tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25594837878182950132024-03-13T15:41:29.700-07:00Suddenly MommyAnne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-51699563555524624062016-04-13T07:51:00.002-07:002016-04-13T07:58:59.761-07:00Suddenly SingleIt's been a while since I blogged. But that's because the family structure went from marriage to divorced and living in two homes, 5 minutes apart.<br />
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I'm not saying I'm happy about it. I'm just saying... feel free to see my next show MILF Life Crisis...<br />
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Anyway, now my ex-husband is living a five minute walk away and I have this home here. The school is in between. It's a nice set up really. Except when I joke with my older son about it, he still cries. Nobody wants their parents to split up.<br />
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I thought it'd be okay, but let's be honest, it's taken me almost two years to start blogging again. I'm going to say it was hard and sad and now I feel like I might be okay again just now. Why so long to recover? Because I didn't want it to end. And I had to go through therapy to understand I need to "surrender to what is." What is is that my marriage is over. But my mothering continues. And so the better I am as a whole person, the better the house is for my children. Never let anyone make you feel you are less that a mother. Especially yourself. Be kind to yourself. Forgive yourself. And be proud that you are letting the kids get to know the real you. (I'm basically giving myself a lecture here). Until next time... xoxo AMS<br />
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<br />Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-33912412527214432852013-12-15T13:13:00.001-08:002013-12-15T13:13:10.363-08:00Motherhood is like a sweaterMotherhood is like a sweater... my husband's big, grey sweater, that has fallen on top of my expensive skinny jeans and black tee shirt with the plunging neckline and lace trim. And I forgot I even owned those clothes. And all I can see is my husband's sweater. And those clothes still fit me, and are me, but they lie dormant under the big, floppy sweater of my husband. And that sweater represents family and how it covers me, and hides me and how I can't find me under that sweater. And that sweater is too comfy. I'm not even looking for my clothes. And I wonder why I feel strange- like I'm missing something. But I don't remember that those clothes are even there- so close. Right underneath that big sweater. That outfit that I should be wearing but I'm not wearing and I should be. I should be me. And then one crazy day I find that outfit- I move my husband's sweater- and I notice that I've been under family for so long that I resent that sweater. I push it. And I put on that outfit- and it feels so good- and I remember me. It's like I forgot my me. A Louie CK who forgot she was a Louie CK. This is our challenge as women today. Because we were having careers. We were doing things. We moving our lives up the hill. But no one really expected us to get back to it. Not until the kids were in university at least. But I'm doing it now- while the kids are still small. And I'm pretty sure that makes me a bad mommy.Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-74157101966878020692013-11-01T04:41:00.002-07:002013-11-01T07:05:12.576-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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8 shows only! Perfectly Norma Productions Presents: Suddenly Mommy! A comedy play written & starring Anne Marie Scheffler. Dec 3 to 8th at Theatre Passe Muraille's Mainspace.<br />
Tues Dec 3, 7:30pm. Wed Dec 4, 2pm, 7:30pm. Thurs Dec 5, 7:30pm. Friday Dec 6, 7:30pm. Saturday Dec 7, 2pm & 7:30pm and Sunday Dec 8, 2pm. Tickets $15 advance/ $20 door.<br />
Call <span style="font-size: medium;"><b>416.</b>504.7529 <b>Email</b>: info@passemuraille.on.ca <b>or visit</b> www.artsboxoffice.ca</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> https://vimeo.com/33584524</span>Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-57673479954185927232013-10-10T11:48:00.000-07:002013-10-10T11:48:23.126-07:00A MILF's PrayerDear God,<br />
May I look just as great after I had kids as I did when I was single and looking to start a family at the car show that fateful afternoon.<br />
May I still have a fabulous career with lots of money and excitement even though I am a mom and I sometimes don't shower for up to five days.<br />
May my step-daughter, her mother and I all be gorgeous... and not just them... me too.<br />
May I win an Emmy.<br />
May I still succeed, even though I had kids.<br />
May I get to go to yoga on a regular basis.<br />
May I have the best situation, where my husband is in charge of the kids if I have to go away to shoot a movie or perform in front of sold out crowds, and he doesn't mind.<br />
And may I always be there for race days for Jakey and Nathan. xoxo AMSLAnne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-2632981790319649562013-10-10T11:20:00.001-07:002013-10-10T11:40:34.978-07:00My Ego Centre has officially transferred to my son Jake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was the big cross country race at the beach this morning. I love cross country. My son Nathan was always the fastest toddler (can toddlers even be fast?) and when he was old enough, he joined the cross country team, practicing every morning at 8am, by running with the other kids around the school. We did this for three years. This year was the first year my youngest, Jake, was old enough. Jake was focused... he'd been waiting for his turn for three years, because he always wants to be like his brother. Jake would practice competitively. Mr. Taylor would say "go!" and Jake would go all out. Three weeks of mornings like this. I didn't even try to tell Jake about pacing, because, well, he's six.<br />
