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Here’s something BIG

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HERE’S SOMETHING BIG

 

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Last week I promised I would get back to posting daily articles here. But time flies, dammit.

Has it really almost been a week?

Okay that is IT!

No more scarcity of posts people. Watch me light my keyboard on fire.

No really. Watch.

I would say I’m sitting here at my desk this lovely Saturday night writing and posting articles with the unwavering focus and determination of a Tomahawk cruise missile, but it’s more like I’m in college cramming all twenty-one chapters in for the final exam on Monday. But I digress.

Last week I eluded to BIG NEWS that would give you insight into my lack of posts. I won’t keep you waiting any longer.

You guys, M.C. Nugget and I made things official last Monday!

TA-DAHHHHH! 

 

Yep. We did it!  The man who never gave a copy of his apartment key to any gal before he met me, is now not only in a relationship with me, nope. I don’t just have a key and happen to keep most of my clothes at his place, no. We are now…  (mwahahahahaha) .…

DOMESTIC PARTNERS!

You thought I was going to use the big M word didn’t you? I’m not opposed to marriage you guys, but that wasn’t going to happen like this. No, only a DP situation would be appropriate for this kind of shotgun stunt to save our beach palace.

You see, we chose to go this route because his landlady was threatening eviction, stating I’d been Nuggie’s “illegal roommate” which conflicted with his lease. But we soon learned that in the city of Santa Monica it is unlawful to evict someone who is in a Domestic Partnership or Husband/Wife.

So guess who marched over to the steps of City Hall on Monday morning before they opened to say “SIGN US UP?”

“But I thought domestic partnerships were only for gay people,” you say? Well, apparently not.

The best thing I heard during all of this was from my good friend Gecko down in San Diego who asked, “So do we throw you a reception or something?”  No, Gecko, we do not.  But thank you for thinking of it. I’m just kinda loving this official status with my NUGGET. Now that is something BIG.

 

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Here we are, the first people at the Santa Monica City Clerk’s Office on Monday Morning. Awe…
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The clerk was nice enough to snap a shot of the newly partnered Domestics… See how clever we were with our rings?
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Love me a little Sepiatone photo, because Nuggie looks so good this way. But there it is – our little City Hall behind us.
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And here is the photo you’ve all been waiting for: Our Domestic Partner rings on our index fingers!

 

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It’s no longer known as the breakup meal

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I absolutely love to cook. And not in that, “Yeah… I’ll whip you up some scrambled eggs,” kind of “love to cook” way, either. Sure, I can make all of the basics and I often do, but I am a pretty good cook. I am thrilled to pieces when I’m dining at my favorite restaurant and experience something so incredibly delicious that I want to recreate it in my kitchen.

I do this often.

Often it works out exactly as I’d hoped. Sometimes it’s not so great, and still other times, I exceed my own expectations and am personally wowed. That’s when I pat myself on the back and proceed to forget everything I did to create the magic.

But it’s no small task recreating things you’ve had at one time in a great restaurant.  You’ve got to possess some incredibly resilient taste buds with some kind of elephant memory or something.

On the other hand, it’s totally possible to wow the people you are feeding, without going all Julia Child on them. If you’ve been reading my blogs for a while, you should know this by now: If there is an easy way, I’m going to find it and do it, if I’m not already doing it.

Here’s a hint: This “wowing” is accomplished by cheating.

I do this often (also no surprise). Especially when I’m hungry and I run across an item that will provide me the “cheat” I’m looking for.

This brings me to the other day.

When I came home to cook dinner, I’d been at the market hungry and feeling creative.  The plan was to make really great stir fry, but I just wanted a little something extra. I’d perused the aisles and came across frozen Chicken Shui Mai.

Do you know what this is, you guys?  It’s a little wonton shaped food icon (if food possesses a weird shape, it’s a food icon, like the little twitter bird icon or the little man for “readit”).

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These are Chicken Shui Mai icons.

 

Shui Mai is like a dumpling of YUMMINESS. And the frozen variety usually comes with dipping sauce (I highly recommend it from Trader Joe’s). Ignoring the directions on the package, because, hey – I’ve eaten this stuff. I’ve got this – I whipped out my skillet and sautéed those babies with fresh onion and garlic, a little salt and pepper… It wasn’t long before it was ready to present.

