Emery can't help it!

Well, I guess I should write a little about myself. Everyone's always asking, "Tell me a little about you." My name is Emery Nicoletti. I'm originally from the Monterey Bay Area on the Central California Coast. Where is that you ask? Well, to be exact, it's about 350 miles north of Los Angeles and about 100 miles south of San Francisco on the west coast. I put a slide show on for those who'd like to view it on this page.Monterey is usually foggy, cloudy and overcast most of the year. If you've ever been to Seattle, they're very comparable. However, if you're from that area, you most likely like that kind of weather; I know I do.People always ask me, "What do you miss most about home?" I guess I miss being around my family mostly.....I miss the rain, I miss walking to school in the foggy mornings with my siblings. And if I lagged behind, they would disappear in the fog only a few steps ahead of me. That's how dense the fog was.I also miss the sound of the sea lions barking all over the bay; you can hear them in every corner of the town. Their barks reverberate throughout the whole city. Additionally, I miss the fog horns of the boats in the Monterey Harbor and the cold mornings with cool, crisp air. A lot of desert rats don't know what I mean when I say "Crisp" air. I guess you have to grow up in it to know what it is. And, the unfortunate thing is you don't really know what it is until you move out of the area and you realize that the air you're now breathing isn't close to what you had....Crisp...., hard to explain. I guess it's something you have to experience.A few years ago I heard the desert calling my name......don't ask me why, I never in my wildest dreams, thought I would ever end up in a desert. But here I am. After studying up on various desert terrains, I chose the Arizona/Sonoran Desert; a higher elevation than that of the Vegas desert and slightly higher than our neighboring city of Phoenix to the north. Our desert is a lush desert with much foliage and wildlife. It's the greenest desert you will find.It's a desert jungle the Tucson I love! It is an oasis in the desert, beautifully comprised of an eclectic blend of people. I love how I feel when I wake up in this southwestern Metropolis. Even in the midst of our brutal summers, it's still my favorite city in the world. Having traveled extensively, the energy that emulates from Tucson is unlike any other place I've frequented, very laid back, and yet very fast paced. Some Tucsonans thrive in the excitement of the Old Pueblo. Retirees, basking in their golden years, find the pace that fits their health and lifestyle. Fifty thousand UofA students converge on Tucson in the fall bringing back the hustle and bustle of young life blossoming in Tucson. As they move about our city getting settled into their dorms or apartments, they help to breathe life back into Tucson and once again, the Old Pueblo emerges from the lazy dog days of summer.I'll never forget my first day in Tucson: I arrived from the rugged coastline of Monterey, California in the middle of a very brutal July. I left on a cloudy, overcast day only to descend into a record-breaking heat wave. My first impression on my trek through the dry, barren desert surrounding Phoenix on my way to Tucson was, "Where are they conducting the nuclear testing?" I knew absolutely no one when I arrived here. My answering machine's robotic voice announced on a daily basis, "Hello, you have no messages." Quite the change from the daily 25-30 messages I received in my former life. I explored the Desert Museum, Tucson's historic downtown, and educated myself on the beauty of the Arizona/Sonoran Desert and soon I was drenched in the mystic energy this town radiated. I knew then that this was going to be my city, my Metropolis.Tucson was more stylish than I expected it to be. On my trek through the desert, I imagined Tucson to be a lot like the old ghost town that The Brady Bunch family got stranded in on their way to the Grand Canyon. The Tucson in my mind was a one-horse town. Tucson surprised me with its cosmopolitan look, feel and energy. I moved in, met friends, got settled and all of a sudden it started to feel like home. And when I feel like I'm coming down with "cabin fever," I remember that we have a great, small international airport that quickly gets me to wherever I need to escape to in the world.....and that keeps me sane.My MySpace page is a definite reflection of a part of me....but not the entire Emery. While some of my friends play an important role in my life and my MySpace page, other friends may not want anything to do with MySpace and I respect their privacy.....which means, if you see one of your pics on my page from an event, party, or whatever and you're not comfortable with it, shoot me an email. That doesn't necessarily