tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158849212024-03-14T15:36:44.381+11:00superRelishAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06529154364164121598noreply@blogger.comBlogger995125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884921.post-86443031747273658892014-03-12T19:08:00.000+11:002014-03-13T21:40:36.537+11:00The Election<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Everyone knows that I love skating. Most people also know that I love synchronized skating too. Well last year my friends and I were a part of the Aussie Skate Tiny Teddies mini-synchro team. That was until we graduated.<br />
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This year we have created a new team, a team of kids under 15 to skate in the Novice section. What is so different about this? Well, it means that we can compete in the state championships and maybe even in the nationals one day too.<br />
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Now that we are a really real team, there are also a few other important decisions that need to be made. Things like electing a team captain and choosing a team name and uniform, pretty full on stuff. It was all very formal, nominations for captain and vice captain had to be submitted, in writing with parents approval before the election. Hailey nominated me as captain and I nominated her as vice captain.</div>
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Election Day was today. First up we had to vote for captain. The list of people nominated was on the whiteboard. Everyone was given a piece of paper and pencil to write down the name of the person they wanted to vote for. (Shhh, don't tell anyone, but I voted for me - I really want to be captain and I think I will do a pretty good job of it.) We waited anxiously as the votes were counted. Guess what... I won, I was elected to be captain :-) I was presented with my captain's badge and did a little happy dance!</div>
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Next up we had to vote for vice captain. There were 4 people nominated and 2 people ended up with the same number of votes so we had to vote again. This time we had a result, my friend Hailey was elected as vice captain. </div>
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Together we will lead a strong team. Now all we have to do as a team is come up with a name, oh and a uniform too. I think I am going to be pretty busy!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06529154364164121598noreply@blogger.com0Docklands VIC, Australia-37.812308413059931 144.93590742380366-37.818580413059934 144.92582242380365 -37.806036413059928 144.94599242380366tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884921.post-73353093621777894762014-03-11T19:14:00.000+11:002014-03-13T19:37:29.830+11:00Save my tooth!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Even though I know a little secret about the Tooth Fairy, I still leave my tooth on the bench in a glass of water, hoping that a gold coin will be added to the water for me. Now I know that Tooth Fairy protocol is for the tooth to be exchanged for a coin bit I love my teeth so much that I don't actually want to give them to the Tooth Fairy, or anyone else. Instead I write a letter to request that I keep my tooth.<br />
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I hope it works again this time,<br />
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Normally when there is a discovery in the kitchen it is something gross and disgusting. Perhaps a potato that has fallen to the back of the cupboard and has gone rotten or more commonly a lunchbox is discovered weeks after it is packed and ends up looking something like this...<br />
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Sure the mouldy lunch happens a little too often but we have only been in this place for 4 months so we haven't discovered any other mouldy or rotten food hiding in the back if the cupboard or fridge. This discovery was way cooler than rotten food, and heaps more practical. Today I discovered a new drawer, right there under the oven.<br />
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This time of night on a Sunday and I should be sound asleep in bed. Instead I have stayed up late doing very little. Eventually mum sent me to bed and less tha a minute later she changed her mind and said I could get up again because of this...<br />
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... Fireworks at the end of the street. This is pretty much what I was looking at from my room too!</div>
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I am looking forward to not having to get up early in the morning, instead I can relax and enjoy the holiday. </div>
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So it had been a few days since the Color Run and still my hair is far from its natural colour. I'm not complaining, it means that I will be the most colourful kid for school photos today.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06529154364164121598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884921.post-13582469930692379632014-01-22T15:29:00.001+11:002014-01-22T15:29:52.678+11:00Learning the transport network the hard waySo today was my only "free" day, with no hockey, no training, no obligations so what did we do? No we didn't declare it a pj day and sit around watching movies all day long. Instead mum insist that i do a practice public transport run to get ready for school with me leading the way. <div><br></div><div>We were in no hurry so we didn't check timetables, just headed out. The journey started off well, not having to wait long to catch the bus or the tram. In fact we made it all the way to my school with no dramas at all. In fact it was so drama free that we decided to stop for lunch on the way back. </div><div><br></div><div>After lunch was when decisions needed to be made - Milla had a dentist appointment to get to. Should we catch all catch the tram to the dentist or should we return home and then just mum and Milla gontonthe dentist? </div><div><br></div><div>Going home first was the choice that won. Of course heading toward home, the transport connection wasn't as smooth. By the time we got to the bus stop, we had missed the bus by only a few minutes. We now had a new dilemma, wait for the next bus and be a few minutes late for the dentist or head back to try and catch the tram. Seeing that mum hates being late, we headed for the tram as mum called ahead to say they were running late. Naturally the tram had just left but another tram was in sight so it seemed we wouldn't be too late. Of course that team sat for ages without moving. Finally when it did move it was so slowly we could have walked faster. What did we do next? Not sit and enjoy the slow leisurely ride. Instead we got off and walked back to try and catch a bus. To continue with the excitement, there wasn't a bus in sight and we didn't even know where the bus stop we needed was. We tried to hail a taxi but the only taxi that stopped only stopped to tell us he wasn't taking passengers. We even tried calling for a taxi but they didn't answer the phone. Clearly getting to the dentist was going to be hard work. </div><div><br></div><div>Mum called the dentist to say that we were still stuck in Footscray. Luckily for Milla they had a cancellation so she could still go there whenever they could. So here I am, almost an hour after missing the first bus, back at the same bus stop, waiting for a bus that of course we missed by a few minutes. At least this means I get to go home instead of being bored waiting at the dentist!