tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55825165266450923412024-02-18T21:21:51.183-08:00SlobberdogblogA fascinating journey through life by two supersillious twin boys!Thea Jarvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846733085050816820noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582516526645092341.post-45148689891090118012011-06-05T11:27:00.001-07:002011-06-05T11:27:29.530-07:00Please follow this link for news about Tommy's accident<a href="http://pippaspassions.blogspot.com/2011/06/tommy-hurt.html">http://pippaspassions.blogspot.com/2011/06/tommy-hurt.html</a>Thea Jarvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846733085050816820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582516526645092341.post-41182572387647097932011-05-20T23:43:00.000-07:002011-05-21T02:29:37.767-07:00METRODOG!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue;">Kdish-doof doof! I call Slobberdog M-E-T-R-O-D-O-G just for today because he’s like a Superhero to all of us. Like if someone (a robber or something) comes to TLC to do harm, he always comes to attack them. Then we all yell at him ... "SLOBBERDOG STOP T-H-A-T! ... but secretly we are giggling because we know that even if this person LOOKS good, he's probably a baddie on the inside!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Sis, Kieran. That's a bit mean. What about poor Roseta. He always wanted to bite her and she was like 80 years old and never harmed a soul. Don't tell people we don't care when he scares them. That's just like ... well, it's like Slobberdog's a trained villain. Scary like ... HAW-HAW-HAW! But he's not actually. He's just a dog ... who doesn't always understand things. Like WHY does he go for people who wear beanies? Makes no sense.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, Jesse is wrong because Metrodog will always be my hero! There’s this movie called MEGAMIND. Ya, and Metroman saves the day when Megamind comes to do evil things. But Metroman was DEAD to everyone, but he was actually hiding in the old Shoolhouse. When he was like, young, he went to ... like a school but they called it a shool and he was always the odd one out. The screw up. The black sheep. </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Shame! I’m lucky I'm not the black sheep in my family. </span><span style="color: blue;">How do you know that Jess? How can you say that for sure-sure? What if you are?</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Kieran are you crazy? How can you say that? Right here in front of Mommy and everything. You need a knuckle on the head, bro ... and you'll get one too ... now carry on with your stuff ... you are getting on my nerves now.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Okay, I was only joking, Jesse. You know we are twins, hey? So if you are half a black sheep, then I am the other half. So that means I have to be joking, right? Well, anyway, to get back to Metrodog. These people called Metroman Mr. Goody-two-shoes because he’s like, <strong>GOOD</strong>! <span style="color: red;">Like with awesome hair.</span> He fills their affects with deliciousness. So I will too, make this poppered corn. </span><span style="color: red;">Oh come on Kieran, you are like saying the movie, word for word. </span><span style="color: blue;">I know. Do want me to do more? </span><span style="color: red;">No!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">No! So now its my turn. And I want to say this ... I’m so happy. My birthday is coming up soon. This is going to be such an exciting day. The four presents that I really want from my Mom is HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART ONE, Narnia Number 1 and 2. And something that I am so desperate for. Oh, I forgot what it is now! LOL. ..... Uhmmmmm?</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">No! I really don’t remember. I’ll have to think about it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I want to talk about SuperSlobberdogBlog. That’s for Slobberdog.</span><span style="color: blue;"> (Metrodog is much better!)</span> <span style="color: red;">Slobberdog’s powers are his saliva ... with which swots people in the face <strong>eeeeew! </strong> His sharp teeth are like bear’s teeth and his farts is so deadly if you smell it, you will probably die. And his awesomeness is his gorgeous, loveable face! And that’s my opinion of Slobberdog’s Superpowers!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Last night we were playing a game – a scary game, called the Song of Death. We are only halfway through. But it is one of the scariest games ever. But not scarier than the Hook Man. Hooh! Golly that game just scares me out! So I hope we can play that game today sometime if Pippa has time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">By the way, you see, we were very late to do our blog because Pippa went to Germany and Denmark and Mom was alone and it was hard for her. So she was alone here with us with Mother’s Day when we wanted to wish all the Mothers on this Blog Happy Mother’s Day! I was very sad that Mommy had mother’s day alone without Pippa because she wasn’t there. But she’s back now so everything is fun again and she brought the games with her ... so that’s why we are playing them and they are great fun.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">They are like DVD Games put Pippa projects them on the wall and then we can all have a say on what to do and she controls everything. It's really cool. We all love it. Last night we only got to bed at 11 o'clock!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, when I go out for my birthday I am going cry in front of my Mom because there are so many things I want ... and want to do. Like I want to go to The Boma Restaurant, or the movies to watch Pirates of the Carribean 4. But it’s all so complicated ... </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;">Don't use that word, Kieran!</span> Why not? <span style="color: red;">Because it's an adult word, and I don't like it. It freaks me out!</span> WHAT?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Ok then. The best presents that I would like is Harry Potter 7 (The Game). Spiderwick Chronicals, the movie. An electric guitar, maybe. Did we already tell you that Aunty Lynn and Papa Ron bought Tommy this GREAT drum set. He can play them already. But Amy plays them better. Even Tommy admits that.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">We went to see the movie, RIO with Fiona. It was such ... well, the best movie ever. I think we would see very few movies if it wasn't for Fiona. Well, Jesse ... everyone was teasing him. They made him very angry.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Yes, because they were calling me Jessi – CAH!!! And I hate that ... I wanted to tease them back but I know that’s not the right thing to do. I don't know why people would want to do that when they know it drives people crazy. C-R-A-Z-Y! ... I-T ... D-R-I-V-E-S ... M-E ... C-R-A-Z-Z-Y!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Well anyway I'm not talking about that anymore! Yadedadedadedah! I would like to say hello to ... Lizzy Simon and them. How are you all doing? I miss you all so much. I hope I see you again, Lizzy because every day I think of you. Love you lots, Jesse.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Travaughna thank you again for the lovely Christmas presents especially the Canadian T-shirt. It’s a bit big but when summer comes it will fit me for sure.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">My turn! Hi Anne. Thanks about the Pilgrim’s Progress news. It was such a great thing to hear that. I never thought that you would get to watch it, and we even thought maybe we should send you ours. But I just love it too much. The thought of sending it all the way across the sea? Oh no! I just couldn't. Sorry Anne. But that's okay cause now you have it, right? You wrote in your e-mail that you would send a DVD or something. What is it called? I am so interested to know because when you are a farmboy like me, you just love all that stuff like movies and DVD's.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">You know what everybody? I went to the heart doctor last week and it was such fun. He is a really cool doctor and he said he was going to read my blog. His name is Dr. Harrisberg. Maybe he won't really read my blog, but it made me happy that he said that! The Doctor said I am doing great. I grew 4 cms and I put on 2 Kgs. He thinks its very good that I am doing homeschooling now. He looked at my heart on his scan machine for a long time - like hours, it felt like. And he thought it’s amazing. I think he was amazed that I am still alive with my heart.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, there’s this new teacher called Carol that is helping me with my homeschooling. She is the best teacher ever and she tells me stuff that I can understand in my own head and so I do well. You know sometimes teachers teach you stuff but it stays in their heads ... it doesn't transform into your own head. After she taught me my maths, I got 100% and so did Benjamin! Now THAT’s a good teacher! I keep meaning to ask Mom to take a picture of her for the blog, but I always forget.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">She also spoils us quite a lot and takes us for ice-creams and interesting places. She even took us to MacDonalds. It was so great. I just LOVE CAROL TOO MUCH! She is the wind beneath my heart! LOL (But actually my Mom is mostly.) But I love George too ... hey ... he’s like the greatest man I have ever known and I am so lucky that he is my teacher. I never, ever ever want him to go! Plus ... at the end of the year or something, George is going to take Benjamin and I out to the movies.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And on the 1st July, Harry Potter Part 2 is coming in the Movies. It is going to be awesome. I feel sure I am going to see it, but maybe I won’t ... I don’t know yet.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And I have this great news about my big brother, Crispin. Yesterday his school team (Parktown) played Rugby against St. Davids again and they beat them ... 29 – 0! Isn’t that shocking? LOL. I think that's what's called a hollow beating. I was so surprised and so proud of my brother. He's the best. Like our champion! He says he's not trying to be ugly to St. David's anymore now. He knows Parktown can beat them. He's not cross about that stuff anymore because they wouldn't let him go to their school and stuff. He says he must respect St. David's because it's Joshua and Reuel's school ... and we must also respect it. So yeah ... we will. Anyway, thank goodness I never ever have to go to one of those schools.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Okay, now I remember, the other movie I want is Prince of Persia it is a very good movie and I like it very much. In November, I might go and see the next TWILIGHT movie. And you should know this ... my friend, Alison, said she couldn’t believe that we watched Twilight, because she hates it and thinks its evil. She only watched it because her friend forced her watch to it. Well, I think Alison is wrong ... ALISON .. YOU ARE WRONG! Twilight is not evil.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">The next Twilight is called BREAKING DAWN. Wow! LISTEN to those words ... its like the DAWN is making a loud sound. It’s going to be so cool. I really want to get this movie because I already have the other three. And I also want to get all the Harry Potters, all the way up.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;"><strong>CHRISTIAN</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">My Mom adores Christian. His name used to be Chance. And the funny thing his, my Mom gave him that name when he was born. But then it turned out he could not be adopted and so Pippa adopted him, and when she did ~ Pippa and Mom wanted to change his name because they didn’t think that Chance was a good, strong name. But his second name is Christian (actually ALL our second names are Christian). So we all started to call him Christian instead of Chance. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">He was SO HAPPY when they started to call him Christian. The very minute they told him his name was Christian now he went around and told everybody “My name is Christian now. Don’t call me Chance anymore.” And if you forgot and called him Chance by mistake, he would get very cross and say “Stop calling me Chance. My name is Christian!” </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Then just before Pippa actually adopted him he had to get a new birth certificate and Pippa asked him if he wanted to keep the names Chance Christian and he said no, he didn’t like the Chance part. He just wanted the Christian part. So Pippa told him if he wanted to he could still choose ANOTHER name instead of Chance. So he told her he wanted the name David. So now he name is actually DAVID CHRISTIAN. But we are calling him Christian. And hardly anybody still calls him Chance nowadays because he gets upset when you do.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">My Mom loves Christian so much because she says he has an amazing spirit (but he’s actually very naughty). But not ugly naughty ... just like mischievous, silly naughty. When Pippa shouts and him for doing naughty stuff you can see my Mom has this twinkle in her eyes and she just wants to laugh. And sometimes Pippa ... she like keeps her lips together and mumbles to Mom quietly ... and she says ... “Don’t you DARE laugh!” and then my Mom makes a very cross and serious face for a short time and sometimes she has to leave the room.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Christian has the greatest laugh and the most amazing smile. You just can’t be cross with him when he smiles at you after he’s done a mean thing. I can understand why Mommy thinks it’s hard to stay cross with him. I wonder what’s going to happen next year when he starts school. Ooooh boy! I hope he doesn’t get Mrs. Proudfoot. He’s going to get that smile wiped right off his chubby little face. <span style="color: blue;">Hmm</span><span style="color: blue;">-hmmm ... that’s so true! </span> He’d better watch himself. Or maybe he will get Ms. Schlebush. She’s sweet and kind and remember what a miracle she did with Theresa. Theresa was also very naughty in the beginning but Mrs. Schlebush was sweet and kind and she still got Theresa to be good in the end. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Okay Jesse shoosh now. Just let say our stuff so we can get done. ... </span><span style="color: blue;">So then I just want to tell you this last bit of news that was the best thing that ever happened here at TLC. Guess what? Similo and Nadia came back. They didn't like to stay with that other aunty and Nadia performed so much the aunty called Pippa and asked her to fetch them straight away. So Pippa did! She jumped in her car and raced off to Soweto and brought them home. And we were all waiting for them. Waiting and waiting very impatiently. And then they suddenly arrived and EVERYBODY in the whole house was howling we were all so happy to have them back. The volunters, the staff, the kids, my Mom ... everybody was howling. And Nadia was wailing so loud like a lost sheep or goat or something. So Mom says ... now they are staying. No matter what. She will never allow such a thing to happen to them again. I do hope she is telling the truth. </span><span style="color: red;">Yeah ... none of this complicated stuff!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I want to talk about Easter today. Easter is coming up and it is the day when Jesus was crucified, died and was buried and on then on the third day he went to hell and after he freed all the people down there, (especially Judas, Adam and Eve and all the people who had sinned against him - that's why they were in hell - but they repented when they saw him). Then after that he ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of God of the Father.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And we watched this South African movie called LAUGH OUT LOUD ... that stands for LOL. That thing was so funny. It said that Aliens were going to come with a space ship ... and they were talking to this guy from the programme Carte Blanche ... I think his name is Bongani ... he is very serious and does serious programme. And he really believed these people who played the trick about the Aliens on him. It was very funny and we all laughed a lot.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I want to talk about going camping with my brothers, Erin, Carlton and me. It was a special camp. Our friend, Fiona paid for us to go. At first I thought it was going to be boring. But when I got there, I immediately made so many friends. Afrikaans, English, Zulu, Coloured. It was cool and we had a lot of fun. I am going to show you some pictures now:</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">First of all I want to tell you about the Snake Pit. It was muddy! Disgusting! We went through this tunnel and my friend, Daniel, threw pit mud (snake poo) in my eye. I was crying. Tear rolling down my cheeks. I went to the bathroom. Had to go back and start all over again. Got to where the Bumblebees were (that was my group). We went over the crocodile river with a rope (like George of the Jungle ... Aaaahwooooo!) Finally we got to the maze. I had no shoes on so I got pricked by thorns. Like those thick long thorns that they put on Jesus’ head! But I still carried on. Until we got the end, had a group ‘photo, showered, ate lunch and then we went to play some games.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We also did archery the next day. I confessed to my group. I said I have a confession to make. I am not good at archery. LOL. They said ... “Aaaah. It’s okay Jess.” I only shot two arrow onto the board and all the others missed completely. And I was competing with my friend, Daniel. I said “If I get all my arrows in, you have to give me an ice cream from the tuck shop.” And he said, “But if I win, YOU have to buy me biltong from the tuck shop.” And he won. So I had to buy him biltong which is a lot more expensive than ice cream. The worst part was that he I had to watch him eat that delicious biltong, which I paid for, and he did not even share one piece with me! So I called him a selfish old pig! Maybe that was a bit rude, hey?</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">The next interesting thing we did was the low rope walking. If we got to the end, you would become an angel! What I mean by angel is you get to help the other people going on the rope because some of them were wiggly and scared. And I managed to become an angel without any help. It was a cool part. I helped many people, specially my friend, Kgosi. His legs were shaking and I had to help him. And eventually, my whole group became angels. And then we did our motto ... ‘BUMBLE BEES.’ And then at the end a real bumble bee came to me and I said “Guys, I am really scared of bees.” and so I ran away.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Then there was the snake. I think there was only one. But there were lots of animals. On the day we had the snake thing, I was having a nap. I was so tired from all the stuff we were doing! But then Graeme woke me up. He said “Jesse, come and have a photo with the snake. If you don’t you won’t get tuck shop.” So I ran and I was really scared because actually I don’t like snakes. I don’t even like our own snakes. But I conquered my fear and I managed to take a picture with the snake and it was cool.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">On the last day we had to do a dorm inspection and after the dorm inspection which was good, Graeme took a picture of our whole cabin crew and it was cool because it is a special picture for me to look at and to remember my friends at Camp Nelu.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Tne last thing about roses and thorns. We had to say our things, mine, Carlton’s and Erins. Erin’s rose was coming here (to Camp Nelu). And his thorn was nothing. (wierd). Carlton’s rose was being a part of the Scorpions (which was his group). And his thorn was the snake pit. My thorn was us coming second because the Scorpions won and the Bumble Bees came second. And my rose was going home. And all the people were staring at me going ... “That’s not a nice thing!” But I just said ... “I wanna go home. I am very homesick. And I miss my Mom!” And then all of them started saying ... “Me too! Me too! I wanna go home too!”</span><span style="color: red;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">A few days ago we wanted to start our blog. We were thinking about what we should tell, and then Mom said let’s go and take some nice pictures of you guys with the new goats and calves. So we were very excited to do that and I went to put my shoes on, but Jesse said ... “No, no. I don’t need shoes!” And he wouldn’t put his shoes on.</span><span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">But first of all I should tell you that I was the one who went to Bloemfontein with Rhys to go and get the big Daddy Goat. I call him Billy Goat Gruff because he is so big ... just like the big billy goat gruff story. But his real name is Zeus. He is big, white and has a long white beard.</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;"></span><span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So we went outside. It was a lovely day. And first we tried to get near to the goats, but they just ran away. Then we tried to get near to the little calves, but they also ran away. Mom was saying, “Go quietly. Don’t run. Don’t yell!” But even so we couldn’t get near to them.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Then Jesse went running off and he chased all of them into the veld piece where there are lots of black jacks. Black jacks are horribly thorny things that stick all over your clothes. Because Jesse didn’t have shoes on, they got in his feet and he was yelling for help. H got stuck there and he couldn’t move. He was just standing there looking pathetic.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Jesse kept yelling! "Kieran come and help me. My feet are full of thorns. Please come and help get me out of here Kieran or I will die here!" I said "You should have worn shoes you moegoe!" But I did go and save him because he is my brother. But it was hard work, him hanging on my shoulders through all those blackjacks. But we kind of helped each other through.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">But then just before we got all the way back, Jesse just gave an evil laugh and pulled away from me and left me right there in the black jacks. So Mom had to come and give me a hand because I was all tied up in the black jacks. What a mean, ungrateful brother!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">We gave up on the goats and the calves because they were so fast and we really couldn’t get them to stop, and be nice so that we could take a lovely picture with all of them!</span><span style="color: blue;"></span><span style="color: blue;"></span><span style="color: blue;"> </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Then we walked past the sheep pen and the three sheep were standing there. They had been watching us chasing the goats and the calves and when I looked at them I thought that they were smiling at us. So Mom said, to Jesse ... “Well, because you didn’t manage to get a nice picture with the goats and the calves, why don’t we try all these old sheep. They know us because they are very old.” So Jesse said, “Good idea” and he jumped over the fence and the sheep nearly had a heart attack and started running away from him. Jesse kept yelling “Kieran, come and help me, man! Please man. Come and help me. It will be easier if there are two of us.” But I said no, because I was still cross because he left me after I helped him out of the blackjacks. And then he just ran off.