1. Fred the Wonder Chicken and I were talking about Paul Newman and how his death was such a great loss to our world.
Me: He was such a solid guy. He and his wife were married for so long.
FWC: Yeah. You know he was the one who coined the phrase, “Why go out for hamburger, when you have steak at home? He was a great man.”
Me: It’s so true, though.
~PAUSE~
Me: But – it’s okay to bring a little shrimp home once in a while isn’t it?
FWC: (Choked up) Your gonna’ make me cry, now.
FWC & Ms. Cheevious Talk About Paul Newman
Here, FWC is revealed for the first time. In an earlier shot, I asked the question, “Which one is Fred?” as two chickens were present. Now the whole world knows. Sorry Fred!
2. Of course, I had to qualify the shrimp statement by saying ”I’m ALWAYS the steak.” And now that I am on the subject, let me just say, this is not something I’ve ever even done before. So, you old-school types can rest easy. I just pride myself in being open to new things, and well – I have a deep appreciation for beauty in women – and wow – there is a lot of it out there! So there you have it! I’m not crossing over to the other side or anything – just expressing myself. Besides, FWC brings out those quick-witted responses in me. He is so freakin’ hilarious, I can’t help myself! Plus – remember – Ms. Cheevious NEVER says anything she doesn’t mean. And hey – I mean it. I really like shrimp!
3. FWC quickly allayed my dire need to explain myself and be understood by saying, “I get it baby! Surf and Turf all the way!”
4. A few days later, I was making my Asian Spring rolls for FWC at my house. I had the mixture in the pan when he walked in and said with a happy voice, “Awe! You made shrimp!” and laughed. My Spring rolls, coincidentally, contain shrimp. “Of course I did!” I said, without missing a beat.
5. We were at a party another time after that, where a gal and I were having a good time dancing together. I think she was very serious about me – as opposed to me – I just love to play and have fun. She approached FWC, who exchanged a few words with her. Later, I said to him, “Just remember: I am always the STEAK.” He hugged me warmly and said, “You are ALL STEAK, baby.” Awe. A man after my own heart – calling me steak. He’s so romantic!
6. At the same party was a very cool couple – who I am pretty sure also liked me in that special way. I said to FWC, “Don’t they know I am always the steak? I can never be the shrimp?”
With that, I will leave you my pretties. Stay tuned next week when I think I will talk about a little dinner party with Spyglass and company (I haven’t decided yet. Who knows what it’ll be? I may even surprise myself!).
Have a beautiful, lovely weekend everyone!
Love you people!!! Mmmmmppphhhuuuuhhhhh!!!
xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
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1. I know what it’s like to feel caught in the middle of someone else’s fight. Yup, me. Ms. Cheevious. I actually witnessed a real fight – well it wasn’t really full-on fisticuffs, because it was between my dear friends (a couple that I love like family) – although, I realize fisticuffs isn’t out of the question. But they found out a little over two weeks ago that they have to move to NYC because “he” got a soap opera gig in NYC. So, things have been a little tense. To say the least. The “she” of the couple had her share of problems getting organized and well, let’s just say that I was there to witness the Chernobyl of Venice Beach. Not fun. Funny how the human spirit can be so determined to make it through life’s difficulties, though. And thank god. The next morning I fully expected to be searching for my friends’ remains among the ashes, but no. It was business as usual at “moving central.” Go figure. In the midst of it, I didn’t handle it well, people. I’m glad for the ability to cry, because when you need to – hey – you need to. I don’t know about them, but godddd it was good to let it out. HA!
2. This week I’ve been helping these same friends (Ricky & Lucy) pack up their place. They are leaving this Sunday. Not only am I torn up about that, because I’m going to miss them TERRIBLY (plus, they lived in Venice Beach, and um, excuuuuuse me, but where am I going to store my beach cruiser now???).
3. At the same time they are leaving to NYC, my friend Britt is moving back here from NYC! YAY! I am so happy about that! So, I figure it is a trade off. Ricky & Lucy – for Britt! Ha ha! Okay – no one can replace Ricky & Lucy, but Britt coming here (and she will live with me for a few months until she gets settled) will make their moving away a bit easier. Besides, I’ve already booked my flights to NY for November, December, January, and –
4. In addition to a crazy, busy work schedule, and helping Ricky & Lucy pack their home, I am throwing them a going away bash at my place this weekend. Well, Fred the Wonder Chicken and I are throwing it. Him, me, Ricky, Lucy and a about a hundred of their closest friends. Yes, call in the men with white jackets now. I’m thinking a padded room is sounding pretty nice right about now. heh heh
5. This week of Yom Kipur I decided to reflect as well (though I am not Jewish). We throw ourselves into the fire with the demands we place on ourselves – our careers and professional pursuits, keeping up our homes, taking care of loved ones and friends, nurturing and working through meaningful relationships, and all the menial responsibilities of life – not to mention the time we need to recharge and actually enjoy the world we’ve created for ourselves! Then we wonder why we feel the singe of the flames! Ha! I’ll tell you why! Because life can be tough. How’s that for a golden nugget of wisdom? Not only that, but that same fire can burn warm and sweet and remind us of how truly AWESOME life can be.
