Brady Update

Hey guys. I don't know if it's my place to post this, but I just got off the phone and Mary (Collins, Brady's mum) has not only assured me it's okay to relay what she told me, but asked me to pass along the information to friends and fans. Actually, I need someone to repost this on the SOU boards/LJ/ONTD/wherever else, so everyone will know what's up, stop panicking and speculating, etc.

So here's the deal. Brady's still in surgery at the moment. He's got a punctured lung and lacerated liver, both of which need to be operated on to fix. Aside from that, he's got a broken ankle, broken ribs, a concussion, and a bunch of bumps, bruises, cuts and scrapes. We'll know more when he's out of surgery, but it looks like he's going to be in hospital for a few days. He got messed up pretty bad, but he's a tough cookie. He'll be okay.

I'm heading to Boston now. I'll post again later and keep you all updated, as much as I get updated myself, I promise. If you've got my AIM/email, pop a message and I can give you a bit more info, stuff that's more personal that I feel like I should be writing in a public blog.

Keep him in your prayers, kids.

Love,
Aubrey

Home, sweet home. There is no place on Earth that feels as warm and wonderful as home does, and I am sure that'd be the case regardless of the climate. We could be in the dead middle of the Arctic, and I am sure I couldn't be any happier, so long as my Mummy, Daddy Feathersword (don't ask), and endless barrage of brothers and sisters were along. Well, I could do without Abram hanging about, but for the sake of kindness, lets leave that be.

As previously stated, I've crashed Alfie's room. He and his dog Boo are not bad roomates, but they sure aren't as snuggly as Jayda. He also doesn't smell as yummy, he always leaves his dirty socks laying about, and has taken to stealing my scarves when he thinks I am not looking. I'd lodge a formal complaint with the Court of Mum, but I'm sure she'd turn around and make me give back these awesome pants I snagged last night while he was out in the paddocks with August, likely working on some new music. Speaking of my dearest big brother, he's a genuis - for once I was not misquoted, and someday I will make a long list of reasons why I believe August William Laine is actually the second coming of Jesus. Or first, if you're Jewish like my Grandmum and don't believe Jesus came in the first place. How did this turn into a religious blabber? Back to what matters: my family, and how this ridiculous group of relations is so attractive, and mostly all pretty fantastical and uberbrainy too. Mark my words; one of us is going to be Prime Minister one day. I vote Alyse, or Mum - she's used to wrangling a rowdy bunch of brats and laying down the law like nobody's business. And boy, does she look fine in a power suit. Vanessa Laine for PM!

I'm happily settled at home, though it isn't going to last much longer - after the weekend I'm heading to Port Augusta to get back into training, and there I will stay until mid-March, when I relocate to Sydney for the lead up to the national competition. Yup, I am in the flyers and billboards, and seeing my own face on the side of the highway as August and I were driving away from Adelaide was slightly odd - especially since I had no idea I was featured in the campaign. He didn't forget to tease me the entire way home for it, and was sure to share with the rest of the family what he say - wondering if we could buy one of them for the backyard, then send the real me back to LA. It'd be a lot quieter round home that way. He's hilarious, really. Leave the comedy to Asher (who is the next Will Farrell, watch for it).


And now its time for photos. I've had a busy past week, am pretty exhausted, and will quickly summarize in photographic terms. Enjoy.

WEDNESDAY: This is me at the airport around 5am, hanging out in some mad gangster chair while we were waiting to board the airplane for New Jersey....

...and this is the love of my life, doing the same. She is totally checking up on her WOW stats, I swear it. My nerd.

Ryan Neely is ridiculous. He is almost as drunk as me, and I love him for it. Probably a little too much. Oh well.

Babygirl at soundcheck, being her awesome cranky perfectionist self. I love her so hard.

I am so in love with this woman, holy crap on a stick. The show. Perfect.

THURSDAY: This is the face I saw bright and early, rolling off the plane from Newark to Boston. I am the first to admit to being an early riser and all, but I am so not a happy morning person - how is he so Goddamned perky at 9am? It's unnatural - therefore it must have been the sight of me that was making him so giddy ;)

After spending the day wandering around Boston and the evening at a fancy V-Day wedding, my favorite band in the world had a show....

And they let me sing with them. Holy crap.

The rest of my weekend was packing, crying, clinging to Jayda's legs and hanging out on airplanes. I didn't take any more photos until I arrived in the Adelaide airport and was greeted with this beautiful poster and slightly creepy yet still perfect face:

Shortly after that wonderful greeting, I threw a razor at my hero and made him remove that dead animal on his face before driving the three hours straight home to see this adorably perfect little face anxiously awaiting my arrival:

And then Alfie went all scenester photographer... and August went Blood. I hope The Game sees this and recruits him. He's so hot. I'd hit it. The Game I mean, not my amazing genuis brother.

And that is that. Now I'm going to feed Sal (my emu), then will sit back and watch Night at the Roxbury, then The Anchorman with my baby brothers. XOXO!