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">The sheep were much too clever and fast for Jesse. They just ran around the sheep-pen in circles until Jesse was exhausted and he said ... Let’s take pictures of the guinea pigs rather!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I once rode on a sheep before. I really did. Nobody believes me because nobody took a picture, but I did. I promise! I acted like the sheep was a horse. I kicked it softly in the tummy and said ... "come on lets go!" ... and off it went. And we went. And I went Weehaa with a little stick. But I didn’t whip it. I’m serious but Mom says I’m fibbing. I’m going to show her after this ... hahahahaha! I can't keep a straight face ... I just can't!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">After Jesse came out of the sheep pen Crispin came to us on the bike. He said ... “What are you guys doing? Why are you chasing all the animals?” Jesse said that we wanted to take some nice pictures of us with the new baby animals. Crispin said ... but the old sheep are not baby animals. So Jesse said ... yes but we didn’t get any nice pictures with the baby animals, so we tried the old animals. Then Crispin said it wasn’t so good for animals when they get chased. They get stressed. We should stop. So we just walked off.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">See that tree behind Crispin? That tree is dead. It died because once we had the pig-pen there and the pigs rubbed the bottom of the tree very hard and it made the tree die.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">Yes and Mom wants Rhys to cut that tree down because one day she saw some colourful stuff in that tree and when she looked properly she saw it was the lions! (The big toddlers). She was terrified because there were no men at home and no big kids. So then Joanna came and she had to climb up the tree and bring them down, one by one. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">But wait! I wanted to tell you something really cool about Crispin, hey! You see he wanted to go to Joshua and Reuel’s school, St. Davids, really, really badly, hey. But they wouldn’t take him because they said his work was not up to their standard. Mom was very sad about that. She wanted us all to go there because it’s a Catholic school and she thought that it would be very good for us boys. She even cried for a while until Rhys got Crispin into Parktown Boys’ High School. Then she wiped her tears away and said ... well, she will have to start becoming a fan of Parktown’s now, because we are probably all going to go there from now on when the time comes for us to go to High School.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">But Crispin wasn’t sad. Not at all. Because Rhys went to Parktown Boys’ High and so even though Crispin wanted to go to St. David’s at first, when they said that about him not being good enough, he thought it was a bit rude and he said he never wanted to go there now and he thinks Parktown is the best school in the whole, wide world.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Crispin is very, very good at rugby. And before he started at Parktown, he said to us one day, when all us boys were sitting in the kitchen, he said this: “I just want the chance to beat the hell out of St. David’s on the rugby field. That will be my revenge.” We all laughed. Even Mommy. She said ... “You go get’em my boy!”</span><span style="color: red;"><br /></span><span style="color: red;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Every time he saw his coach smiling and smiling on the side – and clapping. Imagine! Having your COACH clap you. Like you are David Beckham or somebody. That’s so cool. We are so proud of Crispin. He is not usually a fighter but he puts all his fighting spirit into his rugby. But it is a bit hard when two of your brothers are still at St. David’s. It’s kind of awkward. But we have to cheer for Crispin now, because we know we will all be going to Parktown from now on. But when St. David’s plays another school that’s not Parktown I think we will cheer for them. After all, Joshua and Reuel are our brothers too. But Joshua and Reuel will only be at St. Davids this year and next year, so after that we can all do as we please. That’s all I have to say about that.</span><span style="color: red;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Mom and Pippa say we mustn’t worry he won’t cry for us too much, and that he loves his aunty very much. But I am not sure if you can really love an aunty like you can love your brothers. My heart tells me that there’s no way. But for poor Similo’s sake, I must say I hope they are telling the truth because I know if it was me it would break my heart to lose my family and go and live with some aunty in Soweto. With no brothers ... just 6 sisters! I get homesick just after a few days at a camp. How will Similo feel if it is forever. Sometimes I don’t understand grown ups. I don’t understand that word, COMPLICATED. What does that mean, actually? I think it’s just word adults use when they’ve done something that’s not fair.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, we are going to say goodbye now. We wanted to do a Family Focus of Christian today, but Mom says the post is too long because JESSE TALKS TOO MUCH! LOL! So bye for now everybody and see you all again one of these days.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Oh yes, Travaughna I wanted to tell you that my Christmas present did come. Thank you very very much. It was just a week later than Kierans. I was so happy and relievd when I got it because I was sad when I thought you forgot about me ...LOL ... but now I'm happy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"> I really do feel ashamed of myself. And so does Kieran. <span style="color: blue;">Yes! So do I!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">It seems like a year ago that we did our Slobberdog blog. There were so many things that got in the way. And you know when you stop doing something, then you get out of the habit.</span> Yes, and then after a while you don’t even remember HOW you did it anymore. You don’t know how to work your brain to think up the stories anymore.<span style="color: blue;"> I know. It’s just weird like after a while you don’t even FEEL like doing it anymore. You get kind of lazy. Your whole brain goes floppy and doesn’t want to do it anymore. Like the writers always say it’s called writers block.</span> Yes, that’s what it’s like. Like a great big block in the head. No blood flowing anymore.<br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Okay, that’s enough now, Jesse. Are you going to start?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span id="goog_756989346"></span><span id="goog_756989347"></span><br />Yes! Well about a week ago I went with Hannah Dobson and Kieran to the Glen. It was so fun. We were so excited to be with her again. We haven’t seen her in a very long time. So I was very happy. Me and Kieran were very polite to the waiters and Hannah said we had such good manners. (She did!) <span style="color: blue;">Yes she really did hey. She even said that to Mommy. And Mommy just smiled and said “Oh you good boys. I am so proud!” LOL!</span> LOL!<br /><br />I will never forget that day. <br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">So now it’s my chance.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Hey everyone! I am very sorry that we couldn’t write. Please come back to us. I don’t want to go down in history as having the worst blog ever. You know like ... it’s such a shameful thing. Like ... yes it’s like committing blog suicide. Imagine! I wonder how many blog suicides there have been in this world. Must be a trillion. It’s so very bad nobody ever talks about blog suicide. People are just too embarrassed to talk about it. It like brings shame on the whole family. </span>Kieran ... GROW UP!<br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Okay, okay! Becky you are the best! And Mairi you still haven’t sent me that picture of me and you. Travaughna, THANK YOU for the T-shirt and the pictures and the sweets. Mom took a photo. We will put it up now-now. It’s a bit big, but it is so nice.</span> (It’s just that you forgot JESSE!) :-) But I’m not saying that in a mean way! It's just that it's true ... YOU FORGOT J-E-S-S-E!<br /><span id="goog_475677529"></span><span id="goog_475677530"></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br /><span style="color: blue;">Okay, Hello Ceri. I wanted to tell you that Harry Potter 7 is coming out on DVD on the 12th April. Isn’t that awesome? My brother just pushed in front of me in getting it! But I don’t mind, he can get it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Oh, ya! I went to Gold Reef City. Ben and I went with Christian and Heidi. Oh my goodness! It was SO awesome. Except every single time I wanted to go on a scary ride, I heard the voice of my mother in my head saying “Don’t go on there!” And then I don’t want to go and I only went on about 2 rides because the other rides were too scary. </span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">That’s so weird, because when I was just a little kid ... like about 4 or 5 years old I always went on all the scary rides when my Mom didn’t know. She was always cross with me when I got home and showed her the photo’s of me on those big rides. And she was cross with the people who took me. She would point her finger at them and say ‘YOU - WILL – NEVER – EVER – TAKE – HIM – ANYWHERE – AGAIN – DO – YOU – HEAR – ME? BECAUSE - I – CANNOT – TRUST - YOU!” And she would shake her finger very hard between every word. But now ... now that I am big ... I am terrified of going on most of the rides. I just keep thinking ... what if my heart stops? What will Mom do without me? She will be so sad. I just can’t do it. God won’t let me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Mighty is Pippa’s 3rd heart-kid. He turned 8 in October and is in Grade 2. Pippa loves him so much, and he is really nice little guy. We all love him. He’s just got one of those kind of nice ways about him that makes everybody love him. We all think he’s a lovely boy. He always smiles about everything and that’s amazing because he has a few things wrong with him, and he has to take just about a bucket full of medicine every day. <span style="color: blue;">No man Jesse that’s not true. You’ll make people think he’s a freak!</span> Ah well okay then, maybe just a cup of medicine. A cup of tablets is bad enough, right? Anyway, it’s not the kind of medicine that Paul has to take. Paul has to take medicine because when he doesn’t he wants to kill people. LOL! But Mighty ... well, he’s just got body problems and his body gets sick when he doesn’t take the medicines.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">Our birthday is coming up in two months. And then our blog will be one year old! We will be 12. TWELVE! How cool is that? But it will be nicer to be 13. Then we’ll belong to the brotherhood. Except we don’t think there’s going to be a brotherhood anymore.</span> Don’t say that Kieran. <span style="color: blue;">Well, that’s what Mom and Pippa said, anyway.</span> They didn’t mean it. Don’t talk about it. It was just because of the money. But it will be fine. You’ll see.<br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Okay, well anyway, one day I am going to get a guitar and drums. They are so cool. I'll have a real band! But it’s too much money for now, so that’s why I am saving up and then my Mom will take me to the shops and I will get them. Also, I am getting an harmonica. Is that AN harmonica or A harmonica? Not sure.</span><br /><br />Guess what, everybody? We got a new Polo. (CAR - not peppermint) It looks much better than the other one because the other one is full of Reuel’s junk. <span style="color: blue;">Because the Saints leave their breakfast bowls and things in the car because they have to leave home early for school – like before 6 - and don’t have time to eat their breakfast before they leave.