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War at the Greek Theatre 2015

This means war

This is all about music. Get ready to be schooled on some old, great music, people.

Saturday night M.C. Nugget took me to the Greek to see a few bands… a couple of latin groups, one called Malo, another called Tiera (they were famous for “Together Baby”), Los Lonely Boys and the headliner, a band called War.

Get Me To The Greek and Take Me Back Stage

Our next door neighbor is the road manager for the band War, and he HOOKED US UP. We had hospitality suite passes and some of the best seats EVER.

We were totally clueless as to the first two acts, Malo and Tiera, but if drinking Pina Coladas and lying on a beach somewhere appeals to you, chances are you’d love this music.

So, Nuggie and I and our white bred, blonde haired, blue-eyed, fair-skinned selves, were sitting in the BEST.SEATS.EVER, and I struck up a conversation with the guy next to us.

He looked at me, looked at Nuggie, and obviously confused, asked, “So….. who are you hear to listen to?”

I totally understood. Nuggie and I stood out in the crowd. You could probably see our blonde hair from space in that crowd… but I chuckled.

(Besides, if you read my book, you know I’m from New Mexico – where situations like this are the norm. Being the only huera among Latinos happened on a regular basis there, and it’s quite comfortable to me. These are my people, people!).

I explained how we came to hear the band, War, and Los Lonely Boys, but we’d never heard of the other two bands.

We danced and sang to the music of each of these talented musicians, and we had a blast.

The the guy next to us said, “So, what’s your favorite WAR song?”

To which I replied in song… “FIRE! DUH-DUH-DUH!! FIRE!!!”

The guy busted up laughing and said “That is NOT by War! That’s the Ohio Players…”

I laughed, and was a little taken off guard, because I usually know my music, but I’ve confused this song for War in the past. So, I asked, laughing, “Wait!! Then what is one of their famous songs?”

“Uh… CISCO KID?” he laughed.

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…..

…..

Ah, that explains it….

FIRE…

CISCO KID…

Tomato, Tomahto.

…..

…..

KIDDING!!!

But listen to these. They could be the same band. SWEAR.TO.GOD.

Here is FIRE (a remix) by The Ohio Players (link in case it’s not displaying below – https://soundcloud.com/thefunkhunters/fire-the-funk-hunters-remix):

 

 

Here is CISCO KID by War, for your listening pleasure (here is their link, in case it’s not displaying https://soundcloud.com/lazylunch/sets/the-cisco-kid-war):

YOU SEEEEE???

 

And now… check out these other bands that opened for War. I bet you never knew who they were. And… YOU’RE WELCOME.

 

HOW FAR IS HEAVEN by Los Lonely Boys (did you know that guy can PLAY the GUITAR???) (link in case it’s not displaying – https://soundcloud.com/user8886233/los-lonely-boys-how-far-is-heaven):

 

 

SUAVECITO by Malo (if it’s not displaying below, click here: https://soundcloud.com/scottrek44/ssuaveci-malo):

 

 

And, TOGETHER by Tiera (if it’s not displaying, check it out here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vt0tq-rD38U):

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Mack's Fish Camp, Florida

Skeeters from Hell

#TheFunny #DailyMischief

Shortly after running the Piper home security system giveaway contest (which ended on Mother’s Day), M.C. Nugget flew me out to Ft. Lauderdale to visit him on the set of a show he was shooting (called Graceland, on USA Network). It was a quick trip, sandwiched betwixt and between a vigorous pilates teaching schedule, and immediately following my gigantic hoopla of a book release party (more on that in my next post)…Mother’s Day notwithstanding..

I admit, I landed at Ft. Lauderdale airport frazzled, worn out, dazed, and in much need of a GIANT VACATION, which is why I failed to post the winner of the Piper contest…until now (see bottom of this post to see if you won).

Also, I wasn’t prepared for the thick, dripping heat and humidity. Someone said to me, “It’s summer here!” Like I’m supposed to know what that means. Come ON.

I mean, yeah. I knew it would be hot and humid.. But I didn’t really know it would be hot and humid. Know what I mean?

