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Nov. 3, 2009
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Adventures in Odyssey Colouring Competition
Have you Dudes and Dudettes heard of the Adventures in Odyssey Colouring Competition? I’ve entered! If you have heard of it, please post a comment and tell me! There are some pretty cool prizes 2 be won!! My family and I have gone onto their website (WWW.vision.org.au) and saw a slide show of all the entries. They are all so awesome! Vision Radio Network is going to have an incredibly hard time judging!!!!! Great work to every body who entered!!!!!!!!!
This was my entry drawing. I sent it last Thursday. They should be receiving it very soon, I cant wait to see if I win or not!!
I’ve also sent Vision Radio Network a poem I wrote about the Competition. If they don’t say it on air, here it is!!
The sky has opened up and it is raining Jelly. What does the world look like and what do you do with all the Jelly?
MY STORY
“Kkpaaattttts!!!!!” I spat the mix of toothpaste, dribble and left over breakfast into the bathroom sink. It was Monday morning and I was supposed to deliver a box to Mums friend Renee Shells.
I put on my shoes, took the box and headed out to do the delivery.
My friend Jacob was playing with his new submarine in his pool when I walked by. When he heard what I was doing he decided to join me, to my delight. We headed down the path together. Jacob had brought his new submarine with him because he wanted to try it out in Renee’s pond when we got there.
“You think it might rain t’day?” asked Jacob looking up to the clouded sky.
“Hmmm, maybe.” I answered also looking up to the sky. We crossed a road and continued our walk, talking about Jacobs new Submarine. When suddenly, a small yellow blob plopped out of the sky. It landed on the sidewalk in front of us, making us stop to identify the object. We looked at the blob, then at each other, then at the sky. There were no birds anywhere.
Two more blobs fell from a small hole in the clouds. We looked at the unidentified object trying to identify it.
“Jelly?” Jacob asked puzzled. It did look like jelly. And sure enough it was. I looked up to the sky, only to have another jelly land directly on my face. “I sure hope that it is jelly,” I murmured as I wiped it from my face. “And not from a bird!” a bit slid into my mouth as I did this. I found out that it was indeed jelly. Phew!
Suddenly there were noises everywhere like bombing shells as they fell from air plains in the movies. Jelly fell everywhere. This is so uncanny! I thought. Jacob was thinking the very same thing.
“We’re under attack!” I screeched. We ran down the street. But before we could get half way down the street we were knee deep in Jelly of all colours. Red, yellow, green, blue, pink, purple, orange!
“Up to higher ground!” yelled Jacob over the noises of KKKK-SPLATing of jelly, and the NIIIIIRRRRRRRing of falling jell-shells and the PPPHHHHFFFIIIIRRRPPing of our feet as we slipped on the jelly and the KK-BUUMPing of us as we fell. We ran up the closest hill we saw.
Playground hill.
It had the best playground on the top. It was hard to climb up for all the jelly that was on the ground.
When we finally reached the top, we were surrounded by jelly and it was rising fast. “We need a way out!!!” Jacob shouted. I thought for a minute. “Or a way over!” Jacob gave me a ‘Who-cares-how-you-say-it?’ sort of look. I ran to the swings and sat on one. I motioned for Jacob to do the same. I placed Mums box on my lap and started pumping my legs to swing the swing higher and higher. Jacob copied me, even though he had no idea what I was doing. (Some boys have very slow imaginations!) When we where so high I thought we might start wrapping the ropes around the swing frame I let Jacob in on my way-over plan. “When I give the signal, we let go and fly over the jelly!” It was a start. I gave the signal and we soared over the jelly, over the hills, town, homes, hotels, churches, people, dogs and parks. But then we started to go down…
KKKKKKSSLPPAAAASHGH!!! We fell into the jelly. I sank down, down, down. I thought I’d never go back up again. I didn’t know what to do! I mean, I’ve never had lesions on how to swim in jelly, oh, and did I mention that the jelly is nearly as deep as the Ord River?!?! The jelly was thick and heavy, almost pushing me down. I felt a hand grab the back of my shirt and pull me up. Aaahhh! Air! I could breath now! Phew! Close! I coughed and spluttered out jelly, shaking jelly out from my hair. “Thanks!” I spluttered to Jacob. He and I were tredding jelly. Sounds weird huh?
Wait, the box! Mums box! Where was it?! I looked and looked but it wasn’t floating around. Jacob was pulling me towards the shore (or so to speak). When we could stand on land I asked if Jacob could see the box any where. He couldn’t, but he had an idea on how to find it (at least he has some imagination!). He pulled out the submarine he was caring and turned it on.
After ten minutes of searching, we found it and brought it to shore. Huddling under and umbrella we had found we headed off to Renée’s house, thank goodness she lives on high ground! Most of the jelly had rolled into the valley we were treading before; actually, it was more like a small ocean! We skipped jelly-puddles as we walked up to Renée’s house.
