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I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock.

4:00 AM!! How on earth could I possibly get up at four o’clock?!?

This didn’t make sense.

But it did once I looked in the mirror.

I looked in the mirror and saw my Dads face looking strait back at me.

I was Dad!! Or Dad was I!

 I didn’t get it.

I thought how interesting it would be to be in Dads place. But then a picture flashed into my head. It was a picture of Dad at work in the cattle stations. He had taken us kids with him. The picture was of Dad doing what he does nearly every day; stick his hand up the cow’s back end.

Nu-uh! No way! I am not going to do Dads job! I will not be a cattle vet! It’s gross! At least he was wearing a glove! But still!

I had a shower and got dressed. I didn’t bother about shaving, considering I didn’t know how. I walked out into the kitchen and had breakfast. The weird thing was, I wasn’t tired!! (Well, that was one of the weird things, I mean, turning into Dad for a day, well, I hope it was just a day, was pretty weird in itself.)

After brekkie I walked into Dads office, well, I guess I should say my office. I was hoping that I didn’t have any thing planed in my schedule for work today.

Hmmmm, lets see. 18^th, here it is, oh no!!!! 100 head at Caltin Hill!!! 100 head! That would take all day! Well at least for me it would. But there wasn’t any thing I could do about it! I had to go.

But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is,

I’d have to fly.

I was desperate now, desperate to get out of Dad and into me! I would wake up Mum and see what could happen, if she told me; “Go to sleep Peter, its four o’clock in the morning!” than I’d know I was Dad but if she told me; “Nomi dear, go to bed it’s four o’clock in the morning!” Than I’d know that I was me and Dad was him.

I hoped she said the last one.

I crept into Mum’s and Da-my- room. No Dad in the Bed, just a Mum. I shook her shoulder and tried to get her to waken. “Mum! Mum! Wake up!” I whispered. She stirred and opened her eyes. She murmured to me; “Go to sleep Peter, its four o’clock in the morning!”

I let go of her shoulder and stepped back.

No, no! It can’t be true!! It can’t! I wont! I, I, I, (gulp) oh boy!

I found myself sitting in the car the next moment, strapped in and hand on the keys, which lay in the ignition. It cant, it can’t!! I wont! I wont! Dad where are you! I wasn’t sure if this last statement was a question or me talking to my self. I found myself backing out of the shed in Dads car.  Before I knew it, I was driving to the airport! I have no idea how, but I was driving! I’m only 12!! I’m going to get in BIG trouble!

But I didn’t crash.

Then I was at the airport. I found myself getting out of the car and walking towards Dads hanger.

Where he kept the plane.

I could not fly his plane! I’d crash! I will! I will! I would! I could! I would!! I will! Oohh! What am I to do??!

The airport looked rather different in the early light. It looked spooky. It looked huge, it looked like my doom.

I was sitting in the plane of doom. My doom. Dads doom when he finds out that he lost a daughter and a plane in less than one hour. All because he left his shoes open and I found myself in them.

VVVVVRRRRRRRHH!!! The engine roared.  And I was moving. My hands where sweaty, my whole self was sweaty. This was my last hour on earth!! My stomached lurched into my throat as the wheels lifted of the ground! I didn’t want to do this! NO! NO! NO!

But I was.

 I shut my eyes wishing I had pen and paper to write my last will and testament.

Nothing happened.

It didn’t feel like I was going down. It felt like I was going along smoothly, like when Dad flies the plane. I peeped open one eye. My hands were on the joystick. I was flying smoothly, because I was Dad, wasn’t I?

I’m doing it! I’m flying!!! Ha- ha-ha!! Flying! Yeee-haa!!

I landed and stood on the wing of the plane to view my surroundings. It was 5:35. I had survived for 95 minuets.

But how long would it last?

How long would I  last?

Immediately, I spotted my 100 head of cattle.

How was I going to do this? I had no idea. But, this crazy dream or whatever it was, has got me this far, to fly a plane and drive a car, and look like my dad enough to pull this thing off, so hopefully it can get me through this.

I walked over and saw that there were a couple of station hands working already. I blinked and in an instant I was standing …huum…behind a cow. I totally don’t want to do this!!!  I shut my eyes and felt my arm (thankfully with a long glove on it) go into the … um…gross area.  

(The rest of this part of the story has been erased for certain reasons concerning your health and protection. Please don’t imagine what is happening at the current moment, especially if you are eating. Thankyou!)

(We shall now return you to an appropriate time in the story. Thankyou for braving this unpleasant era.)

Back in the plane. I was flying. But I didn’t know how. Who cares how, I did it!! I survived the disgusting Caltin Hill Calamity! It felt good. Dad would be so proud. Oh wait, I am Dad. But once I get out of this predicament and I’m back to being me and Dads back to normal, boy, will I have a story to tell!!  

 It was 2:10 PM. And I was back at home, safe and sound.

Or so I thought.

I was in the office.

Busy isn’t the word.

I found myself doing things that only Dad did. I was drinking tea (awful tasting stuff!) and I was doing math sums I didn’t know how to do when I was 12 , (which, mind you, was yesterday) I was scribbling notes on papers and my white board-schedule-thingy with barely readable handwriting, (for my Dad does have that sort of writing!) I was filing and opening bills, letters and invitations and the phone was simply ringing off the hook.

I didn’t want to plan so much work for the next couple of days just in case I was scheduled for being Dad for a bit longer. He –or I, I’m not sure who- had an appointment with a horse who was long in the tooth next Saturday, (delightful!) and on Monday he/I had 700-800 cattle to spay, (wonderful!) on Thursday and Friday there was a dog that needed seeing to and 100 more heads to stick my (preferably his) hand up the you-know-where (cant wait for that!) and this Saturday there is a horse with an infected leg (I’m on pins and needles for that!) Humph! My Dad has the best job!

