Nick at Nite/Fool by Day

Well, it’s official. My spot on Nick-at-Nite is running. I recently filmed a couple of promos for “KOPO, The Nick-at-Nite Kick-One, Pick-One Action Dog” where I play the Mom. Nickelodeon lovers, keep your eye on the commercials and you may catch a glimpse of me, my TV family, and KOPO, the talking dog. Once I have a copy of the spot, I will put it up online. But until then, enjoy these picture of me with my KOPO fam.

In other news, my America’s Got Talent audition is coming up: April 6th. Gonna work it! More on that to come…

What I really want to do is share-

The Tale of My Day of Utter Foolishness

About a month ago I called up a doctor that someone referred me to in order to get my annual gynecologist exam. Sorry to any squeamish boys out there. I promise that’s the extent of girliness you will be subjected to. At any rate, after a month of having this appointment, I show up yesterday. I am “greeted” by two receptionists, aka- Scary Spice and Bone-Chilling Spice, who simultaneously bark down my throat, admonishing me in front of the whole lobby because I don’t know my husband’s social security number and this will surely fudge up their day and cause me to end up with a $600 bill. When that reprimand passes, Bone-Chilling Spice walks back in to the lobby and grills me with 20 questions about why I even want to see Dr. G in the first place. I guess Bone-Chilling Spice’s logic was, no one in this lobby actually wants to watch Guiding Light, your stupidity is much more entertaining.

Anyway, after this outburst ends I sit down and silently (albeit humiliatedly) wait for my name to be called.

One hour ticks by.

Finally, Scary Spice appears from behind her desk and motions in the general direction of the lobby with her clipboard. Frustrated by my dimness, she motions again. This time I realize this “Follow me” message is meant for me.

I follow her to the exam room and she leaves me there. No words the whole time. 20 minutes later Dr. G, a friendly Indian woman is sitting on a stool in front of me.

“So, why are you here?” she asks.
“I’m here for a PAP exam.” (Sorry, boys, forgot about that moment. I promise, no more.)
“Oh dear.” She looks like someone just slapped her.
“Oh dear?”

Pause. I examine Dr. G’s face as it grows redder. I have an elusive Oprah “aha” moment.

“I’m in the wrong place, huh?”
“Yeeaaah…I’m a cardiologist. I don’t know how this happened.”

You and me both Dr. G.

Needless to say, THAT was DOUBLY embarrassing. Especially, when I was escorted by Dr. G back out to Bone-Chilling Spice whom she instructed to give me a list of actual gynos to follow up with. (She made BC-S give me like fifty names ‘cus she felt so bad I had waited so long for nothing.) Meanwhile, Bone-Chilling Spice’s face brazenly confirms the suspicion she’s harbored all along: Woman, you are Premium-Grade Fool.

On my way out of the office there is a pristine jar of mints sitting on the counter. I want so badly to reach in a grab one. It seems like the kind of thing that might just remedy my feelings of disgrace. But alas, as I walk past the jar I can’t bring myself to do it. Fearing the burning eyes of Bone-Chilling Spice, I keep my head up and walk straight out the door, away from Hell. Besides, Mentos are only a buck at the corner store…

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