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Today, my head fell off. I went with the other grade one parents to the starting line, lining up with Jake and the other grade one boys. I had been here before with Nathan. For three years I had turned into my son: living race day as him. Nervous for him. Aggressive for him. God help us if they get into hockey. So, I was expecting Jake to do well, but like Nathan, somewhere around a hundred and something.<br />
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One of the other moms and I raced back to get a good spot on a hill almost at the finish line. Around the spot where you'd need to encourage a guy if he felt tired or felt like walking. And then the horn blew. We looked at the swarm of 6 year old boys running on the beach, through the trees, over the hills, and finally heading to finish line. It's a 3 K race. There's time. The first kid came in. Big stretch. Another and then another. Again I am expecting Jake to be the middle of the pack like his brother was. I counted 5 kids, and realized that if Jakey made it in the top 30, he would move on to the city finals. Maybe Jake would be in the twenties.<br />
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And then I saw him. He was running. Fast. I screamed his name. He looked for me. He ran faster. He was neck in neck with another boy. He overtook him. He crossed the finish line. Seventh. He ran into my arms. I was crying, telling him crazy things ("you're so fast!" "I'm so proud!""You did it!") and crazy enough, Jake was crying too. He buried his face in my sweater. I then was carrying him around, his face on my shoulder, his legs around my waist. Finally we were asked to come back to the group.<br />
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Other parents and kids came to laud and praise Jake. I felt the centre of the world was Jake. It was the best feeling I'd ever had. Ever. It was as if I was Jake and I was on top of the world. I joked with my fellow parents "It's not about me anymore! My ego centre has successfully transferred to my son! I am now living my life through Jake!" I know this is not an uncommon feeling. And I am sure I have felt it before, but it was so intense and glorious today, that I truly became more of a mom than I had ever been before. This is pure joy.<br />
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I joked with the other parents that Jake's method was to try and keep up with Ethan Swaby, one of his best friends in the grade ahead of him. Jake and I crowded together with the other parents, including Ethan's, as we watched the grade two boys. Ethan was one kid behind first, and then in a swell of energy, overtook him and won the race. We went ballistic! Jake burst into tears and threw himself into me. "What's wrong?" "I'm so happy, I'm crying!" And then my son also experienced joy for another. "Jake! It's great that you're crying! That's the best kind of happiness! I do it all the time! I'm still crying with happiness because of you!" And then my joyous, tearful, fast, six year old and I, went to find Ethan so Jake could hug him. That's happy.Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-56234042302406956322013-04-29T12:42:00.000-07:002013-04-29T12:43:12.980-07:00Why let them learn to tie their shoes?My sons are 6 and 8. We went shopping for a pair of news running shoes for Jakey (the 6 year old). "No laces please. Only velcro." I told the sales girl. I would've bought the pair that fit but Jake didn't like the looks of them. Good enough reason for me, (I am wrapped around Jake's finger). Me: "Do you like these?" Jake: "No." Me: "Why not?" Jake: "I don't know." And off we go to continue on our quest. I heard myself say it again: "velcro only." And then I cheekily added "because I don't want them to ever learn to tie their shoes..." And an image popped into my head: Nathan and Jake, in their thirties, sitting on the bench at the foyer of our house, with me bent down in front of them tying their shoes. I suppose they'll learn to tie their shoes one day. Nathan kinda already has. Kinda. I'm not helping him much, as in I just tie them for him. I don't want him to get too "I don't need you, Mom." I want him to need me forever. Bad Mommy. For now we stick with the velcro shoes. Makes me feel better somehow...<br />Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-66793367226481570502013-04-16T07:12:00.000-07:002013-04-16T07:12:20.214-07:00I Didn't Meet Goldie Hawn or Kurt Russell- And I'm Happy About ItI'm an actor. I always have been. It's not just a job but a state of mind. You believe in miracles. And they do happen (I once made $30,000 from a TV commercial I booked). You create entertainment for (hopefully) thousands of people out of thin air. I'm not a normal nine to fiver. And on top of it, I'm a mom, step-mom and wife. And I've been pretty low key with the career for the last eight years. Now that the kids are bigger, I'm returning to my "authentic self." I'm getting my career back.<br />
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About eight months ago I was hired by an American producer to co-write and co-star in a Fifty Shades of Grey parody. Okay, career coming back. And lo and behold, it's a runaway hit. I have performed all over US and Canada to thousands of thrilled audience members. There are three casts now. We've sold the show to Australia. But I'm a mom, step-mom and wife. And the touring takes me away from my kids and husband and that's tough. I could be on the road all the time right now. Fancy places. Warm places. Awesome venues. Chic hotels. I have done many cities already: Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Anaheim, Indianapolis, Pittsburgh... Green Bay... to name a few. But then my marriage began to - don't say it- fall apart. And my kids and I were missing each other terribly. And I said no to some cities.<br />