I loved it though. Every minute. The balmy air felt so great on my skin as we lounged by the pool on the first day, sipping cocktails.

I curled up with my kindle and continue reading a friend’s book I’d started on the plane — a true guilty pleasure by Diane Rapp called Murder Caribbean Style, a mystery/romance with totally fun, and most-likely utterly implausible situations that I immediately believed and gobbled up, because… PFFF it took place on a CRUISE SHIP, and in the CARIBBEAN.

I blew off my work… and… relaxed. Ahhh, it was wonderful.

THEN, the next day, we lathered ourselves up with insect repellant to prepare for being on-location in the Everglades. We caught the cast shuttle to the set, and stepped out into Mack’s Fish Camp. I felt pretty spiffy, myself… as if I’d stepped off the pages of my friend’s book to visit a cool, “off-the-beaten-path” place, with alligators they know and love swimming around hoping for a chance meeting with a stranger’s foot.

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I made sure none of my body parts had a chance meeting with the alligators (click to tweet that). But I was completely taken off-guard by the mambo insect-repellant-resistant mosquitos that sucked my blood, pelting me with welts.

It really….. can I say this? Are you ready for this?

It SUCKED.

The next day, Nuggie and I planned to get a workout in at the hotel fitness center, but stopped to lay by the pool for a bit first. The sun was warm and cozy once again, and it felt so good to sit on the edge of the pool dangling our feet in the cool water.

The gym was a stone’s throw from where we sat on the pool’s edge. As the the warm sun grew brighter and hotter, I looked to my right and just over Nuggie’s shoulder was the door to the bar. Five more feet away was the door to the gym.

I weighed the possibilities. Bar? Gym?

I asked Nuggie about a cocktail. We deliberated about it. My welts were hurting. It was hot.

It turned out we didn’t really want to work out anyway. Plus the gym was so much further away.

That was the beginning of my last day in Florida. If anyone asks why I didn’t work out and got sauced and a bit sun kissed by the pool, tell them the Skeeters from Hell made me do it.

Dammit.

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PIPER GIVEAWAY!!!

Here is a screenshot of all those who left comments to win the PIPER Home Security System. If a name is listed more than once, it’s because they commented here and on the blog. Not a SINGLE single parent commented to my knowledge, so sadly, as much as I’d hoped they would comment, there are none who received three entries.

 

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AND THE WINNER  SELECTED BY RANDOM.ORG IS: PAMELA MORSE!

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One look at THIS photo makes you wonder why ANYONE would want me as eye candy! I was EXHAUSTED with no makeup. This is what I really look like folks! LOL

A tip for ladies from the Hollywood trenches: the casting couch

A TIP FOR LADIES FROM THE HOLLYWOOD TRENCHES: THE CASTING COUCH

#GirlPower

#DailyMischief

 

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On this, the week of Grammys, 2015, I thought it apropos to talk about a typical experience I had while working in Hollywood.  I loved my work in music television production. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. But, like any other job, it came with its own set of frustrations. When thinking about this, I can’t help but recall the time I met “Universal.”

Universal was one of the many guys back in the day who wanted to introduce me to the stereotypical Hollywood “casting couch.” As if, would ever fall prey to the casting couch. I was eager and a networking fool, but let’s not go crazy.

My life was all about networking at a time when the only thing I’d done to qualify me to work in television was production and news desk work at my local network affiliate news station. Networking was all I had (aside from my brains, keen fashion sense and wicked sense of humor).

When Universal and I met, I was with my friend Britt at a legitimate red carpet event, hosted by her network E! Entertainment Television.

SIDE NOTE HERE.  I’m only differentiating the event as “legit” because in Hollywood, you can stumble upon events purporting to be “star-studded” with a “red carpet” all day long. People in Hollywood (more so than any other place on the planet, it seems) have drunk the Kool-Aid about the mystical world of celebrities and red carpets. Which surprises me, because, you know… we actually have legitimate red carpet events going on all the time to serve as examples.