</div><div><br></div><div>So, what did I learn today?</div><div>1. Always get to where you are going before stopping for lunch. </div><div>2. Leave earlier than you think you need to, public transport can take forever and it always takes longer than you imagined. If it doesn't take ages you get to where you need to be you will be early and that is good too. </div><div>3. Make a decision, stick to it and see it through, heaps of time is wasted each time you change your mind. </div><div>4. Mum's brain must still be broken, she has forgotten how to make a decision!</div><div>5. Running late is better on a full stomach however, running through the suburbs with a full stomach is less fun!</div><div><br></div><div>Most importantly it isn't what I have learnt, it is more important that I have convinced mum that I can read timetables, make contingency plans and I will have no hassles getting to school on my own next week!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06529154364164121598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884921.post-91797175307001327112013-12-25T10:04:00.000+11:002013-12-29T22:08:22.774+11:00Tricking Santa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You know that big guy in the red suit that visits all the good kids on Christmas Eve, well I really want to meet him but it seems he is pretty tricky to catch. One year he delivered a set of bunk beds to AJ and I for Christmas and he managed to build them in our bedroom without waking us.<br />
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It seems that my ankle tying trick of last year didn't work, this year I would upgrade my tying techniques and tie my foot into my Santa bag.<br />
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So mum missed the big move today because she was stuck in hospital. Luckily she did get to escape for a few hours because apparently in the madness of the moving, Rebel disappeared. It wasn't surprising really, she is a strange fraidy-cat who hates loud noises and I would imagine that having a house full of stompy people moving furniture she was bound to go into hiding. Dad was really worried about her but since he is loud and stompy too, there was no way she was going to come out of hiding for him and he had no idea where she was.<br />
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Last night, I had planned to finish packing and then sneak in and get photos of you both sleeping soundly for the last time in our Kensington house. Unfortunately that isn't what happened. I wasn't feeling so well and I had a bit of a fever so instead I went to bed. By the time dad finished doing whatever he was doing, my fever was pretty high so I decided that if I went in to the hospital, they could run some tests and give me some IV fluids so I would have the energy to move today. <br />
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I am just about to head down to Icehouse from our new apartment. I decided that I really should do a warmup before I hit the ice, but instead of doing my warmup at the rink, I headed down to the gym in our building with the rest of the family. As they were checking out the equipment, I headed in to the off-ice room (other people call this the yoga room!) to do my stretches.<br />
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The view in my room is a little different, you can see all the way from Port Phillip Bay in one direction, right around to Kensington in the other! I didn't think to get a photo from my room but that's OK, this is just a sneak peek of our new place, soon we will have eleventy billion photos to show you. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06529154364164121598noreply@blogger.com0New Quay Promenade, Docklands VIC, Australia-37.8149611 144.9418673-37.818097099999996 144.9368248 -37.8118251 144.94690980000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884921.post-56450237527702675442013-11-13T16:11:00.000+11:002014-05-23T16:12:18.863+10:00Billy and the Wool!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06529154364164121598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884921.post-56056202740565807512013-09-01T23:13:00.000+10:002013-09-04T23:17:52.221+10:00Going bush for Father's Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In amongst all the crazy, we kinda almost nearly forgot about Father's Day. Well we knew that it was Father's Day but we just didn't have time to plan anything special for the day. When we found out that Ellen and Sarah were going for a hike at Werribee Gorge, we decided to join them after soccer, after all, the sun was shining and it is spring! <br />
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Everyone knows that you should love and respect yourself but every now and then it is easy to forget. With all of the crazy busy that has been happening around here lately, I thought I might need a little reminder so I wrote "I (heart) ME" on my hand. Of course I didn't have a shower before I went to bed and this happened...<br />
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We had an unexpected adventure for Mother's Day - we HAD to go in to Docklands and sign house contracts. Yep, that's right, we have bought a new home, an apartment in at Docklands. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06529154364164121598noreply@blogger.com0New Quay Promenade, Docklands VIC, Australia-37.8149611 144.9418673-37.818097099999996 144.9368248 -37.8118251 144.94690980000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884921.post-18572525659754123662013-05-12T20:35:00.000+10:002013-06-04T20:48:28.785+10:00A Day for Mum<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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After Milla's soccer game, we headed out to visit Grandma so we could have some fun and so dad could wish his mum a happy Mother's Day. We could have stayed all day but since it was mum's choice, we headed back to Docklands to go to the hockey - <a href="http://www.melbourneice.com.au/" target="_blank">Melbourne Ice</a> were playing again.<br />
