Goose Hunting on the Farm

Ms. Cheevious En Masse

Million Dollar Diva

Long Live the Rabbit
Welcome to Ms. Cheevious-land, where some posts are more “Ms. Cheevious” than others…  Some can even be downright offensive…  This could be one of those. Particularly if you are a member of my family.  But know this: you have been warned.  And I’m NOT kidding. And to you females out there, just remember: don’t knock it til you’ve tried it. So here goes! List of electronic devices that give pleasure: 1)      The Television 2)      The iPod 3)      The Computer (for some) 4)      The Massage Chair, and 5)      The Rabbit (if you do not know what a Rabb

This Week’s Top Story…
New to Ms. Cheevious-Land?  Don’t be Shy!  Leave a Reply!   So, M.C. Nugget and I attended Improv Olympics in Hollywood last week for Top Story! Weekly.

Hallo-Freakin-Ween People
Welcome!  Like what you read?  Don’t be Shy!  Leave a Reply! Earth Date:  October 31, 2009 Cast of Characters: M.C. Nugget, me (Ms. Cheevious, of course), the lovely, sexy pirate wench Miranda, the spunky, deadly zombie school girl Helenna, and the entire cast of miscellaneous characters at the World Cafe in Santa Monica.

Left Boob, Right Hand
I slept really well last night. When my blackberry alarm went off at 7:45 am, which is later than I should have risen, I grabbed it, hit snooze and somehow, miraculously fell back into a deep sleep. When I woke up – oh, a cool 15 minutes later, I was laying peacefully on my back, in sort of a coffin-style position (just in time for Halloween). The first thing I noticed, however, was that my right hand had a pretty good hold of my left boob. And my arm wasn’t sore from clenching, no. It was sort of a peaceful, restful hold. I chuckled out loud. First of all, I must address the chuckle. That my friends, is pretty good, because contrary to my normal inclinations, I

Okay Okay – Have a Slice of Big Apple Pie
Oh. My. Gawd.  I have had this weird, creepy sickness for the last three weeks, and it is trying to eat away at me!  I’m not kidding. Well, okay. Not really.  But I sort of wish it were true. Then I’d be thinner, and we all know that losing weight is the bonus we get for being sick. But no dice.  I’ve not experienced anything similar, ever.  Well – maybe the time when I had mono-nucleosis and had to spit into tissues, because my throat closed up so tight that I couldn’t even swallow my own saliva.  Sad.  But it’s been THAT long people!  That was like thirty years ago!  Helloooooo! S