So when I was a publicist and would turn down events like a client’s best friend’s aunt’s cousin’s bat mitzvah, people were a bit befuddled and probably deflated. Poor kids. But their reasoning generally went something like this:

Why wouldn’t the press see the newsworthy aspect and cover this event? No doubt Brad and Angelina would come. They’re parents too. They can relate, right? And they’d do it for the publicity, right? No? How about Madonna? She studied the Kabbala for goddsakes! She’ll definitely come out to show her support, especially since she doesn’t get much PR these days, right?

But, THIS event with Britt… it was LEGIT. I talk about it in my book “Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood”, but there were the usual soap and sitcom stars, a host of entertainment industry execs, publicists, and more — and all manner of press.

This event initiated the brief, casual friendship I had with Universal. He turned out to be the Vice President of some type of distribution or production or something over at Universal Studios. Within a few minutes we learned that he was involved in approval of production as well as casting of a select few projects, and Britt was slightly in awe of my meeting him (the reason I started to talk to him, as well as why I chose to step away from conversations with the Soap and Sitcom stars are covered in the book as well).

So I was a single mom, trying to network my way into production jobs in Hollywood (I was never interested in acting), and I made this fabulous connection. I was always very clear about what I was doing in LA when talking with new connections, and Universal was no exception. Still, with Universal (and everyone else), I was my normal, kind, REAL and down to earth self. (That’s me, right? RIGHT?)

I followed up with him, met him for lunch a few times, invited him to a big soire Britt and I threw, and learned of his personal interests… he was into fine art and music. He’d traveled with a rock and roll band of the 70’s (some little known band like Molly Hatchett or Quiet Riot) for years before going corporate. I learned all of this, and he in turn knew of my aspirations. Not once did Universal ever make an effort to introduce me to people who could offer me a job, or even let me know about films or projects coming up so I could do the networking and hustling on my own. And yes, I came right out and asked him to. It was always met with something like “I’ll keep that in mind.”

My connection with Universal faded, as my energy for pursuing an obvious dead-end connection waned. And it was a two-way street. Once he realized there would be no booty, he stopped pursuing as well.

And this sums up the viable complaint of all of the beautiful women, and my beautiful girlfriends in Hollywood:

“It’s always about the sex, or the date, or the arm candy with these guys. They aren’t interested to connect with me professionally in the least.”

And beauty is relative, mind you. For most of these guys, you don’t have to have Jessica Alba or Cameron Diaz looks… If you have two legs, somewhat of a nice rack and aren’t 400 lbs, you’re good! I found this to be true of most of the connections I made with men who were all too eager to meet me for drinks now and then. I must have amused them with my talk of production and the business, and in speaking of marketing and budgets.  I was always careful to let them know that I had something going on up there in my brain… Silly me, thinking that it mattered.

I won’t mince words here, though. If any one of these guys had been hot, didn’t have a pot belly bigger than an eight month pregnant woman, or weren’t more than twenty years older than me, I may have been ALL over that. I’m a red-blooded female, aren’t I? If there’d been any chemistry whatsoever, I’d be writing a different piece here altogether. These kinds of stories are what epic romances are made of, after all.

But listen ladies, I don’t know why this blatant truth seemed to escape me back then, (maybe it was because I’d made my share of successful networking connections in the same way, which led to work) but it’s a rare person who will extend the hand of friendship, and go out on a limb to recommend someone for work, let alone a heterosexual guy, when dealing with a chick he wants to “date”.

I’m not saying “don’t continue to take meetings,” or “don’t network.” I’m not saying to close yourself off from opportunities. I’m just saying to be savvy. Be kind, polite and intelligent, and make your intentions clear. Then GO AFTER WHAT YOU WANT. Learn quickly if this connection isn’t going to pan out, and MOVE ON.

 

it’s a rare person who will extend the hand of friendship, and go out on a limb to recommend someone for work, let alone a heterosexual guy, when dealing with a chick he wants to “date” 

One look at THIS photo makes you wonder why ANYONE would want me as eye candy! I was EXHAUSTED with no makeup. This is what I really look like folks! LOL
This is Sheryl Crow with me in a rare backstage photo at a SHEILA E charity event. This photo did not make the book… One look at it makes you wonder why ANYONE would want me as eye candy! I was EXHAUSTED with no makeup. This is what I really look like folks!

