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Here’s something BIG

November 11, 2013 by MsCheevious

HERE’S SOMETHING BIG

 

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

Has it really almost been a week?

Okay that is IT!

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

No really. Watch.

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

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

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

TA-DAHHHHH! 

 

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

DOMESTIC PARTNERS!

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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Filed Under: Daily Mischief Tagged With: City Clerk, City Hall, Dating, Domestic Partner, Husband, Marriage, Paternership, Relationship, Rings, Santa Monica, Wife

Enough Whiny Snow Talk

February 10, 2013 by MsCheevious

I was inspired to write this post, because of all the snow talk… talk of the record-breaking blizzards and snow storms that hit the Northeast here in the U.S. over the past few days.

Do you recall last winter (remember, back in 2011 and 2012?), how people seemed astonished by how mild the weather was?  The entire country was convinced that there was truth to the global warming thing, because it seemed that none of the ski areas had good snow. Some never even opened. In the entire country.

That’s a huge landscape people.

People whined and complained about it. I always listen in disbelief when people talk about the winter being too warm. When I was a kid, I was out sunbathing in sixty degree weather. I lived for “warm.”  But complaining about a mild winter?  That’s risky.  I love how the blogger Dooce stated that she wanted to butt into those conversations with a can of mace:

“Because the Universe? It is always listening. And it’s like, oh? Really? You want snow? YOU JUST WAIT. Because this winter I’m going to pin you down and shove snow down your maw so hard you that are going to poop ice through Labor Day.

The Universe was so not kidding. In fact, the Universe is Tony Soprano.”

M.C. Nugget (my beau) and I were guilty of this very same whining and complaining last year ourselves. We weren’t thrilled with the mere pittance of snowfall received at Mammoth Ski Area, because it was the one and only place in years that either one of us had relented and actually bought and paid for a season pass.  So, in a sense, we had every right to complain. We had a vested interest, and the great Mountain did not deliver.

But I gotta tell you something. Here in Southern California, it was only a few short weeks ago we were shocked and awed by our 85 degree summer-like weather. We’d just gotten a few weeks past the news of the East coast Hurricane Sandy horrors, and still, things here grew warmer and balmier.

People were talking about it, and loving life here on the sunny left coast. I overheard someone saying how they remembered Januaries here as always experiencing a bit of a heat wave.  I don’t have a recollection of it being the case every year, but eh? What did I care? It was warm and yummy out. That was good enough for me. I nodded and smiled.

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Then over the course of the next few weeks our warm balmy weather started to turn cloudy, foggy, rainy.  What was happening? I tried to ignore it. I thought surely it was a freak of nature and our warm balmy breezes would soon return. No. We had some ups and downs.  It would get warm, and then it was like the universe was having a wicked, amusement with us, wringing it’s hands “Mwahahaha…” It was warm, then cold. Sunny, then foggy. Warm again for a few days last week, and our hopes were kindled. We breathed out in relief.

But then it happened. No sooner did the weather forecasters warn of dangerous blizzards, record-breaking temperatures and snow falls on the East coast, that we here in Santa Monica started to feel the chill in the air again too. The wind and rain and chill grew more intense.

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As I put on my Uggs, and pull my puffy coat back out of the crevice in the closet reserved for forgotten winter gear to run a quick errand, I’m a little miffed.  NO. I’m EXTREMELY MIFFED. I’m kinda tired of hearing about your snow problems. First it’s “There isn’t enough snow! wah wah wah”… then it’s “OH NO… THERE IS TOO MUCH SNOW.” Which is it people?

Someone took my SUNSHINE, for goddsakes. That is just wrong. And I think the East coast is to blame.  The record breaking cold temperatures, snowfall and dangerous blizzards probably caused some kind of planetary shift in weather patterns… so it’s bye bye warm and sunny, hello gooey, dewy, drizzly, foggy schmutzy weather.

So, there shall be no more whining about your sad snow. There has been quite enough whiny snow talk.  Boo hoo hoo… you’re too cold?  Well so am I.  So stop your whining, UNKAY?  I want my Indian Summer back!  If you’d like to appease me or set my mind at ease, you could send me some Irish Whiskey or something to warm me up.  That might help.

Now I think I better go out for a walk on the cool, brisk beach.

