Stop ALL entitlements, payments, allowances, including travel allowances for politicians who are no longer currently serving the Australian public. The only way to change things is to make it happen for ourselves, this is something the politicians will NOT make happen, we have to insist on this happening.
We're all still cray-cray about Tay-Tay here at the Lady Cilento Children's Hospital following her secret visit with our patients yesterday. Check out this awesome video of Preston and his family belting out Shake It Off with Taylor. You rock, Preston - and thank you for sharing your private concert with us! Taylor Swift
This 6 year old autistic boy reads stories to nervous shelter dogs. And the results are extraordinary…
For years, Jacob’s autism has made social interactions nearly impossible. He’s battled with simple communication and even had a fear of loud noises. But that was until he met a group that face exactly the same issues; shelter dogs. And it’s been a match made in heaven ever since...
Jacob now sits with anxious dogs at the shelter and reads stories to them for hours at a time. Not only have his communication skills improved but thanks to the well known calming effect of animals on autism sufferers, he’s also learnt to be less sensitive to unpredictable sounds; even in the outside world. But the upsides aren’t just for Jacob. The close contact and the calm tone of his voice have eased the dog’s fears of being around people. The dogs are even learning to trust again after being subject to abuse before arriving at the animal shelter; a crucial step if they are going to find their own family.
So thanks to this boy and his stories, these homeless dogs might just find the happy ending they’ve all been hoping for…
"So yesterday Debbie Potter and I had a huge scare. She handed me her ring so she could put sun screen lotion on. I put it in her back pocket of her shorts and thought she heard me say I did. We went through our day at the beach and as we were leaving she asked me for her ring. I told her I put it in her shorts. It wasn't there. We took turns looking on the beach and couldn't find it. I took to Facebook groups as a Hail Mary. I posted on 10 different Long Island Facebook pages. There were so many people sharing our post, commenting and showing their compassion. A few people reached out to me with a metal detector. One guy, Mike Jandris commented that he was getting in his car and and would be there in 35 min. This blew my mind, this guy who has never met me or my wife is willing to help us find her ring, let alone drive out of his way to help. I met him down there and with in 5 min of us looking at the spot, he found it. He truly is a hero to me and my wife. I told him to please add me on Facebook because only a true friend would drive out of their way to help someone find a ring! Thank you again Mike!" (Credit: Facebook/Brandon Potter) #9Today
Today I signed the below petition. I believe non serving politicians should not continue to be paid taxpayer funds. Ex Prime Minister Kevin Rudd occupies a suite with staff in one of the most expensive buildings in Brisbane paid for by taxpayers. The gouging has to stop and politicians should show leadership by bringing this 'trough-like' culture to an end. Please sign and share also.
It's OFFICIAL, Carey Hart confirms 2017 TOUR! Listen here: https://soundcloud.com/ellistronics/carey-hart (at around 40:20 minute mark Carey talks about P!nk being the largest act to tour Australia, being the underdog & that P!nk is working on her TOUR for NEXT YEAR)!!!!
I saw this comment on my #BrockTurner article at Daily Life and it actually made my entire brain explode. So obvious, and so insightful.
[Image: comment from reader Louisa Curry stating, "I don't claim this to be fact but I see a pattern emerging in rape culture that suggests that women have a past, while men have a potential. When women are violated, we're asked, "what did you do to deserve this?" and often our past is looked at for clues. When men violate women, they're asked, "what do you have to lose?" and their future is looked at for clues."]
Never have me and my sister's differences been more apparent than today!
It boils down to this. Connie is an establishment type. She likes rules, leans away from bad language, etc. Whereas I'm more the "Don't cry because it's over, smile because f*ck you" type of person. We've always been very different. Example? Con - married, two kids, feels fulfilled. Me - never married, no kids and a litany of lingering regrets. You get the picture!
Completely by accident, our two pet projects for the year are finally ready, at exactly the same time (eek). Bugger staggering it, I say we go head to head!
Connie's colouring book is a bit 'whatever' for mine. It leaves me a little spewy, if I'm honest. Whereas my Little Box of F*cks (LBoF) is obviously the total bomb. I mean, I like colouring, but against my truly unique offering? No contest, really.
Anyway, you'll be the judge, as always. Her mindfulness versus my mania, again! One thing Connie's little book won't do is make you laugh over and over again. Just saying.
With love and total respect for the mindfulness movement, and in recognition of the beauty of filth,
Your resident Village filthmonger,
Sam x PS That’s my pitch. Your turn Con! (good luck selling beige) PPS We don't reccommend these at a work Kris Kringle unless you're happy to receive a call from HR!
There is a war between Billie-Violet and Arlo in my back yard.
Snow just spewed- I'm crossing my fingers and toes and apologising to God for not preying in 25 years- until now, "please don't let it be gastro."
Bill is in his office (our bedroom with his computer in it) "pretending" to work.
Billie-Violet comes in and cries to me, the cat scratched her- no shit- it's been in your arms against its will for 1.5 hours.
Rumi is having nappy free time, he just pissed in his granddads shoe.
I check on Bill to see if maybe he could help, now he is pretending to sleep due to a sore back that he's pretending to have, unfortunately for Bill I heard his IPhone switch off before I entered the room. #notsleeping
Arlo, "mum I'm hungry." Me "dinners nearly ready" Arlo "I'm not hungry for dinner!! I want a biscuit!!!" He collapses in depression.
Billie-Violet comes inside to tell me why her life isn't fair and why Arlo's life is so much better hen hers.
I start dinner. I'm starving.
Bills friend knocks on the door, I let him in. Bills imaginary back miraculously heals and he jumps up to grab his mate a beer.
I run the bath, put the twins in, look at my surroundings and consider this to be a good a time to clean the bathroom- that urge passes with great speed and I continue to look at my filthy bathroom.
Bill has taken over dinner, he has developed a limp for dramatic effect and some strange noises to insinuate that the sore back is getting worse.
Twins are over tired and screaming.
6pm Arlo falls asleep on the couch, really bad timing- if I wake him up he'll be a monster, if I put him to bed he will wake up in an hour and stay up until midnight. I put him in bed, prey again that he sleeps through.
I do Billie-Violets reading with her.
I dress the twins, make them a bottle and put them to bed. All is forgotten when they sleep.
I serve up dinner and sit down to eat my own.
Before I can even start Arlo wakes up and screams for me from his bed. His mood is fowl and he's not going back to sleep.
Bill eats and takes his pretend sore back to bed, I follow him in there and inform him that his sore back has been nominated for an Oscar.. Bill "fuck off" me "you fuck off" Bill winks at me as I storm out of the room. I let myself down by laughing.
8pm I make he kids lunches for tomorrow, healthy ones that I know won't get touched but at least I will fool the teachers that I run a healthy house hold.
I run myself a bath, sit in it and relax.
Both kids come in and strip.
I got out.
9pm I let the kids jump into my bed because I just can't be fucked arguing with them about going into theirs.
All is forgotten when they sleep..
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I pass the dirty bathroom..