My blogs have become more and more inconsistent lately. I used to blog several times a week and over the past few months it’s declined to nearly one or twice a month. Where the hell have I been? Let me tell you: I’ve been less than inspired which may mean that my life is heading in a good direction since most of my blogging was exploiting what pissed me off on any given day. I’ve also been quite busy with several new ventures that have taken up quite a bit of my time. But since you are my among my faithful, I should be sharing this with you anyway.

The biggest news to come into my life is that Jeff officially asked me to marry him. I say “officially” because when Jeff and I were only together a month he expressed his interest in marrying me and I knew then that we would eventually be married. It’s been over 18 months since we first met and we’ve lived together for a year. In the past  year that we have lived together we were hit with so many changes and challenges that it proves that when times are joyous it’s very easy to love and be loved. It means so much more when you can love and be loved in the face of extreme changes and obstacles. Through everything we have been a team and have fallen more and more in love everyday… something I truly never thought possible. So planning my fall 2011 wedding has definitely taken a chunk of my time…. blissfully.

Another big venture has been my weight loss journey. I’ve tried every possible means of losing weight over the past 30 years and have met many with great success… for a while. I seem to get on board with enthusiasm and it works well until anything happens to throw me off track. Once I’m off track it takes a mountain to get me back on track. I’ve easily gained and lost well over a thousand pounds in the past decade, seriously. I started a program last January that was wonderful but highly restrictive. All was fine until they closed the center and we were moving and I just couldn’t maintain without it. After months of slowly gaining I decided to tackle my weight loss in a new way: Weight Watchers. I don’t need a “diet.” I need a damn lifestyle change that teaches me proper eating habits, portion control, and balance it with real life situations and solutions. I’ve found that with WW. There really isn’t anything you can’t eat, you just have to make sure that you get the right point value for it and allocate it. I like having daily accountability and even though I shirk at the thought of me in a room with a bunch of humans I don’t know, I find I really like the meetings. If you’re on WW and want to hang with me in the community over there where I have been (and will continue to) blog daily click HERE.  Oh, and be sure to read my first blog which explains my decision to join WW and how it has nothing to do with my wedding but a far different event.

The last venture I’ve been working on is my radio show. I know it seems so different from years past but I’m working on several changes for 2010 that include streaming the show live and broadcasting from events. We had several audio challenges last year when we tried to do it in testing but now we seem to be on track with equipment and I will actually have some live assistants that will be helping make this a reality this year. I’m also starting a new venture with the show on a different night with a different platform but don’t worry, Monday nights will always be for Live & Uncensored! More information on this will be available in the coming weeks so keep your eye out.

As you can see things are shaping up all over the place from my radio show to the jiggle on my arms and my impending nuptials.  Keep with me and I promise to blog more regularlyand keep you informed!

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In America it seems that anyone can be a star these days. Reality programming has made that possible more than ever before. It’s true, we are a nation obsessed with celebrity and now “celebreality.” This wasn’t always the case. When I was younger our only hope of being on television was local news coverage or if you somehow managed to get on Teen Jeopardy.

We still had movie stars. Legitimate movie stars. We loved their looks, their glamour, and everyone wanted to be them. In 1987,  I was in high school and I remember seeing The Lost Boys. The movie was incredible. It starred Corey Haim and Corey Feldman also known as The Two Coreys. I remember looking up Corey Haim because he was young, hot, and a movie star. Then I noticed  that we were the same age. I wondered what cosmic shift in the Universe could have occured that I was sitting in my kitchen attemping my math homework and this kid’s on a red carpet somewhere. I remember feeling it was so unfair that some kids got stardom and others got trigonometry.

I didn’t know in 1987, I was blessed with trigonometry. I knew it in the years following when The Two Coreys became falling stars. Consumed by their failing celebrity, unable to get work, and turning to drugs to numb out. They were once on top of the world and even tried to get it back through reality television and to no avail.

We were the same age in 1987, and we are the same age now when I woke up this morning to discover that Corey Haim accidently overdosed and died in Burbank, CA. It’s still amazing to me. He was someone who went as high as life could take him –  literally and figuratively – and he is now gone.  All that talent, all that promise, all that hope….

Lindsay Lohan, are you listening?

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One of my favorite shows is The Office on NBC. The reason I like it is because the boss of Dunder Mifflin, Michael Scott, is a complete buffoon who thinks he’s the greatest boss in the world. He’s an idiot and everyone else seems to know it but part of the fun and most of his charm comes from how oblivious he is to everything. I can laugh at Michael Scott on television but if he were my boss I would most likely dream of pushing him over a cliff.

