How to talk to your daughter about her body
Posted: August 17, 2013 Filed under: LOVE, Parenting Leave a commentLove this post by Sarah Koppelkam
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He hasn’t really left the building
Posted: August 16, 2013 Filed under: Theme Songs, Thought For the Day | Tags: August 16 1977, August 16 deaths, Elvis Aaron Presley, Elvis Presley - If I Can Dream, favourite singers, he looks good in leather, one day I'm going to Graceland, songs to live by, The Gospel according to Elvis, The King Leave a commentThe King died today in 1977. I loved his look, his white jumpsuits, his hair, his sneer, his pelvis, his fetish for deep-fried peanut butter sandwiches and his music. He may well have been my ideal man. His golden voice lives on forever in the drama of his high camp songs. I love you Elvis.
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I think people make their own faces as they grow
Posted: August 11, 2013 Filed under: Birthdays, WRITERS, WRITING | Tags: August 11 birthdays, Big Ears, children's authors, Clown quotes, clowns, Enid Blyton birthday, Enid Blyton quotes - The Naughtiest Girl Again, Hulk Hogan, Noddy, superheroes Leave a commentI’m feeling like a cross between Noddy and Big Ears, which is appropriate because Enid Blyton shares a birthday with Hulk Hogan today. I must be jolly old-fashioned.
“A clown needn’t be the same out of the ring as he has to be when he’s in it. If you look at photographs of clowns when they’re just being ordinary men, they’ve got quite sad faces.” Enid Blyton, Five Go Off in a Caravan
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Athe-letes Anonymous
Posted: August 10, 2013 Filed under: Clown Doctors, exercise | Tags: 14 kilometres of pain, Bondi here I come, bulking up on carbohydrates, charity fundraising, City to Surf 2013, Clown Doctors Australia, elite athletes, exercising for a good cause, Eye of the Tiger, going out tracksuits, no brain, no pain, quacks, sore feet, Survivor Leave a commentIn my old age I have truly become an elite athe-lete. I’m sure some people can’t help feeling a tad jealous of my superior fitness and style, so I’m happy to share a tip from my exercise system. As part of my intensive City to Surf training program, I went to a birthday party last night and bulked up on carbs. Champagne, pizza, Twisties, icecream and chocolate may have been consumed but I will burn them off tomorrow as I’m walking (more like strutting) in my best going out tracksuit for 14 (count them) tiny kilometres. When exercising it is very important to look stylish. I can’t wait to sweat it out at the Back of the Pack with the other lunatics. Last year it took me 3 3/4 hours to walk the course, I’m aiming for a Personal Best this year of over four hours. Bring it on Bondi, I’m coming atcha!
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I’m not waiting for my 15 minutes
Posted: August 6, 2013 Filed under: ART, Birthdays | Tags: 15 minutes of fame quote, American artists of the 20th century, Andy Warhol birthday, August 6 birthdays, Leo artists, The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - Television, the Drug of the Nation, The United States of Unconsciousness Leave a commentToday is the birth day of Andy Warhol. The man who once said, “In the future, everybody will be world famous for fifteen minutes.” In memory of this great art charlatan, I’ve decided I’m not going to wait for my 15 minutes of fame. I’m going to go out and get it. So far I’ve been on TV starring in two episodes of Sale Of The Century (around 40 minutes TV time), one episode of Hot Seat (about 10 minutes TV time), a tiny part in All Saints (2 minutes TV time), two episodes of Mums The Word, I was murdered on Murder Call (10 minutes) and I’ve done ads. My dad also put me on the cover of his dog book when I was nine (I’m not sure how many copies were printed so it’s hard to calculate my fame minutes in print). By my reckoning, my fame clock is up around the 85 minute mark. I think I’ll be getting my own TV show next.