Ding-Dong!! We rang the doorbell.
Footsteps, the door opens.
“Why hello Nomi, Jacob!” She gave the umbrella a curious look. “Why the umbrella?” She looked behind us to see if there was any rain puddles. “Has it been raining or something?” As I gave Renee the package Jacob looked behind him too. He turned back around and whispered in my ear, “Where’s the jelly gone?” I whizzed around and saw that Jacob was right! There was no jelly! Not even the Ord Jelly River! Renée gave us another look. She ushered us inside. “Have some lemonade kids! I appreciate you coming! It’s been a bit too quiet today.” We folded the umbrella and sat down at her dinning room table, giving each other puzzled glances. Renée came into the room carrying two glasses of lemonade. “Here’s your lemonade! Did you have any trouble getting here?” Jacob winked at me, “Renée you have no idea!”
I returned his wink and chuckled. Nope! She has no idea at all!!
Back home Renée called me on the phone. “Hi Nomi! Just rang to tell your Mum thanks for the box of sewing supplies! But what was the box of jelly in there for? Oh, and also tell her that I need some more material with floral print Ok? Okay, that’s all, Bye-bye!”
I put down the phone. More material? I thought. That’s fine, as long as we drive there next time!
Soccer great Edison Pele celebrated his birthday on this date.
Describe your life a soccer ball.
MY STRY
Have you ever thought of what it would be like to be a soccer ball? I have, I think about it a lot. That’s because I am a soccer ball. One usually has time to think about what its like to be its self a lot.
Yes, a soccer ball. How do I describe me to you?
Well, first, I’m always two colours, black and white. And that can get bring, very boring. Especially for a girl. Girls are very interesting, their full of energy, talented, bright, great to be around and great at doing nearly everything, they don’t deserve just two plain colours, black and white. White and blue, yes. Black and red, yes. But black and white, no. (sigh.)
Also, I get pushed around a lot. Pushed, kicked and shoved. Its .K. sometimes, I get a cool view when I get pushed up high. But that doesn’t last long, and then I get kicked around some more. They should put something soft on those shoes of theirs; quite often I think that the black spots on me are actually bruises.But I never know.
At least they have a net. But I would’ve thought that they would make it a little bit more like an air bag for me. Well, I guess the net is better than nothing.
And the way I go around and around in circles is not very pleasant at all! I really don’t like it, they don’t even give me a wash after the game, or lift me up on their shoulders like what they do with those un-thoughtful humans.
And when ever I’m a kids soccer ball, they treat me as if I’m un-important, un-necessary and I feel like I’ve made the parents waste their money when they bought me for Christmas last year.
Yesterday I made an appointment with the Elf that Ends the Endless Exercise of Entirely not Entertaining Enterprises. The elf that changes your bad life, (Like being a soccer ball) and gives you a different life, what ever you choose. I wanted to be a cricket ball. And he made me one. My ugly life as a soccer ball has ended! My new carrier of cricket lies before me like a straight road. Luxury, divine pleasure, I love cricket. Life is worth living, but as a cricket ball!!!
The view is amazing! Whenever they throw me up into the air, besides having an extremely numb behind, I can feel the air tussling over my beautiful, sleek, shiny, round sides. I fly over everything, I am not scared. I soon forget about my pins and needles in my backside, as I remember the life as a cricket ball.
But it has it’s downside too, sometimes I get hit in the face, that hurts worse than my rear. I can get stepped on, battered, I can roll of the shelf they put me on, even though its not my fault, and once I got hit over the crowd, over the car park, and landed in the park. I don’t like how I’m being treated now, it’s no better than a soccer ball. But at least I get polished.
And when I’m a kids cricket ball, they let me get tattered, dirty, cobwebby and musty! I feel just like I did when I was a soccer ball, and I don’t like it.
The straight road I thought I saw now shows me that it fooled me, it’s not luxurious, divinely pleasant, it was a mirage! The road looks like a snake curled up, all twisted and turny.
I went to the Elf that Ends the Endless Exercise of Entirely not Entertaining Enterprises again today, and he made me into a tennis ball.
It’s not too bad. The rackets aren’t to hard on me, neither are the people, they put me in a basket, with lots of other friendly tennis balls. Smiles. Not to bad.
But when I’m not being used by TV tennis stars or professionals I feel unwanted, I don’t want to be used by little kids, or teenagers either. I want to be someone big and important and useful.
I was on my way to the Elf that Ends the Endless Exercise of Entirely not Entertaining Enterprises when I stopped at a cafe. One of the guys there told me something. He said; "Jeremiah 29:11, mate. you know what that says? it says 'I know the plans I have for you…I want you to enjoy success. I do not plan to harm you. I will give you hope for the years to come.'”
