what the fuck dad.

This tour has been such a great one
With some fantastic crowds and even the odd town we’ve never played before
I’m looking at YOU Mulwala! (what a brilliant place!)

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Even with two shows left (tonight at Wangaratta, tomorrow Mt Evelyn)
This tour will for me, be best remembered as the ‘what the fuck, Dad?’ tour

You guys, I’ve known him my WHOLE LIFE, and  he still manages to make me shake my head in wonder.
I’m always laughing while shaking my head at him, and that’s never a bad thing.

Earlier in the week, we were leaving Mildura, and I realised I didn’t have my phone
I’d had it 5 minutes before, and now it wasn’t anywhere.
I turned the car inside out looking for it.
Nope, not there.
Shit. Fuck. Ugh.
I dropped Dad at a local coffee shop, and set off to retrace my steps.
After going back to the hotel we’d just checked out of, the post office, every shop I’d walked past…
It was two hours later and still no sign of my phone
(Yes, I have ‘find–my-phone’ but it wasn’t working (fu apple) and the ringer was turned off, so trying to call it was pointless – not that I didn’t do it 11 times anyway)
I’d gotten over the pissed off stage, and was now at the ok, when was the last time I backed it up stage
I was also one of those times I was happy to be me, and not a 18 year old supermodel, because if I was, I can guarantee that phone would have been chock-filled with naked selfies. Or at least topless ones.
Yay for being a midget comedian and not the hot chick!
I drove back to the coffee shop to get Dad.
He gets up out of his seat – where he’s been sitting for 2 hours chatting to every single person that walked through the door (his road nickname is ‘have-a-chat’)
He walks over to me, and MY PHONE fell out of his pocket.
He picks it up with a confused look on his face, holds it out to me and says, ‘is this what you’re looking for?’

Dude.

He had NO IDEA he’d picked it up (or so he says)
And I wasn’t even mad, just relieved.
Now I know where to look if my phone ever goes missing again
And Dad knows how to get 2 hours to himself whenever he needs it

Well played, Daddio.

 

There’s so many other little happenings, funny bits and sweet-jesus-tell-me-I’m-adopted moments
From almost sending in a search party when a roadside wee-stop went for a scary long amount of time
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He was so impressed with how clean the toilets were, he went inside the servo and gave the surprised bloke behind the counter a cd. Because nothing says thanks for letting me destroy your dunny like a signed KBW album.
Or when it’s laundry day out here (thankyoubabyjesus for Heiny!) and he disappears with his laundry bag, and returns an hour later with a Gazman bag full of new shirts
Um, that’s not doing laundry Dad.
That’s called cheating shopping.

 

Then there was this morning…when we checked out of our hotel
And Dad wanted to say thank you to the lady at reception for allowing him to check out a little later.
So he took all the complimentary soaps, shower caps and toiletries from his room, and gifted them to her
She was still laughing as we drove away AND shaking her head.

But I think Dad’s random, uncensored ways, are probably best summed up in a conversation that we had in the car today on the way to Wangaratta.
A conversation that I still don’t quite ‘get’
We’d been listening to some country music cds we’d bought a few towns back.
A song came on by a female artist
Me ‘I don’t love this song, but she’s doing really well these days, having lots of success’
Dad ‘She looks funny I don’t like her’
Me ‘What do you mean?’
Dad ‘she looks like one of those girls that if you saw her naked, she’d be covered in black moles’

?!?!??!!

I’ll just leave that right there.

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catch up….hurry!!

The title ‘catch up…hurry’ is really aimed at me
I’ve been busy doing so many things that I’ve gotten exceptionally good at not finishing any of them
My ‘TO-DO’ list has gone from 5 things to what feels like 500 things
It’s fast turning into my ‘fuck-it’ list I can tell ya.

So, where am I?
Well, I finally have my clothes back thankyouverymuch and whatthefuck Qantas!?!


Apparently I’m going for gold in the ‘where-the-fuck-are-my-suitcases’ Olympics
Last week and this upcoming week, I am in Victoria on tour with Dad
We had an awesome first week of sellout showsvictoria2014Mum’s in Chicago with my girls while they’re on school holidays.
She’s loving spending quality time with them, while teaching them by example, that adults don’t have to be grownups and that Nannas never say no.
As you can imagine, they’re all having a shit time.

