God Bless Australia!
thats all I can say, after I had my final one hit....and now I've run out...
I think that I've had an above average day with my son (we finally went swimming again today and that alone time is just wonderful for bonding)
so it's 10:30
and I'm getting my best ideas about what I could be writing about and I'm in a better mood
until
 my other half demands a credit card!..

so I have the usual argument with my wife to help understand that I have no income and we are living on capital (too much information)
  tired of giving people money and giving some people loans of large amounts for undisclosed periods of time...
and then knowing they won't pay you back!
even when ordered to do so legally!
and realizing that  human beings will take you for as much as they can...
the tea party is just human nature to waste the government just to prove a point...
I've become so incensed over this manufactured tea party'
right out of some right wing neoconservative think tank ( actually pretend to be a grass roots group)
so after this pressured argument I hear a comment from Papa (I.L.)
at 1045..."yall done using the bathroom?"
I replied, don't worry, I'll go outside...
he replies," u better not be peeing on my flower pot!"
so better half gangs up with Daddy and  asks me:" r u peeing on my Daddy's flower pot?"
No!  .. I reply frustratingly over the top....
(thanks honey for ruining my last herbal buzz until the next road trip!)
I thought:" I reserve the best pine trees deep into the backyard for my golden fertilizer..."
(i'm imagining my audience rolling their eyes at such a ludicrous situation)
I'm stressed that if and when I take the trip back to the land of Oz. I won't be able to take my Australian born son back there! 
so I cannot enjoy myself and relax...
I wake up crying and can't stop...
time is flying by as I look at the graying beard turning white in places...
(then I think maybe I could play Gandalf in a few years in my comedic version of my life screenplay(she rolls her eyes)

I wonder how long I can wait, before I have to go...
and realize the struggle is too much...
and my son will be deeply indoctrinated with the southern fundamentalist clan ..
and when I'm in Oz I'm anxiously looking forward each morning to talking to my son on Skype...
 I'm actually praying to our Universal energy/Lord  out there that my son will convince her...
and will tell her
"Mommy I want to be with Daddy!"
that he needs to be with his father and mother together...
I look at him and he seems to smile back at me with an innate wisdom from a previous life... as if he's an old soul

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