But if I want to be useful….I was useful before! That’s it! I was a blessing to others wasn’t I? I didn’t like it, but I bet the Ball maker had a purpose for me when he made me. He knew that I would make people smile. The little kids last Christmas, they were happy weren’t they? They used me a lot; they enjoyed me, that actually feels good! I am useful! I am important! I was made by a maker! That maker was proud with me! I remember he said that I was a mighty good-looking ball, the other workers agreed, didn’t they? He knew my future before I was finished! HE HAS A PLAN FR ME!! I have a future!! I am lved!!!!!!
I want to go back to being a soccer ball…
THE END!
The Moral.
God has given us a purpose even if we don’t know what it is. We just need to walk along the road He has put us on. The road will give you hard and good times, happy and sad, tough and easy. All this, even if we don’t see it, is strengthening us for what lies ahead. We should be happy with the road God has given us and not try to change it, like what the soccer ball did when he tried to be a cricket ball or when the cricket ball wanted to be a tennis ball.
Every cloud has a silver lining. Just remember Jeremiah 29:11 and the story and what happened in He has a plan for me!
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Oct. 22, 2009
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The Giant Dramatically Slaughtered
A Home School Assignment
Write a story using these words
Leaves,
Saturday,
Giant,
Gameboy
Scissors
MY STORY
“Two more! Just two more!!” I was sitting under a tree, one Saturday afternoon playing my gameboy.
Something behind my back moved, I thought it was me, but it wasn’t!
I looked up, and saw the last thing I had thought I’d see… a GIANT!!!!!!!! He reached down, down, down. A big hairy ugly hand reached for me.
I was...um...Stunned…dazed…speechless! Like a fool I just sat there. I must be dreaming!! I shook my head and thought for a moment. If that’s a giant, and its legs are right behind me and it’s reaching down for me than… I gotta run!!
I jumped up and ran for shelter. Leaves were every were, in piles and not in piles and falling none stop from the trees. I slipped, and fell down with a thud. The giant gave loud roar. (I’m knot sure if it was a roar of laughter or a roar of victory or a roar of war.)
I put my gameboy in my pocket so I could at least try to fight back. But wait, what was this in my pocket? I pulled out the object, scissors!! I could chop the giant down like in ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’! I knew it wasn’t much, yet I just had to try.
Some say you see everything moments before a car crash, this was my crash! I charged for the giant, the giant charged for me. It was all as slow as slow could be. I pulled the scissors out from my pocket; they made a scraping noise like a sword coming out of its sheath. The giant pulled out a huge club that seemed to come out of nowhere! Every time my foot hit the ground, it made a thump, like a hammer thumping on a dirt road. Every time the giant’s booted foot hit the ground. The sound effect was more like pushing over a mountain!!
50 feet was between us now. With both hands clutching the scissor handles, I let out a roar and lifted up my deadly weapon. The giant lifted up his 8-foot long, spiky club. My ‘deadly’ weapon wasn’t so deadly any more. The giant let out a roar of war 15 times louder than mine!! Terror stricken, I tried to turn around and run for my life. But like I said earlier, it was all in slow motion, so I had trouble doing so. I found myself running strait for the 28-foot tall giant.
40 feet. “ROOOOOAAAAARRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” came the fearless cry of the giant. “AAAARRRRH!!!!” came the terrified cry of me, still running strait for what was my worst nightmare ever, instead of running away from it.
30 feet.POUND,POUND, POUND!!! Sounded our feet.
THUMP,THUMP,THUMP!!! Sounded my heart, (racing as fast as it could in slow motion.)
20 feet! And closing in!! “RROOOOOOAAAARRRRH!!!!!”
10 feet!! 9!! 8!! 7!! 6!! 5!! I opened the scissors wide for the hardest blow I could give. 3!! 2!! 1!!…
Clenching my teeth I enclosed the scissor blades around the hairy, bug infested legs and… the Giant gave a deafening roar of pain as I heard the sound of his shinbones cracking just where the scissors had closed. He fell, slowly, slowly, down, down, down, and landed with a THUD, that shook all the earth.
His big, hairy, almost black hand fell down and hit the earth with enough force so that it cracked the ground beneath it. His cheese-over-flowing-nailed fingers went limp. I watched as the big heavy club rolled out of his hand and stopped on the grass beside his dead masters sweaty hand.
I sat down to finish my gameboy.
“Yes! Yes! 1 more! Come on, 1 more!! That’s all I need!” a shadow passed over me making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I looked up to the sky and saw the last thing that I ever, ever wanted to see again in my life…
Jane's hair, that’s a new technique that I learned.I’ve been asked to tell you how I did it.
It was fun! It was simple! And it was affective!!!
All I did was strip wadding into long strips and 1 inch wide. Then I threaded strong string through the middle using quick stitch and knotted one end so it couldn’t unravel. I then dumped it into a sink of tea-dyed, hot water and pulled it out when it was the colour I wanted it.
It was easy to stitch on; I’d pull the un-knotted end to scrunch it all up. Knot that end and stitch it on!!