…be savvy. Be kind, polite and intelligent, and make your intentions clear. Then GO AFTER WHAT YOU WANT. Learn quickly if this connection isn’t going to pan out, and MOVE ON.

Another rare backstage image with Stevie Wonder and other members of the crew. This is one event where my relentless networking paid off!
Another rare backstage image with Stevie Wonder and other members of the crew. This is one event where my relentless networking paid off!

 

YOUR TIME IS VALUABLE!

YOU MATTER & ARE WORTHY OF BEING TAKEN SERIOUSLY.

#GirlPower

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Mercury in Retrograde

Meh. I got nothin’

MEH. I GOT NOTHIN’

 

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You may have noticed that I’m not myself lately (not the fun-loving, story-telling nut job I normally am, that is). I’ve been otherwise detained with business opportunities (of which, involve classical pilates certification, the FINAL launch of my memoir Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood, an entire revamp of my personal website, teaching Pilates on steroids and now, TAXES).

It’s not easy writing a blog when so much else is spinning, especially if and when Mercury is in retrograde.

 

It’s tough to conquer the world when your equipment goes schizo.

I’m not saying I believe in all this hocus-pocus stuff that people apparently LOVE to dish out. And trust me… I’ve been exposed to it all, and it can be some downright WHACKY bullshit. If you happen to live your life by tincture and crystal please don’t be offended. It doesn’t make me love you less, but I’m not one to go there without serious research or at least gut-level sense.

And hey,don’t know the mysteries of the universe, (although I’ve been quite sure I’ve solved them over cocktails now and then), but ask to hover crystals over my body to see if my chi is balanced, or whatever, and I’ll make you a deal: I’d love to read the entire Webster’s Unabridged dictionary to you in a seven hour sitting.

This to say, that Mercury may or may NOT be in retrograde… but dammit all, I am BACK people!!

Okay… I’m sort of back. Let’s not go crazy. I’m not totally back right this second.

Right now, in this  moment?…

Well… I got nothin’.

 

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MTV Movie Awards 2004

A little peek

TIME’S UP KIDS!

This is the last week you can pre-order the hard-cover copy of my book “Ms. Cheevious in Hollyood: My Zany Years Spent Working in Tinsel Town” at a discount! Order now.

 


UPDATE:

Since this post went live, my book’s gone on sale!! SQUEEE!!!!  And Amazon, being the behemoth it is, has it marked down even cheaper than retail!

Go HERE: http://www.amazon.com/Ms-Cheevious-Hollywood-Working-Tinsel/dp/0986232408/

Now, if you want a SIGNED copy, you’ll need to order that here.

Also, the “fan” business in the next line won’t work for you either (since the pre-order campaign page is done), but you can subscribe to my e-list (emails go out *maybe* once a week) over there =====> in the side bar! WOOT!!!

 


 

If you’re waiting for the paperback or eBook version, that’s okay. You can still do something for me. Go to the page and sign up to be my fan, would you? This will help me in the future, to know who wants the book, even if it’s not now.

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Below is little peek into the book, and what’s in store if you read it! FUN.FUN.FUN, I say.

Enjoy!

If I’d Attacked Him He’d Be Dead

“I wonder if Scarlett Johansson can tell I escaped insanity to be here.”

 

“Lisa Jey!”

Aaron, my friend and boss called into the headset, “I need you to get Scarlett Johansson and take her to prompter! She’s hung up at red carpet somewhere. Over!” Kkkhhh.

“I’m on it,” I replied. Hmm … I saw Lost in Translation … I’ll recognize her, I thought. But as I opened the sound stage door, I was met by a barrage of equipment and people: celebrities drinking and chatting, production crews maneuvering cameras and boom microphones and journalists, all crammed together outside the backstage door. I had to get through this cluster just to get to the red carpet and I had to move fast. Okay, this may not be so easy.

