Anyone who knows me or reads my blog regularly, knows that I refuse to listen to the crazy voices.
I know, I know. I do have some crazy voices in my head, it’s true. We’ve all seen what they can do. Hee hee.
If you are new here, I’m so sorry!
Sorry it’s taken you so long to find us, that is!
We are FUN, dude. But not only that, we are smart, witty, and we have lots to say. And by we, of course, I mean me. I AM the Queen after all. Don’t all H-R-H’s speak as if they are a group?
Well I’m a group! Trust me – or – well – us. We’ve got a LOT going on with all these voices in our head. heh heh
But I digress.
I’m actually speaking of the crazy voices out THERE. Out there in the ether – in the universe – swirling around us, in the background, in our faces, in our ears, all around us – telling us to WORRY – to be AFRAID – to be DEPRESSED – to “hold on to our money, because everything is going to hell in a hand basket” (wow! where’d that one come from? I just pulled that one outta nowhere)!
I refuse to allow those voices (about how the economy “sucks,” the job market “sucks,” the housing market “sucks,” and how people “just aren’t spending”) to influence me. I just will not participate. You want to know how to do that don’t you?
Keep reading, slick.
Are you thinking that you might lose your job if you aren’t careful? Well, STOP thinkingthat, ya big dope! DO a GOOD JOB and make yourself invaluable! That’s all you can do.
Are you feeling bad for friends and family because they are suffering financially, and depressed? SO, STOP FEELING BAD!
How about if you and your kids go over and clean up your friend’s or family’s house or do their laundry? Or maybe even bake them some cookies. It won’t pay their electric bill, but it will lift their spirits, and put them in a better mental position to pick themselves back up!
It will also help your kids learn a valuable lesson about taking care of the people in their community or inner circle.
If you don’t have kids, borrow someone’s. God knows most kids out there could use an influential experience like that.
I tell ya, a kind gesture (dinner and a bottle of wine at your house – especially at a time when you may not be positive of your own future) goes a LOOOONG way. Way more than feeling badly for them, and creating the potential for it to bring you down in the process.
You’ve heard the axiom used many times before, in many ways:
Worry begets worry.
Fear begets fear.
Sadness begets sadness.
Well, guess what? It works the other way too:
Money begets money.
Laughter begets laughter.
Positive Energy begets positive energy.
Work begets work.
You get the idea.
Many of you know that I own a business. I recently dealt with a client undergoing serious cut-backs. This caused me to have to cut back as well. It’s the nature of the beast (cut-backs beget cut-backs, I suppose).
In spite of it all, however, I refused to believe that all was lost, everything was over, and now I’d become just one more cog in the wheel of this juggernaut of a bad economy. And I still don’t believe it. Not one iota of it. Not only do I not believe it – I don’t act like it’s true. Quite the contrary, actually.
That doesn’t mean I blindly flounce around, spending money as if the same amounts of money magically appear into my bank account every day, just as they did in the past. I’m not THAT whacky. You’ve got to be intelligent, think ahead, and spend accordingly. That’s always true.
And I’m also not saying it’s just simple and easy-breezy for me to remain positive and act accordingly. It’s been a tough road lately – that is for sure. The negative voices are so very loud.
But when people ask how things are, the truth is – and I tell them: “They are FANTASTIC. I love what I do, and I am still doing it! I am so lucky!”
And I have never doubted the unwavering fact that I am GOOD at what I do, and there are hundreds — no — thousands of people and businesses out there just waiting for a business like mine to come along and make their businesses and careers ROCK. It is only a matter of time before we find each other.
Then today something happened to only further solidify my resolve. I got the call about a new account. One that will make me very busy, and has potential for much more. This, on top of many other things that are spinning and fermenting, and just about ready to — POP!! Did I mix metaphors there?
The point is, these are GOOD things, people!
