, really loved my mom though.  She was my very first best friend.  I called her ad nauseam at work every day after school.  Sometimes I would hear the receptionist say laughingly, before she actually put the phone on hold, “It’s Lisa again!”  But I didn’t care.  I needed to tell my mom what I thought about my walk home from school that day, and how funny something struck me on television, or how Billy Norton ate a grasshopper on the play ground, and “ewe” how gross was that, and whether I hated my homework assignment for the day.  She always listened and laughed and tried to accommodate my need for her over the phone, no matter how busy she was.

I realize now, without a doubt, that I never lost that best friend status with my mom, and even as she approaches the end of her time here on earth – and no one knows when that will be – she could be with us for many more years to come – I will always revere her and think of her as one of my very best of friends, as well as my mother, my nurturer and my very own special mommy.  She has no idea of the grand and beautiful legacy she has built over her lifetime, and I am a proud and very lucky part of that.

My mom was the consummate “hot mom.”  We grew up with incredible images of our mom as a youth – photos proudly displayed around our parents’ business and our home by our dad – of her in her late teens and early twenties, when she looked more beautiful than Rita Hayworth.  We knew that our mom was glamorous, beautiful, talented and incredibly intelligent.  What a role model, eh? 

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She was (and is) also very funny.  While we were growing up, she regularly did things (without meaning to) that cracked each and every one of us kids up.  We had so much fun around our house, we were taught that life was to be enjoyed.  And my mom is responsible for that.  She showed us all how to have fun or to look on the bright side, no matter what the circumstances.  She modeled it for us as well. 

Thinking about my mom like that truly reminds me of being a kid. 

It makes me remember simple things like wanting to learn to jump rope.  My mom took me out to buy one, because she understood. I remember working so hard at it so I could jump in with the other girls on the playground at school as they jumped to all the different chants and rhymes, like this one: 

Down, down baby, down by the rollercoaster,
Sweet, sweet baby, I’ll never let you go,
Shimmy shimmy cocoa pop, shimmy shimmy rock,
I met a girlfriend, a triscuit, she said a triscuit, a biscuit,
Ice cream, soda pop, vanilla on the top, 
Ooh Chelley, walking down the street, ten times a week,
I said it, I meant it, I stole my mamma’s credit,
I’m cool, I’m hot, sock me in the stomach or forget it.

Remember those types of meaningless games we’d play over and over again?  Okay, maybe it was (or is) just me.  But I have to admit, it was a carefree time, in the biggest, truest sense of the word.

And now, I find myself at a loss for funny words to describe my challenges of weight loss this week.  How does one mitigate the seriousness of life, with its very trivialities?  I guess that staying fit and lean, for me is not trivial.  It’s a matter of life or death, and the ability to enjoy that life that is so precious!

This week for me was all about survival, I suppose.  Not in a sad sense, but I just found it challenging to stay awake!  I was exhausted the entire trip!  But I did have some fun in LA, like seeing The Color Purple (INCREDIBLE), and going to the Clipper’s game (thanks, Bill!).

I suffered the usual missteps, like being served regular coffee instead of decaf (BAD thing to do to me), and feeling so shaky and almost hypoglycemic at an airport that I ate an entire large slice of pizza, only to arrive home and eat a giant cinnamon role at Zele Cafe – not to mention eating the remainder of a Cadbury Dairy Milk bar found in freezer when I returned home!  Now that’s WILL POWER  my friend!   

I can, however, leave you with this:  I stuck with it.  I could have hung it up, especially after that big pizza, pastry and chocolate day, and allowed myself a few more days lacking self control, but I didn’t.  I had to make the conscious choice NOT to.  It was also difficult staying on track in strange cities, at hotels and in airports.  I did what I had to do.  I went to the local grocer and bought organic baby carrots, I brought my favorite bite-sized chocolates with me, and I was a complete nuisance to waiters at restaurants (okay – that last one is always true – but I just love making up my own healthy menu item – without butter or oil, please).

