I just accidentally gave myself a hard slap to the forehead after reading a quote from NSW Premier Michael Baird. Baird has just come out and said that his Liberal Government will be giving job priority to refugees instead of Australian citizens.
He will be creating at least 100 public sector jobs for refugees over the next 12 months.
What has this country come to!
One step forward, two steps back!
We cannot have our voices ignored at this election. The major parties are relinquishing our way of life!
We must put the major parties last on the ballot paper at this election.
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You've got to be kidding! Malcolm Turnbull wants to give $1 billion of our hard earned taxes to foreign billionaire Guatam Adani so he can trash our water resources with the Carmichael coal mine. Join us to say #noadanihandouts
The World's Most Liveable City 6 years in a row... This got me thinking, "What makes Melbourne so amazing?" Is it the coffee and the food? Is it the amazing street art and arts culture in general? Is it the way that we love our sport?
Then it dawned on me... It's the Humans. Yep. It's smiling at a stranger in the street. It's the barista that knows you want an extra hot flat white without having to say a word. It's wearing your teams colours with pride, no matter the code you follow. It's knowing what the first Tuesday in November signifies. It's looking after those who have fallen on hard times...
The Humans in Melbourne, that's what makes this city the best.
On this day 2 years ago my little twinnies were born.
Trying to fall in love with 2 people in one day is overwhelmingly hard, beautiful and terrifying all at once.
I went from being Mrs capable, working mum to Mrs 'why the fuck did I just put my thongs in the oven and the chicken in my wardrobe?'
And it's still hard, I'm still worn down by them. I imagine it won't get much easier for at least 2 more years.. But I did fall in love with them.
So much so that my chest is now doing that achy heart break that chests do when our babes are too far away, my tummies getting that tug that your tummy gets when your kids too far behind you at the shops.
This is our 4th night apart. Bills bringing them here on Friday so we are having a belated birthday celebration (let's be honest they'll never know)
Happy Birthday Snow, my little gentle, loving, caring, lazy bones snuggler.
Happy Birthday Rumi, my little soldier, crazy little trouble maker, my charming little Gypsy man.
"Today in one of our classes I introduced the children to two apples (the children didn't know this, but before the class I had repeatedly dropped one of the apples on the floor, you couldn't tell, both apples looked perfect). We talked about the apples and the children described how both apples looked the same; both were red, were of similar size and looked juicy enough to eat.
I picked up the apple I'd dropped on the floor and started to tell the children how I disliked this apple, that I thought it was disgusting, it was a horrible colour and the stem was just too short. I told them that because I didn't like it, I didn't want them to like it either, so they should call it names too.
Some children looked at me like I was insane, but we passed the apple around the circle calling it names, 'you're a smelly apple', 'I don't even know why you exist', 'you've probably got worms inside you' etc.
We really pulled this poor apple apart. I actually started to feel sorry for the little guy.
We then passed another apple around and started to say kind words to it, 'You're a lovely apple', 'Your skin is beautiful', 'What a beautiful colour you are' etc.
I then held up both apples, and again, we talked about the similarities and differences, there was no change, both apples still looked the same.
I then cut the apples open. The apple we'd been kind to was clear, fresh and juicy inside.
The apple we'd said unkind words to was bruised and all mushy inside.
I think there was a lightbulb moment for the children immediately. They really got it, what we saw inside that apple, the bruises, the mush and the broken bits is what is happening inside every one of us when someone mistreats us with their words or actions. When people are bullied, especially children, they feel horrible inside and sometimes don't show or tell others how they are feeling. If we hadn't have cut that apple open, we would never have known how much pain we had caused it.
I shared my own experience of suffering someone's unkind words last week. On the outside I looked OK, I was still smiling. But, on the inside someone had caused me a lot of pain with their words and I was hurting.
Unlike an apple, we have the ability to stop this from happening. We can teach children that it's not ok to say unkind things to each other and discuss how it makes others feel. We can teach our children to stand up for each other and to stop any form of bullying, just as one little girl did today when she refused to say unkind words to the apple.
More and more hurt and damage happens inside if nobody does anything to stop the bullying. Let's create a generation of kind, caring children.
The tongue has no bones, but is strong enough to break a heart. So be careful with your words."
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So I just wanted to thank you for the beyond lovely outpouring of support and well-wishes since I came down with a 'mysterious illness' last week and was unable to finish the final Bachie Recap.
I wasn't quite sure how to admit this, which is why it's taken me a week. But then I figured, how strange that I keep thinking of the word 'admit' when it comes to an illness. That's bullshit. I don't want to be ashamed, and I'm trying hard not to be. So here we go:
I was hospitalised last week for mental health reasons. I haven't really handled things well since my best friend Antonio died unexpectedly two months ago, and things got on top of me before I realised what was happening. My PTSD was triggered by his death, and I ignored the symptoms because I so badly wanted to not be 'sick' again. To not be 'that person', I guess.
But, I was. I am. I am that person. With mental illness, problems can reappear just like with any physical illness, at any time, whether you want them to or not. And mine did.
I'm lucky that I have people around me who stepped in to help when I finally asked for it. I'm also lucky that I'm in a position to take a bit of time off, so I can deal with my mental health properly and give it the care it demands. Because it does demand care.
Mental health cannot be ignored, or it will fester and grow worse like any other illness. I have been reminded of that this past week. I thought I could push through the last couple of months if I just knuckled down and willed myself out of it. I mean, my life is so great! I'm living my dreams! I have the career I've always dreamed of! How dare I not be okay when everything is so amazing?
I can't even tell you how much that makes me eyeroll at myself now.
Anyone with a mental illness knows that you can't just will it away. That it can sneak up on you regardless of where you are in life. I have learned, after dealing with my mental illness for many years now, that I need to respect it and give it the care it needs. That's just a reality for me. These last couple of months, I wasn't respecting my mental health, and last week I ended up having what could politely be called a nervous breakdown.
So. I am respecting my mental health now. I am taking the time to care for myself and to treat my mental illness. I am out of hospital, on the mend and spending time with my family in Sydney. I'm also taking time off work until my live show tour (which will now include a story about being in the ER while a dude gets a very graphic poo-spraying enema in the bed next to me - buy tickets here! http://www.frontiercomedy.com/rosiewaterland).
Thank you for being so lovely, and I'm so sorry I didn't manage to do the final Bachie Recap. Although just quietly, Channel Ten are brilliant editors who spectacularly trolled us all by framing the entire season to look like the outcome was obvious. Alex was totally the winner from the start, and to make that a shock for the entire nation took some solid producing skills. Well played, Queen Sully. Well played. (Two hilarious and talented ladies are taking over recapping for The Bachelorette, so y'all should defs read those on Mamamia after each ep.)
Okay so... I'm gonna check out of social media for a little bit. I may pop back in occasionally to sell tickets to my show, because I'm constantly panicked that nobody will turn up. It's in late Oct/early Nov. In the meantime, I'll be watching Transformers with my nephew and pretending to enjoy it.