</span> The new Polo is a lovely car and is so nice and relaxing. Pippa loves it. She wants it to be her car. She said ... this is what she said: “Pippa’s Polo! Doesn’t it have a nice ring to it?” Mom just laughed. Pippa never gets to keep anything. Specially cars. In no time it becomes everybody’s car.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">The other sad thing is that Christian and Heidi left. I was so sad I wanted to cry. But I didn’t. I was very brave. But I felt very sad inside.</span> <span style="color: blue;">Well, I really did cry. Like Waaaahh! The way a baby cries. Like real tears. And Heidi cried too!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Something <strong>bad</strong> is happening in Japan. </span><span style="color: blue;">And we are all going to die ... Aaaaah! The world’s going to end. Aaaaah! Slobberdog is sitting on my legs.</span> <span style="color: red;"> Kieran you’re nuts. Don't be silly about this. It's very serious.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">There was a Tsunami on Friday. There was a big earthquake and that’s what made the Tsunami come. I feel very sad for the people who lost their homes and some people lost their families and some parents lost their kids and some kids lost their families. Lost! Lost! Lost! I hope they all find each other again. But nah ... I don’t think they will, hey! All that sssstuffff. That rubbish ... all on top of everything. Cars, boats, trains, houses, rubbish. Ugh! No. You couldn’t. I don’t think so. You couldn’t find somebody every again if you see all that stuff. I hope Japan doesn’t have any more bad things happening to that country. Not ever again. Enough is enough. That’s what I say.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">Pray for Japan everyone. Actually, we should pray for every country in the world. </span><br /><br />I think this would be a good prayer: Come on everybody, say this good prayer with me:<br /><br />God our Father please help all the people in the world who have no real homes to live in. <br /><br />People who have to leave their homes, families and friends. <br /><br />Who have to live in tents or shelters. <br /><br />May they soon have new homes and friends who care about them. <br /><br />Please comfort them and make them feel safe again. <br /><br />Father we think of the people who have no homes right now.<br /><br />May they find a shelter from the storm. I think it’s cold there right now. <br /><br />We hold them in our hearts Lord and lift them up to you.<br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">That was so cool, Jesse. Say another one.</span><br /><br />Okay!<br /><br />Dear Jesus,<br /><br />Thank you for all the men and women who risk their lives to rescue people when they are in danger. They sail lifeboats and fly helicopters and make dangerous journeys to try and make people safe again. Please help them to do their jobs well. <br /><br />Thank you dear Jesus for hospitals and for the doctors and nurses who work there. Thank you for the skills and knowledge they use to help make people better and keep them healthy. Amen.<br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">I am enjoying home-school very much. We even do exams. Like REAL exams. We have to dress smart and we go down to the office and it’s got to be quiet and then we do real exams. </span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Guess what ... I now have my own e-mail. But I am not allowed to tell the whole world my address. Because what if someone actually acts like they are someone else and tries to find me? Evil child traffickers. Grrr. Better not come near me! I was so happy that I got that e-mail you sent me Becky. It was so lovely and I told everybody what you told me to say to them. They all smiled they were so happy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">My Mom told me she wants to change my name to ANTHONY. (She was joking). Because there is a saint called St. Anthony and he is like my saint because every single time something is lost in the house, they ask me to come and help. And then I ask St. Anthony to help me, and then I ALWAYS find the stuff. But my Mom says she will never EVER change my name because Kieran is the most beautiful name in the whole wide world!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">One day I am going to teach kids how to read. I am such a good reader. And guess what? I have a lot of gifts and no-one can take my gift away from me. Plus now that I am at home-school I am learning Afrikaans. And my teacher, Nicholas is teaching me so well, that I can actually speak Afrikaans now. I can say ... Hoe gaan dit met jou? Wat is jou naam and in answer I can say, My naam is Kieran. I can say lots of stuff already. Nicholas is a great teacher. (But I still miss Heidi and Christian!)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red;">And I wanted to tell you something about Slobberdog, hey! You see one day he was lying on the floor in the dining room, just under Nicholas’ feet. Mom and a few of us were sitting in Mom’s bedroom and we were just chilling and chatting. Then Dominique came running in and said: “Mom! Mom! Come quickly. Slobberdog is bleeding to death!” We all went quiet and just stared at her. Mom said ... “No man!” Then Dominique said. “Yes, Mom! Really! Come and see. Quickly. Quickly.” Then Mom got up quickly and said to Dominique. “You better not be joking with me Scallywag.”<span style="color: blue;"> LOL! MOM sometimes calls us scallywags!</span><br /><br />We were all trying to hurry behind Mom. Hopping and skipping and pushing and bunching. Because we were all in a hurry and we all wanted to see what’s going on. When we got to Slobberdog all our heads bent over him. He seemed to be fast asleep. And then we all saw it! A great, big puddle of blood on the floor by his belly, and it was squirting out of a hole in his tummy. <br /><br />We thought of carrying him to the car but he is so very huge and heavy. And anyway, he didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong and he didn’t hurt or anything. So I rushed to the fridge and got a piece of polony and brought it to Mom. She shoved it under his nose and he was up like a shot. She ran to the car, and I ran to her bedroom and grabbed her car keys and handbag and took them to her. By the time I got to the car Slobber was already sitting proudly on the back seat. (He LOVES going in the car) But there was blood EVERYWHERE!<br /><br />Mom drove off in a cloud of dust. We were all scared. <span style="color: blue;">We couldn’t imagine life without Slobberdog and we really thought he could be bleeding to death. So we got all quiet. We were sitting by the driveway. Just walking around in circles. Kicking stones and stuff.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Then Tommy said: “Jesse ... pray for us.”</span><br /><br />Yeah, and then I said ... “Good idea, close your eyes guys.”<br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Yes, then we all closed our eyes. And Jesse prayed so loud I got a big fright! He just yelled that prayer out. I think even God got a fright. I think if he was having a snooze he would have nearly fallen off his throne! LOL!</span> Stop that Kieran! You’re so disrespectful sometimes. Geez Louise!<br /><br />So I just prayed and I was so worried, that’s why my prayer was really loud. I always get louder when I'm scared or worried. So I said:<br /><br />“Oh Father! Oh Father! Help Slobberdog Father! St. Francis you were the saint who loved all animals so much that even the birds sat on your shoulders when you prayed. St. Francis join me while I pray and ask our heavenly Father not to let Slobberdog die, but that he gets healed and comes home with Mommy again. Please Father God hear our prayer. Please, please Jesus! Lord please have mercy on our dog.” That was how I prayed. I prayed with all my heart.<br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Then we waited and waited till Mommy’s car came in the gate. We all ran up to the gate and she drove past us up to the house. We were very sad. We didn’t see Slobberdog on the backseat this time. We thought ... oh no. Slobberdog is gone. Like Gandalf.</span> Just like Gandalf. <span style="color: blue;">And Iceman.</span> And Tequilla. <span style="color: blue;">And Maria. All dead and gone.</span> And I really felt like crying.<br /><br />But then Mom got out of the car she was SMILING! And we knew that God answered our prayers. Then she said. "That hole where the blood was shooting out from was a tumour. He has quite a few. So Dr. Shear is keeping him for the night and is cutting out all those tumours and he can come home tomorrow.” We were all dancing, <span style="color: blue;">and hugging each other,</span> and singing. And I was just saying “Thank you God! Thank you God! Thank you God!” Because I knew that nobody else could have helped our lovely Slobberdog, except God. I love God so much!<br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Gee ... so do I!</span><br /><br />I love all of you. And plus, pray for Japan. Don’t forget ... well, actually, pray for the whole world! AMEN and goodbye. Love you and lots of kisses.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">School started last Wednesday which was the 12th January. When we all woke up in the morning it was like a war zone here at TLC. Everybody running in different directions getting ready for school. Making breakfast, brushing teeth. And then finally we were all ship shape and ready for school. Here are some picture of some of us.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Here is Crispin in his Parktown Boys' High uniform. It was a very big day for him. The first day of high school. He was so excited about going to Parktown. Mom was a little sad, because she wanted him to go to St. David's. But even she had to admit that he looked like a king in that royal looking uniform! </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Here is Benjamin. We were all rather jealous hey. He gets to stay at home with Kieran. No uniform for him right now. Maybe later when P and Mom find a school that is good for him. So he can chill in normal clothes and wake up after we have all gone off to school already. Geez Louise!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Here are my two beautiful sisters, Zoe and Dominique. Zoe is our bus driver. Dominique is going back to Frances Vorwerg. She is so happy about that. She will be getting a new teacher and goes to Grade 5.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">And then Mom put on her "silly" voice and he groaned. Then he lumbered up with more groaning and started to walk to the door. But then he sat down just before he got to the door and sat there looking at Mom and kind of teasing her and wearing a pathetic face. So she went up to him and said ... "Hey dog ... do you want a tickle, hey? Do you? Do you?" And she made as if she was going to tickle him. She squiggled her fingers all over him as if she was already tickling. And old Slobberdog rolled over and started to giggle. It was hilarious!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">It was so fun seeing all my friends again. I like my new teacher, Ms. Pearson. They say she has the best handwriting in the whole school. But my favourite teacher of all is Ms. O’Donahue. My friends were so happy to see me that they jumped on </span><span style="color: red;">me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">About a week ago, Becky Johnson took me and my brother, Kieran and some other kids to the movies to see Gulliver. It’s about a man who’s going on this journey to this place but he gets stuck in a storm. He lands up in this city of small people. I thought it was a very funny movie. Becky Johson said I always complained. Eeeaar ... I think maybe she was right! But it was really fun going with her and I enjoyed it a lot.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I can’t wait till I leave on the 5th February because I am going to Pretoria. I think that is going to be so awesome. I am going there for an open day with a lot of other homeschoolers.