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Back in the day when I ate that…

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BACK IN THE DAY WHEN I ATE THAT…

 

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Did I tell you about how I ate too much of the wrong foods over Thanksgiving and then I did it again while I was on location with M.C. Nugget (while he was in a film)? I’m sorry that I don’t recall telling you guys. I’ve said it so much lately and lord knows I’ve kvetched about it somewhere  on cyberspace. So it’s most definitely OUT THERE. I’m just not sure where it is out there, because my GOD, I blog and write and tweet and post until my fingers move continuously and automatically… as if by rote. I’ve decided it’s pointless to try to keep track. Speaking of which… the fact my fingers seemingly work by rote to get my online work done is the polar opposite of what happened that other time. Remember? When my rote memory short-circuited and I went to the bathroom and almost forgot to pull down my panties? My fingers working like that are a small miracle.

Okay – now I’m tired. What was I saying, by the way?

Oh yes. I ate so much and so badly over Thanksgiving and during my time in Tucson with Nuggie — I feasted for about two months — that I decided my time in Massachusetts visiting Nuggie’s family would be a good time to get a head start on all that New Year’s health and fitness resolution mumbo-jumbo.

Can someone please take a look inside my ears and tell me if there are tiny midget aliens residing in my skull? Because I don’t know what possessed me to do this. THIS during my beloved baking, candies, egg nog, cakes, pies and – well – yumminess season. Don’t I know myself by now? I love vodka. I love chocolate. I love anything with powdered sugar, cheese, nuts… okay anything at all. But THIS:

bûche de noël in a chocolate cage

YUM.

And… enough with the shenanigans-of-an-article. I’m actually doing quite well on my quest for health during the month of death-food, thank you very much.

The other day, I was feeling proud of myself and sarcastically said to Nuggie’s brother, I don’t need any of that bread. Back in the day when I ate that… (you know… way back last week)…  I had enough of it then.

Enough said.

Have a fun holiday. Have a healthy holiday… and don’t drink irresponsibly, so that people think you’re a drunk. Here’s a link to my vlog about THAT: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCd5Z3zLqzk

 

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Getting this holiday cheer thing down

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GETTING THIS HOLIDAY CHEER THING DOWN

 

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When the holiday earmarking the thankfulness thing is so recent we can still smell the stuffing, and the next one earmarking goodwill toward men is so close you can taste the candy canes, you know it’s THAT time of year. The time when we’re supposed to allow anger, rage and hatred for all of mankind to dissipate in favor of those more gracious expressions, right?

 

Yes. It is that time.

 

Xmas Tree
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But just because I plan to be joyful, cheerful and full of good will doesn’t mean I always am. And even if I do exhibit these great qualities or sentiments once every um – day – right? –  these acts shouldn’t be confused with any kind of zen-like or mature disposition – PFFF.

I mean, I’m working on it, but god it’s taking a while to get there.

Remember the time I told you how I was sitting stalled on a freeway off-ramp just before this past Thanksgiving, because car number 2 in our little family blew a gasket (or something)? That story may have flown under your radar, because I posted it on my personal website rather than here. I wax PG on that site.

Yep… I had the hood up and steam was rolling from the engine, when some lousy punk-ass kids drove by leaning on the horn, hurling expletives at me for blocking the road. I could have been the bigger person and chuckled at those involved little people who were obviously incapable of understanding the great opportunity for compassion they were missing. But I hurled back an expletive like “F*CK YOU! F*CKING ASSHOLE!” as I chased them thinking I could actually take the whole lazy, good-for-nothing lot of them. I probably could have.

It’s awesome how just when you say something like I’m working on being thankful, or gracious, (or any of those great qualities we sometimes think we wish we had) that’s when every mo-fo situation under the sun comes your way to help you practice those great qualities.

So, now when I find myself in Tucson, with M.C. Nugget (in case you forgot, he’s on location shooting a film and I am his guest), it’s only fitting that the freaking hotel can’t get a single friggin’ thing right…

I have to hold my breath til I turn blue, then slap my own face to stop myself from doing what I REALLY want to do.  I have do my ohmmmms of I’m a guest of the film production people…. I’m thankful… I’m gracious… I’m joyful…

But what I really WANT to do is sign up for EIGHT THOUSAND different Yelp accounts and report every misstep by this flippin’ hotel. Because SOMEONE should! They lose mail, they forget to do promised wake-up calls, their gym has dirty mats and equipment, no one knows how the jacuzzis by the pool work, and the maids keep forgetting to do things like put pillow cases on our pillows. (The irony of my complaining about my maids – and how ridiculously privileged that sounds doesn’t escape me).

But you guys…. I won’t do that… I won’t sign up for eight thousand yelp accounts (even though I probably should), because DAMMIT…come hell or high water, I’m getting this holiday cheer thing DOWN.