Jess, Daniel and me all have our own guinniea pigs! Yes!! Jess and I got little ones that celebrated their 2-weeks-old birthday yesterday and Daniels is a nearly full grown one. They are all bys.
And they all have a full name. Mine is a creamy brown and black one; his full name is Fidget Alexander Tickles the Explorer. (Fidget for short!!!)
One of our friends gave me the idea for ‘Fidget’. But it is a perfect name for he hardly ever stays still! One minute he’s under the tissue box and the next moment he’s having a drink!
I chose Alexander because for some reason I was having a ‘faze’ of it. I think the name Alexander is an awesome name! I have also been listening to Adventures in Odyssey staring Alex Jeffrerson. He is my FAVURITE character! (So are Jimmy Barclay, Mandy Strousburg and Trent DeWhite!) And Tickles because he tickles when he crawls all over me!
Right now we are keeping them all in a box in the Family room (School room). But over the weekend Dads going to be at home and he will fix our small cage were we kept our old pets (two Jack Russels) and Domin, (Our Dalmatian) when she was a tiny little puppy!
Ahh, it brings back good ol’ memories, that cage does!!!!!
This is Jess' Guinniea Pig Widget
the big black/brown guinniea pig is Daniels and that really cute one is mine. He's not cuddling with Daniels, mind you, he's trying to get past so he can eat that parsly!
This is a picture of Fidget. Its a bit blurry I know, but what did I tell you?? He's always moving!!
Widget and Fidget. Best Bro's. Commenting and whispering together on the meal.
We lve our guinniea pigs!!
(By the way, I will hopefully post about how I did Jane’s hair next time! I got a comment asking me to show you how I did the hair! Thanks ‘Elbows’!)
I have made another doll for my collection! Her name is Jane, and I think she is gorgeous!
She has a blue floral dress, with a light blue pokeadot pinafore and calico bloomers.
One of my favourite things about making dolls and bears is that I can use technics that I already know (Which is a gr8 feeling!) and also to be able to learn new technics, which gives you an extra good feeling when the project is accomplished, because I’ve learnt something new and have filed away some new information in this all-creative brain of mine!!
Two of the technics that I learned with this doll is how to make the dress, the pinafore and the bloomers. The other technic was the hair, I enjoyed that!
(If you want me to tell you how I did the hair, your going to have to post a comment and I’ll tell you another post! I don’t want this to be a long post!!)
I entered Jane in a competition at our Agricultural Show earlier this year. I was in the 9-12 yr olds and when the judges came round to judge, they didn’t give me anything, ‘cause they didn’t think I did it alone (Even though I did!)!!!!! So I didn’t get anything for it. But after the judging, a friend of mums who was talking to mum earlier, went up to the judge and said, “I know for a fact, that a 12 yr old girl did that all by herself!!! The judge said that “the judging was over and there’s nothing I can do about it.”But I got a highly commended ribbon in the end because the first judge wanted to give me something. I do admit, I was expecting to get a first!! I had put a lot of effort into that dear Jane doll. But, (sigh) it doesn’t matter.
Do you remember how a couple of posts ago I said that I won this book called Spyology? Well, my little brother and my Dad just came home from a trip to Darwin, and they brought us all back a little something. They got me another ‘Ology’ book and its called “Egyptology’!!
Isn’t that cool?!?!!
The book is golden with a bird on the front with hieroglyphics over and underneath it.
It’s about this lady who is on a mission to find the god Orisis, god of death and resurrection. (He’s the dude who’s wrapped like a mummy with green skin!)
On Emily Sands expedition, she learns about Ancient Egyptian ways and traditions. She also tells how scientists think the Egyptians played Sennet!! There’s a board and a pocket with all the pieces in it.There is also a little booklet with all the instructions. I’ve played it a million times already! it's really!
I’ve started a collection of ‘Ology’ Books. Once you’ve got two books, you’ve started a collection!
Yesterday we went to the ‘Great Moscow Circus'!!! It was great! They had clowns and magic tricks and Gymnasts and jugglers who juggled fire!
The gymnasts were great and freaky!
There was this one woman who could twist herself in half and then fold herself in half! It was amazing! She could also swing what looked like about 15 hoola-hoops!
Two other ladies called the ‘Mongolian Angels’ were spectacular! They could bend around each other and balance on top of each other, and the weirdest thing they did was they put two special kind of sticks into a hole on the table they were performing on and then they would put their mouths around the knob that was on the top of the stick and then lift up their hands and legs and would be balancing by their mouths!
The magic tricks were cool! One lady would hop into this box and then a man would fold the box into what looked like it was no bigger than a foot wide and a foot tall and a foot in width! Then he stuck three long swords in and then he would take them out, unfold the box and out came the lady! (All in one piece! Believe it or not!) Also another trick they did was the man would lie down in bed; pull the sheet over him and almost instantly, the sheets would come off, and out came the lady!
