Cheese Balls and Alcohol

In March, I left a job because of… mean girls. Yes. Actual, real-life, adult, paycheck-collecting mean girls. I hate that I even have to say that sentence out loud, but here we are. And let me tell you—it was hands down the worst professional experience of my life. A lot of you know where I was working, but maybe not that I left—or why. So buckle up. I made it 8 months. Eight. Whole. Months. Honestly, I deserve a commemorative plaque or at least a strong margarita for that level of endurance. At first, the opportunity sounded amazing. New role, new challenge, life away from the bedside—I was ready. But because I’m not new to the game, I kept my position at UCHealth. Your girl always keeps a safety net. We don’t just leap—we strategically hover. Day ONE at the new job, I questioned how an LPN was taking vital signs. You know, normal nurse behavior—making sure things are, oh, I don’t know, accurate and legal. Apparently, that was my villain origin story. From that moment on, she decided ...

I said goodbye to my sweet Betty tonight. Betty is my Jeep Grand Cherokee that I have had for the past 8 years and I loved her. I still love her. But sadly Betty needed some repairs that were pretty spendy so I started looking at other vehicles.  Why is it that I felt like I was cheating on her by looking at other vehicles?? When discussing other vehicles I would talk softly and tell Steve to lower his voice so she wouldn't hear us talking about her fate - silly, I know.  I blame Disney and Pixar for making me think that cars have feelings. Maybe they do, but one thing is for sure - I have feelings and I am sad that Betty no longer belongs to me.  And yes when I left her at the dealership, I cried. I am still crying. Our poor sales guy didn't know what to do with me.  Here's something weird about me, well here is another thing that is weird about me. Those of you that know me, know that quite a few weird things are going on in this brain of mine, but this one i...

Hi, I'm nobody. But I used to be "somebody", or at least I thought I was somebody back when I had a pretty cool job.  Don't get me wrong, I love my job now, but there were certain perks that came with the old job that I miss a little.  Yes, that is a selfie with Luke Bryan! Dierks Bentley is literally the coolest person I have ever met. And STILL answers my texts to this day! (Watch your feet...I just name-dropped...again) One of the perks of that job was getting to meet SO many artists and see so many concerts (usually for free). I got spoiled, I admit it. Three years ago, I left that job to pursue my lifelong dream of becoming a nurse. I graduate in 282 days, but who's counting?!? After graduation, I will have a BSN and will officially become a Registered Nurse. Finally, a dream of mine will come true and a lifetime of learning will actually pay off.  That being said, I have noticed that over the past 3 years, I have lost a lot of friends. I guess when you have ...

Tis the season....to be a shitty driver! Here is why I say that:  I was driving the other day and just like every other day, someone felt the need to crawl up my ass and ride my bumper in traffic. Now, I say "in traffic" because there was a lot of traffic! I could not physically drive any faster.  The person behind me decided that his day was way more important than any of the other 6000 cars in front of me and that I should be the one to move out of his way. So that made me think, what if we walked around in public like we drive? For example, if you and I were at the grocery store and I decided that I needed to get to the Totino's pizza faster than you did, what if I just got right up in your business and started "tailgating" you with my body?  I'll tell you what would happen, I would either get punched or I would have charges filed against me for harassment. But somehow this behavior is completely acceptable in our vehicles. That being said, I tried this ...

I was walking through the San Diego airport a couple of weeks ago, and I got in to a fight. Yes, a fight...well, an argument actually.  Hi I'm Alisha and I as a grown ass woman got in to an argument with a 20-something year old man that weighed maybe 120 pounds.  Now, don't get me wrong, his age doesn't have THAT much to do with it, but maybe a little. I tend to lean toward the thought that respect has not been taught to the younger generations (it's MY opinion and MY blog - so I am entitled to it). Here's what happened: We were walking from one gate to another and Twigman (as I call him now) couldn't be bothered to look up from his cell phone to watch where he was walking. The first time Twigman cut me off and walked right in front of me, like I was invisible. The second time he cut me off was when he walked slowly side to side (making it impossible to pass him) and then stopped directly in front of us. Believe me, I tried to pass him and be pleasant, but I jus...

I was sitting on the tarmac about to start three full days of fun and sun in Vegas when I found out that one of my very best friends on the planet died. He died. There is no other way to say it. He. Died.  People try to sugar coat it and say "passed away", "left us", "went to a better place"....BULLSHIT.  He died and I am miserable.  At the very moment that it sank in that he was gone my heart began to physically ache and it hasn't stopped aching - and my eyes....are leaking. I think they call them tears. Now, normally I would race to the oh-so-trusty WebMD and self diagnose myself with what I am sure is a heart attack and convince myself that I am dying...but I already know that the pain I feel is a part of my heart breaking, never to be healed again. Because the minute I knew that Earl was no longer on this earth, a part of my heart broke and died with him. And I will never be the same.  Some losses change you forever. I met Earl when I was just 20 y...

