Barbie

1) I’ve never done a post where I number things. Everyone else does it. My turn.

2) First and foremost – in the OTHER NEWS category (not to be confused with unimportant): My boyfriend and I broke up a little over a couple of weeks ago. I suppose it was coming for a long time. Not surprised, are you? As many of you know, I determined I could not live away from the city for the rest of my life, and my man is or was (as it were) a country boy. He is very special and we remain friends as well as business partners, and care very much for each other, but in all fairness to him, I had to let go. He wants and needs a hot outdoorsy chick who can remain by his side in small town America. The jury is still out on whether it was the smartest decision I’ve ever made. It was not something that my Barbie GPS could help me with. It was all about being true to oneself. But, I’m sure you’ll hear more from me on this. Stay tuned.

3) On a lighter note: I met someone new that I like! At first I told RandomEsq (the consummate alias creator) that this guy is British, but reminds me of Tab Hunter – sort of – and if you do not know who Tab Hunter is, I hate you. Random came up with the fantastic alias of Sir Tab, which is very appropriate, even though when I conducted an Internet search on Tab – an actor from the 60’s – there were only cutesy, Beach Blanket Bingo sorts of images. Tab Hunter had the clean-cut look of one of the Beach Boys in their early days. If you don’t know what “Beach Blanket Bingo” or who the Beach Boys are, you’d better look them up, because you are WAY out of it, baby. Everyone should know about these monikers of pop culture.

4) Once I saw the Tab Hunter images, I embarked on another search for who Sir Tab really reminds me of. I figured it out: It’s Dennis Quaid. Sort of. Sir Tab is actually MUCH cuter – blows Dennis out of the water! I suppose if Tab Hunter had ever grown his hair out, he may have even looked sort of Quaid-ish. I considered changing the alias to Sir Quaid, but it sounded too much like QUAALUDE, so I decided against it. Sir Tab is a hottie, with some incredible lips, I must say.

Here’s a shot of Tab Hunter – the hottie. But this image is just a little too far off from Sir Tab. Sir Tab has some ruggedness to his looks. Though it looks like Tab has some luscious lips here – so there are some definite correlations. heh heh

Here’s an idea of what Tab would’ve looked like with more hair. Well, maybe not (okay – I’m not Rembrandt). He kinda sort of looks like a Chia Pet. HA! But, with longer hair, Sir Tab might actually be compared to him. Ya think?

This better depicts Sir Tab – I think. Not to say that he doesn’t have his own unique, wonderful look. But based on this, one could surmise that he’s cute, eh?

5) I still haven’t got even a tinge of desire to upload the video footage from my appearance on Entertainment Tonight. It was an ABOUT FACE sort of thing, any way – if you know what I mean – laser treatment and all. The footage I have is from an apparent shorter version than what was finally aired after its initial debute. I hear the full-length version is better, and am waiting to see it. Once I do, I will get around to uploading it some day, in which case I will include the video footage here for you as well! (SCARY)

So – Welcome to the very first LIST edition of Ms. Cheevious – Enjoying every moment. If you are new here, welcome. I am so very glad you are here, and honored you chose to stop by. We have a FABULOUS time in here, dahhhhling!

And now, my friends, I am off! There are soooo many people to do and things to see. Strike that. Reverse it. (Anyone remember where that line came from?? First person to recall is guaranteed to never have their personal stories appear in my blog. Hee hee.)

As always, have a fantastic weekend, and enjoy EVERY SINGLE MOMENT!

Love you people! Mmmmmmphhhuuuhhhhh! xoxo
Ms. Cheevious

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You know, when I first heard that saying “Shrimp on the Barbie,” it actually conjured up images of a Barbie Doll with a piece of shrimp on it. I’m sure there are psychological implications to this, especially given my deviant nature at times, but suffice it to say, once I thought of that saying (don’t ask me how on earth I thought of “Shrimp on the Barbie” after lying in a bed of Kleenex, having sneezed and coughed for the past eighteen hours. Perhaps it was a drug induced hallucination of Barbies and shrimp dancing around my brain, or maybe it’s just because I LOVE Barbie. I think Mattel should create a Barbie GPS. One that is pink and says things I can relate to, like “Time to stop and apply lip gloss!” or “No! Don’t go down there! You’ll get mud on your Jimmy Choos!” ), my mind went on a rabbit trail from there. It took me to thoughts of my Memorial Day Weekend. It was my first holiday weekend since moving into my new condo in Los Angeles.

One of my best friends (the one who is an on-air personality on national television – the one I can’t mention here – ha ha) was in town from New York, and we planned a little soire at a mutual friend’s house. Okay – not just any house – and not just any friend. He’s pretty cute too (always a bonus) and a perfect host. This friend’s house is up in the hills of Beverly Hills and has a panoramic view of Los Angeles from its pristinely landscaped back yard. This view can be seen while sipping Pina Coladas in the hot tub, lounging near the pool, or from any point in the back yard. Not only can you see a spectacular array of city lights on a clear night, but you can see some of the elaborate mansions on the rolling hills across the way. As I scanned the breathtaking view on that night I couldn’t help but wonder what each of the members of these households were up to in that very moment. Were celebrities afoot, hobnobbing and congratulating each other on their latest projects as they sampled the latest and greatest Wolfgang Puck fare? Were they welcoming friends and family for a little shrimp on the barbie and some delicious daiquiris?

