On this week's Sis & Tell podcast, my sister Alison and I discuss our "dot complicated" lives from a neighborhood Facebook feud to Alison speaking with serial entrepreneur Randi Zuckerberg about Sue's Tech Kitchen. Links and listen at sisandtell.com
Sis & Tell is a weekly podcast hosted by sisters Alison Goldstein Lebovitz from PBS' The A List and comedian Amanda Goldstein Marks.
I've got weird hobbies. One of them is the 'reverse prank phone call' where I scam scammers who call me. Here a couple of those moments captured on Facebook Live videos.
The next installment of the Sis & Tell Podcast is here! Visit www.sisandtell.com for all 11 episodes or listen to the latest here.
In episode 11, Alison does her best Dr. Oz impersonation as she helps diagnose and remedy a new era of ailments for her sister Amanda.
Sis & Tell is a weekly podcast hosted by sisters Alison Goldstein Lebovitz (from PBS' The A List) and comedian Amanda Goldstein Marks.
I've launched the Sis & Tell weekly podcast with my sister Alison Goldstein Lebovitz (host of PBS' The A List). We are at the tale end of season 1, so catch up when you can by visiting www.sisandtell.com or subscribing to the RSS feed via iTunes, Stitcher, or Google Play.
It's kind of like S-Town except there's no murder, it's funny, and we no longer live in Alabama. So besides that it's exactly like S-Town.
Subscribe, listen, and review!
On the next Mom Cam in the Minivan, I tell the story of how John Stamos kissed me. I'm depending on the kindness strangers to help me find John Stamos.
On the next Mom Cam in the Minivan, comedian and mother of three, Amanda Marks, provides a more realistic POV on Disney Cruises with your kids.
Evidently, I didn't get enough attention at my sister's bat mitzvah party in 1984, so I have to make videos like this. Enjoy this special edition of Mom Cam in the Minivan for an Elizabeth Bank contest for WhoHaha and Pitch Perfect 3. #pitchperfect3 #gopitchyourself
Mom Cam in the Minivan brings a DO NOT Gift Guide for the holiday season...Because sometimes as parents and gift givers we need to know what to avoid. Learn from my mistakes -- here are four gifts you should avoid giving on the holidays.
On the next Mom Cam in the Minivan: A heated debate... Coconut LaCroix
Spoiler Alert: I'm the weird child
Me at my brother's Bar Mitzvah
You considered Pee-wee Herman a teen heartthrob.
You sent ALF fan mail.
You thought everyone else had a foil ball collection just like Pee-wee Herman...and you.
Your game of house got really heated when you found out your best friend's pretend dad worked for Crest and yours worked for Colgate.
Your game of house got really heated when you found out your best friend's pretend boyfriend was Pee-wee Herman, when he was already your pretend husband.
The outfit you wore for our brother's bar mitzvah was Pee-wee chique.
You wrote a list about being a weird child of the 80s and most of it was about Pee-wee Herman.
Â
Follow me on li.st/mallofamanda
On this episode of Mom Cam in the Minivan, I'm a little freaked out by our first guest...
In the next episode of Mom Cam in the Minivan, I talk about MTV and other difficult things to discuss with your kids (and maybe your own mother).
On the next episode of Mom Cam in the Minivan, I share a delicious trail mix recipe. So get out that Ziploc bag and start picking out remnants of food from your car's floorboards, because we're upcycling old snacks y'all!
There was once a time when I live-streamed a series called Mom Cam in the Minivan. In its glory day, I had 5 viewers simultaneously. Okay, maybe it was more like 4. And one was my husband, who watched only because he feared for my life. Everything turned out okay. I kept my hands on '10' and '2' and most importantly ensured the light reflecting from the sun visor was flattering.
As the live stream episodes are feathers to the wind, I decided to start recording them. Welcome to Season 2 of Mom Cam in the Minivan. This time it has some permanence to it, because ya know... YouTube. Enjoy Episode 14, just don't ask about the other thirteen.
I have been boy crazy since I knew what a boy was.
I chased them around classrooms. I attempted unwanted kisses. I asked them to go with me. I told them I liked them. Sometimes boys liked me back. But it seemed most didn't.
In high school and college, all my close friends had boyfriends that were mutually in love with them. Sophomore year, my siblings both got married to their significant others. It seemed everyone had someone except me.
I became obsessed with love and with the idea that it was all about timing -- being able to meet the right person at the right moment in space, in life at the moment you're both there and ready was an impossibility.
I spent too much time overthinking where I was at the moment and tiny decisions I was making. Like, what if I got on the first car on the T and the guy I'm supposed to be with is on the 3rd car.
