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Mom’s The Word

June 27, 2011

As a mommy of two young girls (6 and 1) I don’t always get to go out, but fortunately for me, I have a great sister who makes sure I’m having some ‘me’ time, too.  And because of her, I got to go see Mom’s The Word!  It’s a wonderful play, playing on Granville Island in Vancouver, BC until July 23!

I experienced every form of joy during the 2 hrs and 15 mins of this show, which is expected, but I also teared up and reflected on my own experiences as a mother.  It validated and reassured me that I’m not the only one who feels like she’s losing her mind.  That even though I may be covered in unknown substances and bouncing up and down to soothe a baby I’m not holding, I have a place in a club of mothers who get it.  It uplifted my spirits, made my heart soar, and reinvigorated me.

I would recommend this show for any mommy who is sleep deprived, missing private bathroom time, and is seriously considering reading the dictionary because of trouble with…umm…words. Yeah, that’s it. Words.  The show ain’t going to help with the sleep, but I guarantee you’ll laugh for the afternoon. With other adults!

Information about the play is below:

MOM’S THE WORD: REMIXED

By The Mom’s the Word Collective
Originally directed by Wayne Harrison

Now playing until July 23 | Revue Stage

Back by popular demand!

The Mother of All Shows

They’re back! The shockingly funny Moms reunite to bring highlights from the smash hits Mom’s the Word and Mom’s the Word 2: Unhinged to Granville Island. In this production, they’ll share their true, intimate tales of the heartache and joy of parenthood, from bun in the oven to the terrible twos to the terrifying teens.

Tickets from $29

Theatre for Mommies. Know someone with a baby who loves theatre?We would love them to come to one of our special Wednesday Matinee performances. All seats are only $20! There will be secure stroller parking in our lobby and if your little one needs to vocalize you can take them in and out of the theatre, everyone else (and especially the performers) will understand—they’re moms too!
June 15, 2 pm, June 22, 2 pm; June 29, 2 pm; July 6, 2 pm;
July 13, 2 pm; July 20, 2 pm.

 

Are there any other great mommy events you’ve been to? A special girls night out that you’ll never forget? Tell me about it!

The Writer & The Procrastinator

October 4, 2010
procrastinate

So I was dusting off the old writing files and found this little skit I wrote about a year ago.   Funny, it still all applies.   *sigh* I suck.

Reporter: Thanks for siting down with us.  I know that things have been [loud banging] difficult for you, but we really appreciate you rearranging your schedule to do this interview.

Syd: Sure.  I figured it’s time that I break my silence.  It’s time [louder banging] people [more furious banging], errrm,  my characters understand what this is about.

Reporter: [nods] I think [thwack] that it’s [thwack] important to let [thwack] everyone [looks pointedly at the door] know what this is about.   So if you’re ready, should we begin?

Syd: [swallows cotton balls] Umm…yeah I’m [voice trembles] as ready as I’ll ever be.

Reporter:  [looks into camera] I’m here with future best selling author-to-be Syd.  [channels Leeza Gibbons]

Syd: [raises eyebrows and mutters] Impressive.  Great lips too. Damn. [digs in pockets for chap-stick]

Reporter: [continues in Leeza's dramatic cadence] It is day [dramatic pause] 84 of the writer’s strike. That is Syd’s writer’s strike.  Take a look at this.

Junior Cameraman: This job sucks

Reporter: [glares] Shut up Stewie.

Syd: Pardon? [watches cameraman pull out a pack of cigarettes] Oh, excuse me.  I’m really sorry, but we don’t smoke– Wait…what did you cut to?

Reporter: Oh…just some candid footage.  You can watch here [points to small TV].

Syd: [looks horrified and begins to choke on 2nd hand smoke and humiliation]

Reporter & Syd: [watch video.]

Syd: Oh dear lord.  Shit.  The laundry.  I didn’t have any…It’s umm…with the writing and housework it’s hard to keep clothes….umm…washed.  You’re not going to give this to TLC’s What Not To Wear are you?  [watches video of self bending over in piling yoga pants]

Reporter: But you haven’t been writing, right?

Syd: [flushes] Well, no.  No writing per say, but I spend a lot of time creating iTunes playlists, casting my characters, finding cute little writing meters, a little bit of plot–

Characters: [loud banging]

Cy: [surprisingly clear even through the new steel reinforced silver plated door] Syd, whoever is smoking in your house is going to fucking die.  Also, I did like that new Staind song you added to my playlist.

Reporter & Syd: [looks at cameraman who takes another deep drag on his cigarette]

Syd: [frowns] I’m not talking to him right now, but I’d listen if I were you.  Staind is so perfect for your broodiness Cy.  It’s really inspiring some great dream–

Cy: [voice sounds closer]

Syd: [spins around to see where the mob has moved to]

Cy: You better listen you donkey.

Axel: [apparently talking to mob] He doesn’t have shit for brains does he?

Syd: [looks at Reporter and Shit-for-brains] I don’t know if I can guarantee your safety.  They are really riled up.   Understandably.

Mob: You don’t understand anything! We’re sitting in limbo.  We hate limbo!

Syd: [stutters and begins to rambles]  It’s really hard.  I have a real life.  A baby, husband, work issues, a fan–

Mob: [chants] Limbo is for bimbo’s! Limbo is for bimbo’s!

Syd: Hurry.  To the office.  They’re going to break down the door.

Reporter: How do you know?

Syd: I’m writing this.  I know what they’re going to do.  [mutters] Bimbo.

Cy: On three.

Syd: [mutters] Figures he’d organize them. [yells over shoulder as she waddles up stairs at penguin speed] You don’t even wanna be your coven leader, Cy!

Cy: [steel door clangs in foyer, wood splinters] I’m gonna lock you in a room with Dom, Syd.  And when you’re tied up in a chair he is gonna to describe in very graphic detail every encounter with every woman–

Syd: Nooo! My ears will fall off.  I’m not that liberal. His escapades aren’t really suitable for adults, even!

Syd: [watches SkinnyAss use her damn pilates-is-so-hollywood hamstrings to effortlessly climb the stairs] Hurry.  The door on the left.  [slides around corner like a de-clawed puppy]

Hollywood Diet & Delinquent: [shocked into silence]

Syd: [slams door and engages all 25 locks]

HollyHo: Will those hold them?

Syd: [shakes head slowly]

To be continued…