Ninno the clown was hilarious!! (As all clowns are I suppose!) The Ring Master would announce “Ninno the Clown!” and out of the curtain popped a man in a black and white ball suit, black tuft of hair, a white face, painted pink cheeks an a plastic black nose! Instead of talking, the clown had a whistle in his mouth that he blew. He strode into the centre of the stage, smiling, and waving and the crowd clapped. But the crowd didn’t cheer enough for poor Ninno, suddenly, his face saddened, he looked at the Ring Master, held out his hands in a ‘what is wrong with them?’ way. He turned his back and slowly walked behind the curtain. The crowd gave a moan of sympathy. Dad shouted out, “We want Ninno!” reading all our minds! The ringmaster said into the loud speakers, “Aww, come on people. Every one put your hands together for Ninno, the Great clown!!!” the crowd went wild, and out hopped a happy Ninno, blowing his whistle. He pretended to juggle with imaginary balls making a short blow with his whistle for every time he flicked his hand. Then he held up his hand with the 2 sign on it, meaning he will juggle with two balls. He pulled out two balls from an orange box with the words NINNO on it that the ringmaster was holding, with one hand he juggled, whistling. Then he held up 4 fingers, and juggled with four balls, still whistling instead of talking. Then he held up 10 fingers! And pulled out ten balls, all clumped together against his chest, so he wouldn’t drop any. But three times he purposefully dropped a ball and blew his whistle three quick sort times, and he sounded like he was saying, “Pick it up.” to the ringmaster.Then when he juggled, you could see, that 4 of the balls were tied up in a cluster to make one ball, and another 5 were tied up to make another ball! And so he juggled with three balls, it was hilarious! Another time he was announced, he was sitting in amongst the crowd! When he came down to stage, he had signalled with his hands two innocent bystanders and made the guy funnily waddle up, and fall on one knee and hold a huge fake rose in front of the lady, who was told to put her hands on her heart, and her head on one side. Ninno was going to paint them in one of his ‘famous works of art!’ as the ringmaster said. He painted for a few minutes, but he had to keep reminding the lady to keep her head cocked. He was funny as!!!! But when he showed the crowd his painting, it was just the rose; he hadn’t even done the people!!! When his turn was up again he did a trick that I am teaching myself to do! He had a bucket, showed every body that it was empty, he even turned it upside down and thumped it to prove it was empty, and then he threw and imaginary ball or coin into the air and his eyes ‘watched’ it rise into the air and then fall into the bucket, but, here's the rough, there came a noise as soon an his eyes reached the bucket, it sounded just like a coin had landed into the bucket! He showed us a couple of times, and you could see nothing was in the air. he evan got one of the people in the front row to throw a 'ball' at him! I'd tell you how he did it but I dont htink I should! I can do that trick too!! I loved Ninno the clown!
Also they had a show were a man would lift this kind of ring with material hanging down over this lady, and although you could still see her head, she came out with an entirely different dress on! There were about 12-14 hoops. We think we've figured how she does it but i wont tell u!!.
The big finale was a huge metal ball that had up to 3 motorbikes in it with a lady standing in the middle! There were going to be 4 motorbikes but one engine had problems. They were riding at approximately 80Km and the circle is 3m wide!
It was Super-cala-fraga-listic-espe-ala-dosious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jun. 9, 2009
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Interveiw with the Pharohs Daughter
Hey everyone! today I decided to show you what I've been working on lately.
In HomeSchool, my favopurite subject is Anceint History and right now I'm studying Egypt. it is soooo cool!!!!!!!
I've decided to make a Egyptian 'News paper', called The Egyptian Times. My Reporters name is Pepi Nile. And this is my first Article.
THE EGYPTIAN TIMES
Greetings to all the locals and tourists of Egypt. I am Pepi, Pharaohs Favourite Interviewer. And with me today have Pharaohs youngest Daughter, Jewel of the Pharaoh, (I Call her Jewel for short!) and today we are talking about her Royal life and Family Business.
“So Jewel, lets start with your Dad, the mighty and powerful Pharaoh, who Rules wisely over our wonderful country Egypt. What’s the History about the job of being the Pharaoh?”
“Well, Pepi, for over 3000 years Pharaohs have ruled over this mighty country of Egypt. My Father rules all the land and everything and everybody in it. And that’s a lot to rule!”
“Were is your Father now? It would have been nice to get an interview with him too!”
“That will be a bit hard I’m afraid, Pepi. He’s having a meeting and mother went too. Mother is one of Pharaohs 15 wives. Pharaohs always have more than one wife, but Mother is Fathers favourite wife and so Mother is His Assistant. If Father didn’t have a favourite wife he would,by the law, have had his Favourite sister accompany him."
“That doesn’t matter about your Father. I’ll catch him another time! And 15 wives, wow! Tell him I congratulate him! Anyway, tell us about our Gods.There are so many, tell us the most important few.”
“Well, there is the Great God Ra, God of the Sun, King of all the Gods. And there is Anubis, the god of burials and funerals. He is mostly seen with a body of a man and a head a jackal.