I pushed my way authoritatively through the crowd, without prejudice. “People! Hello! Can—you—please—MOVE? It’s imperative I get through now! Snoop Dogg? Hi. I’m sorry! No time to talk here. I have! To get! To red! Carpet!”

I finally spilled out of the other side of the crowd near the opposite end of the red carpet nearly tripping over my own stilettos (I always dress up for show time). Behind me lay party mayhem. In front of me were scattered miscellaneous faces in utter silence. It was like night and day. Where was everyone? And where was Scarlett? I scanned the landscape frantically, looking for someone who might know my charge. A few guys wearing baggie jeans with boxers exposed, black shades, sports jerseys and tons of gold bling were talking on cell phones and slouching against the audience stands. Rappers… Why do they all dress alike? I walked up to one of them, who had his phone up to his ear and asked, “Have you seen Scarlett Johansson?” He said nothing, but pointed to his right and looked over toward a skinny little thing who was smiling and chatting away, seemingly amused by the mayhem behind me. She looked fabulous in a black little bustier dress and yellow mesh tank. Her hair looked like it was pulled up in these tiny sort-of chop-stick things.

I walked over to her, conjuring up my most cheerful voice and said, “Hey there! I need to get you to prompter pretty quickly. They’re waiting for you.”

“Okay,” she answered with a smile and followed me. This time, the chaotic crowd seemed like no big deal. I knew it was for one reason only: I had Scarlett with me. The friggin’ Red Sea parted because everyone wanted a piece of—I mean a glance at Scarlet Johansson.

As we worked our way through, Scarlet kept pausing to greet every single person along the way she seemed to know, and there were a ton. This is not good. Finally the stage door came into view, and just as I was starting to feel my breath recalibrate, Scarlett stopped dead in her tracks and began a full-on conversation with an unassuming guy who was standing there in a tan leather jacket and dark sunglasses. I had no idea how she knew him, or why anyone would assume it was okay to hold things up, but he was smiling a lot and looked pretty happy. I just didn’t get it. I would have burst into flames, but my appreciation and enthusiasm for all things fun and social (not to mention the fact that I kept getting involved in Scarlett’s little conversations, laughing and smiling right along with her and her “friends”) kept me somewhat cool. I couldn’t tell whether any of them saw through my clever producer disguise. I found I was pretty adept at waxing professional and not letting on about anything that had gone on in my life. But it was in those moments, attempting to relate to people who were on the red carpet, and who knew Scarlett for one reason or another, that I couldn’t help but wonder if they saw “Damaged” or “Been through hell” written all over my face. Was there any chance Scarlett saw past the headset into the chaotic, heartbreaking world I’d come from? Could she possibly see that I’d been through the horrors of my husband’s violent drug addiction, the threat of losing my kids and going to jail, and had suffered deeply seeing my older son under someone else’s care? I hoped not, as I chuckled and smiled as knowingly as possible at their talk of designer gowns or shoes, or the party they’d been to in Cannes. I watched as she and this mystery guy laughed together for all on the sidelines to see.

After a few minutes, I was jolted back again. Kkkhhh. “Lisa Jey! Where’s Scarlett?! Over!” Kkkhhh.

Trying to talk under my breath I mumbled into the headset “I’ve got her. We’re at the stage door. But there’s a hold-up.”

“What?” Aaron commanded. In that second I noticed a boom mic hanging over my head and with a glance over my shoulder saw an entire MTV camera crew behind me, trying to capture all of this on film. Why is everyone making such a big deal about this?

Then, Mr. Unassuming reached out, shook my hand and said, “Hi. How’re you doing?”

Oh. I get it now.

“I’m good, thanks!” I said cheerily…

 

“So, you were the Tom they were looking for earlier?” I said, laughing to Mr. Unassuming Tom Cruise.

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Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood

It’s time kids

I know it’s been almost nine friggin years in the making, and I realize it’s been so damn long that to refer to my memoir “Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood – My Zany Years Spent Working In Tinsel Town” as much anticipated, or even long overdue, seems well, a little old and worn. I also am cognizant of the fact I have been promising this book for so long that the mere mention of it here on the blog has been scant, to say the least, and has mostly been relegated to the BOOKS page of the site.

