Mt Oxide mine, abandoned since 1971. One of Queensland's 15,300 abandoned mines, 317 of these are classified as giant. After major rain fall events, local creeks can run turquoise for up to 7 km due to acid and heavy metal pollution. #minerehab
Big mining companies have made millions out of this country, it’s time they put some back: http://www.lockthegate.org.au/minerehab
How's this for an Aussie Xmas tree? Mad Bogan and his mates from Beechboro spent 14-months putting this beauty together, all to raise money for charity. The festive masterpiece stands at 4.4-metres and is made up of 2,536 VB cans... that's a lot of coldies.
Around the campfire please Villagers? My sister is no longer stable and the breast cancer is attacking her liver now. I don’t want to alarm anyone, but action in the liver can lead to a quick deterioration. Whilst Con still has plenty of healthy liver tissue, it has brought everything sharply into focus for me. She’s been stable for so long and I stupidly started to take her good health for granted. I feel like a complete idiot. So here’s what I’m thinking...
When our donations slowed to almost nothing last year (while I was off playing Molly and whatnot) I implored Connie to help me raise enough money to help get Love Your Sister back on track. I had never hassled her to help me with the actual fundraising component before, but I begged her to pick a number and shoot for it (I remember saying “Pick any number. Just make it higher than $100,000.”)
She came back to me the next day. She decided she wanted to BREAK HER OWN WORLD RECORD! One to match mine. Man, have I got an epic sister. She had caught wind of the 5 cent coin being phased out and decided that she wanted to break the record for longest line of coins. That’s right! The current record stands at 75.4kms and is held by a town in Austria.
So we have teamed up with our good friends at Questacon, Royal Australian Mint and The National Institute of Measurement (no shit!) and we’re going to break the record in Connie’s home city of Canberra, so she can be there. This was planned for next year some time, but since the stupid cancer decided to hold a riot in Connie’s liver I feel compelled to fast-track it to right now. If she starts seeing it and feeling it now, then it’ll lift her spirits, which have taken a beating.
So I’ve set up an impromptu link. We need 4 million five cent coins. The treasurer estimates that there’s $37 of coins in each household in Australia and I’m asking you for them, straight up. The mint will convert your doughies into 5 cent coins for us (12 x 44 gallon drums full) but we need to raise $195,775.05. When I met with the gang at The Mint they mentioned that they’d been keen to break the record for some time but hadn’t found a group capable of it. If anyone can, it’s us, right? If we can show The Mint that we’re for real, I’d almost be bold enough to ask for a limited edition Love Your Sister coin. The odds of this actually happening are very slim, as they do very few limited edition runs, but I refuse let go of my dream of gifting Connie with the ultimate keepsake, not just for breaking the world record, but for all the hard work she’s done since she got sick.
That’s the dream. It was going to happen next year but I’m making it now. Here’s a link we’re you can chuck in as many metres as you can (1 metre = $2.90). The Mint will change them into five centers for us. Get your metres here: www.loveyoursister.ecwid.com
Twins up at 6am, I get their bottles and get them out of cots. They both wee'd through their nappies, I changed their bed sheets, I change their nappies, then they BOTH decided to take a shit in their clean nappies, so I changed them again, Snows poo rolled onto the floor And for some sleep deprived reason I just bent down and picked it up with my fingers, I washed my hands 4 times, still stank of shit.
Arlo woke up, grunted at me, sat on the couch and screamed for TV, I said no, he screamed louder, I said yes.
Billiy-Violet wakes up, pretending to have a tummy ache, refusing to brush out her dread locks, feeling generally sorry for her own existence. Her and Arlo find some invalid excuse to cry while eating their cereal, they both think this earns them a day off. It doesn't. I feed twins. We can't find a hair lacky. I force the kids to brush their teeth and direct them into the car. For no apparent reason at all twins scream I wrestle them into their car seats. I pull up to chemist, it's closed, go to another one, forgot my bank card, find change in car, buy hair ties. Get to school. Late.
Billie-Violet walked herself to class, shot me a dagger with tears streaming down her face, I felt like shit. I put the twins into the pram and walked Arlo to kindy, he broke down, kicking and screaming, the teacher grabbed him off me and told me to just go, it's best. I walked away to the sound of my little warrior screaming "I want you mummy, please mummy" through his tears. I cried too.
The twins screamed when they realised they were getting back in their car seats, bend backs and kicks. I shoved them into their seats with more force then I'm proud of, I can feel the judgements, I can hear the "she's not coping" thoughts beaming out of the other mums heads, I sped off, fuck the supermarket ambition out the window, straight home.
Get twins home, made them a bottle and put them back to bed for a nap. 30 minutes to myself. I sat out the front in the sun looking at the ingrown hairs on my legs, a bee flew up my skirt, I'm scared of bees, I yanked my skirt off in a movement that looked like an odd interpretive dance and remembered I wasn't wearing undies, couldn't find clean ones. So my neighbours pretty much saw my hairy bush and white bum as I turned around and ran inside, now I kind of know why they didn't accept my friend requests. I found some clean undies, put them on, get my period in them.
