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! http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/ en-us Homeschool Blogger Thu, 19 Nov 2009 20:07:00 -0600 Thu, 19 Nov 2009 20:07:00 -0600 This story has been rated by belindaLetchford to be 4 stars. What would you rate it? What would you rate my other stories? Or what was you favourite part in a story? Post a comment and tell me!   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. 18th, 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!   http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/746093/ Thu, 19 Nov 2009 20:07:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/746093/ Hey! what do you think of my new avatar? I think it is so awesome! I drew it myself on this quality program called Corel Painter Essentials and BamBoo Fun. I got this program and tools for my 12th birthday. They are so fun! I've also done others but my three favourites are this one (my avatar) and a frog and a horse. I'll have to post them some other time! And if you know any one who likes to draw/paint please post me a comment with their blog adress! Thanx! ....CodeRed Jack.... http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/744594/ Fri, 13 Nov 2009 22:25:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/744594/     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....   http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/743155/ Sun, 8 Nov 2009 20:51:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/743155/ 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!!   Embark on a journey….   WWW.vision.org.au is where you embark On your journey that will, perhaps make your mark. This mission is FULL of colour and spark!! You have quest for a prize, That ‘twill be pleasing to your eyes So listen up all you girls and guys Print it out, colour it and make it all pretty, As you draw Whit and Eugene and an ugly ol’ kitty! Connie and Dylan and Jesse are there Draw it with beauty and pride and care For when they get it the whole world they might share The news of your exciting winning affair! Because of this wonderful hullabaloo, WWW.vision.org.au Will be looking out for YOU!!!!   I LOVE ODDYSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!         ….CodeRed Jack….   http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/741579/ Mon, 2 Nov 2009 20:42:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/741579/ 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….   http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/741333/ Sun, 1 Nov 2009 23:07:00 -0600 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/741333/   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....     http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/739223/ Mon, 26 Oct 2009 00:20:00 -0500 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/739223/ 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…. http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/738083/ Thu, 22 Oct 2009 00:49:00 -0500 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/738083/ 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…. http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/737265/ Mon, 19 Oct 2009 00:02:00 -0500 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/737265/ 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’!)     ....CodeRed Jack.... http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/732512/ Thu, 1 Oct 2009 21:28:00 -0500 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/732512/ 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.... http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/728789/ Sun, 20 Sep 2009 20:10:00 -0500 http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Nomimae/728789/