But guess what?

The day when I can ACTUALLY say “I wrote a memoir” and have it be – well… TRUE… is HERE. And that day is TODAY (well, I made the pre-order available a few days ago, but it counts).

CAN I GET A WHAT WHAT???

THIS IS BIG, YOU GUYS.

Though it’s the hardcover that’s available for pre-order at a discount ($24.99 instead of the $29.00 release price) until the book is set to release on February 1, and the paperback and eBook versions will be available later this year, THIS IS HUGE!

As a special part of this pre-order nonsense, I am offering to sign your copy. This could be really valuable, you know, in case I become famous one day, and then die, and assuming you are still living and decide to auction it off. It could happen.

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And, call me crazy, but I’m not even charging extra to sign your book, and mail it personally to you (you just have to select the “package” option on the page).

I know, right? That shit is CRAZY.

So, it’s time kids! If you don’t want to preorder a copy, AT LEAST follow this link and go and FAN the damn page, would ya?

Here’s the link. Have fun: http://www.mscheevious.pubslush.com

No sign off stuff here because I did this all from my phone while on the chair lift in Mammoth Mountain (okay, I’m lying. I’m actually on the floor in the bathroom of our hotel room in Mammoth at 4:15 AM and couldn’t sleep until I told you guys about this, even though I am on my phone and this is a pain in the ass, because this shit right here IS the shit… You know? But saying I did it just prior to jumping into the halfpipe on my snowboard sounds so much cooler). Have a great week everyone and GO RIGHT NOW TO FAN MY PRE-ORDER PAGE AND MAYBE EVEN PRE-ORDER A SIGNED COPY.

 

#MomFactor: All women, in general, will enjoy this book, but moms will take more away from this book, I think; and if you’re a single mom, especially, then this book is for you, written with you in mind, my dear. GET IT. READ IT. COMMIT IT TO MEMORY. That is, if you want to.

 

Win Two Free Months of Nerium Night Cream!

Win Two Free Months of Nerium Night Cream! Woot!

WIN TWO FREE MONTHS OF NERIUM NIGHT CREAM!!!

 

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Yep, I was SOLD. But you see, I hadn’t bought a thing. Pure and Bright Skin (my niece, to be exact… Full disclosure here) agreed to let me try the stuff for a couple of months, because she was SURE I would love it. I only agreed to try it and share it here if, in the event I did love the stuff, she would offer the same two month trial to one of YOU.

Here are a couple of my before and after photos, but know this: Nerium also evens out skin tone and is known to repair damaged skin and clear blemishes. So if your face is reddish in tone, Nerium may brighten it up a bit. These photos have not been retouched:

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Evening skin tones and clearing blemishes
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CLICK THE IMAGE BELOW TO ENTER (FOLLOW THE DIRECTIONS COMPLETELY).

It will take you to the contest on my Facebook Page, where you’ll be prompted to do three things (“Like” our Facebook pages – not just visit the page,  though that’s what the button says – and then post a specific type of comment here on the blog):

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Finally meeting in real life!

My virtual world is more real

MY VIRTUAL WORLD IS MORE REAL

 

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Thursday was a BIG day for me. I met some of my all-time BFF chick friends for the first time in real life (we call that #IRL in cyberspace). We met for dinner and this is the proof:

Finally meeting in real life!

This is what has become of us, people. We have friends, followers and minions via the world wide web. Most of those people only see a dim view of our real selves and most people are content to keep it that way. But really, that’s what makes virtual relationships golden: we have the ability to present the perfect picture to our online friends, as well as the ability to turn off, un-follow, un-friend anyone who gets too close, or just too freaking batshit crazy.

Now, I on the other hand am ME, online and in person. THIS TAKES GUTS (that, or no moral compass or ability to make cogent, wise decisions). These girls are authentically them, also, and I LOVE THEM TO DEATH!!!

