Best Stretch Marks, EVER.

by Shari on January 29, 2015

This has to be my favorite video that Wendi Aarons and I have ever written for NickMom. For the love of all that is holy, watch, enjoy and SHARE. Because, well… stretch marks.

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Git Out My Way. Pretty Please.

by Shari on January 14, 2015

Of all the dances that human beings perform, none is more mystifying, mundane and murder-making than the “passing a stranger on the street” tango.

You know how it goes. You’re walking down the road, nearing the corner, and some random fella/lass is walking towards the same corner at a perpendicular angle, and it becomes painfully obvious that you’re both going to attempt to occupy the exact same bit of concrete at the exact same time.

This morning I experienced the most painful and prolonged sidewalk samba known to man.  The only way I can do this story justice is to slow down the action (like that scene with Quicksilver in the X-Men movie) and treat you to some internal monologue, so you can truly appreciate every lame moment.

Here’s how it went down:

Shari and Random Fella, two shapeless lumps of multiple sweater and coat layers, heads wrapped in overwhelming hat-scarf combinations permitting only partial eyeball functioning, approach corner of 9th Avenue and Garden Street at 90° angle. Even with their limited side-eye, they quickly realize that they’re gonna “dance”.

Shari (internal monologue): Oops! Totally going to let you go first, even though I’m late for the bus. Like, really late. However, out of politeness and as a fan of the human race and all that, I’m stopping–

Random Fella, for whatever human race-loving or politeness or simple survival reasons of his own, also stops.

Shari (internal monologue): Awesome, you’re picking up on my lateness vibe. Thanks!

Shari steps forward. As does Random Fella, who obviously mistook her internal monologue pause for an invitation to proceed. With mutual uncomfortable chuckle, they both stop again.

Shari (internal monologue): Woah! Totally misread that cue, didn’t we? Kind of amusing, and yet a mite annoying, this temporary simpatico thing we’re doing. But no biggie, because obviously we can rectify by me allowing you to go first.

Shari sends out “please, go ahead” vibe. It is met by Random Fella‘s “go ahead” vibe without the “please”. This masculine edginess of Random Fella makes Shari even more eager to be kind and generous, which mildly paralyzes Random Fella with what appears to be chivalry confusion, for if he takes her up on her offer to walk ahead, will this make him a tool? Simultaneously, Shari and Random Fella decide that enough is enough, and both step forward. And stop. Then step forward. Then stop.

Shari (internal monologue): Not to get too deep on you, because we barely know each other, but you’re now challenging my Christianity. I so obviously tried to pull a “WWJD” and you interrupted my self-denial. Then I tried to be assertive, because hello! who pushed over all the money lenders’ tables in the temple, but you rejected that offering as well. So even though I try not to judge, because we all know who said judging is wrong, I’m now thinking you’re doing this on purpose to mess with my mind and I’m filling with black hatred for your Infinity Circle scarf and plaid jacket, you raging Lumbersexual.

Teeth gritted, Shari and Random Fella decide to try the new tactic of stepping to one side to allow a mutual passing. However, when Shari steps to her left and Random Fella steps to his right, they reach an impasse, which is French for “totally bump into each other”. They finally make eye contact, each half-eyeball filled with hopelessness and need for a denouement, which is French for “end this before I take my own life”.

Shari: (internal monologue) I see now that our dance of despair is not your doing. We have been simultaneously swept into our own Infinity Circle, doomed to eternally try, and fail, to pass each other on the sidewalk if one of us does not sacrifice ourselves to the heinous act of physically manhandling the other. So… I am Spartacus. No! No, you idiot, don’t be Spartacus too or you’re gonna screw this whole thing up.

Shari puts her hand ever so gently on the breast of Random Fella and shoves; as RF  stumbles backward, he shoots her a look of such relief and gratitude that Shari’s original desire to serve mankind is fulfilled. And as she sashays forward, the music of the spheres sings out, “so you think you can dance?”

Shari (external monologue): “Oh yeah. I can DANCE.”

But she still misses the bus.


 

 

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Why won’t Mrs. Ashton Kutcher poop in the back yard?

December 14, 2014

I never got around to making the birth announcement, but in case you weren’t invited to the shower, here she is! Her name is Mila Kunis, for reasons that are obvious. We rescued her a few months ago, and we all love her. Well, most of us, anyway. Of course, as any mother will tell [...]

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A Letter To My Womb

September 3, 2014

Well, hi there. Yes, it has been a while. Not to pull the “movie” card or anything, but if you recall my post about my missing tooth and borrowing a teenager’s underpants, I have been out of my mind busy writing a movie. (I just pulled the “movie” card. And it was so gratifying.) So! [...]

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My Sweet Ride to “Listen To Your Mother”

May 13, 2014

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Chevrolet’s sponsorship of Listen to Your Mother Show, but opinions are my own.  Score! After assistant-directing (and performing in) the NYC production of “Listen To Your Mother” for the past two years, I finally got the chance to be a real audience member! I [...]

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The Not-So-Glamorous Ways That My Life Is Like A Movie

April 22, 2014

If you are familiar with the very popular screenplay how-to book, “Save The Cat!”, you will know about the concept of “Six Things That Need Fixing”. For a screenwriter, these are the flaws or quirks you would write into the main character that subtly show themselves in the first act of a movie. Obviously, this [...]

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Oops, I did it again (with apologies to B. Spears)

April 4, 2014

Do you see this? You know what it is, right? That’s right. It’s a Girl Scout Cookie Order Form. A blank one, obviously. Kind of like the Girl Scout Cookie Form in my home. Which is not blank, in fact is so not blank that it holds the names of 100 people who ordered Girl [...]

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All Hail My Erma Bom-Bust

March 18, 2014

Well, it’s that time again, folks! The time when I publish my non-winning Erma Bombeck essay and congratulate all the winners. Enjoy this and if you have time, hop over to my friend Ann’s hilarious also-non-winning essay on Ann’s Rants. Booyah! ********************************** 50 is the new 50 I just heard of a study that says [...]

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Worst Date Ever. Swear.

February 14, 2014

This tragic tale is part of the “Worst Date Ever” blog hop, started by the widely-dated Nancy Kho of Midlife Mixtape. See below to hop around and read other tales of woe. And here’s to marriage, btw. Oh, my friends, when I was presented with this topic, I had a veritable smorgasbord of cruddy evenings [...]

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My spice cabinet is judging me.

February 5, 2014

I found this in my spice cabinet yesterday. I thought it was bread crumbs. I needed bread crumbs and so I decided that these were bread crumbs. I went so far as to slice the raw chicken and dip it in egg, as if this bold act of poultry prep could will this to be [...]

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