Who should decide whether we have a CHOICE or not?

How much thought do you give to who is running our states and our country? For me to be perfectly honest, on a scale of 1 to 10, I’d probably be about a 3. But today I am sitting at an 11, or actually no make that a 100.

Mia Freedman posted a heartbreaking story on her blog about a woman who needed to have an abortion at 19 weeks due to fetal abnormalities that were detected during a scan. A medical abortion was the bext way to go – I believe this is using a drug like RU486.

This is what The Australian paper had to say:

The diagnosis, coming late in the second trimester of Shay’s pregnancy, meant a surgical termination would create complications for her and husband Brad having other children. Her obstetrician recommended that she have a drug-induced abortion in hospital.

But acting on concerns raised by the Royal Australian and New Zealand College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists that such medical abortions were technically illegal under Queensland criminal law, Brisbane’s North West Private Hospital refused to admit her. Queensland’s largest public hospital, Royal Brisbane and Women’s Hospital, followed suit, having been the first in the state to suspend its medical abortion service last week.

Prominent Brisbane obstetrician Adrienne Freeman has now offered to perform a medical abortion using the drug misoprostol at Shay’s home, or in a hotel. That prospect, however, appals the young woman.

You can read the full story on Mia’s blog by clicking HERE.

So for the first time in a very long time it made me think about who these people are that our running our states and our country. What right does the Queensland government have to decide that a woman can or cannot have an abortion and in the case of this poor woman Shay, decide that she is legally not allowed to have a medical abortion as opposed to a surgical one which could lead to complications and future problems if she tried to conceive again.

A girl’s weekly diary of nothing to wear.

How many time have you muttered those 5 little words: ‘I have nothing to wear’.

Of course like most you I wouldn’t be able to find enough fingers and toes to count how many times I have muttered, moaned, whinged, yelled those words!

So when I said them to myself on Monday morning, I sat down on the bed, stared into the wardrobe and asked myself, ‘What did I wear every day to work last week?’ And you know, I honestly could barley remember. I had managed to dress myself every day last week, but not that morning. Nothing in my wardrobe was right. Everything had to be ironed. Why? Why couldn’t I find ANYTHING to wear?!

So that was Monday morning. Tuesday morning was no more successful with jeans and a top thrown on. Wednesday morning I got changed 3 times because I just wasn’t happy. I still wasn’t happy at 3pm with what I was wearing. Why? I don’t know. Why don’t I know? Because I’m a girl, and sometimes that’s just what we do.

Fair dinkum Aussie??

A while ago now I started thinking about the Australian Citizenship Test. Why? I don’t know, I just did. So finally I have got around to doing some investigating.

First port of call, Google of course, where I found all the information I could possibly need to find out if in fact I too deserved to be in this Country!

You see, one of the reasons I started thinking about the Test, was, as an Aussie girl, born in this fine country of ours, could I pass the test? I nervously wondered, if I actually could?