We’ve been virtual friends for quite some time. It’s been a slow and steady courtship, however. We’ve collaborated on projects like #DatingChat on Twitter, and toyed with doing Skype or Google Hangout Chats (if only Dirty In Public wasn’t based in Timbuk-No-Signal), and we visit each other’s blogs to show some love now and then too.

It’s been something like four + years, I believe. It began when I stumbled upon Dirty’s fantastic twitter profile:

 

And since the computer geek gods haven’t figured everything out, you probably can’t see what’s above if you’re viewing this via RSS or email. So,  here something pretty to look at (and you can click to follow if you so desire):

Dirty in Public Twitter

 

That virtual relationship grew and Ms. Dirty Girl introduced me to a gaggle of various other dating and relationship bloggers. Many of them have come and gone, but the two that remain steady are Marrie Lobel of Dirty in Public and Suzie of Single Dating Diva.  Here is Suzie’s Twitter profile:

 

       

 

Single Dating Diva on Twitter

 

I’ve been spending some time with these girls, and let me tell you something: THESE GIRLS ALMOST OUTDO ME in the fun, laughs and good times department.

I know. Hard to believe.

This got me thinking. It’s interesting the zany (and a little scary) world we live in today, where we meet and develop friendships with people virtually, more easily and more often than we do so in real life. What’s even scarier is that most kids today do not see this as unusual. To them, THIS IS NORMAL. But to us, THIS IS THE NEW NORMAL (tweet that here if you like)

Hey, I’m not knocking it. I met Marrie and Suzie didn’t I? And they rock.

Stay tuned for stories of the adventures of Ms. Cheevious, Dirty in Public and Single Dating Diva (as well as some other lucky dating and relationship bloggers here in LA), but until then, think about THIS:

 

You know more about me than most people I see on a regular basis. 

 

Now THAT is scary… the fact my virtual world really may be more real than reality.

 

#MomFactor: Teach your kids to be authentic in their virtual worlds, but also, how to make friends and communicate IN REAL LIFE. KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE! 

(Some fun other tweets you can share are here and here)

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When we pull out the big guns

When we bring out the big guns

WHEN WE BRING OUT THE BIG GUNS

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I told you guys the story of my sister and I flying out to spruce up the family home a few weeks ago, but I left out a little incident that happened when we went to listen to our baby brother’s hard rock band that weekend.

What do you call two over-forty, totally white chicks at an extremely loud heavy metal concert? LOST.

But we were totally game! You have to understand that prior to this, WE WERE READY TO ROCK! We’d been ready all day. After working our fingers to the bone for two days straight, a rock-n-roll night would be had by all, dammit. We cranked Bohemian Rhapsody, on the way over in the car and sang every word of that song, Wayne’s World style, to prepare.

So, when our bro’s band played only original songs, we were a little deflated we wouldn’t get to hear our favorite Motley Crue song (everyone has one, right? Girls, Girls, Girls? That’s one, right?). Still, in a show of support, we got up to dance a few times anyway.

Then the second act came on. The guy sang in alternating tones: deep and scary, mixed with equal parts “frat boy on helium”. Occasionally he threw in a screamy-terror voice – the kind that sounded like he had a gnarly case of laryngitis and made me want to run up and give him a throat lozenge. But this is where I lost it. You guys, the guy was running around our little crowd of about thirty, zigging and zagging. He looked like a pin ball machine.

What got me was the guy had a cool microphone that allowed him to run out into the crowd. I’m sure he was doing the best he could, but dang, I would have RULED that thing. I would have climbed up on the speakers singing, lured the chicks in the crowd to dance and tear their shirts off… This guy just sort of ran back and forth, and back and forth… And occasionally to and fro.

I tried to laugh and joke about it with my sister, but trying to communicate with her was useless. I chuckled in her ear and told her my hilarious observations and she stared blankly at me. She couldn’t hear a word I was saying.

So, we pulled out the big guns.

When heavy metal is too loud, pull out the big guns.

Gotta love technology, if not for the sole purpose of delivering zingers.

