Obligatory Blog

Image courtesy of ivewatchedit.com With less than two weeks to go, I’m both thrilled and terrified to note that a significant number of tix and RSVPS for the upcoming show at Brisbane Powerhouse are from folks I went to school with some fifteen + years ago. A significant number. A healthy portion of whom I have not seen in years. Don’t get me wrong, I’m utterly thrilled to feel so supported by these amazing people from my past. I’m stoked to have a home crowd to perform for.

My bestest friend. A long overdue visit. The beach. Seven – count em, SEVEN – kids between us. Connecting amidst and despite chaos. But it doesn’t matter. We are TOGETHER. *here endeth the sop* #BFF #family #friends #life

Me doing my best impression of a live human muppet. It's a niche. So if you’ve been playing along for a while now, you’ll know of my beautiful bestest buddie Frankie. And if you’ve been playing along for a while now, you’ll also know of our beautiful bestest trip earlier this year to NYC. And if you’ve been playing along for a while now, you’ll also know of how, on said trip, we made quite the habit of ingesting multiple Hershey bars for breakfast each morning. Why? Because w

Oscar, meet my Comic Mummy friends. Comic Mummy friends, meet Oscar. This beautiful baby was a gift some many Easters ago from my best friend Frankie. It was so awesome on so many levels, not the least of which was that at the time it was given, it was wrapped around a chocolate bunny. Some unknown number of years later, I’m proud to say (and Frankie was stunned to hear!) that I have carried this little baby all around the world. Not in a “tell me about the lambs, Clarice, te

Image courtesy of chethstudios.net UPDATE: Just got this facebook message from another of my ‘sorry I can’t friend you on my personal page’ recipients, a lovely lass called Manda. Haha, so it would seem, there are beautiful peeps in the world also. My heart can rest. Le sigh. Hey Jenny,Haha no no mental blank, we definately don’t know one another ‘personally’, I saw your stand up routine at the powerhouse a few weeks ago and wanted to keep track of where you’ll be performing

This is Frankie. (And me. In New York. AAAGGGHHH!!! I still can’t believe that happened!) I first met Frankie six years ago, when she moved into the house next door. The first I knew of their arrival was courtesy of their little girl Lilly, then two, came hurtling at full pace into our front yard, proceeded to jump, skip and cavort with my little Ella, then one, and then floated off as quickly as she’d arrived, calling out into the breeze: “Ella! Ella! You’re my BEST FRIEND!”