Don’t you see? It’s that whole thing – “You are what you think.” If you think you will fail, then you already have. If you really truly think, and believe, and cannot be convinced otherwise – that you have it in you to be BIG and make things happen, then that wheel has already started rolling, babe. It’s only a matter of time before that seed starts to grow. It’s also a matter of you intending it to happen and staying focused on it. That’s what yogi’s mean when they speak of their “intentions.” It’s not some plan they are secretly plotting and devising. “Intentions” really means what they elude to – when used by you or me, or anyone else, it is what we INTEND to happen.
So INTEND some great things your way, would you? Stay focused. Like a Bulldog, baby. Don’t let ANYONE or ANYTHING deter you. Get one wheel rolling first.
Then get lots of wheels rolling. Great big things will start to happen for you!
I’ve soooo got to run now peeps! I’ve got clients to take care of, interviews to book, and all kinds of things steam rolling their way into my life. Tune in next week! I’ll dish on some fantastic Hollywood events and gatherings I’m attending!
Because I posted once this week already – in “Are You Ready to Rock Your Body?” – and so many of you subscribe to my posts via email, I am going to make this brief (I don’t ever want to be one of those pesky email senders that ends up in the virtual – or real – trash)!
So, it’s BACK by POPULAR DEMAND! The Emmy Awards is back, that is. And I am escorting one of my clients, Ricky (of Ricky & Lucy “alias” fame) down the red carpet. Okay – it’s for the Daytime Emmys, which are airing on August 30th on the CW Network, but it’s Emmys nonetheless.
Also, um – well – I am not attending the awards.
Nope.
Not this year.
I had quite an evening last year, as evidenced by my post “Emmys Girl“. You see, after I drank like a fish on an empty stomach, got hit on by the entire Detroit Piston’s offense (are they all on offense?), sexy danced in front of Hollywood A-listers at the TV Guide party, made an absolute fool of myself, and was accused of being a Jimmy Kimmel stalker all in one night – I decided a girl can only do that once a decade. Especially when it’s in front of the same peeps! HA!
Here I am at the FX party at Foxtail that night – prior to my fateful and debilitating inebriation, which prompted me to tell the paparazzi at Comedy Central’s party, after all of the flashes finished, that the girl they had just photographed (me) was Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood (this of course garnered quite a few laughs) rather than what I SHOULD have said, “[My Name] – award-winning author of Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood“:
So, now, the question is: Professional suit? Or Cocktail Dress?
Remember, I am only escorting him down red carpet to make sure he gets interviewed by all the right media, then I will head home or wherever my little heart desires. So, I need to remain in the background. I do have a hot little gray satin, off-the-shoulder Nicole Miller cocktail dress that could work, though.
What do you think? That I wear too much Nicole Miller? HA!
And what about hair? I am thinking straight and down, rather than up?
Okay – enough about me. Well – it’s NEVER enough – hee hee. But I am in Albuquerque this week, so not much to report on the current Hollywood scene. I promise to transmit from LA-LA-Land next week, and it’ll be OUTRAGEOUSLY DELICIOUS!
Bonus! Since I don’t always send one out every single Thursday, like I would prefer. So, consider this a make-up post of sorts.
I just wanted to share this video with you…. because – yes, it’s official. I am a TV star. I’m all over TV Guide Channel’s “Secrets of the Hollywood Body” – and I have the video clip to prove it!
Check THIS out. Look for the girl in the HOT PINK top and black pants during the RockIt Body Pilates segment. THAT IS ME!!! Yippee!
If for some reason your email (for you subscribers out there) does not allow you to see the video player above, then follow this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryaZCrS-W-Q
Okay – so I cannot say I was the FEATURE on this piece, but what I can say is – hey, I am THERE, plain and simple people! Watch and learn. And if you ever come out to LA-LA Land and ask to meet up with me, just know you WILL be trying this awesome form of pilates! (And, yes, I noticed I was chewing gum in this video… where was my on-camera stylist to guide me in the right direction??)
Stay tuned later this week. I’ll be dishing on something fabulous in Los Angeles.
Have a great rest of your week!