Here is our host’s pad. Very nice place.
The photo, taken by our mutual friend, doesn’t do justice to the view, but you get the picture.

Or could it be that the most likely scene in this belly of affluence was that of a desolate housewife sitting alone in her bathrobe, smoking cigarettes on her balcony looking at the fantastic view her world has created for her, only to also create a husband whose hunger for status, success and an unhealthy appetite for celebrity leads him astray time and again with every next top model or actress – or even actor?

I allowed my mind to go to this dark and very real place for some in Tinsel Town for only a moment, before it was so pleasantly interrupted by a delicious Malibu Rum and diet Coke offered by my adorable host. ‘Ahh, Malibu’ I sighed with relief. Not only was I relishing in the rum, but thoughts of the beach, the ocean’s waves in all their majesty, and the burnt orange and fuchsia sunsets so beautifully crafted by the unique attributes of Southern California’s carbon footprint. It may not be paradise to some, but I do love the landscape here, even with all the faults so many are quick to point out.

So, anyway. I got to the party a little in the dark as to what we’d be cooking up. My girlfriend said she had it covered, so I showed up in time to help get things going. This friend of ours is a total bachelor. It’s almost criminal for such a magnificent kitchen, complete with indoor grille and all the accoutrements for fabulous culinary creations, to belong to a bachelor who doesn’t even cook. I tried not to drool as I prepped the lettuce and tomatoes for the burgers. He is so much the stereotypical male bachelor, too. Poor guy. He told the story of how he’d been in the house for almost ten years, when his parents came for the holidays recently. His mom went to cook a holiday dinner only to find the oven did not work. “Please tell me you have used this oven before,” he mimicked his mother’s disdain over his pathetic bachelor state. Of course he hadn’t. As a matter of fact, he even expected my friend and I to actually do the grilling for our little group. This is where I stepped in. I protested that idea vehemently. I am a little traditional, in the sense of male and female roles. Go figure. Me, the jet-set, marketing and PR professional, who actually likes to be valued and cherished, and treated special! As traditional as I am, I don’t go so far back to the golden olden days, that I am willing to carry buckets of water from the well, or worse yet, light the grille and flip the burgers. In my book, that’s where the men take over. Either that, or I stay inside and use the fancy indoor grille, which works just fine as well. Once the guys took charge of the burgers on the outdoor grille, we were all set.

So, do you think it’s outrageous that I am actually so old fashioned? Listen, I am all for being liberated, and we all know I’ve exercised that liberation on more than one occasion (in many fun and interesting ways!) Even though I am strong and able, I LIKE a man to take over when things intimidate me, or seem bigger than me. Or if I cry. Ha ha. I LOVE to defer to my man. I suppose it could be construed as a bit of a double standard. I want to be treated special, like a precious commodity. I also want to do what makes me happy when I want. But doesn’t everyone? I want to be able to take off the Paris if I’m so inclined. Of course, if I am with someone, I most certainly want them to come along, but I am not opposed to seeking adventure on my own once in a while, too. The latter tends to intimidate, or infuriate men. They can’t seem to wrap their mind around the concept that a strong independent, intelligent woman is deserving of being cherished, loved and treated like they (the men) are so lucky to be with them. Is that so much to ask? Like Sheryl Crow says, “Lie to me. I promise I’ll believe.” Just make me believe I am precious. Dammit. ha ha! You know, growing up, my family called me Super Brat. Then a little later a brother-in-law elevated the title to Wonder Brat. It was a compliment. I truly believe my family sat back with jaws on the floor at the way my life unfolded. HA!

I’m really not a brat. I just know what I want. Right now, I’d like to be able to stop the coughing and sneezing. I want to go for an exhilerating hike or bike ride. I could even love the hot tub right about now. But alas, I must get back to work!

So, I went from Shrimp on the Barbie (and all that implies) to the lifestyles of the rich and famous (or not), and then ended with an analysis of – ME (albeit distorted and just-as-drug-induced as my Barbie hallucinations.) How utterly apropos.

I am in Aspen this week, and will be in Vegas for next week’s post. THAT will be fun! I received the footage from my underwhelming appearance on Entertainment Tonight, and still haven’t decided whether I will post it or not. More later on that. Perhaps next week I’ll chat about my escapades at Book Expo. Or not. Regardless, it’ll be GOOD.

Have a great weekend everyone!

xoxo – or as an old boyfriend use to say “mmmmmphhhuuuhhhh!”
Ms. Cheevious

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Here is our host’s pad. Very nice place. The photo, taken by our mutual friend, doesn’t do justice to the view, but you get the picture.

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Here is our host’s pad. Very nice place.
The photo, taken by our mutual friend, doesn’t do justice to the view, but you get the picture.