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Homeschool is going great. I’m doing just fine. Heidi and Christian are helping us every day. And plus, Richard also helps us when Heidi and Christian have to have their day off. I do my work on the computer. I put in the CD and it has all these lessons on them. Right now I am doing a story of the Titanic and that’s a good thing. I am enjoying it. Plus, I am doing a project about earth. That is very interesting too. I am also learning to do a map thing with a compass. That is really interesting. Christian and Heidi are going to take me somewhere. We are going to do something interesting with the compass. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I am not homeschooling on my own like I thought. Ben is homeschooling with me. And Ellen is also homesechooling with me. But she is doing hard work because she wants to do her matric. But me and Ben are doing the same grade. Grade 4.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I thought maybe you would like to know what it is like to live on a farm. Because not too many people live on a farm. Well, living on a farm feels awesome. There are wide open spaces. You can see the animals and play with the small animals like the guinea pigs. There is a soccer field and a trampoline. There’s a fun jungle gym. When you are brave like me you can do somersaults on it. It’s so cool!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">The best thing about living on the farm is that we can have such a big family. Because if you are hurt, one of your brothers or sisters will come to help you. If you are feeling lonely, one of them will come to comfort you, so it will always be alright. The best thing about having a big family is because if someone is coming to hurt you or to attack you, then your whole family stands by your side to protect you. You never have to feel afraid when you have a family who loves you.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Those are the nice things ... but there are some things that are not so nice. Sometimes we run out of water and then we can’t bath in the mornings and that’s so gross. We have to go to school all smelly and untidy. When there is no water, we can’t flush the toilet and we have to bring buckets of water to flush. That’s gross and hard work. But when there’s no water, we can sometimes swim, if it is summertime, and we can get clean that way. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">When I grow up, my future is going to be in drums. I really want to make my own band. Did you like the Slobberdog Band? Well, that was just us kidding around, but I want to make a band for real. I don’t want to be a reader or writer anymore. I know my Mom feels quite sad about that right now, but that’s my love. My love is drums.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I want to say hello to my sister, Pippa who is in Holland right now. I hope she has a great time and I hope she survives the cold weather ... We have not heard from her since she left but we know that she is very busy and doing important work. Mom says they will be taking very good care of her over there.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Our dog, called Electra, got spat in the eye by a Rinkals snake. Shame! She was in a very sore and half blind. Zoё saved her. She rushed her to the vet. They gave her injections and the flushed out her eyes with medicine. She was there for two days. The flushed and flushed until her eyes were fixed. It happened on Saturday. I thought she was going to die because she was so sick. We all prayed and asked God to help poor Electra. Then God answered our prayers and she came home. But then a very strange thing happened. All our other dogs tried to attack her when she got out of the car. So she ran to the duck pond by the willow tree and was hiding there. She was very scared. Then Dominique and me and Jesse and a bunch of other brothers came and we protected Electra and made whips out of the willow tree branches and whipped the dogs that were trying to fight with her. Then they went away and left her alone. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">And I wanted to say this one important thing! HELLO MAIRI!! I am missing you so much. It feels just like yesterday that you were here with us. We had so much fun with you and the pizza was delicious. Thanks for taking us out and making our holidays so cool. We all love you Mairi! </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Pippa left on Wednesday and has gone to Holland and then to Germany and then to England. We miss her a lot already. I was so sad when she left. But we know she had to go and she will be back one of these days. She was very tired when she left because she worked so hard. I hope they are kind to her over there. I am not sure what Holland and Germany are like. But I know when she gets to England Hannah and Lucy and Hannah Clarke and everybody will look after her very well because they do love her a lot. She has to have important meetings over there so she is not just going for fun. WE ALL LOVE YOU P! </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">In July Harry Potter Part 2 is coming to the movies. Yeah! I am so excited. This film is better than all the other ones I think. I hope it is as exciting as they say it is. Expeliamus! LOL ... LOL!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Then the other thing I wanted to tell you was that half my family have started going to gym! Even my Mom and she loves it so much. That’s funny hey? She can’t wait to go when it is her gym day. And she gets a bit sad when she can’t go because important things are happening here. The whole Jones family are also going. They are so lucky. But because our family is so very big, Mom said we could only join when we turn 13. Because she says us younger ones get up to too much mischief. I don’t actually think that is very fair because she blames us all even though some of us are good most of the time. But anyway, I only have one more birthday to go and I will be 13.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Three days ago Slobberdog and Joshua’s dog, Dakota had a big fight. Slobberdog was bleeding. Dakota got bitten on his nose. All the other dogs came to help Dakota. But it’s good that none of them got hurt. Our Uncle Les tried to stop the fight but they were too rough. Then Volunteer Joshua took our tazer and scared the dogs away. He did not tazer them, but they don’t like the noise. So at first when they were fighting and could not hear the tazer, we were all shouting, “Just tazer them, man!” But he didn’t want to. So then finally they did hear the tazer and they got scared and ran off.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Mommy gave Zoё some money for the kids to watch Narnia. The third one. It was so cool. Some of the other kids thought it was boring. But I thought it was one of the best. I really liked that movie.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">This New Year’s part was the best one we ever had. Uncle Les made the greatest braai we ever had. We voted him the King of Braai’s because he already did some braaing for us. We know that to braai for so many people is very hard. But he does it so nicely and doesn’t burn the meat and stuff like that.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We all danced and sang and played Charades. At 12 o’clock we went outside and saw fire crackers in the air. It looked like a Christmas tree was shooting fire crackers. Then we all sang Auld Lang Syne. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">That was so cool. Mairi has been teaching it to us for the last two days. It's a great tradition and Mom thought it would be nice for us to start doing it. And it is ... it's really cool. Then after that we said some prayers and asked God to make 2011 much better than 2010 was, because I think 2010 sucked ... except for the soccer. Then lastly we all sang our National Anthem. It reminded me of the World Cup. It was nice to sing it, especially with the volunteers. Maybe you never heard it before, and if you would like to, you can ... by just pressing the play button on this flag. I think for the rest of my life that song will remind me of the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. The most amazing time of my life. When those players put their hands on their hearts and sang our song, it gave me goosebumps every single time!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Our friend Fiona took us to Montecasino which is a very posh place. She took us out one evening this week and we went to Spur and had a delicious dinner. Mom bought us each a nice new shirt because her friend Mabel gave her money so that we could go out, and Mom thought we can't go out looking shabby. So the girls got new dresses and we got new shirts and we all looked very spiffy. After supper Fiona and Alex took us all to see a live show called Mama Mia. It was such a great show. I loved it so much. I don’t know if you know it, but it was really awesome. I loved the music and I was singing along through the whole show.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Christmas! Oh, it was just such a lovely Christmas! Fr. Barney came to TLC and celebrated Mass with us here under the trees. We sang Christmas songs while he played his faithful old piano accordion. I loved it, and he gave us communion with both elements, bread AND wine. Mom said we had to wait till we were 13, but he just gave it to us, and it was awesome. We were so surprised. And if you look at the picture you will see that even the piglets came to Mass! That was so funny!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">The presents were so good too, this year. Santa Claus was amazing! LOL. I got some reallly great stuff. Nice clothes. Games. DVD's. Gift cards. Only one thing was wrong. I never got what I always wanted. An mp3 player. Only one person got an mp3 player and that was Amy. And you will never guess what! BRETT got a cell phone! But at least somebody gave me a gift card voucher for Edgars. Usually you buy clothes from Edgars but they also have DVD’s so I might buy STEP UP 3D. It was in the movies when my Mom and I were at Swellendam with my Uncle Jerry. Plus, I can’t wait till Narnia 3 comes out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Then, I also wanted to tell you that we went on a long hike up a mountain called the Suikerbosrand. It was 10 Kilometres long. But it didn’t feel like 10 kilometres it felt like 1000 kilometres. It was so hard, but I survived because of Kay. Without him I would have died. He carried me on his back. Then he carried me on his shoulders. And then he just pulled me along by my hand and made sure that I kept going. Then Zoё said I should leave Kay and walk for a while by myself. Just to give him a rest. So I did.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I even got a certificate. Even if it was very tough for me, I still went on. Mom got a big fright when she found out that Zoё took us for such a long hike. She thought we were only going for a 4 kilometre hike. And plus she didn’t know that I went along. So she bought Kay a great big box of chocolates because she was so thankful and proud of him for helping me because most of the other brothers and sisters whined about it being so hard all the way, but Kay helped me and never whined once.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">But Zoe also suffered because she had to piggy-back MURPHY! And you know Murphy weighs about as much as a baby elephant. Shame! Maybe I shouldn't say that ... but if I don't you wouldn't understand how hard it was for Zoe. Afterwards Mom said ... My goodness Zoe. How DID you manage. And Zoe said ... Well, I prayed to St. Christopher because I remembered that he also had to carry somebody very heavy! Mom laughed her head off. I didn't really get the joke.