When dinner finally came, I automatically sat in my favourite seat, the one on the right of Dads seat. Mum startled me by protesting; I sat in Dads seat, feeling silly for forgetting this. Dinner was a normal meal. Loud and energy full. I saw that I was sitting next to me! I mean, Nomi was sitting in my favourite spot! How dare I!! I think that was Dad in me, ‘cause I was in Dad, its only fair that he (Dad) goes somewhere, so that would mean me. I was Dad and Dad was I. (Are you getting this?) 

After a confusing meal, where I kept answering questions to Nomi and Nomi kept answering questions to me, I went to bed. I wanted this madcap day to end! I hoped that I’d be able to be Me, Nomi, tomorrow. (Long sigh) I’m deadbeat! 

Next morning I awoke to find myself in Mums and Dads bedroom. I went into my room and was wondering why my bed was made; I seldom ever make my bed in the morning. While I was puzzling over this I heard Dad shout to Mum; “Honey, why do I have so many appointments that I don’t remember making?” 

That was a wacky Day as Dad!!

 The End!

Home School Assignment

Using each letter of the alphabet in order to start each word.

Write a 26-word story.

MY STRY

All

Listed

Problems 

Happened  

Amidst  

Big

Exasperating

Trials.

Annabelle’s Bucket Crashed Down Entirely Fraying Graces Housecoat. Izzy Jostled Kelly’s Lemon Moose Naughtily Over Pricilla. Questions Regarding Silly Tammy’s Unique Vegetables. Winnie X-rayed Yellow Zombies.

The End!

And while I've got your attention, people, if you know some bloggers that like to write like me, please post me a comment! I'd love to see their work!

 I'm a bit like a lone ranger at the moment!!

thanx!

....CodeRed Jack....

A Home School Assignment

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.

Curious.

Nnnnniiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Bluuuurchff! Nnjnnniiiirrrrr! Bloffffgh!

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!

The End!

   ….CodeRed Jack….

A Home School Assignment

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.

(Sigh) I wish I were a cricket ball…

Waaaaahhhhpitttinginininggggg!!!!!!!!!!!! Wham-doolingoooooo-fffffipp!!!!!!!!!

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 wish I were a tennis ball….

Waaaaahhhhpitttinginininggggg!!!!!!!!!!!! Wham-doolingoooooo-fffffipp!!!!!!!!!]

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!

....CodeRed Jack....

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…

THE END!

….CodeRed Jack….

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!!

It reminds me of popcorn!!!!! I love it!!!!

…. CodeRed Jack….

Their cute,their loveable and their ours!!

We have Guinniea pigs!!

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’!)

Art, I love doing art and being creative (as I hope you’ve seen in my past posts of my dolls and bears!)

Mum brought me a book that has lots of creative art ideas. It’s so fun!

 A Beetle

Bamboo trees

A Butterfly   

   Trees

(The second one looks like a tree that would be in an

A.A Milme book with Winnie the Pooh!)

The Gecko

(One of my favourites!!)

Domino

(Our Dog)

And this is my little brother

i like the second one better!

(He didn’t even know I was drawing him for the first picture!)

....CodeRed Jack....

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.

 There’s always next year!!

My Jane Doll

….CodeRed Jack….

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!

This is Egyptology.

....CodeRed Jack....

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(From the movie Mary  Popins)

....CodeRed Jack...

 “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!”

Thoth, the god of writing and knowledge.  Portrayed with the head of either a baboon or a bird called an ibis.

“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 for  the ‘Egyptian Times’.

Thankyou  for joining us.”




...CodeRed Jack...

Yelyah has tagged me (My First tag!) 
  Hey Yelyah! I hope this list satisfies you!!

7 things I want to do before I die

  Grow up

  Marry

  Have 5 or more kids

  Act in a movie (or more!!)

Collect all the 'Adventures in Oddysy' Audios and put them in order

take in lost/unwanted dogs/cats

  learn how to fly a Glider

7 things I cannot do

  Stop being crazy

  Stop lovn’ animals

  Stop reading for a day

  Stop thinking/imagining

  Get 100% in math twice in a row

  Stop being creative

  I can not stop on keeping going!!!

7 things I love about my Mum

  She is my Mrs. Santa clause

  She loves me

  She gives me cool presents on my birthday and Christmas

  She teaches me right from wrong

  She lets us watch lots of movies!

  She home schools us (yeah!)

  She helps me with my projects

7 things I say the most

  Uenivertial Peace to you!!

  Quotes from movies

  Interesting facts i read about

Peace Out!

  Dude!

  Cool

  Weird stuff

7 movies I could watch over and over

  F Troop 

  Alvin and the Chipmunks

  Help I’m a Teenage Outlaw! 

  Super Kids 

  Ice Age

  Larry boy/VeggieTales

  The pirates who don’t do anything, the VegieTales Movie.

7 books I love to read

  funny books

  Wacky… but true Magazines

  Girls Crystal

  cook books

  Adventure stories

  Secret Agent Dingledorf

  Sisters in time

 

....CodeRed Jack....

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.

CODE NO. 6654gam4289wy11000.//zob 

...CodeRed Jack...

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 ‘Cosmos West City’ make sure you visit and rent a room from the Best Hotel and Restaurant Manager… ME!!

...CodeRed Jack....

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,

not to long ago.

.... CodeRed Jack ....

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!

....CodeRed Jack....