I often have to share desks with people, because I’m not ’structured’ enough to have a normal job.
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I get a desk into some semblance of order, with no rotting sandwiches or reptiles in the immediate vicinity, and then I go away for a few days to a different job.
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When I return to ‘my’ desk, the penicillin farm has also returned.
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I think I know why some people have OCD.

I think Steve Irwin’s death caused me more grief than hearing about the casualties from a number of recent wars. That’s not to say that I was a blubbering mess, but I still felt a certain sadness that made me wonder why - I’d never met him.

I feel for his family, although I often have trouble empathising with the families of people whose homes have been bombed by one nation or another. I worry about how his staff and friends are coping, but I rarely think about the feelings of people whose relatives have died of starvation or AIDs.

I think I feel particularly shallow today.

Tonight I was presented with the trophy for winning the Evening Church Footy Tipping competition (NRL). After a long hard slog, no actually it was quite an easy road to victory, in the end I finished 6 points clear of the pack. I found that the season was fairly easy to tip thanks to the ‘quality’ of some of the teams. I worked out in the end that if you looked at the ladder and for each game you mostly tipped the team who was higher up the ladder you would consistently get ‘good enough’ scores to stay out in front, or to even further your lead. Fair enough you may not have been picking perfect rounds, but you only have to get enough to beat number 2.

I must admit that there was a bit of an anti-climax to the whole thing when after finding out the results for the last normal round of the season I also found out that that was the end of the comp as we didn’t tip the finals. I can’t understand why we wouldn’t tip the finals, it’s only the most important games of the season… oh well.

For the last three Monday nights I’ve been attending antenatal classes with my wife. These have been a little interesting at times. There have been some squirmish moments but all in all it wasn’t too bad…

…up until last week.

Last week we were shown ‘the video’, the one where you see a birth happen. My goodness!! I’m staying up the head end!! There is no way I’ll be the curious type to go have a look at all that is going on. Also in the video that would immediately place the child on the mothers chest, if it is offered to me first I think I may pass on it. I know, I know, people tell me that I’ll feel different when it happens, but I saw what they look like when they first come out, and I’m sorry but it’s not something I’ll be jumping at the opportunity to be the first one to touch…

Yeah you might say that is soft or whatever, but if you want I’ll get you a copy of the tape and you can have a look for yourself.

Why is it that when you play a round of golf and hire some of those drive along golf buggies that you immediately revert to acting like kids on dodge-em cars?

Let me tell you once you’ve hired a buggy once you’ll never go back to walking again, it just makes golf SO much more fun. Today I played 9 holes at Beverly Park with my older brother Allen and a friend, Kieran.

So after hearing that we had to put a $700 deposit on the two of them, because two guys had a few too many to drink one afternoon and made it to Tom Uglys Bridge before they were pulled over by the police, we signed them out and headed for the first tee. Not longer after we were doing the usual running over each others golf balls, seeing how they handles hills and holes, giving each other gentles bumps, etc.

Then we got to about our fourth hole when the boys worked out they the guys was wrong when he said they wouldn’t do brake jobs. It wasn’t technically a brake job, but if you but two off them up head to head and hit the accelerator they do spin, to the point where they will dig into the gravel pathways.

There was another incident where we stopped on a tar pathway and the following cart’s driver was daydreaming and locked it behind us narrowly missing our cart, at which I was quite impressed by the screach from the tyres.

So anyway we did manage to make it back to the Club House and to our surprise happily handed back the deposit without an argument, thankfully.

Recently we went to a friends place for dinner, after which another guy and I decided it was a good idea to fire a BB gun inside at a cardboard box(with a towel in it to dampen the impact of the ball bearing type things that it fires) so we did that for a while without too much damage done.

Then we went to pick up a recliner that someone else was getting rid of, after putting it on the back of the ute(not tied on naturally) the other guy handed me the keys and jumped on the back.

I’m like ‘are you sure?’, he said yeah just for a little bit…

So we reverse out and start driving up the road, naturally he reclined the chair to get the full effect, then we see a car heading our way so I start to pull over and he’s says na keep going and lays as flat as possible hoping they won’t see us.

So we get pass them alright, and I start to think that maybe I’ll just drive him home like this…

Next we get to about 3 or 4 teenagers walking down the road going the opposite way… My windows down so I just give a nice long ‘evening’ to
them… Around about the same time he gets up and opens the passenger door, the interior light turns on which added an even better effect, and the kids freak (they hadn’t seen him at first) as he jumps in the front and shuts the door behind himself…

We drive off into the moonlite…

So we then drop the recliner off and go for a drive… Being in a 4WD if things get in our way we just go over them, nothing major, just edges of round abouts and silent cops etc…

Anyway we’re in a certain street and decide against driving over one of those really wide nature strip thingys they have between an industrial street and some of the smaller streets… We then turn the next corner and see a police car, at which point we are a little more confident with our decision to not drive over it now.

So a turn a little later and we are now heading west along another street, but just before we get to the old railway line we take a sharp left down a grass embankment and drive along the drit track beside it, gotta love living in the country… This seems to go on forever, and looks a little suspicious at night… So when we see a car driving along the road on the other side of the train line I start to think oh no, what if it’s a police car… I turn the lights off, woah!! Too dark, can’t see a thing, turn them back on… Heart rate goes up a little…

Heart rate is relieved when the car turns off into a side street… High beams go back on…

Continue along for what seems like forever, finally get to the end and take a left to where he told us we would be able to get the car air borne…

I see the ‘jump’ he means… About a metre high dirt mound, no more than a metre wide, straight up, straight down the other side… I thought we were
talking about a jump where we would need to get the car to at least 60km/h to have a decent go, but if we hit this at 20km/h it would have been rough… I decide he’s been taking drugs or something to want to try that so I drove over it at an ok speed… Did a U-turn down the road, loose gravel and all that so traction maybe have been lost momentarially… We come heading back towards the ‘jump’ at a decent speed this time, but I turned off just before it, he thought I was going to go it and was hanging on for life…

So we headed back to his place again…

Shot at the box and this time a aluminium can for a while…

Then someone may have shot one at the bottom of the can which riccoched back and hit their wife in the forehead, this put a damper on things and no more shots were fired…

How would you feel?

Fox-Footy showed a repeat of last years grand final at exactly the same time as the same two teams were playing this years grand final.

So all these people tuned in thinking they were watching this years game, Sydney fans were celebrating their victory, West Coast fans were dissapointed, until they started to talk to their friends and found out what really went on.

There’s an article about it
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Yeah, I should be working… but I’m not… instead i’ve logged on to tell people that I’m not working… Genius.

I have an essay to do on “what is prophecy and should we expect it to be a feature of our church life?”. I’ve read so many books and articles on it now, my eyes hurt and my brain is fried…

I even spent an hour of my precious study time attaching our ironing board to our linen cupboard so it now folds out of the door. I know, you’re thinking that’s brilliant but really, that’s got nothing to do with what prophecy is does it?

I would even be bothered right now to take a photo of it and post it on the site but Chris hasn’t put in an upload image feature yet… something about better things to do or a baby coming or something, I don’t know, I guess he’ll do it one day…

Well I feel I’ve talked enough garbage to satisfy this little tangent of procrastination… stay tuned for more rivetting and inspiring blogging from this channel.

You know what I’m loving?

I’m really loving the google ads that get put on this site after we write something in the blogs.

I imagine tha google just picks up on a couple of words on the page and places ads accordingly…

So if we use words like poop alot maybe we’ll get ads for poop?

Or vegimite, nut crackers, rare E.T. collectables, meat helmets…

Mybe you need to write a word heaps of times to get the ad?

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