I also spent too much time thinking no one would ever fall in love with me. Not because I didn't deserve love, but maybe that was just my lot in life: To be alone and to never know what it felt like to be loved back.
Right after college graduation, I met him. The one. Everything was mutual. Everything was perfectly timed. (The story of how we met is epic and our fates were sealed in the 1930s. Literally, a story for another time.)
I knew when I met him that eventually we'd fall in love. I also knew that I was not going to say it first. I deserved, after years of chasing, to be chased, and for me to hear it first. He needed to take the risk. But I didn't want saying "I love you" to be risky for him. I wanted him to feel safe in that if he said it first that he'd know I'd say it back.
So I began saying to him everything that meant "I love you" except I love you itself. Things like: You're important to me. I love being with you. I'd be happy staring at a blank wall, as long as I was with you.
We'd fall asleep holding hands.
One morning, we woke up and my head was on his chest. I could feel and hear his heart beating like a metronome gone awry. So I asked, "Why is your heart beating so fast?"
"I love you," he said.
"I love you," I said back.
Together for 16 years, married for almost 14, two guinea pigs, one dog, five Betta fish and three kids later, I'm still happy staring at a blank wall as long as I'm with him.
Due to mass consumption of specific genres of television, I'm an expert in several fields.
I'd make an excellent attorney. Thank you Law & Order.
I can solve what ails you. Thank you House.
And I can soothe you to sleep with a very relaxing and monotone voice. Thank you The Newshour with Jim Lehrer.
Even though I've never been in prison, I'm pretty sure I know what it's like to be a prisoner because of bulk watching Orange is the New Black. And given that I have three children, I'm convinced my household is a prequel to an actual real life experience of being behind bars. If you encounter these elements of parenting, you may also know the feeling of how sometimes parenting is like being in prison.
The Riots
They break loose at any given moment and usually involve makeshift weapons.
The Meals
I find myself protecting my plate during dinner time. If not, little hands grab what they can until I have nothing left to eat.
The Privacy
It feels like I'm constantly being watched... while I shower, when I pee, and I've definitely woken up with someone staring at me at the edge of the bed.
The Threats
From subtle to obvious, I've heard everything from "I'm going to kill you," "I'll lick you while you sleep," to the most threatening of all, "when you're dead, I get your money and jewelry."
But hey y'all, you've got to look at the bright side of parenting. It's also like having Stockholm Syndrome. No matter what, we love our little captors, even when we get shanked by a Lego.
There are few times in life that we're able to do something first. As the last born in my family, these moments are few and far between and usually consisted of moments like being the first to get farted on.
But one of my oldest friends from high school sent me an invite to this beta for this app with these strangers on it. And these these amazing, creative, thought-provoking, insightful strangers changed the way I write, think and interact all in a quick 25 weeks time. Above all, it has given us the chance to truly be a part of global village. And now it's live for the public. Welcome to The List App.
Here are some of things we find ourselves saying now that we've been a part of it. What will you say? Follow me on The List App @mallofamanda.
It's hard to believe we're on episode 66 of The Walking Dads and I'm still alive. At the least, I thought Michael would have been killed off by zombies (or his wife). This was a really fun episode to shoot, but mainly because I kept making the guys break character with the ridiculous sexual innuendos I've been writing since 7th grade. Enjoy our latest election themed episode!
Not everyone is looking forward to the kids being back to school in this latest episode of The Walking Dads.
Fishy America Dooky Doo Doo III (July 2015 - Sometime During Vacation)
Fishy America Dooky Doo Doo III, Dooky Doo Doo for short, died unexpectedly and most probably unpeacefully out of his home on the cold tile bathroom floor.
He was brought into our home as a gift by an Uncle for Oscar's 6th birthday. Dooky Doo Doo was quickly named after the fish that came before him who was previously named after the fish who came before him who was lucky enough to at least make it out of the Petco as the fish that came before him met his demise after being dropped inside the store.
Perhaps Dooky Doo's fate was sealed the day he was named and his tank was placed on the bathroom counter ominously close to the toilet. We'd like to think he died an over-achieving confident fish that thought to himself as he jumped out of his tank, "I CAN fly!"
Dooky Doo Doo is survived by his fish mate, Princess the First (age 3), his boy, Oscar, and his caretaker, Amanda, who obviously did a really crappy job of taking care of him and doesn't know how to break it to Oscar that his fourth f'ing fish has crossed the rainbow bridge to nowhere.
Graveside was at the toilet last night, while the kids were distracted by the iPad. We will be sitting shiva all week, but expecting the guilt to last a lifetime.
Oscar's twin sister has disrespectfully requested that if you visit for shiva to please bring a platter of lox.