We’ve all had some crazy bosses, I’m sure. Maybe not quite Michael Scott crazy – but crazy enough. Just to prove that this is true our friends from People of Walmart have created a new site That’s My Boss that is hilarious. It’s a website where you can submit your own stories of your horrendous bosses but don’t worry your story is completely confidential and will never be disclosed.  Luke Wherry, one of the creators of the websites, will be joining us on Regina’s Universe: Live & Uncensored on Monday, March 1st to discuss That’s My Boss, You Drive What and of course People of Walmart!

Go to the site and let loose. Tell the world about your boss and if you think  your story is truly hilarious or outrageous then we want to hear it on the show for a chance to win People of Walmart t-shirts and a $25 Visa Gift Card! Check out the show Monday, March 1st at 10pm ET and call in your story to 646.716.8825 and you can even click to talk directly to the show from your computer using a headset and mic.

Got a crazy story? Funny submission? Check out the site and if you think you can do better than that call it in and throw it past the creators for a chance to WIN!!

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A woman is stirring vegetables on the stove preparing for the evening’s dinner. Despite her hard work,  she won’t be eating the dinner. It’s a meal she’s preparing for her live in boyfriend and his date. She will greet his new sex partner at the door and then polish her toenails while  her man and his newest woman have sex in the next room. This was the latest episode of National Geographic’s controversial new show TABOO.

They call their relationship dynamic Negotiated Infidelity and the couple featured, Holly and Dino, are from Australia and feel that this is the best possible relationship for them. The basics of Negotiated Infidelity is that both partners are able to meet other people and have sexual relations with them under defined rules. Dinner is okay but cuddling and other forms of intimacy are not. They have to meet the partners and the new partners have to be aware of their unique situation and they get to negotiate the terms of the infidelity.

Holly, who has even written a book on this subject, claims that since she was cheated on by her ex that this way is much better for her. She feels she  has an element of control over the situation and that her man won’t cheat behind her back. They both expressed an appreciation that at any time they understand that they could meet someone that they could possibly want to pursue further but neither seemed to worried that it could happen.

I started thinking about this and I couldn’t make any sense of it. It certainly isn’t monogamy because both partners are so willing to engage in meeting other sexual partners. It’s different from swinging because the sex acts are done behind closed doors and don’t involve the other spouse. It isn’t even polyamory because you aren’t sharing intimacy with your other partners only your spouse.

Even if it is a “new” type of relationship it seems almost impossible to do successfully. Humans may not be monogamous by nature but that is part of the beauty of committment. To find a person that is worth staying with through ups and downs or for richer or poorer, if you will. Even if we aren’t monogamous by design we are jealous beings and I find that at some point while Holly is painting her toenails listening to her man makes another woman moan she will come to terms with her definition of relationship.

You may get cheated on in your life and it may devastate you but that doesn’t mean that you have to give a license to cheat in your relationship and think it will protect you from getting hurt.

What do you think? We will be discussing this on the air on Monday, February 22nd at 10pm ET. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

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Sometimes things are just so disturbing that you need to take a moment to let it sink in before you can put it into words. Last night on my webcast Regina’s Universe: Live & Uncensored we were just over an hour into our conversation on Fighting Fair when one of those disturbing moments occured.

When you do a live show you never can tell what’s going to happen next and you get your fair share of crazy people calling in to comment. Last night I took a call from a man who has called in before and he’s known to have strong opinions. He was making some comments that were getting misongynistic about how all fights are started by women in relationships and I did my best to defend my point of view and still respect the fact that he had an opinion even if I didn’t agree with it. Then he said something that was just so out of line that I couldn’t believe it.

He said: “If a girl comes to my house, she’s safe. I won’t kiss her if she doesn’t want to kiss her or fondle her if she doesn’t want. But all that goes out the door if she goes into my bedroom.”

I was STUNNED. I told him that I don’t care if I was begging him to touch me all night long that I soon as I said NO then all bets were off. He completely disagreed even when I said that what he was saying constitutes RAPE. He tried to even further say that my viewpoint is part of the “problem.”

As a woman, as a mother, and as a human being I cannot begin to express how  much this disturbed me. For anyone to believe that a woman no longer has rights because she entered his bedroom is appalling. I can’t imagine how many women may have been harmed at the hands of this man or any others who believe the same as he does.

After I dressed him down I hung up on him. In over 2 years of live programming and hundreds of shows I have only deliberately hung up on a person one time before this and if the situation was to happen all over again I would act the same way.

What do you think of his comments? Did you listen to the show?