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">James is Pippa’s 2nd heart-baby. (Actually I can stop saying that because she only has heart-babies). No tummy-kids at all. That’s because she’s not married. Well, James is 8 and he’s in Grade 2 and will soon be going into Grade 3. He is a funny kind of a guy. He’s very quiet. Sometimes Jesse and I say we wonder if he ever got lost, how long it would take us to realise he’s missing because he’s so quiet and he never really makes people notice him or makes people know that he’s around. He doesn’t like fighting too much (like me) I don't like fighting much either. James always has a grumpy, sulky kind of face wherever he goes. That’s a real pity because when he laughs he’s got a very nice face and it’s so nice to hear him laugh.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Ya, he’s really a miserable looking kid most of the time. He sees the glum part of life most of the time and even when good things are happening ... he thinks there’s something not quite right about it. Even if something really, really GREAT happens, he still thinks ... ah ya well, you know, maybe this or that is going to go wrong. Or maybe this or that is missing ... or not so nice. I don’t know what it must be like to live in his head. I just can’t be like that. I would crash out and escape out of my own head if my head was talking to me like that.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well anyway, he does have some good points. He never really fights and he never calls people names and I have never heard him teasing ANYBODY (except for Paul) </span><span style="color: red;">Well, ya ... EVERYBODY teases Paul. You just can’t help it. Even if you don’t tease him he says you <strong>are</strong> teasing him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">No man Jesse we need to find nice stuff about James. You can’t just say this and this and his that and that and its all just bad. </span><span style="color: red;">Ya you’re right Kieran. Sorry. You’re right ... well what’s nice about him then?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: blue;">Ummm. Ummm. Well actually ... HELAINE likes him! </span> <span style="color: red;">That’s </span><span style="color: red;">right! She does.</span> </span><span style="color: blue;">He has this friend called Helaine. She’s like his granny. Not his REAL granny but she’s loved him since he was a baby. But she’s really old, so she couldn’t adopt him. So he goes to her for weekends and stuff and she says he’s like her knight in shining armour. She says he makes sure all the doors are locked in her house before they go to bed. He makes sure her animals are fed. He looks after her very well when he’s there and she thinks he is the sweetest boy in the whole world.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Actually I think he’s a nice brother to have. I think he kind of likes being grumpy. I mean sometimes I poke him in his ribs and say ... ‘Think happy thoughts, James! Come on, think happy thoughts, Buddy! Can you find just one happy thought? Just one?’ Then I can see a teeny weeny little smile coming. And then I poke him in the ribs (not too hard) and I tell him ... “There’s a smile coming James, c-a-r-e-f-u-l!” And then he bursts out laughing. LOL. Maybe he just needs us to do that more often. </span><span style="color: blue;">Mmm maybe.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, I know that James is going to be a great person one day. I just know it in my heart. You know he doesn't do any bad stuff. I never heard him lie about anything. Have you heard him being cheeky ever? No! </span><span style="color: red;">Sheesh! Well, no wonder he's always grumpy. He's not normal. </span><span style="color: blue;">Stop it Jesse. He's a good guy. He's a very good brother. He loves his small brothers and always keeps after them. He's always looking out for Jerome and Ruth.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Well, that's all about James for now. He is a very good brother. He's funny and we love him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">But we have been thinking a lot about all the good things that happened in 2010. I know that we had very little money but still, some awesome things happened, like the World Cup. And I can tell you, Slobberdog LOVED that Fifa World Cup! He loves it when we are all together and doing exciting stuff and there was nothing more exciting than watching the World Cup together.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So, when the World Cup started, Mom told us that <strong>of course</strong> we were going to cheer for our own country, right? But she said we should choose a <strong>second</strong> country to cheer for, because she said she kind of doubted that South Africa would actually WIN the World Cup and become World Champions. At first we were kind of shocked that she said that ... because it wasn't very patriotic, was it? But anyway, we all chose a second team to cheer for. Some of us chose England, some Holland, some Germany and some Denmark. And Slobberdog chose BRAZIL!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">I'm telling you that dog knows and loves his soccer! I wonder how he knew that Brazil was going to win? But the World Cup was just the best time of his whole life. You have never seen such a cheerful chappy in all your days. We all loved to watch him ... and when we were upset about stuff, he got upset. When we were dancing around hugging each other, like when Bongani Khumalo scored that first goal against France ... boy, our old barn rocked and nearly took off and we were all laughing and cheering and shouting. It was unforgettable! I still get goosebumps when I think about it. And just look at our old Slobberdog laughing too! HILARIOUS!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Ya, hey, but not everything was a laughing matter. What about that jerky referee who sent our goalee, ITUMELENG off. Do remember that? <span style="color: blue; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA;">We were NOT so happy about that! And nor was Slobberdog!</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA;">That was so bad and Itumeleng cried and cried and was so disappointed. Because of that he couldn't play in the next game against France and he was and is the best goal keeper in the whole wide world and we knew that this would make us lose! Just imagine how upset poor Itumeleng must have been? And on top of it, it was his BIRTHDAY! On Father’s Day as well. Well, we said a prayer for him the next morning and we hoped he was okay.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We tried to remind him that he still had Brazil to cheer for ... but it was no good. He was so very sad and wouldn't even eat his Superior Pedigree Dog biscuits that day. Eventually I put his glasses back on his face, so that we didn't have to see his sad eyes for a while!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Then Jesse and I started thinking. What does Soccerdog love more than soccer? We thought and thought. We couldn't think of anything ... except biltong, of course, but food didn't count. So we asked our little nephew/brother, Christian. He just said what he always says ... "I DUNNO!" and shrugged his shoulders. Then our other little nephew/brother came walking by and we asked HIM. "Mighty, what does Slobberdog like more than soccer." Mighty's eyes shone like two gleaming marbles in the sun. 'MUSIC!' Jesse and I looked at each other. THAT'S IT!!! MUSIC!!! Mighty you are a genius!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So, we tried playing some music, but he was just a tiny bit happier. Not as happy as we would like him to be. Then I suddenly remembered how happy he was one day when we let him play in our band. Do you know that Christian, Mighty and me have a BAND? It's TRUE! We DO!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Thank you for reading our blog everybody! We will be sure not to take so long before we post the next one. You have to know that Christmas and New Year was a very busy time for all of us. But it was a great time. But now 2011 is here and we have to get serious about you ... and not let you down anymore by not doing out blogs.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I’m sorry about everything. About not doing the blog for a while. My Mom was a little bit busy but now we have a nice day to write to you guys.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Today I want to talk about a vision of mine. It’s about this movie called Pilgrim’s Progress. It’s a movie that my Mom and I bought a while ago about a man named Christian who has a burden on his back. So his family did not believe him about anything and every time he was walking on the road fire just came past him. It was a little weird when I watched it. But then afterwards I found the book in my Oupa's collection down at Postinia and I read it slowly. Then I was thinking and thinking about it and then I began to understand it and now I realise it was a very nice movie.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So then his two friends, Able and Pliable told him to stop and he said, ‘Come with me and let’s go to the Celestial City.’ But Able thought that he was just crazy. Pliable said ‘maybe he’s right and maybe there is a city with God.’ So then Able told Pliable and Christian that they are crazy so Able went home.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Sorry we haven’t written to you guys in a very long time. My Mom was away for a while and then she came back and was very busy. Also it was the end of year and so we were busy at school getting the year finished with prize giving and stuff. And I got my Class Leader’s Certificate! Awesome!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">About 3 weeks ago I went to go and see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It was so cool! There’s this snake in the movie called Ningini. That snake was very scary. I shook half of my popcorn into the air! Brrrr! I cannot wait until Part 2 comes in July. But will my Mom take me?</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Two weeks ago I went with the volunteers to the Laundry and I scared this volunteer because she was scared of Slobberdog. So I was walking and I made her scream because she didn’t want me to leave her. So I ran back and Slobberdog almost attacked me!! My Mom was walking by and she thought it was funny! She said ... ‘Go away Slobberdog!’ She thought he was just playing with me. But I was not so sure. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I think it was about three days that Christian had to stay in that pond because of his burden and his sin. So then a man named ... um I think his name was “Help", threw a rope in the Slough of Despond and told Christian to grab on the rope. So Help pulled him out and asked him ‘Where are you going?’ Christian said ‘To the Celestial City.’</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So then Christian forgot the way and the man said ‘Follow the right road and always stay on that road. So when Christian was walking he met this man and he said ‘Where are you going?’ and the man said ‘I am going to the Celestial City.’ And Christian said aren’t you supposed to go the right way, and the man said I will make my way through a short cut.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So then Christian just left him and kept on the right way. And then two other men came and said ‘Where are you going?’ and they said, ‘We are going to the Celestial City’ and the two men said ‘Why don’t you come with us. And then Christian said ‘Isn’t this the way?’ and they said, ‘No, we know a short cut.’ So then the other man said, ‘Let’s split up.’ So they all splat up. And then two of the other men went different ways got attacked by Satan.