Love you people! Mmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhhh!!!
xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
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First of all, let me just say that Denis Leary’s book Why We Suck – A Feel Good Guide to Staying Fat, Loud, Lazy and Stupid - is laugh-out-loud funny – for the most part. If you are thick-skinned and know how to take a joke, that is. Dr. Leary (no fake title here – he even offers up a copy of his doctorate degree from Emerson University within his pages — unless of course – heyyyyyy – maybe that was a sham??).
Here is a quick excerpt from his book’s prologue – just to give you an idea:
Put this book down. Right now. Do not buy it. Stop reading. Now. Why are you still reading this? Okay. I warned you.
Now I will beg you, beseech you — in short, do everything possible in the limited format of this medium to get you to buy any other book within reach right now (if this book was a gift and you are at home or on a plane or sitting in a hotel room somewhere I would suggest grabbing a newspaper or a magazine or even your laptop) because this book is going to piss you off.
If you are a woman, you will soon be livid. If you are a man, you are going to be filled with a burning rage. If you are a kid — meaning anyone under the age of eighteen — you will soon be filled with shock and awe. Scratch that. If you are under the age of twenty-five you will soon be filled with shock and awe. If you are a fan of Oprah — good luck. If you hate Oprah or Oprah tends to drive you insane — you too will need some assistance.
This is not a book for the faint of heart or the politically correct or the weak or the extreme right wing or the left of center leftist Democrat or nuns or any other members of any organized religion or New York Yankees fans.
I am warning you — I am not here to make you feel all warm and fuzzy or superior to everyone else or all soft and gooey inside. I am here to debunk and declassify and otherwise hold up a brutally honest mirror to our fat, ugly, lazy American selves.
[...] Because I’m sick of it all.
If you are new here, welcome! We have fun (okay. I am the one who has fun. You guys are the smart people out there who – for some unknown reason – take the time to read what I have to say, while I have fun writing it) — dishing on life in Los Angeles, celebrities, every-day Joe’s and what happens when they cross my path, or just about anything else that crosses my path! But like Denis, I am compelled to warn you. This blog is NOT for everyone, and certainly not any mamby pamby peeps out there who can’t be honest about who you really are or what’s really going on with men and women, and kids and animals – and everything else in this world. (That’s why, initially, I loved Denis Leary’s book. There was some simpatico thing going on there.)
But welcome — and ENJOY!
So – I started reading Dr. Leary’s book on my trip back east over the Fourth of July. It was so stinkin’ funny, I found myself passing it over to M. C. Nugget (the alias for my HOT MAN) several times throughout the vacation to read it. I just couldn’t leave him out. Now THAT’s an exceptionally funny book, if I am so taken by it, I have to give it up for a moment to share it with someone.
Chapters like “Please Drug Your Children” and “Your Kids Are Not Cute” which debunk the myth that we adults all agree with plastered smiles on our dopey faces, that your kid is the best thing since sliced bread – even though we may be attempting to carve out some sort of leisurely existence during our time off from work (which is scant these days). Despite that – somehow, we actually agree with you that whatever little Johnny or Susie wants, they should have. That because of your kid’s incredible cuteness, brilliance at saying “Mama” or physical prowess (to walk, crawl, spit, etc) beyond his or her years – we are all willing to forget the fact that your offspring is the child from hell – on the plane, in the restaurant, or at the movies – you name it. He or she is screaming and carrying on, kicking the back of our seats, or running around the restaurant throwing toys, while crying at the movies – while we (who really need to use the time to sleep, have a nice glass of wine and a quiet dinner, read, play solitaire, or simply try to enjoy our time as – guess what? ADULTS ) squirm, and practice our deep breathing exercises so that we don’t come unglued and wring your little darling’s neck.
These chapters made me not only laugh, but I was ready to join any club Denis Leary had to offer, to put these narcissistic, thoughtless. selfish, rude, stupid parents away for good – and their little kids too.
