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!


....CodeRed Jack....

FROM PINK – TO STINK!

A true story

By CodeRed Jack

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.

Thursdays are now officially my favourite day of the week!

every Thursday night we go and have choir practise for Christmas.

I love it!    

I get to see all of my friends too!

The songs are the best part though, we sing:

  Little Drummer Boy

  Silent Night

  Away in a Manger

  We Three Kings

  Joy to the World

  Falice Navidad

  Hark the Herald Angels Sing

  We Wish You a Merry Christmas

And a few more. It is so fun!

Also, before and after we sing, while the adults set up and pack up, we play a game of chasy. Doing that warms us all up for singing!

Yeee-Haaa! ! ! I cant wait for Christmas!!

A cupboard was sorted out a few weeks ago and we found tons of creative things to use, but what caught my attention most was a model. I picked it up and started to fiddle with some blue materiel, old earrings, pearl beads, fake flowers and a dolls straw hat. This was the finished product.

M’lady at the horse race.

All dressed up nice and dandy

Although you can not see her face,

She’s as sweet and dear as candy.

Since Christmas is coming up, (Yipppppeeee!) I decided to make a Christmas out-fit.

I picked up some green materiel, lace, red patterned materiel, and a ‘diamond’ brooch, and started fiddling.

This is the finished product.

She's dressed in green, lace and red,

All pretty and beutiful.

Although you can not see her head,

She really looks wonderful.

Today I got such a fright!

On our property, we have this huge ditch, which I call the gorge, and it’s always got a shallow amount of water in it, with deep mud underneath that and little mud islands here and there. My best friend and I love to play in there, and we try to run which is quite impossible, since the mud (in most places) is knee deep. One day I decided to explore what was round the bend. I found two heavy pipes going from one side of the gorge to the other side. One afternoon I went back with the goal of walking across those pipes. This is when my scare began.

I rode down the road that lead to the gorge, and turned down the bend toward the pipes. That’s when I made a mistake. Half way down, I parked my bike beside the road and decided that I’d walk through the mud then up the side of the gorge and walk the pipes. In lots of ways I’m as good as a boy, so that means I love mud. This mud was better than the mud in the straight part of the gorge, for it went an inch or two over the knee. Oooooo! Lovely oozzzy MUD! Making slurpy noises as my feet and then my legs slipped into the brown and green mud. I was nearly at the slope where I’d climb up and walk the pipes, when, it came. I was enjoying myself so much, falling and ‘running’ in the mud, that I looked up to Domino, safely at the top of the gorge, to call her to join me, when I saw the expression on her dotty little face. Having her for three years, I am quite acquainted with her actions. And I knew that expression, with her fur impatwean her ears all rumpled up together, still as stone, looking strait down meant only one thing, there was someone or something else she was curious about. I followed her stone-like gaze down the gorge wall and saw a humongous snake swirling in my direction. It was light brown, and my rough guess was that it was about four feet long, not wide, long. I gasped and I ran. Well, I mean, I tried to, but the mud suction was so tight. I pulled and pulled desperately, but all to no avail. Then I gave a quick, short prayer. “Dear God. Please help me get out of the mud and please don’t let the snake follow me!” I pulled once more and I got my feet out! I stomped though the continuing mud, which I didn’t think so lovely and enjoyable now. Eventually I got to the gorge wall with Domino, who seemed glad to see me. I turned around to see where the snake was and it was right were I used to be standing in the mud!

I wasn’t sure if I wanted tears to come or not, but they didn’t, although I was choking and gasping from the fright and the fight in the mud. I ran down the road to my bike, Domino close at my heels. I grabbed my bike and rode to the house. At the house, I dropped my bike and ran to wash my muddy legs. I couldn’t get the mud off my toenails so I didn’t bother, all I was thinking about was telling Mum the story, getting a cuddle and sitting on her lap.

Inspired by a true story of Jack Simson.

Written by Nomi Letchford.

Western Australia

There once was a man, whose name was but Jack,

He rode on but a donkey’s back.

 To do what ever he had to do then come back but on the donkeys back.

When he was but a lad, he was but a milker,

Who delivered his milk to Mr. Oclinker.

He never married to but a fine young lady,

 to become but a fine young wife to be but so trendy and friendly and nice. He never but married a miss.

Then but when he was older, and older was he,

He went but to war ov-er the sea.

They sailed but all night and they sailed all but day until they came upon the bay.

They got ready for war until t’was but done,

Then sat back and chewed on but a stale, old bun,

Until the sun t’was but mornin’.

Then one day he found but a donkey,

He found but a donkey chewing some grass,

And he but said; “Here, here little donkey, come here my little lass.”

 Jack said to that donkey but chewing on grass,

And come but that little donkey lass,

To the man a-lying upon the grass.

And so they worked all night and they worked all day as well,

To bring the sick and the wounded and the ones not well,

To the doctors for but a trickle of spell,

To turn them from bad to well.