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So I’ve been hanging out a Flea Markets helping out my mom and they are very interesting places. It’s like one step up from a city street shell game and one step below a yard sale. It’s a haven of hussle. Everyone is trying to sell something to other people that have no value to themselves… or they would keep it. Not too many people sell “new” items at a flea market so the items have already been pretty well handled. Just checking out things at the flea market makes me one of the handlers. Because of Stephen King, this concerns me. Yes, THAT Stephen King… the author. Let me explain.

There are some things you never forget. I will remember, vividly, the first time I read THE STAND by Stephen King. It was about 15 years ago and I was reading it at home… alone… in the middle of the night. There was one chapter at the beginning that stands out because it terrified me and made me more aware of how disease and germs pass between people than any college science class ever did.

In a nutshell the story is about some disease that is highly communicable and one person that has it goes to a gas station and pumps and then goes in and pays. Then every other person who used that gas pump, touched the counter, got his money back as change (and so on) also got this disease. That story made me look at people and germs so differently. Not in a psychotic, full-tilt Howie Mandell germaphobe sort of way, just more aware of people around me.

Apparently, this was lost on me for a while because I came home from the flea market last week and I was very tired. Then on Monday it took all the strength I had to get out of bed and even more effort to do the show that night. Tuesday began the nasal war. It was an all out battle between my nostrils. Only one wanted to work at a time no matter how much NyQuil, DayQuil, or any other Quil I tried. As a nose breather I was frustrated. Then the worst of it came. Neither nostril worked. All I could think of in my haze of cold medicine and stuffiness is Stephen King. How could I have been so foolish?

By Friday I could no longer handle it. There was only one thing I haven’t tried. It’s been in the upstairs bathroom since last year. The thought sickened me. But it was my only clear thought.

The Neti Pot.

Jeff’s son purchased one last year when we moved here to Pollen Land and only used it once. He said it helped but he didn’t want to use it again. I had never heard of a Neti Pot so I was curious. It’s looks like a tea kettle and you use it with a saline solution to clear your sinuses. I was still interested until I saw the diagram on the box. Apparently, you are supposed to take this tea kettle and put the spout in one nostril and it will fill your sinus and DRAIN OUT THE OTHER NOSTRIL.

Um… ARE YOU EFFEN SERIOUS?? No thanks.

Now, nearly a year later I find my thoughts being consumed by the Neti Pot which brings me to Saturday. I am at the worst of the cold. My mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton from breatihing through it all week. I’m exhausted but I’ve been too tired to even move and I can’t take it anymore. I go upstairs and get it. At first I stare at the Neti Pot. As I read the instructions and fill the kettle I wonder if I will feel like I’m drowning or if complete nastiness will come out or if something is inhabiting my nasal cavity. Then I don’t care anymore I just want to breathe. I tilt the kettle and I feel the saline solution go in my nose. I’m surprised that I don’t feel anything just the warmth of the water. No drowning, no panic, no nastiness and more importantly nothing living in my nose. As the drip starts from the other nostril I am amazed. Then it turns from a drip to a flow and it feels like pressure being released from my head.

One the treatment is over I wipe my nose and inhale. It’s amazing. I can breathe through both nostrils. There’s no pressure behind my eyes. I feel like a new woman. I inhale again and it was like a sunny day. I went back into my room and got into bed and relished what full nasal breaths feel like. I will never take it for granted again.

I went to the flea market on Sunday a new woman! I watched a kid licking cotton candy off of her fingers and then touched something on a table. I saw a woman walk out of the bathroom without washing her hands. I saw a man who looked like he hadn’t bathed since 1985. I took two squirts of my hand sanitizer and went back to business.

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Welcome to the REWIND where I post a blog that I wrote that was posted on a previously blogging platform. This blog was posted on April 7, 2007, on MySpace! Enjoy!
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As I look around I am noticing a lot of warning labels lately. Some are the ones that we have seen for years.

Then there are some that are a little more interesting.
Let’s face it, this is not your
Vicodin + Driving = Bad Idea
type of world anymore!


I loved this one.

I guess you can NEVER be too careful.


Then there’s this one, that always gets on my nerves.

If you are one of the two people on earth to try to rock a vending machine…that dumb ass warning was for you.
It should be followed by this one:

Thank heavens.








What if people had warning labels? How much aggravation could we save if we had a little disclosure from people? What would the warning labels look like?

What about her?

What would MY warning label be?

What would your warning label be?
Leave a comment!


Be creative.

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I haven’t blogged since the new year began and now January is coming to a close. There’s been a lot going on. There’s a blog that I have in my head that I know will cause some backlash and I’m not too ready for the BS just yet. While I was contemplating when to publish my “pissed off masterpiece” there was an earthquake in Haiti.