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I just saw on facebook that the cast did the show in California- and Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn were in the audience. I was supposed to be doing that show. But I chose not to. So I could be with my sons. And my husband who is not a big fan of my career "state of mind." Who wants to end things, but I believe in miracles, so I'm doing what I can to keep it together. But that's a whole other story. What really impressed me and kinda surprised me is this: I really was happy for the cast out there on the road. I was not jealous but thrilled for them to meet Goldie and Kurt. And super thrilled for me. I was where I wanted to be: at home with my family. Watching movies together. Making brownies. Getting the bikes out since spring is springing right about now.<br />
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I'm not saying that I shouldn't have a career because I'm a mom. In fact I'm getting on a plane in two days to do a show in Florida. Without the kids and hubby. I wanted them to come- but there are things like school, and money. and a guy who is not thrilled with the actor part of me coming back. I am learning that life is a balance. Not all or nothing. And although it would be great to perform in front of Kurt and Goldie, my favourite celebrities are right here in my house.Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-29146172185500525732013-04-11T07:17:00.000-07:002013-04-11T07:17:12.092-07:00My son has shark teethI was brushing Jake's teeth the other morning. And to my surprise, my six year old has two rows of teeth in the bottom front. I tried not to freak out as I called frantically to my husband. "Dave! Dave! Jake's adult teeth are coming in behind his baby teeth!" Of course Jake starts bawling, and I'm back tracking. "No! It's good Jakey! You're a big boy now! Your adult teeth are coming in!" But really, my mind is spinning "braces, surgery, dental bills, more braces..."<br />
Well one visit to the dentist and a set of x-rays later (we got in the very next morning, thank you Dr. Fenn!) it seems this is pretty common. Jake's baby teeth have very little root left, so his job is to wiggle them every day. And to eat apples and carrots. Hard food. If in one month, those little teeth haven't fallen out, the dentist will pull them. Not sure how much that will end up costing, so I am also inside Jake's mouth once a day, giving them a wiggle. Plus we are painting the picture of four whole dollars as soon as they come out. Thank you Tooth Fairy.<br />
So at the end of the day Jake will have straight teeth like his dad. Those adult teeth will actually move on their own and take their proper place once those baby teeth are liberated from Jakey's mouth. My little shark boy will be fine. And you wouldn't believe how many carrots that kid can eat. xoxo AMS<br />
<br />Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-86016135986718208632013-03-13T08:03:00.000-07:002013-03-13T08:04:21.961-07:00Suddenly Mommy video: Rajashaunna - The Granola Mom<img src='https://admin.logograph.com/AnneMarieScheffler/multimedia/Image/145.thumbnail?width=200&height=200&bound=1' style='float:left; margin-right:10px;' />Get some mommy advice from Rajashaunna - mom with no real mom skills on how special a birthday for her stepdaughter can be... guess kids need your attention and love, huh?<br /><a href='http://suddenlymommy.com/watch-webisodes?video=193'>http://suddenlymommy.com/watch-webisodes?video=193</a>Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-35609610261128648202013-02-26T09:07:00.000-08:002013-02-26T09:08:26.547-08:00So this morning, my kid threw a big piece of ice at my backI wish this wasn't true. I wish I was just blogging about how cute my sons are. Nope. Today, my back hurts. From my 8 year old son, picking up a massive piece of ice, and, while I was not looking, hurling it at my back. It happened on the walk to school- 8:40am or something, and it's noon and I am still fuming about it.<br />Let me give you the lead up. I'm doing a touring show I co-wrote and co-star in. It's a 50 Shades of Grey parody and is killing it all over the US so I am flying all over to do this show. I am missing my husband and kids every time I go away, but I want to do it, so I go. A lot of moms don't go. My career is coming back, the kids are getting older (6 and 8) so I go. I'm freaking racked with guilt, but I go. I'm on stage in front of thousands of women and I am getting paid for it. I should go.<br />But the days leading up to me going, I get guilty, sad, overly-loving. I am leaving today, in 2 hours the limo is coming to drive me to the airport. Last night, with Dave at soccer, I enjoyed dinner and a movie with my gorgeous sons. We ate our dinner in front of the TV (don't tell Dave) and Nathan, my ice-hurling 8 year old, and I lay on the couch together, hugging, me stealing kisses from him, and tickling each other. And Nathan kept trying to pick my nose and stick his finger (with snot) in my mouth. Fun boy-mother stuff. And then I read to them, hugged and kissed them some more, and put them to bed.<br />This morning, on the walk to school, Nathan was pouty. His mittens were wet. Yesterday afternoon, he was throwing snowballs at me on the walk home from school. I told him he could not throw snowballs at Jakey, but he could throw them at me. As a result his mittens were wet this morning. I had them on the heater all night but they were still slightly wet. So I handed him his wet mittens. I even offered to give him a different, drier pair, but he refused. And then I guess he was mad about the wet mittens, and somehow that was my fault, so while I was holding Jake's hand, walking with the boys to school, Nathan decided to pay me back (about the mittens?) with a big piece of ice. I didn't see him coming. I just got hit really hard in the back. I'm not even sure that it's about the mittens. All I know is that I got hit in the back with a huge block of ice and I didn't see it coming.