A little political activism for your Sunday night

Mental Health Services Slashed

As if some weird celestial parallel happened, the other day I blogged about being in the twenty percent. I’m the one in five Australians with a mental illness. Take a second to think about that. One in five. If you have more than five people I’m your family, at your work, in your street, on your bus (I’m sure you see where I’m going here). Then statistically, one of those will have a medically diagnosed mental illness.

Not everyone of those twenty percent will need to see a psychologist, but for those of us who do, the treatment is often life changing and life saving. Currently under Australia’s universal (Oh L O L) healthcare system, Medicare, we’re entitled to 16 psych sessions in a calendar year. This is going to be slashed to just ten as of January 1, 2013.

Can you imagine saying to cancer patient, that they can no longer have chemo because their ten doses ran out?

Psych services are just as important for the health and well being of our nation, as any other ‘life saving’ treatment or service.

Keep that in mind next time you’re at the ballot box.


My Top 5 Crappiest Gifts

So thanks to Kirsty and RoboMum I’m joining in on another blog ‘challenge’.

I’ll preface this with the following: I’m certainly not an ungrateful sod, this is all for comedic purposes only, even though I have to admit at the time I was pretty pissed off!

1: The Glass Fruit Bowl

Secret Santa at work, it never ends well. So I don’t play anymore. This one year, I was 19 years old. $10 limit. I was the recipient of a ‘Reject Shop’ glass fruit bowl with the price tag still attached. $2.50. Thanks very much.

2: The DVD

My 21st, I was given the truly awful Farrelly Brothers movie, Stuck on You DVD. At the time, Pizza Hut was running a promotion that if you ordered pizza for delivery with coke and garlic bread, they gave you a DVD. I’ll let you fill in the gaps.

3: Wine and chocolate

Two bottles of cheap ‘bubbly’ and a block of chocolate. I was four months pregnant. Everyone knew I was pregnant.

4: Shitty ‘Literature’

The Barney Stinson guide for picking up chicks. Yeah. Umm. I don’t even know where to start explaining that one.

5: Wedding Presents

Mortar and pestle. When I got married, we had a gift registry and friends of ours that had been married previously suggested that we add small things too in case anyone wanted to spend say $100 but only spent $85. So we added some small things like salad servers and a $14.95 ceramic mortar and pestle. From an aunty and uncle, they bought us the mortar and pestle as their gift. Two couples who came to our wedding didn’t even give us a gift! One gave us a cheque that bounced, so I got a fee from my bank!

So there you go. Have you been the recipient of a not very well thought out or crappy gift?

Dear Santa

I was tagged by RoboMum in a blogging Dear Santa, Christmas wish list.

Gosh, where can I begin? It seems like such an easy task, but it’s actually not.

Dear Santa,

It’s been an awfully long time since I wrote to you. It was probably 1989 or 1990. I had cottoned on by about that time. Christmas has never been the same since. Now that I’m a mum, I’m hoping to bring the joy and magic of Christmas to my little girl. So here goes my wish list:

1- Happiness and peace for my family. We are each fighting our little battles and issues.

2- I’d like to be better. I’m getting stronger and stronger every day.

3- I’d like hairdressers to not be so expensive.

4- I’d like to be able to wear high heel shoes for longer than ten minutes.

5- For Tim Tams to not be fattening.

Hmm, I think that shall do for now.