UNPLUGGED with Nicki Marie

THIS & STFU Sibling Edition with Nicki & Frankie
Same family. Same sense of humor. Absolutely no agenda. 😂
My brother Frankie is back, and apparently we had some very important things to discuss.
Family white lies (you know, the ones everyone agrees to just go along with), the Sexiest Man of the Year, Dancing with the Stars, Edible Arrangements, and the fact that somehow the entire fall season is disappearing before we've even properly enjoyed it.
Which led to a very serious sibling agreement: We WILL do something festive tonight. Even if that means drinking a pumpkin beer and sending each other photographic evidence that we're participating in the season. 🍂🍺
Basically, it's two siblings talking about everything and nothing, laughing at ourselves, and trying to romanticize our lives one ridiculous little moment at a time.
Welcome to THIS & STFU — the podcast where you can turn your brain off, laugh a little, and listen to someone else's nonsense for a change.
Grab your coffee, fold some laundry, take a walk, or pretend you're being productive. We've got you. 😂
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Apparently, I was a personality hire before personality hires were even a thing. 😂
This week on THIS & STFU, we're taking a little trip down memory lane to my early career, including the job I DIDN'T get because I wore open-toed shoes to the interview (and how I managed to get hired anyway). Turns out, being a bubbly bitch with a little grit can take you places.
We're also discussing my lifelong overachiever tendencies and my latest fantasy: swapping lives with a stay-at-home mom who has a husband bringing home the bacon. 😂 Not because I think the grass is greener, but because I'm CURIOUS. What would it feel like to lean all the way into my soft girl era and let someone else worry about the bills for a minute?!
Meanwhile, my brain is still operating exactly as it did in my college dorm room in the '90s, when someone would suggest a card game with complicated instructions and I'd immediately shut down. Apparently, some things never change. Especially when a brand sends me seven rounds of edits.
And can we PLEASE discuss why UBE IS A FUCKING ROOT VEGETABLE?! Because I'm still personally offended that Chobani put it in my coffee creamer.
Plus, it's Halloween week, and I'm making a conscious effort to stop doing ALL THE THINGS and actually enjoy the season before it's gone. We're talking cozy fall nights, apple nachos, Dancing with the Stars, pumpkin everything, and all the little traditions that make this time of year feel special.
Basically, a little nostalgia, a little self-reflection, and a whole lot of unnecessary commentary.
No experts. No homework. No pressure to improve your life. Just a little mindless girl talk for women who are doing the most and could use a break from thinking.
BUBBLY BITCHES UNITE! 🫧
Grab your coffee, go for a walk, fold your laundry, or do absolutely nothing. You're among friends.
Love ya. Stay bubbly!
— Nicki Marie
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47 open tabs, two kids, one suitcase, and somehow an invitation to Paris Hilton's house. 😂 Welcome to another week inside my brain.
This week on This & STFU, we're catching up on ALL of it. The pre-vacation chaos, the invisible mental load of motherhood, my ongoing battle with packing, and the approximately 947 things that need to happen before a mom can actually leave the house.
Then we're off to Southern California, where I attended an ADHD event at Paris Hilton's house (a sentence I still can't believe I'm saying), caught up with my brother Frankie, watched the kids enjoy some Uncle Frankie time, and headed to Disneyland for a little Disney magic.
But underneath all the chaos, we're talking about something I think a lot of women understand: being the person who remembers everything for everyone while simultaneously forgetting why you walked into a room.
Plus, I'm answering some of your Instagram questions!
It's motherhood, ADHD, midlife adventures, family, and a whole lot of laughing at ourselves.
Grab your coffee, come hang out, and let's talk about THIS & STFU. ❤️
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Fall is here, Frankie is back, and apparently I have a book to write. Small problem: I have absolutely no idea what it was supposed to be about.
This week, my brother and I are talking all things fall—Halloween memories, fall fashion at 49, being single, manifesting what you want while also remembering to be grateful for what you already have, our Nantucket antics, and the vein in my leg that somehow earned its own segment.
We also get into my upcoming California trip, what the hell I'm supposed to wear to Paris Hilton's house, and the fact that I manage to bring up Disneyland approximately three times despite Frankie making it VERY clear he could not care less.
And finally: the book.
I apparently had a book idea so good that it led to a conversation with a publisher. The meeting is coming up. The idea? Gone. So naturally, we end the episode searching my Notes app for evidence that my ADHD brain didn't permanently delete my future literary career.
Just another normal conversation between siblings.
This & STFU with Nicki Marie — come hang out. We're not solving anything. We're just discussing it.

I put my kids’ old art table out to be donated…and then sat there staring at it while approximately 400 years of motherhood flashed before my eyes. So naturally, I brought it back inside. We’re not ready. 😂
This week’s solo episode is a little bit of everything: my current Dancing with the Stars obsession, why I’m rooting for Jackson Olsen and Connor Wood, the casual invitation I got to go to California TO PARIS HILTON’S HOUSE (???), and some ADHD thoughts because obviously.
And then we get a little sentimental. I’m coaching field hockey this fall, and being back in a sport that has been such a huge part of my life has reminded me of a piece of myself I didn’t realize I missed this much.
Basically: motherhood, midlife, ADHD, Paris Hilton, field hockey and an art table I apparently plan to keep until my children are 47.
THIS & STFU. Let me live.