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And because it was Mother's Day, a heap of mum's got to do chuck-a-puck and mum was one of the lucky mums, along with Webby's mum and the Wong's mum. Mum didn't quite win, but was a close second (just like Milla was when she did chuck-a-puck!) and was lucky enough to get a Melbourne Ice Chocolate Puck!<br />
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Did you remember to do something nice for your mum for Mother's Day?</div>
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Love AJ and Milla<br />
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PS - this is <a href="http://superrelish.blogspot.com.au/2013/05/moving-on-up.html" target="_blank">one of the other things we did</a> for Mother's Day, I think mum was pretty happy about it!</div>
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It isn't every day that a kid gets to play ice hockey in front of a packed house at <a href="http://www.icehouse.com.au/" target="_blank">Icehouse</a> but luckily for me, that is what happened today. My second hockey game for the day was a cross-ice demonstration game after the first period of the <a href="http://www.melbourneice.com.au/" target="_blank">Melbourne Ice</a> game. <br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">It was a little chaotic with heaps of little kids on the ice but pretty good practice to get used to playing in front of crowds. </span></div>
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When I play for Melbourne Ice, I will be playing in front of crowds like this every week!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06529154364164121598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884921.post-17109373114734588452013-05-11T16:10:00.000+10:002013-05-16T16:11:46.379+10:00I'm a Pirate<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well I have to say that the long drives to Oakleigh have been well worth it - I am now a Pirate! Not a pirate with a sword and a hook instead of a hand but a pirate with a hockey stick and a new jersey.<br />
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At training this morning my coach said I was ready to play in the game. I was so excited, I couldn't wait. Luckily the game was only a few hours after training!<br />
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It was pretty awesome playing in a real match. It was so fast and so competitive, heaps more fun than training or even scrimmage. I had heaps of ice time and even got an assist with only a minute to play. The final score was 4 - 4. </div>
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I can't wait until my next game.</div>
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When dad came back from Vegas he had heaps of awesome surprises for us, even some <a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/product/9e07/" target="_blank">Astronaut Ice Cream</a>. We decided that today was the perfect day to try our ice-cream as an after school snack.<br />
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It was weird to eat. It was dry and powdery. When the pieces of ice-cream melted on your tongue it actually tasted like neapolitan ice-cream. The initial taste was delicious. The taste a few seconds later wasn't so nice. In fact the taste left in your mouth was like the taste you have in your mouth in the morning when you have a giant glass of milk before bed and then forget to brush your teeth. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06529154364164121598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884921.post-55550369767424523232013-05-04T16:23:00.000+10:002013-06-04T20:24:49.030+10:00How to buy a new house (and turn your world upside down) the superRelish way<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Now this story starts <a href="http://superrelish.blogspot.com.au/2013/04/how-to-fill-in-time.html" target="_blank">a couple of weeks ago</a> when mum and dad decided that they would go for a wander around Docklands instead of sitting and watching us skate all day long and ended up with us exploring display suites and pretending we were going to move to Docklands. Well today, mum decided that she needed to convince herself that she didn't want live at <a href="http://www.newquay.com.au/assets/Uploads/11v2.jpg" target="_blank">The Quays</a> and that meant that she wanted to go and have another look at the display suite to prove to herself that it was too small, that the kitchen wasn't practical and that she really didn't want to down-size. <br />
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Boring… been there and done that! Instead of joining her, Milla and I went home with dad and mum and Ellen went off to explore the display suites. Well this is the shorter story of what happened next.<br />
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First off, instead of deciding that she couldn't possibly down-size and live in a small apartment, mum decided that she really really really wanted to live there. The only problem was that someone else already had the apartment on reserve and were thinking of buying it. She called dad (using Ellen's phone because hers had a flat battery… again) to let him know that she loved the place but was disappointed that someone else was going to buy it. Mum decided that if it was meant to be, it would happen and wandered off down the promenade to explore some more before walking home. <br />
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Now naturally the sales person checked in with the people who wanted to buy the apartment and found out that they weren't ready to commit to the sale, that meant it was available and ours if we wanted it. She couldn't call mum so she called dad. Dad tried to call Ellen to work out what to do but her phone had gone flat too. He wasn't sure what he should do but took a punt and headed in to the bank to even see if we could afford the apartment. Apparently most people talk to the bank way before they fall in love with a new place!<br />
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So it turns out that we could afford the apartment so dad transferred the holding deposit and had whatever paperwork needed to get a new home loan started. He got home from the bank just after mum walked in and said that we had plans for the morning - WE HAD TO GO AND SIGN A NEW HOUSE CONTRACT!<br />
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<a href="http://www.newquay.com.au/apartments/the-quays/gallery/" target="_blank">Check out the photo gallery</a> of the place we will soon call home :-)</div>
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I guess we had better start thinking of packing soon!</div>
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Love AJ and Milla</div>
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