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Thank you very much Becky for the money for the shoes! We really appreciate it. Becky Baby, you ROCK! </span><span style="color: red;">Y-e-a-h!!! </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Lizzy please can you send me the Harry Potter autographs (or maybe just copies) because I am a very big fan and even now I am reading Harry Potter all day long and when my mother asks me to make her a cup of tea it take a bit longer because I have to read-and-make-tea at the same time, because I can’t bear to put my book down. I am actually reading The Chamber of Secrets. But I would love to get the Deathly Hallows, (the book) but I don’t have it yet. Maybe I will get it for Christmas. Love you lots Lizzy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Okay, I want to tell you about Narnia. It already came to the movies and it is so cool but even though I haven’t seen it yet. I would like to go and see it with Matthew and them today, but I can’t because THEO won’t let me go. THEO has some favourites, but I am not one of them. The Movie is called Narnia, Voyage of the Dawn Treader. (The third movie)</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">I can’t wait till you come, Becky. I am so excited that you are coming back. I need to give you a hug! I love you so much! Even my Mom does! She always says, “That’s a special girl and-a-half!” We love you like the ocean.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">.... So as soon as Christian was walking he saw this church and went inside there and saw people shouting and there was this man tied up in the room. I can’t remember what his name was, but he was guilty of something. That’s what the people thought. But he was actually a good man. So they took this man outside and the security guards put Christian in chains and he was in the church. And they ran outside to see what was going on so then this angel came and took the chains off Christian and Christian ran outside but he was hiding and they put grass by this other man’s feet and put fire there on the grass and it was burning until it got to him and he said to Christian ‘I will see you in the Celestial City.’</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">But I still want to tell you about leaving school and about home school.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I was so happy that I was leaving Aloe Ridge. The very last day was like the best day of all my Aloe Ridge days, for me. That school was not so good for me because I am not so playful. I am quiet and like to read and Tsepo always screams in class and hurts my ears and my head. So, sometimes I hide under my table and just read something quietly. But some of the kids were very sad that I was leaving. I actually was just a little sad. Some of the Grade 7’s were also leaving. Crispin was one of them. He is going to High School next year.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">I just want to tell you one last thing and then I am going to say goodbye till next time. I think maybe this blog is a little bit boring because I can’t remember all the fun stuff that happened for such a long time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">It’s about Slobberdog. He is not sleeping outside anymore. He sleeps in Mommy’s room and is very happy there. Well, sometimes she trips over him when she goes to the bathroom in the night ... and then they are bad friends in the morning. But still, he is a happy dog. When she got home from her holiday she immediately got an old cot mattress and put it in her room. She covered it with a very old, soft blanket and a sheet and she said ... “No more sleeping outside for my Slobberprince!” LOL! SLOBBERPRINCE!!! LOL! LOL! THAT’s really what she said! She said she missed everybody so much, but mostly she missed her Slobberprince. And she felt so bad that she made him sleep outside without a kennel because that was no way to treat a Slobberprince.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Well, Slobberprince is so happy now. He walks around, just smiling and smiling all day long. It is good that he is sleeping inside now, because every night we have a humungous thunderstorm. It’s lovely and warm and sunny in the day time and then at about 6 in the evening the clouds meet together and the wind starts howling and blows up a terrible storm with thunder and lightning and very big raindrops. But at least it’s okay to have a storm at night. Then in the morning everything is fresh and clean and beautiful again. And warm; but not too hot. My Mom thinks that Johannesburg has the best weather in the whole wide world. Not too hot, and not too cold. Even better than Ramsgate. I think I agree with her.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Except then for this last week it really poured. My sister, Faith, got very sick in the night and Mom had to take her to hospital. When they got out on the road it was like a raging river Mom said. By the time she got down to the Lawn Farm she got very scared because the car was far under water. Later on in the day visitors told us that the water by the tar road was a meter deep. That was when Mom got very glad that she turned around and went the other way. She's very scared of water on the road.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Oh, and I have to tell you, we had a miracle. When Rhys bought the little veld chickens for his vegetable garden project the man told him that there was only one female and about 6 males and so Rhys put that one female and one male in a cage next to Barney Lodge where he was staying. (He doesn’t stay at TLC anymore. He stays in a cottage at Joanna’s house now to look after her so that she stays safe.) But anyway, those chickens were laying eggs and that was fine and then one day these little chicks popped out and that was cool.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">So we ate those eggs. They were yummy! But it was a mission to get into the cage so after a while we stopped eating them because in any case they are so small they don’t fill your tummy as good as proper eggs do. Then a few days later Benjamin came running into the house and said ... “Mom! Mom! Come and have a look! The male eggs have made chickens!” Mom rolled her eyeballs and said ... "The male chickens must have turned into females somewhere along the line." And Benjamin looked and Mom, amazed and said. ‘Turned into e-mails, what are you talking about?’ LOL! LOL!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Okay, so I am going up to the house now ... we are doing this at Postinia, because everybody’s home on holiday and it’s too noisy in the house. Mom says she can’t hear herself think! LOL!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">So bye bye everybody. I’m off! WHOO HOOO!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Next year is going to be so cool because I am going to be on my own and I am going to be able to work quietly and to read and to do quiet stuff that is best for the person that I am. I will still work hard but I will not get pushed and bumped and too hot or too cold anymore so I will feel better in my body. I am so grateful I don’t have to go to school anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Mom and Pippa are getting computer stuff for me so that I can learn and stay clever. Some of the kids at school think I am going to become dumb when I am not at school anymore. But I know that’s not true. And Mom says that I am very clever she says I am like Hawkings ... well, not that bad, not at all. But he is trapped in a body that can’t do anything like normal people, but his brain is brilliant. And my brain will be brilliant too, because I won’t have to worry about all those rough kids knocking me down and stuff.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Okay friends, I am so glad we can do the blog again. I think we lost a lot of good stories, but if I remember them, I will put them in the new blogs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I love you so much, and a big hug to you all. God bless you and keep you all safe till next time.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We are sorry we did not write for a very long time, but we were very busy and then my Mom went on a little holiday.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Today I want to talk about light and how we are trying to get our family closer together because we need to do more good things in our life. Every day we are going to wake up and we are going to say let there be light! Its so that the devil won’t come in and make any of our family bad</span><span style="color: blue;">.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Today I want to talk about a special day. My Mom came back from her friends, Sharon and Heinz. It was a special day for me because I love my Mom so much and she’s also going away to Durban (Ramsgate) on Tuesday to write a book about us and I think that will be special for all of us. Because we have got her and my sister and then we don’t have anyone.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">And plus I want to talk about On Friday was special because us Grade 4’s did a Cake and Candy sale at school. It was so fun I wish I could do it every single day. It was so great. I love you guys all and you are very special.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So, let this be a real message for you today. You must let God into your life so that he will be with you every single day.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Yesterday we watched a movie and it’s about this tribe ... and this this guy loves a vampire and it was disgusting to me. She bit this wolf and she became so old ... like 2,340 years old. And at the end he was like ... 'oh, you are still young!' And then at the very end she turned old ... really<em> o-l-d!</em> like grey hair and her face flat and burned. And he was like ... 'Wow, you are like really old!' Grunt! It made me laugh and at the same time it was actually sad. It was sad because he actually found her and then he lost her. And the wolf, he turns so ugly he goes - yuck - and lots of face - and lots of hair - and it all goes back - and it was so disgusting.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Oh yes, and exciting news from me is this ... I am going to see Harry Potter 7. I know it. I have seen the trailers and they are so cool. Expelliamus! WOW! How they are so old and still get children. It’s going to be wicked! So cool ... humungous. And when I am older, I am going to be a wizard like them. I mean like an actor and show off my moves. That’s all I’ll say ... <strong>r-i-g-h-t</strong> ... for now.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Today there was this book about this man named Angus Buchan ... and they also made the movie. Its called Faith like Potatoes. He is like a follower of God and he tells people about God and always has the bible with him and I would like to be just like him when I grow up because he is so popular and so nice to have around. He has such a nice farm and all that stuff.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">And plus that movie reminds me of faith and all that stuff. Of trust. That movie was like something I never want to let go. I love that movie so much. <span style="color: red;">GRUNT!!</span> That’s why I am starting to read that book.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">There was this movie we watched yesterday. It’s called THE TRIBE. It’s about these kids and these grown ups. But the grown ups die because of this virus and there’s only kids in the world. There are three tribes, the locusts the demon dogs and the tribe. They are so cool. I liked that movie so much. It’s about family. It’s about bringing everybody together. It’s the best movie I’ve seen in my whole life.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Ah ya ... just one thing. Becky ... can the High School Musicals CD’s only just be mine? Please ... because I don’t want to share with people. It’s not my thing. I just watch them by myself and that. I don’t share. Sorry! Please.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">The third day Grandma calls him and she says “I think I know what’s wrong. The thing that’s wrong is that you don’t have God in your life. That’s why you are always so sad and stuff. And he says “Who’s God?” and she says he is the Saviour of the world. The one who saved us on the cross.