Obligatory Blog

THE GOOD: Loving my iPhone. Just worked out how to upload pics to twitter. This excites me. I am excitable by simple things. THE BAD: Our bank balance. THE GOOD: Picked up my dress last night and it is so adorable I want to hold it by a fire. But not too close. That thing is flammable. THE BAD: Our bank balance. And family dramas. And our bank balance. THE GOOD: The show is coming together beautifully, I have found a data projector for hire in Ads (woohoo!) at a reasonab

Night one: the kids' eyes popped out of their heads when they saw their first Aussie campfire. We promptly threw said balls on sticks and roasted them. My beautiful bestie from high school days, Lou. And her littlest Jo. And I. And marshmallows. All sans-makeup. Ah, I loves me the country! The Cay-man learned to ride a motorbike, then proceeded to celebrate this landmark occasion by doing a 3-minute dance. Hot diggedy dawg. On the back of the ute. Where all children belong. O

I’m less than 24 hours into this Adelaide Fringe Fest thang and already it’s worth my checked baggage weight in gold. My lovely hostess extraordinaire Julie (mum of my great buddy Ashley) had no sooner picked me up at the airport than she had swept me away on a beautiful driving tour of the beachy sides of this city, none of which I’d seen before. Loverly. I’m very much looking forward to both my energy levels and the temperature picking up later this week so I can go frolick

My oh my, it’s been one huge weekend. I’ve been in rehearsals since Friday night with my fellow mainstage Gumball Theatre castmates Marc and Greg – they came and stayed the entire weekend so we could improvise our buttocks off, hang out and play handball with various assortments of my children. And…we now have publicity pics! These are hot off the press (or more accurately, off the memory stick) so thought I’d give you guys the first sneak peek! Whaddya think? #impro #Improv

My costume as designed by Little Miss 8. I'm still not sure exactly what I was. It stuns me how spending a relatively measly portion of your life  in a place can cement it in your heart forever. I had long wanted to travel abroad and was expecting that once I’d done so, it would change me. But what I wasn’t expecting was how upon our return to Oz, I would from that point onwards always feel like a little piece of me was missing. The Canadian piece. A piece I hadn’t even known

I was oohing and aahing (that’s right, I never ‘um’) over whether to even post about this, namely because it just seems to damn uncool/starstruck/completely and utterly daggy to do so. BUT…I simply cannot contain this incredible excitement inside. The fact is, I’m not one of those cool people who can be all aloof at meeting one of their all-time heroes. I wish I could be, but I’m just not. So here tis, in all its resplendent, unabashed dagginess. You know how sometimes you’ll

Two days after we arrived back in Australia from our 2-year Canadian jaunt, my hubby scored a stint as a film set tutor, teaching child AC-TORS (forgive me, I can never say that word without putting on an Alec Guiness voice and exaggerating the syllables to boot). The film, called “The Tree”, was being shot near hubby’s folks’ place (a huge production taking over the tiny town of Boonah, just west of Ipswich, would you believe!), recently debuted at the Cannes Film Festival a

This week, at the exact moment that Australia was shedding its current Prime Minister, (well, okay, the exact half-hour bracket, but now who’s being picky), my littlest bundle of comicness – otherwise known as Cassidy – was shedding its current full-leg cast. I know, poetry in motion. But wait, there’s more! A follow-up x-ray showed that while things are definitely progressing in the right direction, his leg still hasn’t completely healed. Thus, back down to the plaster room