<br />It hurt. I cried. I grabbed Nathan by the shoulders and told him off. I am about to get on a plane for 7 days and this is my goodbye? Freaking kids. You know, we are not the only family walking to school- so lots of parents and kids heard me using cuss words at my son. My mind whirled- thinking about what the frig I am doing wrong that no man in my life values me. I told Nathan "I am your mother! You should love me and protect me like I am your Queen!" It reminded me of when I was yelling at some boyfriend who broke my heart by sleeping around with someone else while we were in a committed relationship: "I am the prize! I am the prize!" (See my one hour comedy special Not Getting It for reference. Link below.)<strong id="yui_3_7_2_1_1361895193710_482" style="color:#3e3e3e;font:bold 16px arial, sans-serif;"></strong> Anyway, I have to stop fuming and start packing. Yes, start packing. It's not like I am lounging around doing my shit. I have kids and a step daughter and a husband. And I put myself at the bottom of the list. I did forgive Nathan and hug him and get him to school on time. But boy, if we were dating, I'd totally break up with him. And you bet Jake is my favourite son today. I hugged Jakey as I was getting him into daycare this morning. "You would never do that to Mommy, would you Jakey?" Me still on about the ice-attack. "No Mommy," Jake assured me, "I even told you -LOOK OUT." See. I'm going to the prom with Jake.<br /><a href='http://vimeo.com/28627618'>http://vimeo.com/28627618</a>Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-49887130521170912582013-02-23T07:40:00.000-08:002013-02-23T07:41:19.731-08:00Parenting and The SecretMy husband gave me hell yesterday. Yesterday morning my six year old said he wanted an ipad and I said "sure!" Because I'm all about abundance you see. I've read The Secret. Dave (my husband... who gave me The Secret but did not read it. Men.) was irritated: "Mommy. (We call each other Mommy and Daddy... I know that seems old fashioned but I came from 20 year of dating players unsuccessfully or successfully if quantity is the measure of achievement- and I dove into my role of Mommy for all the bells and whistles- only. As in I like the idea of being a mother: being called Mommy. The reality... another story). Anyhoops, Dave is all "Mommy. Please don't tell this one you are getting him an ipad if you're not. I picked him up at daycare and he's jumping around saying "Mommy's getting me an ipad" and I have to be the one to burst his bubble." I flush red. I'm not <b>not</b> getting him an ipad. I am allowed to say that. "But I am getting Jakey an ipad. Sometime." Jake, who is standing there, doesn't know if he should cry or be excited. We are definitely giving these kids an emotional workout, at the very least. "Well, Jake thought you meant today. So, be careful about your empty promises." Argh. I don't make empty promises. I do the opposite of what my parents did: I give hope. Yes yes yes to everything. If Jake wants an ipad, let's get him an ipad. It's an Abundant Universe, right? Anyone? Apparently, you have to give the kids some sort of hard answers and solid expectations so I guess that's why Dave and I are married: we balance each other out and the kids are going to turn out alright. But I know I was raised in a household with one income and four kids and everything was a budget line item. There were no extras. So I am determined to have extras for my kids. Because I have my own ways of making money. And my own credit cards. And I've read The Secret. I'm visualizing cheques in the mail right now, thank you very much. Look, I'd rather say to Jakey "Sure! Let's get you an ipad! Let's look at what it costs online. Let's save your allowance. Let's find out if it's on sale. Let's believe it is possible... Let's call Gramma." than "no." I'm not so good with no. My own childhood issues to be sure. So... maybe I am a bad mom making empty promises. Or maybe I am a good improvisor, "Yes, and..." My Second City days at work. Look things are changing in our world and that is certain. And one thing that I can tell you for sure that is different is that some parents these days (okay me, at least) might not be so quick with the word no. Let's see if Jakey turns out to be a selfish white man. Or a limitless creator. Or a guy with issues because his mother gave him empty promises. I guess I have an ipad to get now... xoxo AMS<br />Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-91459001262874379792013-02-22T08:35:00.000-08:002013-02-22T08:36:09.856-08:00Suddenly Mommy is coming to Richmond Hill!<img src='http://admin.logograph.com/AnneMarieScheffler/multimedia/Image/88.thumbnail?width=200&height=200&bound=1' style='float:left; margin-right:10px;' />Los Angeles was fabulous! And now Suddenly Mommy is coming to Richmond Hill Performing Arts Centre on March 28th! So excited! <a href="http://www.rhcentre.ca/buy-ticket.php?action=659210" title="" target="">Click here for more info and tickets! </a><br />Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-71517501760017403652013-02-15T05:55:00.001-08:002013-02-15T05:55:18.539-08:00Suddenly Mommy video: Celine Dion - The Inspiration<img src='https://admin.logograph.com/AnneMarieScheffler/multimedia/Image/133.thumbnail?width=200&height=200&bound=1' style='float:left; margin-right:10px;' />Get some mommy advice from Celine Dion about how to have miracle babies, be a superstar and have it all!!!!!