I even blamed my hardcore antics on you guys! It was a real convenience, so thanks! Ha ha.  I only used it as a last resort, but I said something like, “Nope.  Can’t have it. I’m on this weight loss challenge with my blog, and I have to report my progress every week.  Sorry!” I know, it’s bad, but hey, whatever works!

My results for this week:

Start Date:  Thursday January 31, 2007
Height: 5′ 5″
Goal: 125 lbs
Beginning weight:  136 lbs
Weight after week 1:  132.5 lbs (02.07.08)
Weight after week 2: 130 lbs (02.14.08)
Weight after week 3: 130 lbs (02.21.08)
Weight after week 4: unknown – no scale! yippee! (02.28.08)
Weight after week 5:  128 lbs (03.06.08)
Net Loss / Gain this week:  – 2.0 YEAH BABY!
TOTAL Net Loss:   8 lbs  WOO HOO!

It just goes to show that persistence pays off.  If you’ve set a goal that seems difficult to achieve, don’t give up.  Keep your focus and stay determined.   You’ll get there. 

So many of you wrote me emails over the last two weeks asking what I am doing to lose the pounds, exactly.  Don’t forget that the first week of my diet is posted on my website for all to see.  Check it out.

Have you instigated your own “challenge” lately?  Are you trying to achieve a goal in an area of your life?  Hit reply to post and talk about it!  Be comfortable in your own skin, and have a wonderful week!

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Krispy Creme and a Bag o’ Chips!

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Okay – so I’m not perfect.  Yep I ate ’em.  I ate an entire single serving bag of Lays Potato Chips and two (count ’em, TWO) Krispy Creme Donuts last night, right before bed.  That doesn’t count the half a bottle of red wine and vodka martini I drank throughout the course of my seven hour evening.  Lesson learned?  Don’t drink and diet. Ha!

If this is your first time stopping by Ms. Cheevious’ blog, welcome.  We’re in the midst of a weight loss challenge.  You’d never know it would you?  This week I am traveling, so the post is brief and to the point – but let’s face it.  It’s all part of the journey.  If you’d like to see how this challenge began, go to the first post in this series:  I’m a Thin, Light, Lean Mean Machine Don’tcha Know? You’ll get an idea of what’s going on in here. It’s mayhem, I tell you. Pure mayhem.

As to my recent reckless indulgence? No excuses.  It was the end to a very tiring week of travel, conferences, and being “on” 24/7.  What made it even more difficult was that my futile attempts at staying on course (which actually were not futile until last night) were met with comments like “You don’t even have anything on you to pinch!” or “You will blow away!”  Which is ridiculous.  I could wrestle any of them to the ground in about three seconds flat and hold them there as long as I wanted – except for that  little thing.  That tiny little morsel of truth that rears its ugly head just before you grab the other person, slam them to the floor and sit on them, holding them there until they cry uncle (I know you are asking how I conjured up such a vivid description, when little ole me could never do something so “manly.” Think Daisy Duke.  It’s in all of us.  Females all have a little Daisy Duke, even if it’s buried under generations of frumpiness).  It’s that eency weency bit of wisdom that stops you and informs you that “they” probably wouldn’t be too into being wrestled to the ground (not that I am.  No really, I’m not. I swear). 

I am writing from the road to say “All is fair in love and war. And healthy eating.”  Some more personal favorites: “Nobody is perfect,” “You never know what’s coming around the corner,” and “Life is What You Make of It.”  Oh, and another great one: “No one gets out of this alive.” How’s that for a golden nugget?

“Nobody is perfect” is important though.  It is not just a little adage for the day, to post over your work station. It’s the truth.  I am certainly not perfect.  Still, I try.  Don’t you stop trying, either.  Let’s all continue in our delusional states, shall we?  Ignorance is Bliss. Okay, enough of the cheesy cliches.

But, when ya’ gotta have that raspberry filled Krispy Creme Donut, even though you NEVER eat them when you are sane, ya’ just gotta have it.  You know what I mean? HA!