Love you people!!!! Mmmmmpppphhhuuuhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

aka Lisa Jey Davis

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Filed Under: Living Life, Sheer Utter Silliness, Uncategorized Tagged With: blizzards, global warming, Hurricane Sandy, Mammoth Mountain, Mammoth Ski Area, Santa Monica, Ski Area, Ski Resorts, Snow, snow storms, tony soprano, Weather, Winter

The Great Blackout of 2011

January 14, 2011 by MsCheevious

Here you are my pretties… The video blog I promised.  Be ready because it’s a very scary video.  Brace yourselves!

And – oh – for you newbies, the reason my man Emcee Nugget is blurry and covered by his alter-ego – THE CHICKEN (get it? M.C. Nugget?) – is because everyone on my blog has an alias or alter ego – to protect their true identity.  You can read more about my people on my page describing this blog and it’s cast of characters!

Also – He is not the ONLY one on the video – so don’t start to watch and get bored… there’s MORE frivolous insanity after his little clip…

If you cannot view the video viewing box above, (as some providers do not allow for it), click this link here: The Great Blackout of 2011

Or simply go to my Youtube channel!

I expect your comments here!  Enjoy!  And stay tuned for another video blog about New Year’s Eve… Where the BEL-AIR FASHION POLICE critiqued everyone at a swanky Bel-Air party!

See you soon!

Love you people!!!  Mmmppphhhhhhuuuuhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Filed Under: Anti-stress, Sheer Utter Silliness, Uncategorized Tagged With: Blackout, Emcee Nugget, Santa Monica

How Ms. Cheevious Got Her Groove Back

January 23, 2008 by MsCheevious

“I have a funny story, right?” my British gal-pal said on the phone.  “We were all talking at the office the other day about what to do this weekend, and one of the girls in the office said she was going to Temple Bar.  It reminded me of that time a couple years back when we went to Boa, and then went with that guy – remember?”  I remembered.  I could also hear my girlfriend’s laughter in her voice.  It sounded like she was going to cry, it tickled her so.  “I told them, ‘I’ve GOT to tell you a funny story!  My girlfriend Lisa Jey and I went there one night – and Lisa Jey thought she was one of the ‘sistahs” – remember that?”  Why did she keep asking me that?  I remembered.  I laughed too. I was a crack up, I’m sure.

Here’s how it went down: (and no, I didn’t say ‘it went down’ to sound like I am a rapper or hipper-cooler chick than I am – that’s really how I talk, okay?) Basically, my friend Sheila (I’ve changed her name to protect her innocence.  Lord knows she needs it! ha ha) and I are the best of friends.  We are like sisters.  We get asked it all the time, too – whether we are sisters.  But she’s got this great British accent, and if there is some type of food I won’t eat – like bread or butter – she eats it, and still remains thin. Sometimes I hate her for that.

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Me (left) and my “Sistah” “Sheila”
Pretty lucky to be asked if we are sisters, eh?

I was scheduled that fall to fly out to Los Angeles to work on Soul Train’s Lady of Soul Awards, no less.  Just before my trip, Sheila got a sizable promotion or bonus or something at work.  I’d also just sold a piece of real estate and made a sizable profit.  We agreed we’d celebrate together when I was back in LA.

Sheila picked Boa, a wonderful steakhouse in Santa Monica with a very chic atmosphere, replete with bistro tables all in a row (and very close to each other), and a fantastic wine list.  About a third the way through dinner, a gentleman sat down at the table next to us who was obviously on his own.  He wasn’t bad looking either.  He had dark skin – so immediately I pegged him as potential for Sheila. She likes dark and handsome guys.  I wasn’t sure, though, as he seemed a tad-bit old for her.  She also likes younger guys.

Well, after we’d polished off a bottle of wine, I couldn’t help but strike up a conversation with this guy. He just sort of kept glancing sideways at us, and our tables were so close, he may as well have been sitting with us.  Once the introductions were out of the way, and after a couple more cocktails, we learned our new friend, Kevin Sullivan was a fairly well-known director.  His most recognizable directorial project was probably “How Stella Got Her Groove Back.”

We talked about lots of things, and were getting along swimmingly (it’s the closest I’ll ever come to being British – using that sort of vernacular), when our bill appeared, and it was apparently time to move on.  We were discussing options when Kevin said he’d been to a club nearby that plays live music, and it was pretty cool. He even offered to drive, as he’d not been drinking.  I’d worked all day with the Lady of Soul gals, and one of them mentioned she was going to Temple Bar as well.  I thought it sounded great.

