I'm lucky I have a big family. If I didn't, I wouldn't have anyone I can trust.

My brother is home. His shows are sold out, but if you haven't gotten tickets I promise you standing outside the venues to catch the sounds that seep through the walls will be worth it. He hasn't shown me everything - I hate surprises and he makes me wait for them regardless - but 22 and a half years has taught me that August Laine is a magical creature. 22 and a half years has taught me that he always saves the best for last, and I am going to be blown away by what he is keeping under wraps. You're all going to be amazed.

Adelaide and Sydney, you should count yourselves lucky.

There is a lot happening in the near future. My holiday season has fallen in line with that of the world at large, and I will be work work working until but a few days before Christmas. Los Angeles is coming next week, errands need to be run and Thanksgiving is doing nothing but getting in the way - I've never really celebrated, it's another one of those North America exclusive holidays I usually forget about until I head to the shops for cigarettes and shoes and realize everything is closed. I'll remember this year, and the day off will be appreciated. It will be one of a very few. Interviews, travelling, appearances, premieres - I've never been a part of something as big as `Mamma Mia` is projected to be, and I've never had a role so integral to the plot. A lead, if you will. I am important to this mess of publicity, and I plan to do the best I can. It's the least I can do - this movie may have been the only thing keeping me in business.

Someday I will do like Alfie's myspace, and answer a bunch of questions on here. Today isn't that day, but feel free to send them over.

It's not perfect, but I wouldn't trade my life for anyone elses.

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And although it's a week late (on here, I DID call on time), happy birthday to my wonderful, perfect, beautiful, majestic, perfect, superiffic Mummy. No one will believe you're as young as you are, but you still say you're too old... silly lady. I won't give a number. You're amazing and I love you to squishy bits, more than you'll ever know. I miss you - see you in a few days. Tomorrow, I suppose, if we're being technical.

xoxo
Aubrey

Aunty Bunny, round 4!

Claire Violet Cahill, welcome to this crazy world and even crazier fambily!

We love you to squishy tiny pieces already, and are glad you look like your Mummy! And rest assured - your big sister Shelby will get over you being cute and tiny and stealing all her attention and love you better than anyone. I yelled that my favourite was ugly too!

Love,

Aunty Bunny

There goes my hero, watch him as he goes.

This isn’t a typical birthday post. It is your birthday, yes, but I think I’d write this even if it weren’t even older, and in turn, even more hobo-ey. Hoboish? Hoboesque? Whatever.

Unlike posts of old, I’m aiming to keep this short and sweet. (Oh. I failed.) I’m not here to share endless memories from our childhoods or explain your genius to the nonbelievers, but to just thank you for being you. To thank you for always being there. To thank you for looking out for me and loving me like only a big brother could; better than anyone else in the world. I haven’t had the easiest go of it lately, and without batting an eye you’ve put your own things on hold to come along and make sure I’m okay. And I am okay, but only because you have been here, keeping me tied together. Thank you for keeping me in once piece, and keeping me focused on what I need to do. And for your weird obsession with wasabi, the way you sing 80s hair metal at me when you’ve had a bottle and a half of wine, and that stupid beard of yours.

Now I just have to make sure you're okay. You will be, you know. We always come out on top, don't we? No matter how many bottles, hearts or faces get broken in the process. I have faith in you - just try and have a little yourself. You're too perfect to be this sad for any longer.

Happy Birthday, August. I’m sorry we’re spending much of it on a plane, but it’s longer that way – it’ll only be noon when we hit LA, despite it feeling like 9 at night. Lots of extra times- lots of sushis! And we’ll be home soon, and everyone all be there - I’ll take you to celebrate properly, in Adelaide, to that seafood place you (we) love. I hope 26 brings you all the happiness you can stand, and all the goodness in the world. You deserve nothing less.

I love you, you crazy old man.

xoxo, forever and a half,
Your Rooroo

you're only sixteen.... only sixteen! you poor little thiiiiiiiing.

Today is a special day. Today marks the 16th anniversary of stealing and pretending this dirty little blond outback kidnapped gypsy spawn child is actually ours. And after 16 years, maybe we will finally give it up and accept you as one of us. Or you know, we won't.

Either way, I might just love you. A little bit. Maybe. I'll think about it.

Happy Birthday, Abramalamadingdong.

Anyone who stumbles across this needs to go here and wish my darling little brother a happy 19th birthday. Buggy is growing up so fast!