Thank God................$

Oh thank the Lord, our family tax supplement has been passed. We can service the car, get gas infact. Very practical with these petrol prices. Mattresses for the offspring. Ho hum pun. You have no idea what anxiety this takes away. We are so broke my kds can't study Spanish at school because it costs $100 a pop and those pops just aren't to be had. Mind I am patient but it gets sad when the kids wait for things like a school tie because there wasn't enough money to get one. Crickey. Hey I don't mind a dearth here and there but bailing out excruciatingly wealthy people who refuse to drop their standard of living which is blatantly excessive if not obscene then moan about poorer types getting bailed out of costs involved with educating four children. You have to wonder what these guys hearts are made of. Thank you MR Rudd for being a decent chap and that's not just because I will get a buck. Howard dished a little out, directly before the polls I might add and it did nothing to improve my feeling towards his values in life.

Dear old Howard, whose dad made a quid cheating the system, as all good business men do, has the gaul to tell us we are a bunch of parasitical losers because he is presently experiencing privilege. What an ignorant shallow puffed up turd. His main goal, seemed to be to hang with what he imagined , were important people. How very embarrassing for him and us given he was our ..........oh God, our leader. Someone put an end to it and I thank them all from the bottom of my heart. He wasn't much chop to look at either. Mind these things count for a girl like me. This Rudd chap on the other hand. His eyes look like they have little thoughts flickering behind them. Howard's were so small and squinty any potential thoughts got squeezed out and all that remained were the seed of malcontent that he happily thrust upon the soil we call home. May he reside in Texas, forever more with his true love, Heavens, maybe he dropped him for not being important anymore, likely. And if you think I am mean......go to a local school or hospital and see what the bastard has done to our country.

Ahhh but I hear the rain fall and the first bird calls of the morn. My first born' anniversary of birth in this body. SHe has to work but in this day and age, that is gift enough. I have no money with which to buy her some special momento. I tried making a basket with palm stringy things. I failed, harder than you think. I guess I could paint her a picture. Why thank you oh glary screen. I may be saved yet from child neglect. These things count in the urban world. It is all about creating the experience. Making it just right so that on our death beds we think pleasant salutary thoughts on our departure. I like my cute view of the ease with which I and possibly you , will pass this life. So collect those Kodak moments and make sure you're happy with them. Do your time and leaving may, will, be a dream. Getting random and rambling. Maybe some more time laying in stupor but aspiring for more may help me here.

I once listened to a man describe sound, the conglomerate of our surrounding sounds, as being like a song with a message. I shall lay and listen. Actually it would probably be more immediate fun to have bowel movement but failing that I will aspire for more.

There are these bugs outside that sound great. Have the begginng of natures orchestra and then, some how, due to the fact that I live in town, I have to incorporate the sound of the vehicles driving by and hope it's sound is pleasing to the heart. Wow, a whole tree of birds just woke up. It's like natures parliament in full fracas mode.

I wish I could tell you something wonderful.