I’ve stayed away from commenting or blogging about the crisis in Haiti

For a couple of reasons

Biggest reason?

As a mum, it’s breaking my heart

And I don’t know if it makes me a bad person

But I can’t watch the news coverage anymore

You donate what you can

And what else do you do?

I’m not a doctor, or a nurse

I can’t go over there and help in anyway

So, watching the non-stop story unfolding makes me feel helpless

And I don’t want to cry every time I see another child dying, or in pain

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But I’ve been reading about a French politician (click here to read the story)

Who has been mouthing off running around bitching about the US troops and aid workers in Haiti

That the US has just come over to ‘occupy’ the country for it’s own benifit

OK?

Listen, you Froggy Fucktard

Geographically, common sense dictates that the US would be the first to arrive

They have the experience, the manpower, the money

Not to mention the ‘give a shit’ factor to get the job done

How about you take your ignorant arsehole-ish thoughts and ask the Haitian people what THEY think?

The ones whose lives have been saved

Seriously, fuck off back to France

And let the rest of the world do their job

the RED CROSS website

Decorating the tree gets to be more fun every year

‘Cause the girls are getting old enough to really help out now

Which allows me more time to drink wine supervise

I never usually get pics of the decorating, ’cause I’m the one decorating

And Diamond too

He does all the stuff at the top of the tree

Where you need to be on a ladder to reach it

Me and ladders?

We’ve never gotten along

I think I inherited that from my mum

Just ask her about the ball on the roof in Kalgoorlie

Basically, ball on roof + a ladder + my mum

= a trip to the dentist

Anyhoooo

The girls were sooo into it yesterday

We had the Christmas carols cranked up

The kids had hot chocolate

Diamond and I had booze did not

As we were putting each ornament on the tree we were saying which ones were our favourite & why

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Diamond’s choice?

He loves the shit out of this god awful singing Elvis decoration

He’s had it from before we met

He also used to have a butt fucking ugly Elvis wall clock

Which mysteriously disappeared when we moved in together

Tragic

But the Elvis ornament is still around

I reckon it was maybe from an ex-girlfriend who gave great head or something

‘Cause every year when it comes out of storage, he gets this ‘look’ on his face

Anyhoo, it’s his favourite

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Miss 6 loves her Barbie ballerina one

Mrs Claus gave it to her last year

FYI – Mrs Claus knocks on our door every Christmas eve, and leaves a Christmas ornament, book and Christmas PJs for all of us

She’s a pretty cool chick that Mrs Claus

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My fave is the Shrek one she gave me last year

Which has nothing to do with the fact that Miss 4 totally looked like baby Shrek until she was 2

I also like my Aussie ornaments

I have heaps of them

And my best mate Sammy sends us all a new one every year from the middle of fucking nowhere the little town she lives in

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Miss 4 loves her Piglet ornament she’s had since she was a baby

It nearly got beaten out by this little shiny rocking horse this year

Until she realised it wasn’t made of chocolate

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that chocolate decorations are banned in our house

Ever since the Christmas of ’02

When I had a raging case of PMS was feeling ‘peckish’

And started nibbling on the chocolate ornaments on the tree

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And kept on eating until I nearly choked on the angel

Moderation has never been my friend

We get to meet some amazing people out here on the road

Everyday, there’s at least one person who stays with you

In your thoughts, I mean

Over the years, we have met some incredible people with some equally incredible stories

I wanted to tell you about a kid Dad met years ago

I remember Dad coming home from one of his first tours in the 80′s

He told me all about a 10 year old kid he met.

He’d received a letter from this boy’s family, asking if Dad could maybe meet with him when he was doing a show in their town

His name was Tom

Tom was a huge fan

Tom had Cystic Fibrosis

His prognosis was, in Dad’s words, devastating

Tom was living in a remote outback town in Australia called Coober Pedy. It’s in South Australia, and is often referred to as the opal capital of the world

So the day that Dad met Tom was a great one

They hung out together

Dad took him in their plane for a ride

Took him to the soundcheck and let him check out how all the equipment works at the shows

Tom loved it

I know Dad was blown away by this little kid

Such a personality, with an amazing attitude to life and his illness

Long after Dad said goodbye to Tom, he was deeply affected by his story

Sometimes life is just bullshit isn’t it?

There was nothing fair about what was happening to Tom

Dad never heard anything from, or about Tom after that

But he never forgot

Some 15 years later, a guy cam up to Dad at a show in Sydney

Do you remember years ago when you met a sick kid in Coober Pedy?

Dad told him he did

Well, do you remember signing your Los Angeles Angels baseball cap for him?

Dad said, yeah, of course he remembered

Well I still have that hat

It was Tom

And didn’t that just bring us all undone?

So here’s Tom, who was never expected to make it, all these years later

With his beautiful fiance Kylie

Tom is getting married next year

Who says there are no happy endings?