Click here to tweet about the Frat-Boy on Helium…. or here to talk about the gnarly-laringitis-heavy-metal guy.

If you liked the Motley Crue artwork, give a visit to this talented artist’s page: http://nakamarusama.deviantart.com/art/Mick-Mars-paper-child-345610900

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I have the Midas "Twouch"

I’ve got the Midas “Twouch”

I’VE GOT THE MIDAS “TWOUCH”

 

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I haven’t said anything about this yet, but I have the Midas Touch on Twitter… I’m calling it the Midas Twouch, actually. (you can tweet that here).

If you don’t “Tweet” you may change your mind in a minute.

Here are some verifiable examples of how I’ve tweeted things into existence. It’s like MAGIC. I’m not even TRYING to get things, and yet they keep showing up at my door.

CASE IN POINT ONE: CHOCOLATE, CHOCOLATE, CHOCOLATE!

About a year ago I received a delectable box of chocolates in the mail from Sucre Chocolates in New Orleans after I’d been tweeting about how much I love chocolate. No surprise there. I made a video about that yummy box of chocolates and how it made me dance like Elaine from Seinfeld here, Below is a sampling of my tweets about chocolate, culminating in said “box” being sent to me:

Ms. Cheevious Chocolate Tweets

 

CASE IN POINT TWO: VODKA

I’m constantly tweeting that Vodka is my first choice in alcohol. Because of this, I received some vodka infused, yummy, healthy VitaFrute in two flavors, which made for some excellent, refreshing cocktails for a few months.

 

Here’s the tweet image in case you can’t see it above:

Vita Frute

The amount of time I spend online is asinine and I should be committed. It had gotten so ridiculous, I remember about six months ago saying out loud something like “When is all of this FREAKING HARD WORK going to pay off for REAL?”

That’s because tweeting, posting to Facebook and Instagram (for three accounts each, me the Author, me the Health Nut and for Ms. Cheevious), youtube, blogs, etc. etc... is a TON of work. I spend most of the hours in my day in front of a computer, tablet or smart phone communicating to people in a virtual world.

 

CASE IN POINT FOUR: MY FACE

I ran out of my favorite face products near the end of last year (December). I was tweeting about this, and how I needed some new products, stat. Shortly afterward, Dr. Garo Kassabian at Lift MD Aesthetics hooked me up with a huge free kit, and a diamond facial! It was awesome. They also gave the same thing to one of you lovely people.

I tweeted this, rather non-chalantly afterward.

 

Here is the image, in case the above tweet isn’t displaying properly:

I've Got the Midas Twouch

 

CASE IN POINT THREE: VROOM VROOM

So, I had just asked “When is this going to pay off for real?” And I had just tweeted #NewCar, when my answer came. I received an email from Klout (another online platform both Ms. Cheevious and me are on, which measures your online influence), letting me know I’d won their Perk contest from Chrysler. The prize? A free two year lease of a new car.  I called Klout headquarters to make sure it wasn’t a scam. It was real.

 

A TWIST IN THE “TWOUCH”

As Peter Parker’s uncle said “With great power comes great responsibility.” Something I hadn’t accounted for, was the power of my joking tweets. I can’t seem to track it down, but somewhere along the way I tweeted about winning a big prize, and how it was too bad it wasn’t a bundle of money.

Two weeks later, Chrysler called and asked if I would like to have a cash prize instead.

 

IT’S ALL IN THE GREENBACKS BABY

Here is the proof on Instagram (snapshot also below):

 

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This just happened. I won it. Yep. #ChryslerPerk #CashInsteadOfACar.

 

I’ve also tried to tweet a television series into existence for M.C. Nugget, but instead was approached by a casting director myself for a network TV show. I’m still fine-tuning that one.

SCARY STUFF. One mustn’t confuse the Twitterverse!

So, I’ll just be over here, tweeting about my best-selling book and Nuggie’s three picture deal.

 

In the meantime, I’m taking tweet requests in the comments on this post. No promises or guarantees.

 

 

#MomFactor: You’ve tried everything to get the kids to eat spinach? If all else fails, TWEET mama! TWEET!

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