It just didn’t seem right for me to write anything funny or angry  – or even angry yet funny - when something so horrible happened.

When I think of Haiti I think of Wyclef Jean, Angelina Jolie and when I was a kid there was a big uprising when the people overthrew Baby Doc Duvalier.  Although Haiti is the first black-led repulic in Latin America it is also among the poorest in the world. Now, they are hit with a level of devastation for which no one was prepared.

I’ve watched the images in horror and can’t imagine what life would be like if I were in Haiti or had family there. I listened to a little girl rescued after 10 days in the rubble with her little brother. Her little brother said God kept them alive. The little said that she’s happy to be alive but she watched her other brother die right next to her, begging for water. Then she had to stay there trapped with his dead and decomposing body next to her for days before her rescue. My mind can’t comprehend living through that.

Hundreds of thousands dead, a city in ruins, and a long road ahead for the people of Haiti. But in the midst of devastation I’ve also witnessed celebrities mobilizing with their exposure AND their money to  help. The Red Cross has an impressive text campaign that you can donate $10 by texting HAITI to 90999 and it gets billed to your cell bill which has raised millions of dollars.

Proving, yet again, that in devastation there is hope.

I don’t think that I could have written another thing until I gave the people of Haiti a moment of my time.

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I love a new year. I love the potential that exists on a clean slate. I love the anticipation of what’s to come. However, New Year’s Resolutions are the bane of my existence.

For nearly 30 years I have agonized over resolutions. Will it be another year of starting something I am doomed to fail? Will it disappoint me for the year? Will it be the same one’s I’ve always had:

Lose Weight
Save Money

I always start, like everyone else, with the best of intentions… like the way fitness centers are always packed in January. Yet, I tend to lose track and focus when things aren’t 100% to plan and those “things” can be anything. The past 365 days was such an upheaval of change for me both personally and professionally. I discovered that the upheaval itself can be both positive and negative and that your attitude and view of things can truly make a difference.

In light of this, I want to take my resolutions to a whole new level. I’ve asked other people what their resolutions will be this year and I liked the way that many of them handled it. It seemed like welcoming something new instead of trying to fix something bad. I’ve decided that this year I will do just that. I will gently welcome new things into my life in 2010.

NYR 2010

1. I will welcome the joy that I receive from running back into my life and try to get at least two other people to experience that joy. 2009 was such a period of change for me and I stopped running forgetting that I could have benefitted from the mental clarity and feeling of accomplishment I get from it.

2. I will speak highly of my body. For years I have beat myself up for the way my body looks neglecting the fact that only I can change it. It didn’t matter if I was tipping the scales well over 300 or to my all time low of 130 and every size in between it was never good enough or worthy of praise. No more. I will love every graceful curve and every single inch of this body. This body has carried two amazing children, completed a half marathon, received millions of hugs from people I love and bears the scars of my great memories and adventures. This body is mine and worthy of celebration.

3. I will be more fearless. I have a tendency to let my fear of the unknown keep from truly experiencing things fully. Fear can be a prison and I breaking out in 2010. Fear is linked with trust. I’ve learned to trust more so I know that this year I can fear less.

4. I will be a better friend on every level to family and friends the same and make nurturing the relationships I have with them as my highest priority.

5. I will write down everyday the one phrase that always seems to get me motivated: “A year from now, you’ll wish you started today.” And remember this story: What You Feed

2010 is a welcoming. I am welcoming not tying my well-being to the size of my jeans. Welcoming the opportunity that exists in challenges and welcoming saying goodbye to fear and hello to action.

What are you welcoming?

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It is just unbelievable to me that any country would be willing to pass a law that would deem HIV positive members of the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgendered communities to be EXECUTED. That is the case right now in the African country of Uganda. Once the playground of one of the most violent and notorious dictators, Idi Amin, now has the distinction of earnestly trying to pass into a law a bill that will that has the potential to create a “Gay Genocide” in Uganda.

This excerpt is taken from the article STOPPING GAY GENOCIDE by  Michael A. Jones on Change.org:  “The bill itself would create some of the harshest laws in the world related to homosexuality. It would call for the execution of LGBT people who are HIV-positive, and give lifetime prison sentences to other LGBT folks. It would also threaten to throw in jail straight people who do not report suspected LGBT people to government authorities, and set mandatory jail time for anyone who speaks favorably about LGBT rights. It’s kind of like institutionalizing the Salem Witch Trials for the 21st century, on a global level.”
What has to happen now? What will it take for people to understand that being gay isn’t a crime and certainly not a crime punishable by death or by lifelong prison sentences? Why can’t two consenting adults love each other without government intervention, religious intervention, or societal intervention?

Can we evolve, please?

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