When I brought it out, announcing the Chicken Shui Mail to M.C. Nugget he asked, “Wow! What brings this on?”

Pause…

“Is this the breakup meal?“

I laughed. The guy cracks me up. I can’t help it.

“No seriously! You know what they say… Chicken Shui Mai and it’s all over…”

Okay. This KILLED me! I was laughing, but I promised to stop making it.

…..

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It’s no longer known as the breakup meal.

It’s been requested for next Tuesday.

 

 

Image credit: http://rasamalaysia.com/recipe-chicken-shu-mai-siu-mai/

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Here’s what we’ll call ourselves

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Hey, do you remember the time I told you how my rote memory was going, and I almost went to the bathroom while my sexy undies were still on? Lord knows you should. It was only yesterday. Hey, I don’t blame you if you don’t remember. You should know it’s a personal rule for me to always answer no first and correct myself later when asked these types of questions. It’s safer.

You wouldn’t be out of line to question what this has to do with the smokin’ hot image of Victoria & David Beckham here. You’re extremely clever. But I’ll give you my reason very soon. I promise.

Where were we?  My rote memory was shot…

But I have to apologize before continuing because I withheld an important piece of information from you when I relayed that story. So there was that thing… the almost tinkling in a perfectly lovely pair of undies thing. And then there was this: A little while later I showed up A DAY EARLY to my prospective literary agent’s backyard barbecue.

The list of things which ruffle my feathers may elude you, because I don’t always share what really gets my goat (crosses fingers behind back). But watch me schlep my primped, made up, dressed up and fussed over bohiney into the “city” (because more than a mile east of the beach is the city) for an affair that requires I wear anything other than my pajamas or my workout clothes, A DAY EARLY, and suddenly I’m doing a BIG REVEAL:

FEATHERS SUFFICIENTLY RUFFLED.

Even worse is the fact that I couldn’t proclaim as I’d always envisioned in moments like this “Heads Will Roll.” These proclamations are no good to ones self. And my head rolling around is not on the other list. You know, the bucket list. So, that was out.

Nuggie and I looked fabulous too, all summery and coiffed, bearing one of my famously beautiful salads.

Fab Salad

When my agent’s husband answered the door with, “You’re a day early,” I thought he had a very dry sense of humor.

I was wrong.

So, we laughed and joked, and I amazed myself with just how GREAT I am at throwing out statements to make everyone else feel better in an awkward moment. I rattled off with turrets-like finesse something like “Thank GOD we had the wrong day. We weren’t going to be able to stay long because of three other parties we have to go to!”

I’d like to stop here to remind you of an important thing:  When I die, if you come to my funeral, you can now stand up and say “She was an incredibly talented liar, but she used her talents for good.”

My agent (and I call her that, because you know, mind over matter) was very kind and said we looked so fabulous, and even asked us to wear the same thing the next day.

When we showed up in pretty much the same clothes the next day, we were having a ball meeting an entirely different group of people…

But then it happened.

Not one or two, but three separate people asked basically the same question about Nuggie and I.

It went something like this:

Are you two married?

Oh no, we’re not…

Ahhh… Are you together? How long have you been together?

Five years… We live together.

So, what are you to each other?

  – OR – What do you call yourselves?

We’re dating

 – OR – We’re boyfriend and girlfriend

To which came a reply something like this: 

Dahhhhling, if you live together you are no longer “dating” are you?

   – OR – Boyfriend and girlfriend is for children, isn’t it?  

 

So the polite versions of Nuggie and I (as opposed to the fun-loving, sarcastic, tipsy versions we prefer in these instances) obliged our new friends with talk of terminology:  life-partners, domestic partners, the “ers” of the day.

I feel like we missed an opportunity.

We were at this party for the SECOND time and we couldn’t come back with something clever.

Next time, I’m going to open up the vaults and tell them what I should have said all along:  “We’re LOVE SLAVES….

CO-love slaves.”

(THIS IS WHERE I tell you the reason for using the sexy photo of Victoria and David Beckham above)

And that’s not too far from the truth. Ask Nuggie how often I call him “the boss of me.” He accepts the position with pride.