Let’s do it together. Shall we?

 

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Fa La La La La HA!

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Sometimes, people, you just gotta let yourself laugh… Enjoy the moment – no matter WHAT curve balls the world throws at you.

I am alone and without family today, Christmas Eve.  I will be alone when I wake up tomorrow morning on Christmas Day.  

And I am thoroughly enjoying it.

You may ask why, when you read this next little bit, but I’ll explain afterward:

When my fourteen year old asked to stay with his dad (two states away) for the holidays, because, hey – he’s a teenager, and all his friends, cool cousins and festivities are there – I was actually fine with it.  I gave him the choice — with a minor caveat: He had to put a gift (we were doing gag gifts this year) together and get it in the mail to me, so I would have it and know he was thinking of me on Christmas Day.  I figured it was a fair trade off.

Then, when I spoke to his dad yesterday – the day BEFORE Christmas Eve, and he couldn’t “remember” whether they had shipped the package, I knew the chances were pretty good I wouldn’t be receiving anything for Christmas from my teenager. His dad can be such a schlub, and my son – sadly – (and if he doesn’t wise up) is definitely in danger of becoming one too.

So – I know I am Ms. Cheevious.  I’m a cool, whimsical, fun-loving person at heart.  But that really pissed me off.

My brain swung to every extreme of the pendulum.  I could bring the kid back to my home, make him live with me for the rest of his high-school years and tell him “too bad… tough toast… suck it up” when he cries about it…. or, I could simply ignore him… pretend he doesn’t exist…  that I don’t have a teenage son…  and make him do any and all the work (groveling, begging) to prove he really is my flesh and blood, if he is so inclined…  or, I could simply do nothing.  Right now I am inclined to do nothing.

You know why?  Because today and this weekend, my friends, is all about ME.  I don’t have TIME to get upset about someone ELSE’s lack of respect, or selfishness, or responsibility…  As I said, right now is all about ME!  I can’t be bothered sniveling, worrying  – or even expending all that negative time and energy – on something someone else did or did not do!  So I adjusted my attitude.  I had to remind myself that I had so looked forward to this new adventure of spending the holiday as a SOLO person – something I have never done – and by god, I was NOT going to let anything take my “cool” holiday away from me.

Then I took an inventory of my solo time thus far.

Since Monday when I dropped my guy M.C. Nugget off at the airport to visit his family back east, I have enjoyed: 1) a luscious Thai Massage, 2) a fabulous sushi dinner and drinks with a gal pal, 3) a crazy jaunt to the movie theatre – at a MALLLLLL (right before Christmas) – and none of my friends or family could complain about the crowds or anything, and 4) a quiet dinner at Nuggie’s beach pad with another gal pal, watching movies and commiserating about our future successes as power people in Hollywood. 

What more could one ask? HA!

Then, after my friend left last night, I tucked myself into Nuggie’s oh-so-cozy bed, and fell into a sweet slumber.  When I woke up this morning at 9:00 AM, I opened my eyes and smiled.  It was so peaceful, and I thought about spending the entire day doing only that which pleased ME. Me me me me meeeeeeee!  

Then I actually laughed out loud – kinda sinister-like.  Heh, heh.  What a turn of events, eh?  Me – Ms. Cheevious – craving the delights of solitude during a time of year that is DESIGNED for festivity! 

Oh – I’ll get mine – don’t you worry – cuz Nuggie’s coming back on Monday – and then it’s New Year’s Eve!  But for now, I am content to forget all my troubles and LAUGH, and enjoy every single moment this Holiday has to offer!

Tonight I am at a dinner party with friends, and tomorrow my schedule is jammed with festivities… from a brunch with some Hollywood power-people, to a glass of cheer and gift exchange with my oldest son… and then dinner with a separate group of friends.

So, during this holiday season, and even after one of the toughest years financially known to man, in the history of our country – when most people still get sappy, drippy-eyed, sweet as sugar and sentimental about it – I am consciously setting aside my worries, troubles, etc…  to enjoy myself….  DAMMIT!! 

And when your family or loved ones say something to hurt you or piss you off –  look them square in the face and LAUGH OUT LOUD.  Just don’t do it too aggressively.  We don’t want violence over the holidays.  But laugh like you mean it… like you have something great to laugh about, and to enjoy.  They’ll either think you’ve gone a little whacko, or they’ll realize that your positive, happy demeanor cannot be penetrated by their parasitic, negative behavior. 

That’ll teach them to screw with your holidays.  HA!

So, tune in next time when I’ll tell you all about the Fraggle Rock red carpet event I took my people to.  It was star studded, and funnnnn.

Love you people!  Mmmmmmphhhuuuhhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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