We’ve bought Heiny out on this tour to take care of the responsible stuff like, getting us to the gigs on time and making sure we have clean clothes.

#ballarat street kids. #trouble #heiny #dad #kevinbloodywilson #ontheroad

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As this is the first tour we’ve done without Mum in forever, we decided to celebrate by getting sick as shit.
It’s been quite week of sore throats, doctors and snot over here.
Bum needles for everyone!!
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We’re all coming good now, and a couple of nights off came at just the right time

Geez #geelong how speccy are you? #viewfromhere #stunning #ontheroad #jennytalia #kevinbloodywilson

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We spent the first day off, traveling from Geelong to Mildura where Dad pranced around town modeling his new jacket from Gazman. (to add to his 24 other jackets from Gazman) And when I say ‘prancing’, I mean, he’s talking to himself in mirrors and complaining that everyone that walks past can’t stop staring at his amazing new jacket.
Because of course they are Dad.

He was so busy checking out his reflection in the shop windows, that he tried to steal a pregnant lady’s car.
In fairness, he thought it was our hire-car.
It was a Mitsubishi, ours is a Nissan
SO similar.
They were both white, so there’s that.
He’s standing there pressing the unlock button on the remote, tugging at the door handle. The pregnant lady waddled over, and was obviously so blinded by Dad’s new clobber, that she totally forgave him trying to break into her car.
Last night at dinner, he got so excited to see another bloke with the same jacket on that he trotted over to compliment him.
Aaaand walked into a mirror.

We had a nice day around town today – after an early morning doctor’s appointment for me. Antibiotics given to me by a doctor for my ear infections.
That she told me I had without looking into my ears.
Yep.

Got a cool pic in this deck chair in the middle of town
It was too high for me to climb into and Dad was too short and I was too heavy to help me.
A very tall (and obviously strong) homeless man, was kind enough to give me a leg up.
And then walked off.
I was up there a while.


It would have been rough without the sushi latté Heiny sent up for me

This week’s shows are all either SOLD OUT or really close to it, so if we’re coming to your town, giddyup – we’d love to see you!

23 June Coomealla
24 June Echuca
25 June Mulwala
26 June Wangaratta
27 June Lilydale

 

Coming up next month…


 

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ANZAC DAY 2015

I’ve been lucky enough to be in Australia for the last three ANZAC days and able to attend a dawn service in whatever city I was at on the day
My Pop marched for years every April 25th and when he couldn’t walk it anymore, one of his kids would push his wheelchair in the parade.

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Pop’s not with us anymore, and ANZAC Day is probably more important to us now that he’s gone.

This year, I’m home in Chicago, and happy to learn that they have a service for ANZAC day here every year.

It’s a rainy, cool day here today and I wondered how many people would show up

Turns out a lot would…

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Brollies in hand, us Aussie and Kiwi expats came out in droves to commemorate those who have fought and died for our countries
It was held at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in the city – a beautiful spot, even on a dark and dreary morning

It was both my girl’s first time attending an ANZAC Day service, and they were keen as mustard for it – particularly as this year marks the 100th anniversary
I had to brush up on my history (hello Google) to answer the eleventy-hundred ANZAC related questions they had
I’ve been attending ANZAC Day dawn services since I was a schoolkid – and it felt pretty great to pass that on down to my own children.

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The Last Post never fails to make me tear up, and this year was no exception
I think hearing it played so well (great job Mark Olen!) only increased the lump in my throat

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The Australian Consulate General & The New Zealand Honorary Consulate did such a good job this year, with both the ceremony and the breakfast afterwards. On such a significant day, they delivered a much appreciated piece of home to so many.

Proud Aussie sheila, right here.

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As a special touch, all the children that attended were gifted with a commemorative coin/medallion – how cool are they?

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My favourite quote of the day came from Magoo:

“I feel important and special that my Groppy (what she called her Great-Grandfather, my Pop) fought for Australia in the Second World War and my Grandpa fought for America in Vietnam. We get to be happy and awesome because of them. We’re very lucky Mum!”

Yes we are.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

LEST WE FORGET.

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