Thoth, the god of writing and knowledge. Portrayed with the head of either a baboon or a bird called an ibis.
Osiris is the god of death and resurrection. He has green skin representing new life and resurrection and is wrapped like a mummy, holding a crook and a flail of kingship. Nut, our sky goddess of Egyptian mythology, arches her body over the earth to form the heavens, with her limbs at each point of the compass. Every night she swallows the sun and gives birth to it in the morning. There’s Bes, the lion-dwarf, is a popular god! His job is to protect the home, particularly during the night when the forces of evil and chaos are believed to be at their most powerful. And then there is Horus. He is a god of the sunrise and sky.He is the god of Kingship and the first king. There are loads more!”
“Very interesting! It must have taken you a while to memorize all that! Horus sounds amazing! If he’s the first king, is that why Pharaohs are worshiped?”
“Only one of the reasons Pepi! But yes, everybody believes that the Pharaoh is the form of Horus. And when the Pharaoh dies, he is an image of Orisis.”
“Wow. In all my travels I have also seen all sorts of crowns worn by Pharaohs, tell us about that.”
“Yes, well, there’s the red crown of lower Egypt, for as you know Egypt was separated and ruled by two different kings, and there’s the white crown of Upper Egypt, and the double crown of upper and lower Egypt, the Feathered crown worn by Orisis, the Atef crown worn above a head cloth, a blue war crown, and the Uraeus, or royal cobra, worn on crowns above the brow and the Vulture, worn just like the Uraeus.”
“Thank you so much Jewel of the Pharaoh! I have enjoyed this so much and I appreciate you spending your time for this interview. This shall defiantly be put in the ‘Egyptian Times’!”
“This is Pepi Nile, reporting forthe ‘Egyptian Times’.
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Jun. 3, 2009
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--The Secret File that every Spy-Wanna-Be needs--
SPYOLOGY
THE COMPLETE BOOK OF
SPYCRAFT
CODE NO. 6654gam4289wy11000.//zob
It all happened one afternoon when code-name Bald Eagle (My Dad) came home from town.
He entered, and announced my name, handed me a parcel and raised his eyebrows.
I took the parcel, shock, surprise and excitement shivered down my spine. I flipped it right ways up (it having been handed to me upside down) and saw my true identity written on the parcel. (Must not be anything important, or else they would have sent it to me with my code-name – CodeRed Jack.) On the top was written: ‘Wacky But True’. I gasped. Could it be? Could I have won the competition?!? I tore up the brown wrapping paper and yes! There, in my hands lay. . . Spyology! The secret spy manual that any spy wanna-be would die for. I spent the rest of the day breaking the codes, learning about other spies, discovering all the secret compartments and suspecting suspects.
About Spyology:
Spyology is the coolest book on earth. It has a ‘secret compartment’ in the spine and one in the back. And the way the book was printed provided me with a ‘secret compartment’ in each page, making sort of like a file. It has a fancy cipher wheel on the front with the Barbinton code on it, the Barbington code was invented by Anthony Barbington in 1586 to send secret messages to Mary, Queen of Scots. The code was used to plot a murder against Queen Elizabeth I and put Mary on the Throne. Mary wore her Cipher wheel around her neck on a chain with jewels and pearls as not to attract too much attention. Spyology also has an actual secret agent mission, which is really exiting! Its about disguises, triple and double agents, bad-guys,codes to crack, microdot messages,* swimming with the crocs and
... dare I say it... taking over the world!
*Microdot messages are another way of sending secret information and instructions to-and-fro. It is information that is teeny-weeny! Whole pages of information can be shrunk down to the size of a full stop, which can only be read by a microscope. (You probably just looked at that full stop didn’t you?!)
I’ve learned heaps of stuff about spies from this Top Secret ‘File’. The manual says specifically, and I quote: “Congratulations on being selected to serve your country as a covert operative....If you prove yourself in your new role, you may soon be undertaking missions of the utmost importance ....Be thorough, and remember to keep you eyes open at all times - as a spy, you’ll never know who may be spying on you!” End quote.
Now this is what I call school!! For school I have to build a little imaginary town in the garden!
I chose our old veggie patch from a few years ago. I have called it ‘SPIKE-WOOD ESTATE’.I own the only Hotel and Restaurant in town. I have my own office, treasury, drinkable water supply, and I am growing a garden with sugar-snap-peas, tomatoes, parsley, and flowers.
The reason it got the name “Spike-wood’ is because there is a big tree in the middle of my property that has spiky branches.
So far I have 6 rooms ready for customers and nearly every room has been rented. I have hade 5 customers and I have a lot of money already, (actually, the money is pebbles). I also have a hidden safe under one of the trees that I hide my ‘Tourists’ money. I mean, since nearly every one who has rented a room were just kids having a play-date, and so I have been given the honour of keeping their money, hidden and unused, until they come back for another play-date.