Twins woke up, both being kind of cute. Rumi steals my phone,somehow turns my iTunes on, Oasis comes on, Snow starts dancing to Wonderwall. I lie on the floor and sing/tickle/blow raspberries with them. Phone rings, a queen from school, wondering if I was ok after Arlo's nervous breakdown, told me Im amazing. Thanks queen. I found another pair of clean undies, adjusted the crown and got the fuck on with it 💪🏼
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Its 3.30am and I've now been up for two hours trying to get my teething ten month old back to sleep, or at least to stop her from screaming. As I stand there, period pain crippling me, a mouth ulcer the size of mars on my inner bottom lip and the biggest dark circles under my eyes you've ever seen, I weigh up whether or not to change Bellas pajamas that she so graciously just shit on (I don't change it, just wipe it clean with those magical baby wipes that we use for EVERYTHING). This is hard I manage to mumble. I pick her up and try and calm us both down but not much is working. It's now 4.30am and I'm sitting on the lounge with tears rolling down my face exhausted and over it. The baby is finally asleep on my chest and I have finally stopped crying. As I slowly get up trying not to wake her, and place her cautiously in her cot, I look at her and think "my god I need a break from you kid". I love you so much, but I really just need a day or a night to myself without the constant need of me from you. Am I allowed to think that? Am I a bad mum for thinking that? "Is It Okay?"
It's not very often that Sam and I get to go on a date or have some time to ourselves, and sometimes that sux. It is in no means something that is NOT our fault because it was our decision to move 800kms away from all forms of babysitters. However, it does mean that it's ten times harder to get a break and there is not one single mum or dad out there that doesn't deserve a time out every now and again. I find myself missing things like being able to go out for a drink with a friend or Sam, or even just duck to the shops to have a squiz at kmart without having to pack a whole lunchbox for bub. I guess what I really miss is just having to worry about myself for a little bit, to stop my mind from stressing about whether or not her poo consistency is normal or if that cough is an early sign of a cold. I just want a break from mum duties for an hour or so... "Is It Okay?"
Let's talk about our mental state. Seriously, some days I feel like I am the loneliest person in the world and have failed at all aspects of parenting. Other days I feel like the luckiest person in the world and don't need anyone other than my daughter and partner and feel like I've totally smashed my role as a mum. There are so many different days and it is so important to look after yourself and how you are feeling. Dealing with a screaming fucking baby all night and day over a consecutive week is not ideal for the mental health. Let's face it, we need a break from it even if it is just a half an hour shower to wash our knotted hair that's been itchy as anything for the last week. I'm lucky because even though I am physically far away from close friends and family, they are a fantastic support system via the phone. I know I can have a cry or a whinge to them over the phone and feel a lot better, knowing that at least I can talk about my feelings. We are also super lucky because we have family that will and have gone above and beyond and have flown up for a night or so to give us some time off. I don't think they realise how much it means to us and just how much it has actually helped Sam and my relationship, to have two hours together and eat without having a gremlin reach for our yummy food. But, in all seriousness having a break is vital to maintaining a healthy state of mind, after all working at any other job what do we think sick days are for?
Now in no means do I want to take the spotlight completely away from the employed partner (mum or dad) in this relationship because mine does ONE HELL OF A JOB both at home and at work to provide for our family- both with love and money. However, I do want to put the stay at home parent in the spotlight for a little bit. Staying at home is not a luxurious job. I repeat IT IS NOT A LUXURIOUS JOB. Note-don't ask me what I do all day, because most days I don't remember- they all roll into one big constant regime of changing poo, feeding, washing, maybe eating for myself... I don't know, I can't remember. It is a full time job, and by full time I mean non-stop, no set hours, no specific eating times and definitely no peaceful toilet breaks. Some days I am forced to make the dreaded decision whether or not to quickly try and eat a meal or catch up on some sleep that was stolen from me through the night by the gremlin child. Whoopsy daisies, I won't be doing either one because we have swimming lessons tomorrow and we have no clean beach towels, so off I go to tackle the mountains of washing (both clean and dirty) that is taking over my entire house. I know that one day soon I'll be heading back to work, which will leave us no choice but to put our daughter into daycare one-two days a week because we aren't fortunate enough to have a grandparent close enough to take her (those of you who do- go and kiss those beautiful humans, they are amazing creatures). It gets me thinking though, am I going back to have a break from her, a break from mum duties, or to even just be surrounded by adult conversations? And that's when my guilt sets in. It makes me cranky though because we all deserve a break regardless of what our role is in the childs life. "Is It Okay?"
Let me just re-iterate the FACT that this does not mean that I am unhappy or am having a hard time enjoying my role as a mother because I love being a mum and would NOT change it for anything. I am merely just stating that some days not only do I WANT a break, I NEED one too, and I can assure you any mum or dad will agree with me. It is vital to keep in touch with who you are outside of mum and dad world, including remembering you are in a relationship with that other person who is wiping some of the pooey bums too! Don't forget them, and don't forget what you had before bub.
So in answer to the question- Is It Okay? ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY. Because the only question that should be in focus is, Are YOU Okay?
For those budding Pokemon Trainers out there using Pokemon Go - whilst the Darwin Police Station may feature as a Pokestop, please be advised that you don't actually have to step inside in order to gain the pokeballs.
It's also a good idea to look up, away from your phone and both ways before crossing the street. That Sandshrew isn't going anywhere fast.