<br /><br />Don't miss "Suddenly Mommy" - the hilarious mother of a comedy by Anne Marie Scheffler<br />Every woman who’s had a baby recognizes the moment when your name changes from "Hey, Sexy" to suddenly "Mommy"! Anne Marie Scheffler, the star of Second City and her own special on The Comedy Network, presents this hilarious and relatable one-woman show on motherhood fresh from Second City Hollywood and Theatre Row in New York City.<br /><a href='http://suddenlymommy.com/watch-webisodes?video=22'>http://suddenlymommy.com/watch-webisodes?video=22</a>Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-19944103949542381252013-02-07T07:25:00.000-08:002013-02-07T07:26:58.648-08:00Suddenly Mommy video: Janet - The Soccer Mom<img src='https://admin.logograph.com/AnneMarieScheffler/multimedia/Image/139.thumbnail?width=200&height=200&bound=1' style='float:left; margin-right:10px;' />Get some mommy advice from Janet, the kind of competitive mother who believes that there is nothing more important than raising winners!<br /><br />Don't miss "Suddenly Mommy" - the hilarious mother of a comedy by Anne Marie Scheffler<br />Every woman who’s had a baby recognizes the moment when your name changes from "Hey, Sexy" to suddenly "Mommy"! Anne Marie Scheffler, the star of Second City and her own special on The Comedy Network, presents this hilarious and relatable one-woman show on motherhood fresh from Second City Hollywood and Theatre Row in New York City.<br /><a href='http://suddenlymommy.com/watch-webisodes?video=19'>http://suddenlymommy.com/watch-webisodes?video=19</a>Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-14719120189531063612012-12-17T07:38:00.000-08:002012-12-17T07:41:44.224-08:00The "I'm in love with a rock star" commercialI got the boys to school today, and when I came home I was picking up my five year old's socks knotted into a ball, smiling about how he was walking around yesterday with his arm shoved through the middle of the sock ball saying "do you like my watch?" Freaking cute. I can't make this stuff up. And then I thought about how much I love them at this age (5 and 8) and they'll get bigger, but right now, I can smother them with kisses and they still let me. And that I am in love with them. Yes, in love. I tell them so all the time. <br /><br />I'm fricking in love with them. I'm like a groupie. I'll do anything for them. Which isn't the best parenting plan, so I resist buying them $60 worth of pokemon cards at the comic book store in our neighbourhood "just because". Okay, I try to resist. Okay I dropped $60 on each of them, $120 total, because I am a sucker for their love. But I'm working on it. But I digress...<br /><br />I saw a Playskool commercial last night. A mom says "I'm in love with a rock star" and then of course, it's her young son playing the playskool rock and roll kit or something. Cute. And my initial reaction was "hey, she stole my line!" And then "good for Playskool" because it's about time we use the term "in love" with our children. As long as it doesn't get all Mackenzie Phillips...<br /><br />I love Shakti Gawain. Do you know her? Living in The Light and Creative Visualization are books that I live my life by. She says, and I quote: "Falling in love is actually a powerful experience of feeling the universe move through you. The other person has become a channel for you, a catalyst that triggers you to open up to the love, beauty and passion within you. Your own channel opens wide, the universal energy comes pouring through, and you have a blissful moment of "enlightenment" very similar to the experience some people have after long periods of meditation."<br /><br />So, I'll say it, I'm in love with my children. And rock on, Playskool. Telling it like it is. xoxo AMS<br />Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-43897527202179402652012-07-22T19:49:00.002-07:002012-07-22T21:06:20.153-07:00Who Says A Mom Can't?My friend Shelley who lives up in the beautiful remoteness called me today. She and her husband are ready to sell their home and move somewhere more urban. Sudbury. Well, it's a start. She's wanted to do something for herself- like the move- for a while, but she couldn't because she has a son and like a good mom, for fifteen years, he has been the priority. So, now that the precarious life of a child has reached teenagehood, it's going to be okay to move him. He's perfectly wonderful and healthy and smart by the way. (Meanwhile, I'm getting ready to move my family from Toronto to LA, as soon as possible, or at least before my sons are old enough to have girlfriends they can't bear to leave behind. Or hockey teams that will buckle and fold without them).<br />
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Then Shelley mentioned a mutual friend, Karen, who has two little kids. Karen is drop dead gorgeous, has a famous relative who is a movie star in LA, and was on her way to LA herself when she became pregnant. Six years later, she's almost got the youngest in school and has begun shopping for agents and working with acting coaches again. I'm so excited for her and have been encouraging her. Then Shelley drops this on me. "Did you hear Karen's pregnant again?" "No!" Is my reaction. Shelley confirms that Karen is not happy about it. "But Karen was going to start acting again,"I protest, "and get her career back." "What career?" was Shelley's less than supportive response. And then Shelley goes on about how nice it will be for Karen to have three little kids running around in the house, as if that would be every mother's proper attitude. In my silence, Shelley brings up my situation and questions the LA move because she knows it's really what I want, and an inconvenience to everyone else in the family. At which point I don't feel like talking to Shelley anymore. Now Karen, I want to talk to desperately, and soothe her over, yes, a pregnancy.<br />