I’ll weigh in and resume my pristine, precise and orderly communication next week.  But here is to YOU.  It’s a bumpy road out there with long, winding turns, and only those who can maneuver with finesse will succeed while surviving those twists and turns! You can do this thing called life, and you can do it with incredible success.  I know I can, and will – dammit.  So, enjoy the rest of your week!

xoxo – Ms. Cheevious  

OH!  PS) I lost two more pounds after last week’s post.  I’m sure I gained them back this week, but stay tuned.  I’ll let you know more of how I battled my way into my summer suit and became king of the hill next week.  Also, I’m about to provide my entire eating regime over the last few weeks so you can see how it really comes together!  I’m excited for what’s in store! Again – Here’s to YOU!!

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Wherever You Go, There You Are

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It’s January, 2008, and as the snow dumps at record proportions outside my window in Aspen, Colorado – I am reminded of a little trip I took last fall.  It was just before the first snowfall, when the leaves were still turning gold, and the crisp evening air required lots of layering, warmer sweaters and all the yummy snugly apparel that makes one anticipate the fall.

It all began on Thursday, September 20, 2007, when I packed up my car and headed west to Moab.

No. It’s not in the Middle East, somewhere. The original Moab (or the Moab some may have heard of), circa “old testament” was indeed in the middle east, and those Moabites wreaked havoc on the Israelites.  They were certainly a force to be reckoned with, from what I hear.

Moab, Utah, though it’s historic reputation of being home  and jail  to some surly wild west criminals back in the day may rival that of the middle eastern Moab, is not quite so infamous. These days Moab, Utah is most known for being home to the famous Arches National Park (pictured above), and for being a favorite destination for extreme sports (biking, rock-climbing and hiking) fanatics.  I have a little house there, and though the turning of the leaves that occurs in autumn in Aspen is really something to see and often awe-inspiring, I was ready to get out of Dodge.  The dew on the grass, and the chill in air was enough to scare even hard-core golden leaf fans. I just knew if I didn’t leave, I’d be dealing with the first snowfall, and I wasn’t quite ready to let go of summer!  (How far away and unfathomable that feeling is now, as the snow piles to twelve feet on the side of the road)!

Back then, I had just returned to Aspen from the Santa Barbara coast, with the sheer bliss of the ocean breeze, together with balmy, 75 degree temps and surrounded by REAL bronze tans (with salt-water-pelted skin). And with 80 degree weather still the norm in Moab, getting out of Aspen was something to look forward to!

So, I headed west toward Moab, careful not to miss exit, 182.  Not this time.

You’d think I’d know my way to my own home – even if it is a part-time residence, wouldn’t you?  In my defense, I just love a good road trip. It’s very cathartic for me.  I get some much-needed thinking and problem solving done.  I also day-dream quite a bit, but I’ve learned (the hard way) that there is a certain point on the highway when I really have to pay attention to where I am.  I once ended up in Green River, Utah and hadn’t even realized I’d gone too far!  I pulled off the highway and wondered with awe at the great restaurants and conveniences they’d built since my last trip to Moab, just a few short months ago (I am blond.  I was born that way).  Then I realized I’d gone too far and turned my car around.  I’ve never lived it down, since.  My boyfriend sends friendly reminder text messages to my cell phone, with playful comments like, “Don’t miss 182!” or “Don’t miss the turn!” because of that little jaunt.

But this time, as I drove west toward Moab, I mused about the transition from Colorado into Utah.  It was interesting.  I drove through towns with names like Rifle, Parachute, Silt, and Grand Junction.  Think about it. It definitely can conjure up some wild west sort of images.  Let’s play word association:

Rifle:  guns, hunting, target shooting, pickup trucks and beer with too much time to waste.

Parachute: blue skies, colorful parachutes, extreme sports, paratroopers, wartime, pow, guns.

Silt:  white rock, powdery rock, quarry, middle of nowhere, desolate, target practice, pickup trucks, beer, rifles, guns, hunting.

Grand Junction:  The place where it all comes together.

