Having moved recently we are still moving boxes around and unpacking, trying to find spaces is getting harder as we moved from a two-story place to a ground floor house. Crap piled on my desk is getting higher and higher, I need to get working on sorting it out methinks.

Found the box of skin care products, we sorted through it and found a couple of tubes of cucumber face mask. So Carolyn and I are sitting at our computers trying not to crack a smile or talk as the mask dries on our faces.

Of course, I just realized that I am in serious need of a shave and this may hurt when I rip the bloody thing off! But afterwards maybe I’ll look ten years younger, ha ha, tha’ll mean I’ll look nineteen, er, cough cough

Found the article below on an online newspaper.

Woman tricked into sex article

Apparently an airline pilot allegedly tricked a school teacher into having sex by telling her he had to administer some ointment on the end of his penis!

This went on for nine months before she told her doctor.

Her doctor is quoted as saying:

“It began to dawn on her that he had devised this treatment in order to have sex with her on his terms.”

Ya think?

I mean come on, and she is a schoolteacher, I wonder what she teaches, please don’t tell me Sex Ed!

Carolyn and I took a break from unpacking from the move and decided to treat .ourselves out. We went out to P.F.Chang’s for dinner then went and saw the latest Indiana Jones movie.

We enjoyed the movie and there looks to be an opportunity for some follow-on movies with Shia LeBeouf as the next Inidie as it were. The Star Wars animated movie Clone Wars trailer look interesting

While out we checked out the Japanese dollar store and got a few little items such as drawer organizers and hooks for the walls.

We also came across a store that sold among other things ostrich feathers, I stood there perplexed until Carolyn mentioned they could be used for center pieces especially for weddings. I guess there are a lot of ostriches running around with bare arses.

Whenever I call home and speak to my Mum, she always asks if I started wearing lumberjack check shirts, baseball caps, own a horde of guns and drive a huge truck with a truck rack of hunting rifles and the dead deer strung across the bonnet (hood to youse guys).

I assure her that no I don’t wear plaid shirts and we don’t have any vehicle, let alone a big pick-up truck and I don’t hunt or own guns.

“I still have my English accent as you can hear,” I tell her, and I refuse to use words like ass and aluminum, still saying arse and aluminium.

Not sure if she thinks her son will be totally assimilated and started speaking funny LOL.

I have noticed lately that fewer people are asking if I am from Australia or New Zealand (and on one occasion, Boston), so I think unless I am talking with Brits or visiting the UK my accent softens somewhat.

Our new employee is fitting in well with the team, fits in with our zany senses of humor and craziness. The other day she just spurted out during lunch:

“If I accidentally have a kid [that had us all laughing right off], I am going to call him Victory.”

We asked about a middle name but apparently no middle or last name just Victory.

Unusual names seem the norm nowadays, we have grandson’s Cage Hunter and Alec ‘Zander, someone at work who just had a baby boy named him Blaise.

We are in our break room and the newest member comes in, she prepares her lunch, a pasta salad. She asks if we want to try it, and told us it was made with Vegannaise, the vegan version of mayonnaise.

The very idea of it sounded nasty but we all look at each other, and decide to all try it, we all enjoyed it and asked her to bring some to our Christmas potluck party we are having.

“This doesn’t mean we’re all giving up meat and trying stuff like tofu turkey,” we told her.

“It’s a start at least,” she replies.

Carolyn: Where’s that paperwork you got from the bank?

Me: I gave it to you already.

Carolyn: Really? I don’t recall you doing that.

Me: Well, I did, when I got in I handed it to you, I remember.

Carolyn: I’m not saying you didn’t, I just don’t remember.

Me: Er, see, you even put it back into my coat pocket.

Carolyn: Give me that! Dingbat.

Me: Sorry.

Today we were sitting in our break room at work, our manager walked in, she was sporting a puffy eye and a gash on her brow.

We all started rolling our eyes wondering what she had done this time, she is accident prone and always dropping stuff on herself or falling off ladders. She has previously opened an attic hatch and dropped it on her head knocking herself unconscious.

In answer to what she had done; “I slammed my head in my car door.”

We laughed, now if anyone else had said that we would be wondering whether she was just saying that to cover up a problem, the “I walked into the door type situation.”

But her husband is In Iraq and as we knew her so well we had no reason to think she had done anything other than slam her head in a car door. We of course wondered how she managed to do it.

Apparently she was holding onto the car door leaning into the car picking up something from the car floor. She then started to step back and slam the door shut, unfortunately in the dark garage she misjudged the distance and her head was still in the path of the door.

“I ended up on the floor seeing stars,” she said.