The Babymaker

Or Lack Thereof

As you may recall, I had the honor of reading with the Los Angeles cast of the "Listen to Your Mother" Show back in May. The videos of everyone's readings are now available for viewing on the Listen to Your Mother YouTube channel and, let me tell you, there are some amazing pieces there that address practically every aspect of motherhood (even a couple you've never thought of).

I'd like to share with you all my short essay entitled "The Babymaker" (alternately known as "My Excellent Surprise Gynecological Adventure").

If you can't see the video, please click here.



Thanks for watching, and I hope you'll have a chance to view the other castmembers' videos.

Huge thanks again as well to LTYM's national director (and inventor) Ann Imig, Los Angeles show director Lisa Rae Page Rosenberg and Los Angeles show producer Lee Vandeman. As my former softball coach used to say, "What a town, what a time, what a team!"



And Now, The Headlines...

Food For Thought (But Not For Goats)

Everyone's favorite goat enthusiast, Margaret Andrews of the wildly popular Nanny Goats in Panties humor blog, has an excellent new book out called Sticky Readers: How to Attract a Loyal Blog Audience by Writing More Better.

NGIP was one of the first blogs I admired (and stalked) when I began blogging and I'm proud to say that, over time, I've worn Margaret down and coerced her into being my friend. I can also attest to the fact that she is the kind of wingwoman who will flash you a signal if you have broccoli bits stuck in your teeth. Also she smells good in person. Congrats on the book, Margaret!

2011 BlogHer Voices of the Year

BlogHer announced the honorees and presenters of their annual Voices of the Year a few days ago, and I'm very excited to say that I was named an Honoree in the humor category for my "winning-adjacent" entry in the Erma Bombeck Writing Contest: "The Little Entries That Couldn't."


Thanks so much, BlogHer, and big thanks as well to Alexandra at Good Day, Regular People for nominating my post for consideration! Alexandra also hit it out of the park by being named as a presenter - she'll be reading her winning humor post at the Community Keynote presentation at BlogHer San Diego the evening of Friday, August 5th. Congratulations, Alexandra! And congratulations to all the presenters and honorees! You can read the entire list - along with their winning posts - here.

I Feel Like I'm Forgetting Something.

Dang it.

Not My Best Moment

A Disturbing And True Story

The only (and I mean only) thing I miss about my old job is how much I used to laugh every day.

There was a core group of five of us and together we formed a dynamic, dysfunctional work family held together by a complex webbing of in-jokes, proclivity for Mexican food within walking distance of the office and shared torment at the hands of the Tribal Elders (a.k.a the bosses).

And there were pranks.

They ranged from the ridiculous:

Realizing halfway through writing a memo that your keyboard was not attached to your computer at all.

To the ironic:

The high-strung French intern sits on an eclair during the holiday party. (Perp still at large to this day.)

To the sublime:

As one of us drove the group to lunch one day, another complained loudly about the restaurant we were going to, saying that that the last time he dropped his car off there, the valet guys reset his stereo buttons to all-Hispanic stations. Then, while the driver stopped to get cash at the ATM, we frantically reset his stereo buttons to all-Hispanic stations and turned the radio off.

After lunch, he got his car back and we suggested that he check to make sure his buttons hadn't been messed with. I'll never forget the look on his face when - after pitching a fit on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant - the valets pointed at the car full of his friends who were howling and wetting themselves with laughter.

See what I mean? Good times.

When Jokes Go Wrong.

It's a particularly giggly day at the office (well, for the five of us, anyway) and, after my sixteenth cup of coffee, I go down the hall to the ladies' room and ensconce myself in what I like to think of as my office annex: stall #1.

I hear the door squeak open and, moments later, a pair of feet pass my stall door. The feet are clad in sassy little Mary Janes with tiny leather flowers on the straps and shiny patent cap toes. These are the very shoes my work buddy "Darla" (name changed to protect, well, myself) is sporting today.

Since we'd just been doubled over in laughter listening to our 20-year-old Armenian receptionist release her trademark stream of international obscenities at the copying machine, I figure why not continue the hilarity in the bathroom? Right?

[Note: this was a long time ago and I had not yet become the pillar of maturity you all know today.]

So - how to maximize the comedy potential of the moment? Right - I have it!

"Pllbbbttt!" I say, making a giant, echoing raspberry with my mouth (something at which, if I may say, I excel). Then, to stifle my giggles, I clamp my hands over my mouth and wait for Darla to burst out laughing.




Well, that's weird, I think.

Oh, wait - I get it: she's playing hard to get.

"Pllllbbbbttttt!" I repeat, louder and longer than before, my eyes tearing up with effort, then gnaw my knuckle to keep from laughing out loud.




Huh.

A creeping uneasiness causes me to lean down and take another look at those shoes. Yep, they're Darla's all right.

But wait! Darla is wearing a skirt that day and these shoes are topped with [gasp!] plaid slacks!

I recoil in horror, reeling from two shocking thoughts:

1. I was raspberrying a COMPLETE STRANGER - in the BATHROOM.
2. Who would wear plaid pants with those shoes?

Although I was never able to pin it on her, I know in my heart that I was set up by the French intern. (But how did she find out about the eclair?)