Well, what do you know? I’m done for this week!! Can you believe it people? Have a really great weekend, and if I come out ALIVE, I’ll send up a smoke signal!
Love you people! Mmmmmmmphhhuuuuhhhhhh!
xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
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I spent a few days in Aspen, Colorado on business a couple of weeks ago. You remember. I mentioned that I was off to Aspen, and you all thought I was living the jet-set life! Ring a Bell? Leave it to me to exploit every single day-in-the-life experience as yet another facet of my all-too-glamorous life. I’m good like that. But it was really great to get back there and exercise, hike the Maroon Bells, and realize I’d not lost all my lung capacity by moving to sea level in Los Angeles!
Well, there is so much to this particular Aspen trip, I can’t possibly tell the whole story here – BUT – there was ONE incident that is just too priceless NOT to tell.
If you are new here – look out baby. Things are about to get CRAZY. Glad to have you – but hang on to your hats! It’s going to be a fun ride!
So, I showed up at the Aspen Meadows resort bright and early on Monday morning, prepared for a productive week of meetings. I was there for some in-depth training offered by a marketing and PR client of mine. I don’t usually attend trainings offered by my clients, but this particular client teaches a business practice that is very intense and heady. So, basically, it was important for me to dive in head first, learn the process, and participate in the practicum in order to promote the client effectively. Makes sense, right?
Now, let me set this up for you just a bit:
I’ve been to a few of these week-long training sessions offered by the same client, but I’d never been an actual participant until that week. It happened to be the very same week that my client’s brand new Chief Operating Officer (I’ll call him Mr. Motley – you’ll see why in a bit) decided to come to the training as well.
Needless to say, there was an air of – how shall I say it – trepidation? caution? fear? among my client’s team members, because of this new guy’s presence. It was interesting to watch. Of course, I was seated right next to the guy all day in the meetings.
I quickly decided (dopey me), that there was nothing to fear from Mr. Motley. He seemed so cool, funny, and harmless enough. He was from the same town my client (the CEO) was from. His wife was friends with a friend of mine in that same town in Florida. He also had a wicked-smart sense of humor. I learned that pretty quickly. I liked him!
So, back to that first Monday.
Since I’d been to a few of these sessions, many of the resort staff recognized me as “staff.” I made a point of smiling at the resort staff and saying hello. I stopped each of them and asked how they’d been, how their summer was, etc.
Hey. It’s not weird. I use to work for a 5 star hotel. I felt a certain camaraderie with these peeps – like we were part of a secret little hotel-workers club.
Apparently, one of them (I’ll call him Tall Dark & Handsome – “TDH”) was actually new, and I’d mistaken him for our regular event manager. (Hey – he had dark hair – how was I to know)!? Needless to say, he didn’t know who I was. I soon learned that he was pretty glad I’d been so friendly.
Later that afternoon, I left our meeting room in search of a cold Diet Coke. You know? On a side note: that kind of thing gets me into trouble time and again! I go out looking for chocolate or coffee, and come back with cocktails, and a bachelor party of guys or something. Okay – that only happened once, at a bar in Hollywood, but it happens, you know? When you LEAST expect it! I’m sure that’s a major reason why my single girlfriends love me! I’m just social like that.
So, as I walked down the corridor, I saw TDH walking toward me. I smiled as we made eye contact, and as I got closer to him, said “Are you the one that can give me a cold Diet Coke?” He smiled and said, “That’s me! Come with me,” as he stepped into the employee kitchen.
Suddenly, he appeared nervous or sick to his stomach or something. As I waited for him to hand me the beverage, he paused, looked at me, took a deep breath and said as he stuck his hand out to shake mine, “Hi” he said, “I’m TDH.” As I shook his hand, and looked into his eyes, I said, “Hi TDH! I’m Ms. Cheevious!” (of course, we used our real names, people. Try and keep up, would you)!?
Anyhow, as I shook his hand, I noticed a strange object in his hand. In my mind, as I was smiling and making nicey nice, I was also trying to make out what it was in his hand. Some sort of weird, stiff band-aid? I didn’t know! But my brain quickly calculated that it definitely needed to STAY in his hand. So it did.
He handed me a luke-warm Diet Coke, and looked like he was going to vomit. “Here” he said as he shoved the object into my hands, now short of breath. It was a little piece of paper, that apparently he’d spent some time writing with the hope of this very meeting. It had his name and a phone number written on it, with a little heart and an arrow through it.
So. I am blond. Have I told you that?
I still had a smile on my face from speaking to him, and being glad to safely deliver the weird band-aid thing back into his hands in one piece, when he shoved that thing my way.
It looked like this (I’ve changed it to protect the innocent – hee hee):
I looked at it. I looked at him. My smile was fading – and not because I didn’t want to smile – but I was now concentrating really hard, and obviously very confused – plus, it was super hard to smile and concentrate like that at the same time. Then I said, “Is this your number?“
DUH. I’m surprised I have ever been able to get a date in my life. WHAT THE HECK DID I THINK IT WAS?