The man died, while but giving a ride, on but the donkeys back,

When he got but a shock by a shot that went through.

Went through the clothes, went through the back went right through him till

 It landed with a THWACK right in the heart,

 Tis’ was but well shot.

Just a few days ago,

We saw some cute puppies,

We saw some cute puppies you know!

They were so cute,

That they cut in you’re heart.

They were so cuddly that,

You’d wan-a give em’ a pat.

They had pink and black noses,

That one would supposes,

Are pebbles and roses!

Their paws are so small,

They’d be swashed by a ball.

Their spots are so fine,

 That I wish they were mine!

And their microscopic bones

Would make us all moan,

For we can not have one of our own.

Their mama’s so proud,

That she isn’t so round!

There Fathers so happy,

That they don’t use a nappy.

Uncle Ben and untie Heather,

Said that they could not have done better,

And Grandma and Grandad from over in Melbourne

Suggested calling them Charlie and Calvin.

And when the guests died down,

They were asleep and sound,

And lunged back into slumber land,

Just Playing and planing all of the day,

But was awoken again for another

Busy, happy, fun, pampered, loved Saturday.

I think first I’ll talk about my birthday party.

For my birthday party I decided to have a dress up party where you had to dress up as a classic movie or book character. It was the COOLEST party I EVER HAD!

The characters were: Peter Pan (me!) Peter Pan’s shadow, Captain Hook, Another Captain Hook & the Ticking Croc (all from the movie Peter Pan) Mulan (from the movie Mulan), Luke Skywalker (from the movie Star wars), Rex (from the movie Toy Story), Aladdin (from the movie Aladdin), Amy Carmichael, Sherlock Holms, Anne (from the movie Anne of Green Gables), Captain Haddock & Tintin (from the series The adventures of Tintin), Pipi Long-Stockings (from the movie Pipi Long-Stockings), Alice in Wonder Land & a character from Treasure Island (I forgot her name).

I hadn’t seen Dad very much at the party but I found out why soon enough. Mum had gone into her room to fetch her camera, and came out grinning wide. The door was open just a tad, I saw something move in Mums room through the opening. The door suddenly swung open, then, low and behold, who should come out of the room but CAPTAIN JAMES. HOOK HIMSELF!!!!!!!!!! It was really Dad, but he looked just like the Captain Hook in the stories. Hook always wrote his name as Captain Jas. Hook. Every one laughed, no one but Mum knew he was going to do that! “Were is Peter Pan!” he shouted loudly. Every one pointed to me. I grabbed my dagger and responded “Down! Dark and sinister man! Haveth thee! On guard!” which is a quote from the book. We had a very violent duel, fighting with our wooden swords. While we where fighting Peter Pan started shouting cheekily, “Tick, Tock! Tick, Tock! Tick, Tock!” Every one else, who where standing around the two enemies in a thrilled large circle, started to shout as well. Tick, tock! Tick, tock! Tick, tock! Eventually Hooks sword hilt broke, and Pan had him cornered! Victory was close for the Pan!

 ‘Tick, Tock! Tick, Tock!” Hook was scared; he HATED that sound with all his cruel heart! Then someone in the crowd pushed a little boy who was dressed up as the ticking croc out into the ring and he headed for Hook. Hook was absolutely PETRIFIED!!! He stared at the croc, then at Peter Pan. Peter, who had a mischievous grin that went from ear to ear. I pointed my dagger towards Hook saying, “Walk the plank, Hook! Walk the plank!!” Hook, wide eyed with hatred and fear jumped into his room with a yell as if jumping off a plank. Every one clapped and laughed like mad! That was really fun!!! And it was the end of Captain Jas. Hook!

Every one came and all the kids and two adults dressed up, which where two of the best things. We had presents, which, like all kids, is an EXTREMELY BIG highlight. I’d tell you all I received but that would either bore you or make you want your birthday to come sooner, so I’ll skip that. We did four games, the first game was musical bobs then we had another BIG highlight, ice cream cake! (Yummy!) With 11 candles around the cake and an extra tweety bird candle, for ‘good luck’. When you pressed a button, it would sing, “I tort I taw a birt-day cake. I did! I did see a birt-day cake! Oh! We wish you a happy birt-day! We wish you a happy birt-day! We wish you a happy birt-daaay!!” that was cute. Then we played a type of guessing-who-am-I-yes-or-no-question-like-type of game. Involving kids 8 years and up. Then while the boys got the slide ready the girls played a similar game with the kids 7 years and down. Then came the time for the super-duper-wooper-kooper-trooper-looper-slipry-slide! Yahoo! Often kids teamed up and went together sometimes saying, “One for the money, two for the show, three to get out of here and here we go!” or just going off wildly and sliding by them selves.

Then one by one every one left eating a thanks-for-coming-&-goodbye fredo frog.

!!!THE END!!!