Totally Laime, Totally Married and Totally Mommy are the podcast brainchildren of comedy person Elizabeth Laime. Totally Laime is about asking the most important people in comedy the least important questions, Totally Married chronicles Elizabeth and her husband Andy's adventures in marriage (plus unqualified advice to listener questions!) and Totally Mommy is an honest discussion about Motherhood between newly-mommied Elizabeth and her talented parent friends. Enjoy!
Elizabeth and Andy discuss his recent misunderstood behavior that doesn’t shine him in the best light before answering listener questions about dealing with a difficult sister in law when traveling, financial responsibility with dog ownership, what to do about an invitation to a disastrous wedding, how to move on from a devastating break up and remain a good friend to those who are in happy relationships, what to do about a friendship that has gone south when you are owed money, and lastly, how do Elizabeth and Andy navigate meals when they have such different tastes/diets? Enjoy!
He’s a radio personality (98.7) stand up comedian, storyteller, and he co-owns a successful indie record label – punk detective JOE SIB came on and discussed reluctant freedom as a young teen, being a father now, and why a recent hotel room experience rocked his world. Enjoy!
Yankee – a non-shedding pup I pulled from a high-kill shelter and adopted out to a great home.
I don’t think you know who I am, but we’ve met a few times over the years. I’m a big fan of your work (ugh… Sorry, that’s so cliche but true!) I think you are very talented and funny and the few times we’ve interacted you’ve been cool with just the right amount of weird. Point is, I like and respect you.
One of those times we met-ish was when my friend and I were walking our dogs around the reservoir and you were walking with someone I know. We stopped and chatted and you were really enamored with both my dog and my friend’s dog. Both of our dogs fit the description of the sort of dog you’re looking to… well, to obtain. I’m really excited for you – I can’t really put into words the amount of joy my girl Ruby has brought into my life!
This here letter is in response to an email I got from one of my podcast listeners titled “Help Save Chelsea Peretti From Buying A Dog!” They sent it to me because they know I’m passionate about dog rescue. At first I thought, there’s not much I can do, it’s your choice and I’m over the days of being pushy and vocally judgmental to people who choose to buy versus rescue. Also, I’m aware that I’m a total hypocrite pushing rescue on people (more on that later) but after listening to the podcast in which you discussed it, I wanted to let you know about my experience with buying a dog as someone who has dog allergies. I think it might help.
Here are the things you said you want in your future pup:
Listen in for a foreword (it’s 13 full minutes so feel free to skip ahead if you’d like!) to this episode regarding birth choices and judgement from Elizabeth before a fun albeit tear-filled conversation with writer and VH1 correspondent Kate Spencer about becoming a Mother when we don’t have our own Mothers. Plus some great Good/Bad/Funnies as well as our unqualified advice/answer to an excellent listener question regarding guilt in parenting! Enjoy!
My scale broke. Or rather I broke my scale… When I stepped on it. When I stepped on it and it shattered.
Pregnancy, miright?! It’s this weird shape-shifty time that is magical and awful and liberating and scary as fuck. I could write a poorly written book on all my thoughts on pregnancy but let’s just talk about the important part: Weight. (That’s a joke. It’s the least important part. Which I’m just now figuring out.)
Important or not, this is the one aspect of pregnancy that really came to a head for me a few days ago when my glass scale surrendered/cracked into a thousand pieces of my shattered confidence. Just kidding, sorry for being so dramatic… They were actually pieces of my soul. A thousand pieces of my soul lay on my bathroom tile. Or maybe it was tempered glass but it felt like all of my hopes and dreams and my sense of self. Shattered. What happened was, if I haven’t been clear, I stepped on the scale and it crumpled into a blanket of tempered glass pieces. My feet didn’t get cut, thankfully, but the metaphorical slashes to my ego were no joke.
And then, after I took a moment to gather myself and DRY MY TEARS (and google the max weight of my particular scale and be relieved to learn I was still a few hundred pounds off..) I realized, hmmm… maybe I’ve been putting too much weight on my weight? [Read More]