The place is equipped with a large driveway and parking lot for your, horses, cars or bike. Also we have a clear path to back rooms so you do not have to climb through other rooms to get to your own and so you can go to the real road on a clean path, anytime! Also an Open and Closed sign, and room-service to suit all your needs! Just say “Ring-Ring-Debbie!” and I’ll come to your room instantly! Free deliveries for food, water, mail anything!
So, if your ever passing by ‘CosmosWestCity’ make sure you visit and rent a room from the Best Hotel and Restaurant Manager… ME!!
This week I am talking about my doll collection. But I don’t mean china dolls and baby borns, noo-way! I mean all the dolls that I have made.
The first doll that I made was in October, 2007. I was taught by the best teacher you could possibly be taught by… my Grandma! It was awesome! Grandma taught us (my sister did it too,) lots of handy tips, how to do neat stitching, how to rip material, how to apply the hair, how to cut the patterns out and how to pin and more!
This is the satisfying project:
This is a close up of Mary Bell, the doll I made with Grandma.
Meet Jimmy Buttons. He was my second doll and I made him all by myself too.
He is a BIG shot and is very popular!
One of our friends said that she’d LOVE to have a Jimmy Buttons in her house over in Perth.
I’ve got over 20 complements about him!
When I entered him in the Agricultural show, 2008,
Jimmy got a blue ribbon and first place!!!
This one is Puzzle;
I made him for my Friend for Christmas, 2008.
This is Red-Head Maddie, she was quick and easy to make
using lots of buttons and scrap material.
Pinkie-Pot-Blinky.
Made out of the same pattern as Red-Head Maddie.
This is my latest doll, Polly.
I made her in secret, because she was for Mum’s Birthday,
The reason we went to the Adventure Resort was because there was a camp about Creation that we wanted to go to. But I’ll write about that yet another time! (Thank goodness for time huh?)
Our activity day was on Tuesday, and I did the Giant Swing and the Twin Flying Fox. That was… (Take a deep breath)… totally, awesomely, amazingly, pleasantly, amusingly, enjoyably, entertainingly, crazily, really, really, really, coolish-like, and absolutely not boring thing I ever did in my life!!!!!*!!#!?*&^!!#$!! (Whew! ) (To put it gently, I liked it.)
This is me and my partner Jess. All saddled up and ready to go! You had to put on a 'harness' (what we're wearing in this photo) when you did the activies.
This is me on the Twin Flying Fox.
"Hi Mum!"
And this is me folks!
your all harnessed up to two ropes which is connected to those two poles which are side by side, then a group of people pull you up to that single pole, (which is 18 meters high!) then the dude/dudette who's in charge says, "brace yourselves! three, two one pull!" And when he says 'pull!' I had two pull this thin red rope and that would disconect me from the single pole! And down i'd go! "Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!"
and back I go!
"Look Mum! No Hands!!"*
And that was the Adventure Resort!!
*Unfortenetly, Mum wasn't there. She and Jess were in our cabin. it was a bit to cold for them!
Two of the coolest things about our holiday would be going to Questacon and the Adventure Resort.
We went to Questacon on my birthday, even though I was sick. Questacon is a hands on science museum.There were lots of interesting things inside like, mirrors that made you look short and fat, or tall and skinny or upside down.
I really liked this big box that had wires twirling and whirling all round the box like a train track and billiard balls would run along the tracks and then droop and land on another track and then whiz around a spiral and go through this really complicated obstacle course and then in one corner the was a ‘wire elevator’ which lifted the balls to the top of the box and they would go over it all over again.
And they had little presentations on interesting subjects, like tsunamis .
There was also this room which daddy and I both liked best. It was full of little benches that had little glass boxes with gadget-like robots inside, you pressed a button, and the object inside would do something.
When you pressed this button the legs would run, the ears would flap and the body would move up and down in running mode.
It looks just like our dog Domino!
When you pressed this button yellow stuff {Parmasin Cheese} would flow out of the top tap and Pasta Sauce would flow out of the bottom tap. The Mans' arm would move up and down and his bottom lip would go also go up and down. I liked this one. It was Daddy's favourite too. Mum thought it was gross.
When you pressed this button the cat would stand up and his tongue would go up and down happily lapping up the spilt milk. Then, suddenly he would fall dramatically to the ground, dead. Poisoned from the poisoned, spilt milk.
There was another one we didn't get to take a photo of; it was a shearer with a big black and white sheep. But there was a problem, the sheep had the scissors and was cutting {well, trying} to cut up the man! snip, snip, snip, aiming for the mans head, and missing. and then, my favourite bit, the sheep cut of the mans head! The head rolls back, but by how the robot-thingie was made, a spring inside the neck pulls the head back on, and the snipping starts again!
This is me. Pretty cool huh? I think I might make it my new avatar.
P.S. I will talk about the Adventure Resort another day!