 

 

 

Resolution-Based Date Ideas for 2013

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This is going to be brief (not). We are far too busy during the holidays to sit around reading random posts by aspiring writers (even if they’ve just published a book on Amazon for Kindle – oh yeah… uh huh…). But I wanted to get this off to you quickly… before the Hanukkah and Christmas decorations were yanked off the walls and the New Year’s Eve celebrations and the endless professions of New Year’s Resolutions began.

You know, I’m not much on making resolutions. I’ve got enough lists of things to do, one of which is my list of lifelong and short-term goals. I am so damn goal-oriented, I get overwhelmed looking at how long my list of goals has become.

That said, I’m not living under a rock, and I see your tweets and Facebook posts. I see what you share with me in your circles. I realize everyone is thinking in these last few days of the year about New Year’s Resolutions.

So I’m going to provide you my giant list of Goals or Resolutions for the coming year (there are two), and I’m double-timing the list. It will also serve as a list of great date ideas for you and any significant other you choose, or happen to be with, in 2013. I love killing two birds with one stone. So instead of hitting the Hot or Not or Tinder app you single wild-things, try THIS. And this first one might feel a little harsh, but that’s what resolutions are for.

1. CLEANSE THE CRAP AWAY.

My Resolution: This past year I went through a TON of crap, surgically, physically, mentally, emotionally… you name it. I also have deep emotions about food and booze. I’m in love with both of them. It’s a sordid love triangle. If I need to feel the love, I allow myself more indulgence than is generally necessary. So, come January, (after the New Year’s holiday travel), I’ll be lean, and dry, eating organically as much as possible, and drinking all non-alcoholic beverages. I plan to do this for at least a month. Stay tuned on that.

Your Date: Similar to me, many of you have experienced your own share of CRAP. Only yours may have been with the opposite sex. If that is the case, do a cleansing ritual of your own (perhaps burn their names on little tiny pieces of paper and send their ashes down the toilet). Then do us all a favor (yourself mostly) and vow to have a closed door policy on your life, would you? At least in regard to Mr. or Ms. Charming. Unless he or she does what they should to be granted admittance, don’t let that door creak open. Trust me. You’ll be surprised and delighted. Once you are surprised and delighted, let them in, and you can continue the cleansing as follows:

Take a BATH together baby. You and your date should seek out a cool bath house, a hot springs spa, outdoor pools, or simply fill the backyard (or indoor) Jacuzzi! Then jump in and enjoy. Bring the strawberries and wine or champagne. Just because I am abstaining from alcohol, doesn’t mean you must.

Awesome pools for skinny dipping

2. EXERCISE FREQUENTLY.

My Resolution:  For the same reasons listed above, my daily workout regimen has suffered greatly. I’m feeling more these days like a bobble-body than a svelte, lean, mean fighting machine (which I vehemently prefer). Play time is OVER. Time to get back to it, and at LEAST 3 times per week, at that. This starts the same time as the cleansing.  Yes.  It’s on. (And yes, I will probably be doing my yoga practice which is in my new book on Amazon — yeeeeee!!!!)

Your Date:  We could figuratively go to a wide array of places with this one… have sex frequently (I love that one), go to the gym together… But how about you go out for a long walk or hike? Next time, ride bikes. Don’t own one? Take a drive to the nearest bike-friendly location and rent them for the day. If bikes aren’t your thing, there are any number of alternatives: roller skating, blading, skateboarding, exercise your mind playing chess in the park. Pick an exercise and do it together!

Just be Active!

That’s all I got for ya‘.  I told you it would be brief.  Now, if you are so inclined, I’d love for you to find my books on Amazon for the Kindle, Kindle Fire and Kindle Fire HD.  Don’t have a Kindle? It’s okay! Amazon has a free Kindle Reader for your computer.  Click here to see my books, and if you choose to purchase one for a buck, ninety-nine, there should be an option to download Kindle for PC or Mac.

Have a beautiful, fun, safe New Year’s Eve celebration lovely ladies and gentlemen!  I’ll be in touch very soon!

#MomFactor: If you’re a single mom, all of the above applies to you. And I MEAN THAT. Get out there and date, lady! If you aren’t single, get out there with your significant other and DATE lady!

Single RULES in 2010

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

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So…  here goes…

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, fill us in.  How’d it go?

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

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

AMEN TO THAT.

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

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

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

Get it?

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

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmmphhhhuhhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Sir Tab, Dennis Quaid, Face-Offs and Other News

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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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