Obligatory Blog

At last night’s rehearsal, “Bouncy Betty” Kate drew this up with my kids, who were making Christmas drawings while we sang. How’s that Christmas shopping going? Yeah. Me too. I’m pretty excited to tell you that the Betties and I have put our good old noggins together and decided that seeing as our pozible campaign finishes literally DAYS before Christmas, we should put together something a little special for our supporters! So…once our campaign is successful (we are currently

Found this last night in my daughter’s school-book as she did her homework. I never really thought about support in those terms before. It was timely. It’s been on my mind. Support. Namely cos I’ve never really felt so supported – nor indeed, have I had to ask so much for it – as I have this year. Truly. I am sick of the sound of my own cyber-voice. Honestly. I want to scream at myself “ENOUGH ALREADY! People can only take so much of your incessant call to arms!” Stopping me

Everything hurts. Kicking off from the ABC Radio studios, where I chatted about this nutty plan and comedy stuff with the lovely Spencer Howson, Friday saw us spend almost 8 hours around the streets of Brisbane with a prammed-up puppet accepting gold coin donations down her gullet. We were very sensible – I had my back strapped, we factored in lots of breaks for stretching and resting and with the help of fellow comedian Damian Cosgriff, we were supplied at checkpoints with w

The beginning of the puppet pram! Tomorrow! I shall be HURTLING myself over this $10k finish line for the fab Cara Disability Services, WITH both my puppet daughter (who many of you may recall joins me onstage in my cabaret show), PLUS my real-life daughter, who, just like her Mummy, cannot miss out on anything in this lifetime. So it was that tonight, we joined with my fabulous friend Kath Griffin, a rockstar in her own right – who is also housing us tonight before we jet of

So… Just over four days to go, and the official tally as of tonight is: $3096.50. Meaning of course: just under 7k to raise in the next four days. Am I insane to still be thinking it is actually possible? Of course, it still requires an element of magic – however, with several significant events planned this weekend alone (cabaret, comedy, and a garage sale among them: you can click here if you’re keen on the full details) so long as they perform well & with a bit of luck on

The gorgeous Ruth Sullivan and I improvising a song onstage at Friday’s fundraising gig. It’s a tough gig this fundraising thing. I am stressed. But trying to breathe. And taking massive comfort in the support of those around me who are jumping on board the mission to help make this happen. Like in life in general I guess, we have to remember in times of overwhelm that WE ARE NOT ALONE. Take for instance this weekend just gone. Saturday morning, the morning after the comedy f

Gathering prizes, trying to plug upcoming fundraiser gigs, running pizza nights… I feel like pizza tonight! The kidlets took HUGE pleasure in handing out pizzas, taking the $$, inhaling cheese… As crazy busy as things are, as many knots as I’m tying myself in trying to sort out the bazillion details, as many moments as I have to force myself to take a breath and just trust that things are actually gonna work out and that I AM gonna make the $10,000 deadline within the next tw

Me holding some of the prizes coming in for everybody who donates! AGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!! As I type this, I have exactly 18 days til the cameras roll and we start shooting this television extravaganza! ROCK! Which means…yes. I have exactly 18 days to come up with $9000. Breathe. Just breathe. The good news is, I actually think it’s gonna happen. Am I stupid? Yes. Am I naively optimistic? Naturally. Am I right? HECK YES. We’re on track. I hope. This Friday I’m doing a pizza fund

Feeling: Overwhelmed, anxious, out of control, like my house is never gonna look clean again, like I’m gonna crack one of these days and just rip the page that says “tidy” out of the dictionary. Looking: Like a sweaty thyroidy wet patch. In fairness, this is cos I just got back from the gym. Yes. I am going. Again. Hold me. Not that close. I smell. Doing: A ton of stuff. Gigs. Trying to work out how to crack this whole $10,000 target thing. Celebrating small victories. Fluffi

The joy is all on the inside, I assure you. Darling darling people-who-read-this-blog, While I have no doubt that you are sitting there on the other end of cyberspace, biting your nails off in anticipation of my next utterance on this here website, let me placate you right now with thanks for your patience in my absence this week gone past. Oh dear Lord. It has just occurred to me that in writing this, I have in fact, turned into the bearer of one of those irritating “your ca

I’m terrified even writing this blog post, namely cos the moment I hit ‘publish’, it’s gonna become real. AGH. So a few weeks ago a pretty rocking dream came true. I got asked to be one of the participants in a damn amazing TV project. Actually, there’s a bit of a story as to how it all came about. Back at the good old Adelaide Fringe earlier this year, there I was strutting my stuff onstage at Titters, one of my favourite shows ever to guest in, filled as it is with deliciou

So last year I had this crazy little idea about doing a triathlon. Why? Hmmm…I think because: a) I wanted something seriously motivating to get me into shape, seeing as ‘just lose the baby weight’ wasn’t quite a big enough carrot to force me to put down the Maltesers; and b) just to see if I could. I started training – and let it be documented that jogging in snow ain’t no picnic – but then we decided to move our butts back to Australia, meaning that while said triathlon was