Every body has their weird moments, and I just had one of my own. We were making gooey-goo-gup for our science experiment and mine turned Pink, PINK! My least favourite colour! I thought it would turn red, my favourite colour. As you could guess, I was desperate to change it. Daniel had used up all the blue and the green was used up ages ago! “Oh, who is me!” I cried. I panicked, and grabbed the yellow food colouring from the pantry. A weird colour is much better than PINK! I shudder at the thought or site of pink. I poured about two or three teaspoons in. and started to mix it in. Almost instantly a revolting smell began to arise from the goop and travel up my nose pipes. (If this were a cartoon movie you’d be able to see green ‘smoke’ rising from it at five flies would buzz all around it.) I fell to the floor, gasping for air, wishing that the floor would swallow me up or that I could faint, but alas, hungry floors or fainting don’t come when most desired. (Sniff, sigh.)But any way there I was on the floor one hand covering my nose the other on my throat, that’s what they do in movies when in chocking mode.
I stumbled around the kitchen like a blind beggar. With a shaking, weak hand I grabbed the kitchen bench and pulled my self up. Oh, what a miserable, unlucky child I was. I felt forevermore sorry for myself, my weak, shaking, thin, little body, arms shaking as ferociously as a guitar string that has just been plucked, a face all thin, the stench having sucked every bit of breath out of me, a face so pale and fragile I could have collapsed at any moment, and my legs, were in the same state as my arms.
I thought to myself, “I must lie down on the couch and recover my rapidly disappearing strength.” I slowly glanced over to the bowel, smoke still rising from it and five more flies had gathered to join the yucky party. I straitened out my crumbling shoulders, ‘threw’ out my chest and said to myself, says I, “I will courageously find out what I put in that pink bowel or die trying!” knowing the saying sounded like it came from superman’s own lips. The thought comforted me; I mean the thought about sounding like superman, not the thought about dying trying.
I took one more look around the kitchen, probably my last one. I saw a peg sealing a bag of sugar on the windowsill; I grabbed the peg and put it on my nose. I bravely put my foot in front of me, then the other one, then the first one until I was peering over the bowl. Fifteen flies now. It was bubbling like a witch’s stew. Steam rose and rolled over my face. You can’t imagine my relief that I had a peg on my nose! My feet suddenly gave way and before I even knew what was happening I found my head lying on the bench staring at he bottle of yellow food colouring. Just when my eyes were about to close for the last time I saw the blurred label on the bottle. My eyes were millimetres from closing, like a sinking, almost sunk, ship about to hit the bottom of the ocean floor, when I murmured the fuzzy, fading words, “b-b-br-brandy.” My eyes shut and I thought I was dead when the words hit me. Brandy? Brandy! BRANDY?!?!&*#@!@!< I had put brandy instead of yellow food colouring?!?!!? My eyelids whizzed open and I jumped to my legs, completely forgetting I was supposed to be dead.
I was speechless; thunder struck, bawled over, I couldn’t say anything for what seemed like a lifetime, my mouth had gone numb, I was flabbergasted! The first word that I said would mark history forever, that heroic, valiant, daring word that I uttered was indeed…
“Oops.” Which came out as a small, pathetic little squeak.
The morel of this legend is important, in which every one needs to know if they want to live with out a peg on their noses 247. This important instruction in which I give to you with a pat on the shoulder is…
Always read the label first!
A (very, very) dramatic retell from CodeRed Jacks amazing life adventures.
Greeting and salutations! My name is CodeRed Jack, and you can 'Bet a bucket of Buzzerds' your welcome to my blog!
I like to draw, play on the computer, watch movies, be funny, sew, be creative, play outside, make tree houses/platforms and be a tom-boy of Gods!!
Thanks for taking a peep at my blog. I hope u like it!
RY
I'm a bit like a lone ranger at the moment!!
Black and red, yes. 
(sigh.) 
-doolingoooooo-fffffipp!!!!!!!!!
I feel just like I did when I was a soccer ball, and I don’t like it. 
Bamboo trees
A Butterfly
Trees
The Gecko
Domino 
Her name is Jane, and I think she is gorgeous! 
! I don’t want this to be a long post!!
Meet Jimmy Buttons. He was my second doll and I made him all by myself too. 
This one is Puzzle; 
This is Red-Head Maddie, she was quick and easy to make 
Pinkie-Pot-Blinky. 
This is my latest doll, Polly. 
When you pressed this button the legs would run, the ears would flap and the body would move up and down in running mode. 
When you pressed this button yellow stuff {Parmasin Cheese} would flow out of the top tap and Pasta Sauce would flow out of the bottom tap. The Mans' arm would move up and down and his bottom lip would go also go up and down. I liked this one. It was Daddy's favourite too. Mum thought it was gross.
When you pressed this button the cat would stand up and his tongue would go up and down happily lapping up the spilt milk. Then, suddenly he would fall dramatically to the ground, dead. 
This is me. Pretty cool huh? 