However, (and, you knew this was coming) the book does come with its share of — how shall I put it? Missteps? Idiotic statements? Rants that should have been left in the deep recesses of Mr. Leary’s brain?
Now, I am NOT speaking of the headlines the book made back in October of 2008, because Denis so shamelessly dissed most people who claim to have Autism – or that their kids have Autism. I think that chapter was called “Autism Shmautism.” Listen. I AGREE with him on that, based on what he actually SAID. But you have to read it to know why. (You can also find an excerpt about why Your Cat Sucks on his website, here).
I’m speaking of a few other things, and I made little laundry list of items which either a) didn’t make sense, based on who Denis Leary professes to be (a man’s man who loves a free show, when it comes to naked women, or any part thereof), or b) made me sick or sounded stupid, or c) just didn’t need to be in there repeatedly, ad nauseum, infinitum, because it was like – enough already! So my list is organized like this: Topic, Dr. Leary’s quote, and why it sucks.
1. Strip Bars – “For girls without a college education – the lap dance never goes out of style. All you need – believe me – is two tits, an ass and a v—-”… “If you didn’t even have a head, some guys might get a little skeeved about it, but I’m telling you – a lot of other guys would be lined up around the block to get some lap action from a dancer who didn’t talk.”HERE’S THE PART THAT SUCKS – as if that wasn’t enough: “I’m not exactly the strip club type…”WHY IT SUCKS: Well – back to the first quote. Under the gyse of being “honest” about men, he proceeds to denigrate women without a college education. So much so, that they wouldn’t even need their head.Green, Irish, SUCKY McSUCKLESTEIN. Also – and this in reference to the second quote – He lies! Not only does he, in numerous other places in the book, go on and on about how he and all guys are always trying to get a peek at naked women, and how that’s partly why he and all his friends started acting, because the girls in the cast would do quick back-stage changes (he was a pre-pubescent kid), and they sometimes got a tittie shot or whatever (and that’s not smarmy to a girl?). AND – It is widely known that he was quite pleased a while back when he was admitted for free into a strip club in NYC because he was mistaken for Willem Dafoe. You can read that story here. But wait – there’s more.
2. Strip Bars – Part 2 – “Strip clubs are basically live laboratories for low self-esteem… Everyone there would rather be somewhere else…. “ And advising other men not to go into strip bars, but instead to ” remove all the cash from your wallet and light it on fire… bang your head against the wall several times… drive home. What did you miss? Nothing. Smelly armpits, seven useless hard-ons and eighty-five horrible tattoos.” WHY IT SUCKS: So – not only does he say he isn’t the Strip Club type, but he later goes on to further denigrate anything or anyone to do with Strip Bars – the dancers, the bouncers and bartenders, and definitely – the guys that go in to watch the dancers. Smelly armpits and horrible tattoos? What strip clubs has he been going to? My god! And what about women that like to go into strip bars? There is a bikini bar by my house, which I actually like to go to. I like to watch the dancers – who are lovely (translation: hot, with smokin’ bods), and sweet, and know how to DANCE! And I am not a lesbo! I just know hotness when I see it! And so does every other woman – even if she won’t admit it. And – contrary to Dr. Leary’s summation – are NOT all lacking self esteem. I’ve met women working their way through medical school, law school – you name it. I’ve also met some with low self esteem. Duh. That happens with waitresses, plant workers, people who clean other people’s houses, even female executives - some are well adjusted, some have no self esteem… some have high aspirations, and some don’t. But even if that weren’t the case – hey this is AMERICA: the fact that someone can grow up and choose to dance and strip and whatever is legal that he or she wants to do for a living , and guys or girls can go in and have a great time – or not – it’s up to them – is what makes this a free society! But to put everyone down surrounding the whole subject matter – well, it just sucks - and I gotta believe there is something else going on. Which leads me to the next item on my list:
