Most NSW kids are back to school today and may or may not have opted in or out of “Special Religious Education” aka “Scripture” this term. You probably know where I stand on that, keep it out of the schools and stop splitting kids up based on their family’s religion or lack thereof!
To win? Just comment here that you want one and let me know if you did scripture at school or if your kids do it. I’m all for debate around the subject. Then indicate your entry in the Gleam widget. I have one spare and am happy to post anywhere in the world. You can get an extra entry in a few ways. Spread the love xxx Closes on Sunday, 10am, in time for Sunday School.
So, there is a time. A time where I type under the cover of darkness, a time where I hide away.
There is another time.
One where I proudly proclaim that I am a Pastafarian Minister. One where I ask you, why is my religion NOT so special and precious and holy as yours? Why isn’t my GOD, created by the prophet Bobby Henderson, as cherished and LOVED as that Jesus you talk of? Why not, as they are all as ridiculous as one another?
Tense therapy session on Wednesday because we ended up writing the letter for my “job Capacity Assessment” with Centrelink that I had yesterday. Yes, the assessment went well, reaffirmed my love of Occupational Therapists. and I’m going to be going to a new Job network/ Disability provider next week…. One that is all into aka specialises in people with mental health issues. I also got a rating of being capable of
only” 8-14 hours of work a week. Given I’ve not worked full-time in over three years, this is a relief to have on my record. A relief to be honest and say that I really wanna be a a speech pathologist again, but my mental health issues are holding me back.
Oh we got the coolest coffee cups from Playing the Goat across the road from Centrelink. Tawny frogmouth!!!
So, when I got home from that, I went for my first cup of tea for the year. Dilmah.