‘That is soooo Colorado,’ I thought laughingly, as I drove past a “Caution, Eagles on Highway” sign.  ‘No wonder everyone thinks Colorado is full of cowboys and ranchers!’  It is a tough stigma to live down.  Imagine me, Ms. Cheevious at one of the year’s most anticipated parties – lets say an Oscar party in Hollywood (work with me here – I like to dream big). Tom and Katie (tom-kat) compliment my dress, I smile and nod as I walk by and bump into Leo (you know the guy – DiCaprio), who stops me for a hug and asks where I’ve been.  “I moved to Colorado,” I say.  “Colorado? What prompted that decision?” Now, I know in this instance that Leo is patronizing me. He’s choosing his words carefully.  He’s already imagined a gaggle of cattle ranchers, and eco-nazi hunters touring the mountains in their Hummers and gas-guzzling other vehicles, and he is trying to place me in that landscape. I can relate. I LIVE there, and I am still trying to place me in the landscape!

That said, it is incredibly beautiful country. While places like Colorado and Utah may attract hunters, gun aficionados and all manner of cowboy sorts, it also attracts hard-core, serious athletes. The two states combined are probably second to none in providing training ground for world class Olympians.  The hiking, snow sports (skiing, snowboarding, snowshoeing, etc.), rock climbing, biking and more are virtually limitless, and people come from around the world to get a taste. They (Colorado & Utah) also attract their share of authors, writers, painters, sculptures – true artists – those who break away from the mold, and escape the confines or hustle and bustle of civilization in order to create something truly superb.  I think I fall into the latter group.  Yes, I like to imagine I am a true artEEst. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.  I am definitely an artist – but in reality “true” sounds like a heavy commitment.  Let’s not go there.

Anyhow, we (my boyfriend and I) spent the better part of the fall in Moab.  It was incredibly beautiful with space and air and blue skies, and visibility for miles all around us.  The red cliffs that tower hundreds of feet overhead are awesome and intimidating.  What is not to love?  It was a refreshing reprieve from our crowded lives in Aspen.

In spite of all that wonder and amazement, however, I started to get a little stir crazy toward the end of our stay.  I was ready for some social time, some fun cocktail get-togethers and cultural fare. That stuff doesn’t happen in Moab – at least not for me who knows no one.  It was time to get out of there and get my fill of GIRLY time. Shopping, chick-flicks, yoga class and fantastic meals at restaurants that are not closed due to off-season.

I guess my boyfriend got the hint, (maybe it was that banner I hung over his side of the bed that said, “Help me. I’m suffocating in the beautiful scenery.”) Shortly after I started dropping hints, we packed up and returned to Aspen.

So, as I gaze out the window, and the snow continues to fall, I am reminded that we can never get too much of life’s beautiful scenery.  Wherever you go, there you are.  You know what I mean?  Make the most of every day, and above all, stay true to yourself.  You won’t let yourself down.

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Out in the Desert

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This photo taken outside of Moab, UT reflects how I feel about life – especially now –
Life is a journey… and you never know what’s coming around the corner.

 

It’s been a challenging month or so…  I am spending some time in the desert during the Aspen off-season.  It’s a way to prolong summer just a bit, since the summers are so short in the Mountains.

It’s beautiful here, but I’m challenged.  Not by locale, but by working conditions.  It’s the main reason I’ve been away for so long!

In the last month and a half, my website servers crashed, my computer got a virus that sent out emails from my address, thus black-listing me from umpteen mail domains – like AOL, YAHOO, you name it.  I’ve spent the last six weeks explaining why I am not spamming people. Then I backed up everything I thought I needed from my computer, and wiped out my hard drive.  I started from scratch again, and uploaded all the software I needed, to make a new beginning!  THEN – the modem at my house in Moab, Utah crashed.  So, for the last few days I’ve been working from an internet cafe.  Working from home has its benefits, but some days I just wish the “Internet Tech” guy would come to my cubicle and make everything all better.  Ahhh.. some days corporate life seems almost appealing.  Almost.

Then – to make matters worse, I’ve been working on a blog post for far too long.  This was going to be really great, with funny video clips of the beauty of the desert – hiking, silliness, etc…  I took some great footage, and have since LOST my camera!  I cannot find it anywhere!  It has disappeared!

Sorry for my absence folks.  It’s been a tough run!  I’ll write again soon – once I get my head out of the sand!

xoxo – Ms. Cheevious

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