IMAGE CREDIT: CNN Someday when we are all long gone, people are going to talk about us. We are making history here people. I hate that we are going to go down in history as "The TP Hoarders of 2020" - well, SOME of you will (myself NOT included). I bought toilet paper before buying TP was cool, you know...on a regular Wednesday at Costco before the shit show broke out! But I digress, we are literally making history...please don't F*ck it up. Try to keep your shit together!! The last time a pandemic happened in this country was 1918. I don't know about you, but I was not alive at that time, and I personally don't know anyone that was. But I don't recall reading about anyone losing their minds, stealing, looting, killing, mass hysteria...you know, the insane crap we do now. Keep it together people! We are being asked to stay inside, practice social distancing, only go out if necessary, and for the love of God stop hoarding necessary items. Just be ki...

Wow. Just wow. Steve and I went to our local little Walmart last night and I could not believe what I saw, but I know that you have all been there too. You have all looked at the bare shelves and thought W...T...F?!?! Image Source: KOAA.COM Like, what in the actual....how did a respiratory illness equate to everyone buying up every single roll of toilet paper and every sweet morsel of Velveeta Shells and Cheese!!??! I am baffled, not by the panic or the fear of this pandemic - because I am a little fearful of getting sick, not so much so that I need to purchase all the groceries in the freakin' free world, but that people do not have enough supplies in their house to survive this. Does that make me weird? I have toilet paper, paper towels, pasta and meat. I have these things because I keep them in my house on the regular. You see, we have two teenagers, and trying to figure what to feed them, what they WILL eat, when they will be home to eat, and if and when they are b...

I am at a loss, because of a loss. A friend of mine recently passed away suddenly. And when I say suddenly, I mean he was plucked out of his life in an instant. And I am still shocked. My heart hurts for his family, especially his daughter, but I also hurt for his wife. And I am not sure why, but I think this one changed me, just a little bit. My friend, was not much older than I am, and when he went to work, he had no idea that he was not going to come home that night. So, as I was sitting at home last night, I looked around our house, looked lovingly at Steve and said, "I am going to feel really bad for you if I die." Naturally he looked at me like...what the hell did you just say?! I know, it's a strange statement, but let's put some things into perspective. Seriously people, take a look around your house. I don't know about you, but I have accumulated A LOT of crap in my thirty (ahem) forty-something years! If something were to happen to me, who is goi...

I was talking to one of my best friends today and I realized that I may not be hanging around with the right kind of people. Let me explain... I am VERY choosey lately who I let in to my circle. If you get to hang out with me and my friends...you're welcome! We are nothing short of spectacular, or at least I thought that we were. Until I saw this... Borrowed photo from The Wine Chronicles and from a text my friend Jill sent me! Now let me ask you this, who the HELL has ever just lost a shoe?  I have never been having so much fun that: 1). my shoe flew off  2). I said "ah, what the hell. I don't need it anyway!" I must care about my shoes far more than some of the other people out there! I would never leave one of my precious babies in the middle of the road to fend for itself. And I spend too much money on my shoes to just throw then around all willy-nilly! However, that being said...I could be convinced if (and only IF) I was having f...

It's bittersweet when you decide to move on to something new. I left something that I knew like the back of my hand and moved on to something new. My career in radio was something that I loved more than I could ever express, but when it's time to move on, you just know. And this time, I knew.  I made the very hard decision to step away from the microphone at Nash FM and try something new. I walked away TWO MONTHS AGO from one-half of the Cutter and Alisha Morning Show. Where has the time gone?? Over the years, I have had the opportunity to meet and see some of the most amazing artists from some of the best seats, and some of the worst seats (but at least I was in the building)! So here I am at the end of the year (almost) and I always get nostalgic and think back about some of the greatest moments, not only of the year, but of my career in radio. Some of the best moments that come to mind are: I sat side-stage at Gruene Hall and watched George Strait sing to a ...

This weekend I broke up with my two of my best friends, Gargoyle* and Ragnarok* (not their real names), and it felt pretty damn good! No, you know what, it feels great! At the time, it felt awful, but now I know they should have been dumped a long time ago! They have been using me for years. I always thought it was odd that they were always around when cool events or concerts were occurring and were always more than happy to go with us to everything IF we offered free tickets. I did invite them to go for free after all. However, anytime there was an event that we were going to that they would be required to BUY tickets...oddly, they had other plans, or were unavailable for some reason or another. I wrote this off as coincidence for the longest time, because after all, they were my FRIENDS. And friends wouldn't use you like that, would they? The answer is yes. Yes, they would and yes they do and yes they did. At least these "friends" did. Over the summer we drif...