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Counter-intuitive? Sad for the happy news of another baby? Less than impressed with a woman who didn't do what she's wanted to do for fifteen years because she was "being a good mom"? And not feeling wrong about living my true life, despite the fact that I am a mother and wife and step-mom. Yes. Shelley might perceive me as a bad mother because I still have career aspirations and life goals, but as Elizabeth Gilbert quotes in Eat, Pray, Love from the Bhagavad Gita- (run on sentence anyone?)- "it's better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perefection."<br />
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I really hope Karen gets a huge part in a movie soon- the part of a pregnant woman. And I really wished I had responding to Shelley's question "What career?" with "Karen's career." Who says a mom can't? Well, obviously lots of people. But the flip side is: who says a mom can? The mom. And Karen can. And I'm going to call her and remind her of that.Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-50106001900802424582012-06-13T08:45:00.001-07:002012-06-13T08:45:02.561-07:00Suddenly Mommy at Rose Studio Theatre: November 15-16 at 8:00 pm<img src='http://admin.logograph.com/AnneMarieScheffler/multimedia/Image/91.thumbnail?width=200&height=200&bound=1' style='float:left; margin-right:10px;' />Every woman who’s had a baby recognizes the moment when your name changes from "Hey, Sexy" to suddenly "Mommy"! Anne Marie Scheffler, the star of Second City and her own special on The Comedy Network, presents this hilarious and relatable one-woman show fresh from Second City Hollywood and Theatre Row in New York City.<br /><br />"Anne-Marie Scheffler didn't think motherhood would be this hard... her jarring realization otherwise makes for a humorous and entertaining show." - CBC <br /><a target="" title="" href="http://www.brampton.ca/sites/Rose-Theatre/en/Events-And-Tickets/Pages/ShowDetails.aspx?ShowID=463&ShowDate=11/15/2012"><br />Click here for more info and tickets</a><br />Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-66699111804800508472012-04-30T04:17:00.001-07:002012-04-30T04:17:53.974-07:00Morning SonJakey climbed in bed with me this morning, around 6am. We slept for another hour. He usually does this: giving me his last hour of sleep to snuggle, and I love it. Usually it's wordless, but this morning, Jake climbed into bed beside me and in semi-sleep talk said "I call this mommy life." I love that kid. xoxo AMS<br />Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-3742323055189948412011-11-02T13:54:00.000-07:002011-11-02T13:57:23.798-07:00Suddenly Mommy in Sudbury! Friday Nov 4th!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2xxptRLeaOES1UOJdgvzDDHN1nggCtyhqLxYw31mlUdVFcv27T5jWOivYT0-MCecP-davqnqpbmAZPKVL84I67JBXIN-ZrB1KyVAaKpO2OLixVFY9HMg-zuQJcn2zu-i0ET3fp5jYKZi/s1600/SudburyPosterNov2011+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2xxptRLeaOES1UOJdgvzDDHN1nggCtyhqLxYw31mlUdVFcv27T5jWOivYT0-MCecP-davqnqpbmAZPKVL84I67JBXIN-ZrB1KyVAaKpO2OLixVFY9HMg-zuQJcn2zu-i0ET3fp5jYKZi/s320/SudburyPosterNov2011+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For tickets: <span id="event_url"><a href="http://suddenlysudbury.eventbrite.com/" target="_blank">http://suddenlysudbury.eventbrite.com</a></span></div>Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-49732875193812332502011-10-10T21:37:00.000-07:002011-10-10T21:44:12.731-07:002 shows at Second City HollywoodIf you think Halloween is scary... try Motherhood! The screaming! The shrieking! Behaving like a monster! And the kids are pretty bad too! So, grab your favourite zombie and howl the night away with the montrously talented Anne Marie Scheffler in Suddenly Mommy! at The Second City Hollywood, Tuesday Oct 25th and Thursday Oct 27th, 7pm shows. A funny, one-mommy comedy about having it all!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkKx4E5RSvHGWqwQU-H5teBp4buvv_wsOfnMGN2HBHwe-RyfucAF56IW42nv0SGCKwpPz0ow8dTsxqMvQyxr6ElYVj8kYDPITAQMCbmxmbL98LfUAUS_TzLUntt1jtMJRt06PeOVzAEo1/s1600/SuddenlyMommySucker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkKx4E5RSvHGWqwQU-H5teBp4buvv_wsOfnMGN2HBHwe-RyfucAF56IW42nv0SGCKwpPz0ow8dTsxqMvQyxr6ElYVj8kYDPITAQMCbmxmbL98LfUAUS_TzLUntt1jtMJRt06PeOVzAEo1/s320/SuddenlyMommySucker.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>2 shows only:Tues Oct 25th 7pm & Thurs Oct 27th, 7pm <br />
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Canadian Comedy Award nominee, Second City Alumna, and star of her own comedy special on CTV/ The Comedy Network, Anne Marie Scheffler is back with her 7th one person show! Suddenly Mommy! is a one-mommy comedy about having it all, whatever that means!<br />
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“Anne Marie Scheffler didn't think motherhood would be this hard. She thought she could be the sexy showbiz mom, with a baby in one arm, a movie script in the other. Her jarring realization otherwise makes for a humorous and entertaining show. Scheffler is a charismatic, sparkling performer.” - CBC Review<br />
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“Poignant, hilarious, heart-breaking, and an all-together amazing journey.”- Hadley Kay<br />
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Suddenly Mommy!<br />
written & performed by<br />
Anne Marie Scheffler<br />
at Second City Hollywood<br />
6560 Hollywood Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90028<br />
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Tickets $10. Buy tickets at the door, online at <a href="http://www.secondcity.com/performances/hollywood/nowplaying/">http://www.secondcity.com/performances/hollywood/nowplaying/</a> <br />
or call 323-464-1861<br />
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For industry tickets, please contact Wendy Zocks at<br />
310-231-0444 <u><a href="mailto:wendy@wendyzockspr.com">wendy@wendyzockspr.com</a> </u><br />