mean I'll take it down, who knows I may even blow it up and make it bigger if you're a jerk about it. But, most likely, I'll take it off. Recently a rather conservative client of mine wanted to get in touch with me and Google'd me. She found my MySpace page and had the opportunity to peruse my page, comments and pictures. She asked me later, "Why would you post such personal pictures for everyone to see?" Well, hell, I'm not posting anything that I wouldn't want my kids to see. And since I have no kids and am not planning on making some anytime soon, nor am I running for public office, hell, I'll post some fun pics while I can. That doesn't mean naked ones will be up here anytime soon but hey, you never know. There are other sites for that right?Okay, so let’s forget about where I’m from and where I live now for a sec and let’s focus on who Emery is…….okay, are we focusing? Hmmm, me neither!Well, I’d like to think that I’m one of the nicer people you would meet. And surprisingly at times I am. I am the type that will open my home to you and give the shirt off my back if you need it. My home is always open during all the holidays for all my “orphaned” friends that may not have the time to go home to see their family. However there are many who run around Tucson proclaiming me a jerk……However, those are usually people that worked for me or people related, or married to them. Am I a jerk? Ummm, no….., no I am not a jerk if I do say so myself. Am I hard to work for? Well, that would all depend on you I guess.When I am at work, I am pretty much a work-a-holic. I have an incredible attention to detail and many, many pet peeves. I own two high end salons/spas in Tucson….. and I do weekend radio on AM1330 the JOLT. In addition, I do lectures at a world renowned health spa and resort among other places. In the customer service business, I strive my hardest to keep us in the number one market. It takes a lot of time, effort, energy and soul searching to create a harmonious blend of people who can work together in an artsy environment. So, basically if you have poor work-ethic, if you lie, cheat or steal, if you’re a smoker who takes numerous smoke breaks, if you party too hard on a Friday night and you can’t make it in to work on a Saturday……or if you simply cannot pass a random drug test……then yes, I am a jerk; king Jerk of all jerks, Lord God King Jerk! You definitely would not like working alongside me. However, if you have great work ethic and are reasonably intelligent, you’ll do well with me and yourself if that makes sense. What would people be surprised to learn about me? Well, I was raised Mormon and was in the priesthood as a young teen. I used to collect all the stray animals in my neighborhood and at one point had seven dogs, ten cats, eight rabbits, six chickens, a duck and four parakeets. I once housed a homeless person in my closet as a kid because I felt sorry for him. That didn’t go over well with my mother when she found out. At three years old I rode my tricycle across town to my Grandmother’s house including peddling alongside the freeway. I knew where I was going the entire time. Of course all hell broke loose and after the “Amber Alert like drama” subsided, not one person appreciated my trek. Hmm, I was so proud of myself. I can tap dance probably just as good as Gregory Hines……well better now that he’s taking the big dirt nap….. and I once had my stomach pumped after I ate a whole jar of Best Foods Mayonnaise mixed with Lemon Fresh Joy dishwashing liquid. I thought the two together was out of this world. I used to eat Lemon Fresh Joy sandwiches and Bologna as a kid….used to work well……but it all went downhill when I mixed it with mayo.Outside of work, I tend to like most types of people, from one extreme to the other. I am not a snob by any means. Though some low-life’s may wager to differ. My friends are a wide variety of eclectic, fun, miserable, tall, short, fat, skinny, white, black, Catholic, Jewish, Mormon and Born-agains (Yes, even Born-Agains.) I’ve rattled on enough…..In closing, I’d just like to say, be happy with yourself, smile at others, smile at yourself, be kind to animals and old people for we all will be old one day hopefully. Do these things and good effects will follow you around. If someone has wronged you, let it go. Let them go and move on! Trust me, trust me, trust me. Moooove onnnnn!. I know it’s easier said than done, but some energy is not worth it. If you want things around you to change, get involved with your local government. Learn how your city council works and make them work for you. Fight for what you believe in but remember, pick your fights wisely……and remember, "It's not the size of the dog in the fight; it’s the size of the fight that is in the Dog!”
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