3. Mrs. Denis Leary - Regarding how lucky he is to always “get” to watch his wife go through multiple wardrobe changes before going out to dinner, or to some event: “When I was a teenager, a hot chick strutting her stuff in your bedroom was considered an impossible event and here it is happening multiple times a week for free? … it doesn’t get any better than this” and how though most moms don’t think any woman is good enough for her son, “Not my mom. She couldn’t believe I came home with my wife…. Of course, she’s right… About the chances that I would have won the heart of a woman as bright, funny and beautiful as my wife,” and “I love it when my wife sashays. You should the same way when your girl does it.” WHY IT SUCKS: Well, there’s more below – but I gotta think Denis used the whole thing about strip bars, as well as the MULTIPLE, sappy praises for his wife to make himself feel less like a JERK. Come on! This one is continued below:
4. & Their Kids – “My daughter is smart and funny and gorgeous – just like her mom… My son? Well – he’s funny and smart and tall and — wears the same sweatpants I do.” and “My kids each have televisions and giant computer screens and electric guitars and sofas and their own individual bathrooms and Xboxes and PlayStations and… DVDs and CDs… when the kids get into trouble my wife and I say “That’s it! WE’RE going to your room.” and under a picture of him with his wife and kids, “This is our family – My wonderful son, Jack, and my gorgeous daughter, Devin, alongside their fabulous mom. I know.. I’m speaking in cliche adjectives – but it’s true.” WHY IT SUCKS: BECAUSE! He spent the first half of the book (and most of the rest) explaining that the reason “WE” Americans suck, and why the rest of the world thinks we suck, is because we are spoiled, that we all think our offspring are perfect, and we have way too much. Then he not only proceeds to show us just how nice his kids have it – but he – ad nauseum – tells us how wonderful they are. I get it! We get it! It’s admirable, and to most women even SEXY when a man loves and is actually attracted to his wife. But the book is all about why we SUCK. No one is safe, supposedly – yet Denis Leary’s family – his wife and kids – are pure perfection? It’s all fine – it just doesn’t match every other thing the book says. Mr. Leary passes himself off as this tough, man’s man sorta guy — a no nonsense, down home guy who was raised by no nonsense, tough Irish immigrant parents. He graphically tells us what guys are “really” like – then everything he says about his wife and kids opposes it.
Okay – I’m done.
HA! HA!
But really. I’ve told you some of the great things about Denis Leary’s book, and why some of it just didn’t quite measure up. Not bad for a first-timer — and I laughed ALOT. But hey – don’t let me be the judge. Check it out for yourself!
Also – one other thing: I may like strip bars, and may foolishly believe that not everyone in them has low self esteem – I’m there aren’t I? ALSO – I love MY guy.
But at least I am brave enough to admit I don’t think strip bars are so bad – even though my sisters and most women I know will be up in arms – AND am not foolish enough to go on and on and on in a sappy fashion about M.C. Nugget’s fabulousness (nor is M.C. foolish enough to believe it – even though, well – truth be told – he’d LOVE every minute and gobble it up).
But if you remember ONE thing from this review – remember this: I ROCK. I don’t suck. HA! And YOU ROCK. I don’t know who that “we” was Denis was talking about, but it certainly wasn’t US!
I’ve got a fairly mellow weekend ahead everyone! How about you? M.C. Nugget is shooting a movie – and we’ve got friends in town – so it’ll be early to bed, early to rise, for the most part.
Have a fantastic weekend – and get out there and ROCK!
Love you people! Mmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhhh!
xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
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A good friend sent the following list of women’s needs to me, and I agree with just about every single thing on this list – well, poem. It’s written by Maya Angelou, an accomplished writer, a woman with a doctorate degree (cool), who’s traveled and lived all over the world. She is quite an amazing single mom (at least at one time in her life she was). So – I’ve included her little admonishment to women here, and in RED is my commentary. Is that sacrilegious? Tough. You need to hear what I have to say. HA!