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Look forward to seeing you and the rest of the undead there! xoxo AMSAnne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-33272000399007674762011-09-16T10:43:00.000-07:002011-09-16T11:15:47.307-07:00Toronto: Sept 26 to Oct 9, 2011<span style="color: yellow;"> Book tickets online and save $5! </span><a href="http://www.ticketweb.ca/snl/Search.action?query=suddenly+mommy+online" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1316191832193658" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: yellow;">Click: http://www.ticketweb.ca/snl/Search.action?query=suddenly+mommy+online</span></a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBFvByM6f_GyIkXmobx13wq-Ux0UlVdjmagjdJmIRy7IRmnVfrsy2RHPIq1dRoUzyz-b773rDmsNOX7kp7nGBc3iM-PrWW-z-lvmvMSemjWdz7XQ3qVzMHtP8oT39kVTBMwL9av9mGk1w/s1600/redSandcastlePoster8by10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBFvByM6f_GyIkXmobx13wq-Ux0UlVdjmagjdJmIRy7IRmnVfrsy2RHPIq1dRoUzyz-b773rDmsNOX7kp7nGBc3iM-PrWW-z-lvmvMSemjWdz7XQ3qVzMHtP8oT39kVTBMwL9av9mGk1w/s320/redSandcastlePoster8by10.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Suddenly Mommy!</strong> <br />
written & performed by <br />
<strong>Anne Marie Scheffler</strong> at <br />
<strong>The Red Sandcastle Theatre<br />
</strong></span>922 Queen Street East, Toronto <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Tickets $20 in advance/ $25 door <br />
book online:<br />
<span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Arial;"> </span><a href="http://www.ticketweb.ca/snl/Search.action?query=suddenly+mommy+online" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1316191832193658" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial;">http://www.ticketweb.ca/snl/Search.action?query=suddenly+mommy+online</span></a><br />
or call 416 845-9411<br />
for reservations and group discounts</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Mon, September 26th- 8pm <br />
Tues, September 27th- 8pm<br />
Wed, September 28th- 8pm</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Thurs, September 29th- 2pm*</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Fri, September 30th- 2pm*</div>Sat, October 1st- 8pm<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Sun, October 2nd- 2pm</div><br />
Tues, October 4th- 8pm<br />
Wed, October 5th- 8pm<br />
Thurs, October 6th- 8pm<br />
Fri, October 7th- 8pm<br />
Sat, October 8th- 8pm<br />
Sun, October 9th- 2pm *Stroller friendly weekday matinees<br />
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Canadian Comedy Award nominee, Second City Alumnae, and star of her own comedy special on CTV/ The Comedy Network, Anne Marie Scheffler is back with her 7th one person show! Suddenly Mommy! is a comedy about a self-confessed bad mom. Our ill-prepared heroine falls for a single dad; they get pregnant, they get married and before you know it, she is a step-mom, a mom of two little boys of her own, and a very desperate housewife. She is the people pleaser who worked for decades to come into her own, only to lose herself to her children. Overtired but inspired by role models such as Celine Dion and her own mother, Anne Marie redefines the role of motherhood, in order to have it all, whatever that means!<br />
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“Anne Marie Scheffler didn't think motherhood would be this hard. She thought she could be the sexy showbiz mom, with a baby in one arm, a movie script in the other. Her jarring realization otherwise makes for a humorous and entertaining show. Scheffler is a charismatic, sparkling performer.” - CBC<br />
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“Poignant, hilarious, heart-breaking, and an all-together amazing journey.”- Hadley KayAnne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-59228173786899893432011-09-08T21:38:00.000-07:002011-09-08T22:30:54.202-07:00Suddenly Mommy! in Toronto and New York, Fall 2011!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zAniEWq4j2zTrFabooXO5TuM-javy5xQDt9XX7HtlwAOylreb1STT5ypSRTZiTitqnqo0M-2x3xV6dTNH5OKqj-9l0nFlYWPgRPWCzt7qvu0OpPbwap-wMXrDSOgv0tA-OV8LM5ID6Qu/s1600/sudmomlogo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 209px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 167px;"><img border="0" height="200" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zAniEWq4j2zTrFabooXO5TuM-javy5xQDt9XX7HtlwAOylreb1STT5ypSRTZiTitqnqo0M-2x3xV6dTNH5OKqj-9l0nFlYWPgRPWCzt7qvu0OpPbwap-wMXrDSOgv0tA-OV8LM5ID6Qu/s200/sudmomlogo3.jpg" width="140" /></a><strong>Suddenly Mommy!</strong> <br />
written & performed <br />
by <strong>Anne Marie Scheffler</strong> <br />
at <strong>The Red Sandcastle Theatre</strong>, <br />
922 Queen Street East, Toronto<br />
(at Logan) <br />
Tickets $20 in advance/ $25 door </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">book online at <a href="http://www.totix.ca/">http://www.totix.ca/</a> <br />
or call 416 845-9411 <br />
for reservations and group discounts</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Mon, September 26th- 8pm Tues, October 4th- 8pm</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Tues, September 27th- 8pm Wed, October 5th- 8pm</div>Wed, September 28th- 8pm Thurs, October 6th- 8pm<br />
Thurs, September 29th- 2pm* Fri, October 7th- 8pm<br />
Fri, September 30th- 2pm* Sat, October 8th- 8pm<br />
Sat, October 1st- 8pm Sun, October 9th- 2pm<br />
Sun, October 2nd- 2pm *Stroller friendly weekday matinees <br />
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Red SandcastleTheatre, Artistic Director- Rosemary Doyle<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Anything is possible! <a href="http://www.redsandcastletheatre.com/">http://www.redsandcastletheatre.com/</a></div><br />
SUDDENLY MOMMY!<br />