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Marcia, Marcia, Marcia
Posted: August 5, 2013 Filed under: Birthdays | Tags: 1970s TV shows, August 5 birthdays, blended families, childhood idols, childhood role models, hero worship, Maureen McCormick, step brothers, step families, step parents, step sisters, The Brady Bunch, The Brady Bunch Theme Song From All Seasons 2 CommentsI could not imagine my childhood without the Brady Bunch. The orange and green kitchen, the sunken living room, the hair, the clothes, Alice and the dorkiness of the Brady boys, there was so much to love about that TV show. As the youngest child in my family, I was Cindy; the difficult middle child Jan was too annoying, but I wanted to be Marcia. I loved her hair, her geeky boyfriends and her mini skirts. Thank you Maureen McCormick (10 years older than me) for breathing life into Marcia and giving me a teen girly idol when I was 7. Maureen was also the voice of the Chatty Cathy doll in 1970, but I am far too young to remember that.
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That Old Black Magic
Posted: July 31, 2013 Filed under: Birthdays, LOVE, WRITERS | Tags: Australian authors, Award winning Australian journalists, Frank Sinatra That Old Black Magic, great dads, Jack Pollard O.A.M., July 31 birthdays Leave a commentMy Dad used to scare me to sleep with this song when I was a kid. Happy birthday Jack Pollard, I miss you every day.
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Birthday fever
Posted: July 29, 2013 Filed under: Birthdays | Tags: chicks were born to give you fever, Fever, happy birthday mum, He gives me fever, I light up when you call my name, July 29 birthdays, mad affair, Peggy Lee, Peggy Lee: Fever!, snap your fingers like Peggy Lee Leave a commentWhen I hear Peggy Lee I think of another cool blonde, my beautiful mamma who turns 86 today. Happy birthday to the woman who grew me in her body and gave me her love of music, art and books.
(How smooth is Peggy Lee’s band?)
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Laugh as I walk to the beach
Posted: July 27, 2013 Filed under: AUSTRALIA, Clown Doctors | Tags: 14 kilometres of pain, charity fundraiser, City to Surf 2013, Clown Doctors Australia, Frida Kahlo quotes, pyjamas are a fashion statement, Sydney to Bondi fun run, The Humour Foundation, walking for a good cause Leave a commentI’m walking (not running) 14 kilometres in the City to Surf race from Sydney city to Bondi beach on Sunday August 11th dressed as Clown Doctor Quack to raise funds for The Humour Foundation so we can continue our work in 21 children’s hospitals across Australia bringing joy and giggles to very sick kids.
“Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.” Frida Kahlo
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What’s In A Name?
Posted: July 25, 2013 Filed under: AUSTRALIA | Tags: Australian political name calling, Australian Politics, bewdiful Aussie names, British royal family names, budgie smugglers, classy monikers, first Australian female Prime Minister, Golden moments on Australian television, great names for dogs, Kev Kavanagh, Kevin Kelpie, Prince George, The Aunty Jack Show, The Aunty Jack Show - Theme Song 3 CommentsRipper bewdy, it’s official, the fresh prince of Kensington Palace, little George Robbo Stevo Brian Thommo Hyphen Double Barrelled Windsor has been named. He may well become a pants man. The name George has hints of suave, George Clooney and George Hamilton come to mind. Georgie Porgie kissed the girls and made them cry.
“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” said William Shakespeare. Call me superficial but like the British TV presenter who didn’t want her kids playing with children who had Bogan-sounding monikers, names tell me a lot. When I was nine years old I found a Kelpie cross stray on our street and I talked my mum into letting me keep him. My eldest brother was a big fan of The Aunty Jack Show at the time so we decided to call our pooch Kevin, or Kev Kavanagh Kelpie to give him his full name. Our family used our dog to gauge someone’s sense of humour, if they chuckled at our dog’s name we knew we’d get on well with our new friend. Kevin the Kelpie was not so judgemental, he only had a problem with men who jogged in shorts. He would snarl and bark and go crazy apeshit mental. I have the same reaction when I hear pretentious names.
Our current Prime Minister is called Kevin, and apart from boning Jules, our first female Prime Minister I don’t think I can vote for a man called Kevin. I think my Kelpie would have barked at Kevin Rudd. But he would have snarled at Tony Abbott’s budgie smugglers too. Bring on our next female Prime Minister, I hope her name isn’t Kylie.
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