If you are new here – well, FINALLY! You’ve come to your senses! ha ha. JUST KIDDING! (kinda)
We have fun here, and this weekly (or sometimes bi-weekly, or whenever my travels and computer problems allow for it) blog is an extension of my book Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood – Confessions of a Hot Mamma, (need I say “AWARD WINNING”?) which is unpublished at this point – but I’m working on it. You can read about it here. But welcome to the Ms. Cheevious blog, and a whole new world! Enjoy!
So on to the poem, and my wise – ehem – wise-ass commentary:
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to…
HELLOOOO… these days she better have enough in her coffers to BUY a place of her own for cash, and then be able to RENT it back to the bastard – um, guy – that was holding her back! HA! (Not YOU, honey!!)
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour…
For the boss – how about a giant COFFEE MUG or just come dressed as a pen for taking notes on all of his wise words. If he is at all lecherous, just see the notes below for dates, because let’s face it – that’s what he really wants. For dates – will a bustier or a tu-tu do? Come on! Since when do we know when someone is REALLY the date of our dreams? Aren’t they ALL? And in that case, wouldn’t we need like seven different outfits? One for every night?
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a youth she’s content to leave behind….
Hmmm. I’ve had a pretty good youth – but that’s all relative. I’m still young aren’t I? If you are twenty, repeat after me: “yes ma’am”. But at this very young age of mine, I don’t know whether to agree, or completely rise up in protest, take off all my clothes and run down the beach nekked. Heck, you only live once, right? HA
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …
a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to
retelling it in her old age….
‘Nuff said. (smile)
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …..
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra… … a “Rabbit” (heh heh), and what’s this about LACE? I hate it. Itchy. Nope. Not doin’ it. Hot lingerie? Yes. But a good set of wine or martini glasses (or both), and always something healthy to eat (like carrots or cucumbers) in the fridge – now THAT’S practical.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ….
one friend who always makes her laugh… and one who lets her cry…
Check!
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ….
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family…
how about a 50 inch flat screen plasma tv?
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored…
Wait - covered that above… and I just memorize all my good recipes … yummmmmm… So I guess a woman should have a good memory for good recipes? So what we’re sayin’ here is women need to be super human. Right?
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …
a feeling of control over her destiny…
Well – DUHHHH
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
how to fall in love without losing herself..
AMEN SISTER
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without;
ruining the friendship…
Ooh. Tough call. Sometimes you want to ruin the friendship…. NOT. What kind of craziness is this??? OF COURSE ya need to know how to do those things – but let’s be REAL. Who really DOES know how? That’s why you read my BLOG people!
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
when to try harder… and WHEN TO WALK AWAY…
got that one DOWN. Don’t we all, you hot lovely women out there?
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
that she can’t change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
Ohhhh, but I can try can’t I? My mom needs to wise up and just ADMIT I am her favorite! HA!
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
that her childhood may not have been perfect…but it’s over… whaaahhh?? over? What are you tryin’ to tell me here?
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more…
now that’s interesting. I’m pretty much a “do anything” kinda gal… ha ha
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
how to live alone… even if she doesn’t like it…
i like it, i like it! but i may not want it forever… may need someone to pick me up off the floor if i ever fall and hurt my hip!
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .
whom she can trust,
whom she can’t,
and why she shouldn’t take it personally…
… NEWS FLASH – it IS personal! Someone breaks trust, it is a complete afront to ME – personally. That’s how I learn NOT to trust them again! MMM-KAY?
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
where to go…
be it to her best friend’s kitchen table…
or a charming inn in the woods…
when her soul needs soothing…
… can you say DAY SPA? Cucumber facial, mud bath, and a glass of champagne… ahhhhh.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
what she can and can’t accomplish in a day…
a month…and a year…
NOTHING my pretties. I can do it ALL.
Well – that’s it for ya! I am off to a weekend in Palm Springs with my man, M.C. Nugget. Ain’t life grand, people? Have a wonderfully exotic and excruciatingly fabulous weekend boys and girls!
Tune in next week, when I tell you exactly Why Denis Leary Sucks!
Love you people! Mmmmmmmppppphhhhuuuhhhhhh!
xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
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