We walked into Temple Bar, and immediately we could see that we were in Sheila HEAVEN.  If there was ever a place where all the people from the hip-hop and R&B communities hang out, THIS was it!  Sheila and Kevin seemed to be getting along a little better than before (they were arm in arm now), so I took my cue to do some of my famous Ms. Cheevious social fluttering.  I took my drink and proceeded to try and blend in.

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Sheila & I getting our
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The bar area had a dark atmosphere, with black wooden booths in the bar area, and red velvet accents.  I strutted past the booths, with guys and their girls lounging around looking at me as if I were on exhibit at the zoo.  I have to say, I am extremely white.  I have long blonde hair, and I live in Colorado most of the time.  This doesn’t mean much, accept for the fact that it contributes to my whiteness.  There isn’t much opportunity for sun bathing in Aspen.  So, on this particular night I was whiter than usual, and I felt it.  I could feel the gazes of the “brothers” on me, and their women too.  I struck up conversations with perfect strangers, and even shared a drink (by this time, I’d switched to water) with one group.  I decided to continue fluttering.  There was a wide opening to another room where a lot of people were crowding near the stage.  They had live music that night, and the band was exceptional – the kind you might only hear in LA or NY.  ‘Ooooh!’ I thought tipsily, ‘They’re good! How fun!’ as I proceeded to inject my whiteness into the sea of black beauties and groupies in the crowd.

Sheila and Kevin stayed toward the back of the room, as the lead singer jumped down  into the midst of the crowd.  I am a sucker for an exceptional vocal talent, and he had it.  He sang those R&B runs and his voice went all over the musical landscape – but with incredible finesse.  He was good looking too.  That didn’t hurt, as he tried to get the crowd of mostly women excited about his song.

Then it happened. He started to do this scatting thing back and forth with a few select little cuties in the crowd, and somehow – don’t ask me how or why – it must have been the alcohol – I decided I needed to get up there and vie for my turn at the mic.  ‘Why not?’ I reasoned with myself.  ‘I was a singer!  I use to practice this kind of stuff all the time, and I was good too! Plus there was that time I ROCKED scatting with the guy at Nic’s Martini Lounge in Beverly Hills!  This can’t be that different!’  No matter that I’d not sung professionally, or even practiced in several years – or the fact that I was somewhat inebriated, and probably not even speaking clearly. I was determined!   So, I careful maneuvered my way toward the area where this hot R&B vocalist was doing his “thing” and watched, smiling, waiting for my turn.  The other girls nearby bounced with me to the beat (See?  How white is that?).

He was singing this one line, something like “I said, tell me what you are looking for???”  And then he would put the microphone in front of a few of the faces in the crowd, who immediately backed away.  I was right there with him, and ready to go. So, when he repeated his line to me, “I said TELLLL me what you are LOOOOOKING  forrrr?”  I leaned in and – in my mind and in my heart I sang as hip and cool as Mariah Carey.  I could hang with the best of them, as the words “Much betttttter!” came out of my mouth.  Only the sound that actually came out was not what I’d envisioned for myself on my big lucky break.  Here I was scatting back and forth with this guy, and my voice felt like it was stuck in tar.  I couldn’t make it move fast at all!  Plus, I missed quite a few notes!  But I gave it my ALL.  I tell ya, it was an exhilarating experience, and now I know what it feels like to sing very badly in public!  It was hysterical!

After it was all over, and my singing partner had moved on, I turned to one of the girls next to me and exclaimed, “Oh my god! That was so bad!”  And she kindly said, “Girl! You held your own!  You were right on!”  Which led me to think that everyone in that place was drunk anyway, and none of it really mattered!

I meandered back to Sheila and Kevin.  Sheila had a mocking smile on her face, and as soon as I got close enough, she said, laughing, “What were you doing?  Do you think you’re a sister now or something?” I just laughed and threw out some cliched response, but the truth was I had a blast, and it’s one of my favorite memories to this day.

So what can we all learn from this boys and girls?  That if you aren’t willing to take chances or risks, you could miss out on the spice of life?  Yes.  But more than that, if you’re in need of getting your groove on, or you’ve been living a suburban existence, or perhaps you’ve just been working too hard –  make a trip to Temple Bar in Santa Monica.  I did.  I’d been living in Colorado, and hadn’t been out singing in a very long time. It’s how I got my groove back!

 

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Filed Under: Blogroll, Dating, Entertainment, Girls Gone Wild, Girls Night Out, Hip Chicks, Single Moms, Single Women Tagged With: Kevin Sullivan, Ms. Cheevious Got Her Groove Back, Santa Monica, Stella got her Groove Back, Temple Bar

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