The poor guy looked green, I kid you not! He said, “Yes.” As he hyperventilated, and I quickly said, “Thank you so much!” and headed back to my meeting.
I sat back down next to Mr. Motley. We’d already bonded on the humor level, so at the very next break, I told him what just happened.
I know what you are thinking. How heartless of me! That poor guy was taking a risk, and here I was joking about him to my coworkers.
It wasn’t that at all. I was actually joking at my own expense. I’d been so befuddled by the whole experience, I thought it was hilarious that I was such a dimwit and didn’t know the guy was trying to hit on me!
Granted – he took great risk to do this. He could have been fired if anyone knew he did that, yet he chose to do it anyway. Ahhh. To be young again, and not care if you lose your job for love. He WAS young too. I wasn’t sure at this point, but on further analysis (throughout the rest of the day, as I really tried to get a good look) I determined he must be about 23 or something. He looked sort of like Orlando Bloom, with a very nice, muscular body.
He was probably about 6’0′ at least, since he still towered over me, even though I wore my five inch wedgy heels that day.
Anyhow, as the day wore on I suffered my share of jokes from the rest of the team, who’d learned the story of poor TDH and his failed attempt at getting a date with me.
At one point in the afternoon, I sat down, and even though I’d put TDH’s paper in my leather portfolio, there it was again, next to my papers.
I looked again, however, and realized it had a familiar area code – much like my girlfriend’s in Florida. Okay – so this is where I am SMART people! I am QUICK. I looked at Mr. Motley and said, “This is YOU, ya big goof!” And try as he may to maintain a straight face, he caved pretty quickly and fessed up to his plot.
“I was just WAITING to get a drunken phone call from you at 2:30 in the morning — ‘Hey… (hiccup) TDH? This is Ms. Cheevious…(hiccup)! What are you (hiccup) doing?’”
“HA HA” I said, with my best motherly tone. “I outsmarted you!”
But I have to say I laughed at that (a LOT) and filed it away so I could use it on someone else some other day! hee hee
Fast-forward to that evening. Remember it was opening day of these meetings. It just so happened that Stealth (you’ve heard about him in my “Forget the Love Guru” post), was in Aspen at the same time as me. He drove out from Utah to meet with some of his own clients and see me. Since he works with this same client as well, he came to our cocktail reception the first evening.
We walked into Aspen’s Social - a very cool, hip tappas place, owned by one of my very good friends, Deedee (also not her real name, but I suppose you could look her up! ha ha!). My friend and client (the CEO) walked in, with Mr. Motley not far behind him. Mr. Motley didn’t know who Stealth was, so he motioned for me to meet him at the top of the stairs by the entrance.
I excused myself from Stealth and my client, and walked over to Motley.
“Have you been playing a joke with me?” he asked.
“Why? What do you mean?” I asked.
“You have been, haven’t you” he said searching my expression. “You’ve been texting me, haven’t you?”
“No, I don’t know your number. I promise. Why?” I asked. Then it hit me. “Oh Nooooo!” I said with a laugh. “DON’T TELL ME – TDH has been texting you?”
Mr. Motley proceeded to show me a series of texts. “Ms. Cheevious is this your cell? Is this you?” With Mr. Motley’s answers to the contrary.
“No way. He has not. It’s been you, hasn’t it. Just admit it.” He said. “How would he know how to text me?” He asked.
“BECAUSE! We left that “JOKE” little piece of paper – remember? The one that had YOUR number on it! He must have thought that IIIII wrote one out, and left it behind for him to find! Since it didn’t have HIS number on it, he assumed it was MINE!” I laughed so hard, I almost choked on my cocktail. But I must admit it felt pretty damn good after being such a blondie about the whole situation, to piece this one together so quickly.
“NO WAY!” Motley said.
I left him standing there, scratching his head and went to tell my client and Stealth the hilarious story. My client thought it was hysterical, and said laughingly, “Serves him right.”
Okay – so where does that leave us?
1) I had a great time in Aspen. I got to exercise a few times in the mornings, went on an INCREDIBLE hike at the Maroon Bells (one of THE most photographed places on earth);
2) I learned all about my client’s changes to their processes so I could better serve them as a client;
3) I discovered that I work with a MOTLEY CREW – headed up by Mr. Motley himself. (Okay – I knew they were Motley long ago, but the name fits him).
4) I was incredibly blessed by the attention of a handsome young guy, who I am sure had the best of intentions. In spite of all the jokes and shenanigans, his gesture made me feel truly special, and – dare I say? beautiful? – and I think he will be a very special someone for a lucky girl some day. What a brave, beautiful, sweet guy.
5) I need to sharpen my brain. Isn’t their some sort of “here’s how you can stay sharp and alert and not miss it when someone hits on you” self-help course??
6) It’s not nice to fool Ms. Cheevious. It ALWAYS – repeat – ALWAYS comes right back to ya! HA HA HA HA!
Have a beautiful, lovely, inspiring weekend everyone!
Love you people! Mmmmmmphhhhuuhhhhh!!!
xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
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