Canadian Comedy Award nominee, Second City Alumnae, and star of her own comedy special on CTV/ The Comedy Network, Anne Marie Scheffler is back with her 7th one person show!<br />
<br />
Suddenly Mommy! is a comedy about a self-confessed bad mom. Our ill-prepared heroine falls for a single dad; they get pregnant, they get married and before you know it, she is a step-mom, a mom of two little boys of her own, and a very desperate housewife. She is the people pleaser who worked for decades to come into her own, only to lose herself to her children. Overtired but inspired by role models such as Celine Dion and her own mother, Anne Marie redefines the role of motherhood, in order to have it all, whatever that means!<br />
<br />
“Anne Marie Scheffler didn't think motherhood would be this hard. She thought she could be the sexy showbiz mom, with a baby in one arm, a movie script in the other. Her jarring realization otherwise makes for a humorous and entertaining show. Scheffler is a charismatic, sparkling performer.” - CBC<br />
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“Poignant, hilarious, heart-breaking, and an all-together amazing journey.”- Hadley Kay<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1pFZHgrZ4lZdQ_wsTU1xGxGF5-_HISm3EQ4f__AHfLTFFcpc0xp-UVuuQ5KPPDGHTswJOhKVlGS5A8Y00fp7pS4AdjyM0rBFsTe6_K42w8Fo4hdzJBV7EkB5st8KYBV_Fl9qVHuzMtev/s1600/NYCPoster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1pFZHgrZ4lZdQ_wsTU1xGxGF5-_HISm3EQ4f__AHfLTFFcpc0xp-UVuuQ5KPPDGHTswJOhKVlGS5A8Y00fp7pS4AdjyM0rBFsTe6_K42w8Fo4hdzJBV7EkB5st8KYBV_Fl9qVHuzMtev/s320/NYCPoster.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><strong><span style="color: #e06666;">ANNE MARIE INVITED TO PERFORM<br />
SUDDENLY MOMMY IN NEW YORK CITY <br />
THIS NOVEMBER!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666;">Wednesday, November 9th, 2011, 7:30pm. $18</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666;">UNITED SOLO THEATRE FESTIVAL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666;">At Theatre ROW,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666;">410 42nd Street</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666;">New York, New York 10036 </span></strong><br />
<a href="http://www.theatrerow.com/"><strong><span style="color: #e06666;">www.theatrerow.com</span></strong></a><br />
<a href="http://www.unitedsolo.org/"><strong><span style="color: #e06666;">www.unitedsolo.org</span></strong></a>Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-56487855277087576362011-09-02T13:25:00.000-07:002011-09-02T13:25:45.813-07:00high-resolution photos available for downloading<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4tBQQXyIGg1vGIFQWL9p8JjglP_TcNwu4P5CgTTjfaNJ0TGcrb_-Ru3E8qorZo5M_O45e-TGSRIGsVjRXjg1Dz5WdsASKh5QpsLfSozVNoA6jeXy6nEshAw1-cswBGGYWT46giOTYimK/s1600/SudMomSuckerPic1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4tBQQXyIGg1vGIFQWL9p8JjglP_TcNwu4P5CgTTjfaNJ0TGcrb_-Ru3E8qorZo5M_O45e-TGSRIGsVjRXjg1Dz5WdsASKh5QpsLfSozVNoA6jeXy6nEshAw1-cswBGGYWT46giOTYimK/s320/SudMomSuckerPic1.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div>Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-57130083819362049002011-07-04T09:17:00.000-07:002011-07-04T09:17:38.273-07:00I Want Somebody to Fight With Me...Jake, the 4 year old, is trying to amuse himself, while I get stuff done on the computer (paying credit card bills). My step-daughter, my other son and Jake are home. Summer vacation. Oh, how I miss daycare and school already. But I've got the 12 year old step-daughter in charge of making lunch. For a fee. She's earning money. If only she took VISA.<br />
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Jakey found two mini pool cues and wants somebody to fight with him. I've got the family finances on-line and can't be distracted. Wouldn't want to over pay Mastercard. "I want somebody to fight with me," he moans. "Go upstairs and fight with Nathan," I tell him. "He's very good at fighting."<br />
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"No!" says Jake. "I want you to fight with me! I want somebody sucky!" Nice.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7M_Gch9Jfxa13UdrJt0nMzYnmQPW07wEawdF8Q_rBeADLH8zusAfda_beAwbfRzvszZITZ-pA9mW8iNW9HJ7DA3NtAFvgnpqA-G4cV-8cYc4ywR_DYKHm2_PINXRdZ46tO98JWHG4MEa/s1600/june2011+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7M_Gch9Jfxa13UdrJt0nMzYnmQPW07wEawdF8Q_rBeADLH8zusAfda_beAwbfRzvszZITZ-pA9mW8iNW9HJ7DA3NtAFvgnpqA-G4cV-8cYc4ywR_DYKHm2_PINXRdZ46tO98JWHG4MEa/s320/june2011+052.JPG" width="180" /></a></div>Anne Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972901770552279309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559483787818295013.post-60325970723897736462011-06-04T10:52:00.000-07:002011-06-10T19:15:09.054-07:00Suddenly Mommy! in Sudbury, June 23rd, 2011!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtgM6m1hdrjU_Bu_PMRKTPziVyYP-bhzE7ABIi_eCS0NAms9FWJgCdzAr9MzpVsrow2AF6NLXzWRUORL5XdrzBkHstG9KlDYuyoMsEPcBBMLoBpnxBUFWWpduqTAWGpJYG2qWghHXzf1N4/s1600/SurprisedLeopardPrint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtgM6m1hdrjU_Bu_PMRKTPziVyYP-bhzE7ABIi_eCS0NAms9FWJgCdzAr9MzpVsrow2AF6NLXzWRUORL5XdrzBkHstG9KlDYuyoMsEPcBBMLoBpnxBUFWWpduqTAWGpJYG2qWghHXzf1N4/s200/SurprisedLeopardPrint.jpg" t8="true" width="158" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong>ONE NIGHT ONLY! </strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Thursday June 23rd @ 8pm</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Little Montreal (on Elgin St)</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>$25 each ticket</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>For advance tickets call Claudia 705-665-4127<br />
or drop by Little Montreal and get your tickets ahead of time. Tickets also will be available at the door on the night of the show.</em></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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