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">The baby pigs were just fine! Running after their mommies and not bothered in the least. They were not even scared of Slobberdog! Slobberdog went right up to the fence and was drooling and thinking, ‘Yummy, yummy! Baby pig in my tummy!’ But Mommy pig was standing there ... her hackles were up and her top lip was going up and down and I think SHE was saying ... “In your dreams you slobbering mutt!” <strong>LOL! </strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><strong>LOL!</strong> </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Mommy pigs can be very, very dangerous when they are protecting their little ones. They can BITE a whole big hole in your leg if they don’t know you. Especially if they think you are up to mischief and want to hurt their little babies. Only people they love and trust, like family members or Bernard and Robert who feed them every day, are allowed in the pig pen when there are babies.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, then Joshua came to have a look and he was not a happy chappy! Not with the condition of the pig sty’s and all. He was muttering and grumbling and moaning and “Gotta have this junk goin’ on ... supposed to be studying ... blooming pigs ... more trouble than they’re worth!” Actually, I am sure he didn’t mean a word of that because he makes a LOT of money from his pigs. He has been breeding them since he was 13 and he sells the babies when they are 3 months old and are nice and fat (after eating all that delicious left-over baby-formula!) YUM! LOL He saves every pig-cent he gets at the auction and ... well ... there’s this rumour ... shhh ... don’t tell anyone ... it <strong>is</strong> only a rumour ... but they say he will have </span><span style="color: blue;">enough money saved up when he is 18 to buy himself a CAR!!! Howdya like that?</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Well after that Mom went down to Postinia because Zoё asked her to proof-read her university thesis and Mom can’t do that with us-lot and all the noise in the house. She tried for two days, but Zoё needs it for tomorrow. So Mom trotted off to Postinia but before she left she said to me and Jesse ... “Hey you two boys, I am going to give Pippa a call when I'm ready and then you need to come down and do Slobberdog. We don’t want to keep all your fans waiting like last week.” So we said ... “Okay Mom!”</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Dominique our sister told us to go down to Postinia to do our blog. Me and Kieran are like ...”Are you sure?” Because we were waiting for Mom to call Pippa. But she said . “Yes, I am sure!” So we started walking down to Postinia. At first it was fine. Windy but fine. Till GWARRA! The thunder was growling: GRRRR! BLAM! BLAM! And the lightning was going BZZZZZZZ! ZZZAP! ZZZZZAP!. Then we got SO scared. Did you know that lightening is one of the most common causes of death in the veld in South Africa? </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">So we started running down, me and my brother. But you know ... he has this ... mmm problem (never allowed to call it ‘dickey heart’ again! Um Sorry Kieran but what do we say?) <span style="color: blue;">HEART PROBLEM!</span> He goes banana’s when anybody says the other thing. But you know what I mean ... HEART PROBLEM and so he said “Puff ... puff ... oh no ... oh heck ... can’t do this anymore; puff puff puff!” And I said, “Don’t give up Kieran, you can do this, boy! Come on dude! Not long to go now!” The <strong>rain!</strong> ... Huge, humongous drops of rain fell splat! Splat! Splat! Down on our heads! Worst of all, down on our new shirts that Anna Kruppa had sent for us. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">When we banged on the door, my Mom got such a fright and said, “What are you guys doing here? Just LOOK how wet you are! I haven’t finished yet. I didn’t call Pippa.” I said ... We are here to do <strong>Thunderdog!</strong> LOL ... <span style="color: blue;">Yes, and at the very moment he said that ... at the same time I said this ... I said ‘We are here to do <strong>Slobberdog!</strong>’</span> <span style="color: blue;">LOL! </span>And then Mom just exploded! She said <strong>THUNDERDOG?</strong> <strong>WHA HA HA HA HA HA!</strong> She laughed her head off! It was so <em>good</em> to see my Mom laugh that loud. Wow man! It made my heart so happy. Do you know the Bible says Laughter is like medicine to the soul! My wonderful Mom got a great big dose of very good medicine just then. Man ... I nearly cried it was so beautiful to see her laughing like that and then I just ran to her and hugged her and hugged her and we all three hugged each other and laughed and laughed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">But then I started coughing. I couldn’t stop coughing. My Mom was like ... Are you ... are you sick! All I could say was puff puff, freezing, Mom! Freezing! And I was shivering and shivering. Too cold, Mom. And then Jesse said - I’ll make some nice tea for you guys.- And Mom said -That would be great.- And then I went into the kitchen with Jesse and he said ... 'Don’t worry dude! Don’t worry! ... The kettle will boil in just a minute.' Then he got some towels and wrapped them round me and rubbed me dry. And my Mom got out some biscuits. Yummy. Chocolate chip berries ... that’s what I call them. Absolutely delicious. Postinia’s special. I felt better quicker than quick!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Matthew is Pippa's eldest son. He is 11 years old and he also goes to Aloe Ridge with the rest of us. Matthew is very clever. I think maybe he is the cleverest Jarvis in the school. His teacher just loves him to bits because he is always very helpful and doesn't get up to mischief like SOME people do! I don't think he has ever had a detention in his life, because he is just too good for something like that. Matthew also has a great sense of humour. He loves to laugh and he has the funniest laugh in the world. Its like a giggly kind of a laugh and when he laughs, you want to laugh too because when he laughs is sounds so funny and then its kind of catchy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">We all like Matthew. He's a good brother (and nephew!) LOL. See, he is Pippa's son, and Pippa is our sister and so he is our nephew. He gets a little irritated when we remind him of that. Like he's supposed to respect his elders and all that ... even though he is the same age as us. But he knows we are only playing with him. But he is a very good brother because he is the eldest of Pippa's kids and he has to look after the little ones when she is away. He doesn't mind and he does a good job.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Even when he has to look after Ruth, the baby sister, who is not even two yet, he does a good job. He baths her. He dresses her. He even changes her smelly nappies! Now <strong>there's</strong> something Kieran and I are not too good at! You see, God gives us all special gifts but that is not ours. (Thank heavens!) And Matthew is not much of a sportsman. He can't run too fast and he is a little bit chubby, so maybe that has something to do with it. But he has just started taking chess lessons at school and I think that will be a sport he can do.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Matthew is really good at Maths. Maybe that's why God gave me the name MATHew! LOL. He understands things quickly and doesn't struggle like Kieran and I do with Maths. I don't struggle that much, but when we have had a holiday or something and we haven't been at school for a while, then I forget my times tables and I struggle to remember what I learned before. But Matthew is fine. He always manages everything to do with school.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Everybody in the whole family loves Matthew. He hardly ever teases people and teasing is what usually makes trouble. Teasing and name-calling. But Matthew never does that. So we all love him. And another thing about Matthew is that he is very helpful. If you have a difficult job to do, he will come and help you, even before you ask. He is a good example in that way. And also if you are feeling sad he will try to make it better somehow. Also, if you tell Matthew something that you don't one the whole planet to know, he won't say anything. He's a good friend. He's a good brother and he is a very good nephew!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">One day when I grow up I’m going to have little puppies like Slobberdog. I’m going to have four. And their names are going to be Slobberdog 2! Thunderdog! LOL! <span style="color: blue;">LOL!</span> Gasdog LOL! <span style="color: blue;">LOL!</span> and ... Blobberdog! LOL! LOL! My mother laughed out loud again when she heard those names. She said ‘Jesse! Those are <strong>great</strong> names!’ ... And they are going to grow up just as cute as Slobberdog, the HERO of TLC. <strong>Grrrrrr!!!</strong> LOL! I think people are going love this blog ... the best one in history!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">When I grow up I am going to be a pet-detective for dogs and cats. And if one of them looks sad on their dogfaces or catfaces, I am going to buy them and take them home with me and I’ll be its owner. I am going to take all the cute ones and scruffy ones and the ones look nice and even the ones that don’t look nice. Eeew ... like Electra ... she got something wrong with her face ... a fungus ... and it went all rotten like. Eeew! But Rhys took her to the vet and the vet said it was a kind of fungus that dogs get when they spend a lot of time in the veld. So she got antibiotics and injections and stuff. She’s completely better now and beautiful as ever. But anyway, I’m probably going to be like those weird old people who have like a thousand dogs and cats ... <span style="color: red;">No man Kieran, that’s not good. You have to get them adopted into other families. You won’t be able to look after so many dogs and cats properly. It's not kind.</span> Oh ... alright then, I’ll get them nice homes. Mmm ... that’ll be better! Thanks Jesse ... good idea!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Now I want to tell you about YOGA! Yesterday the Indian people came from Lenasia (down the road)... to our house. We had nice Indian food. It was called briyani. Very yummy with dahl. It was very spicy but I liked it. And then after that we did YOGA! It was such fun. We did stretches, body reflexes and yoga silence --- where we had to control our temper and our feelings and our breathing. I loved it so much I wanted to do more. If my teacher, Miss Moosa reads this blog she would be so happy and proud because she is Indian.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">They gave us party packs when they were done but before that they put great games on our computers and maths programmes and an Encyclopaedia Britannica. That’s going to be great in case we can never get on the internet if we don’t get money ... then we can get information from the encyclopaedia (just as well my Mom knows how to spell that word, because we DIDN'T!). And then we also all prayed and thanked God for good friends. Because these Indian people have been visiting us for lots of years already and they are very kind. Even their kids are kind.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Yesterday Anna (Kruppa) one of our favourite German volunteers who left quite long ago, sent a huge box of presents and we sat in Mom’s room and Pippa handed out the gifts. (Anna put our names on each one). I think she must have been busy for weeks preparing all that for us. There was something for everybody. It was so amazing. Slobberdog was so happy he even ate one of my marshmallow rats! All the kids jumped up and down with joy! Pippa even gave some of the volunteers like Keisha stuff that Anna had sent specially for them. I was shocked and amazed that we all got presents. Thank you Anna! ... From Jesse and his family <span style="color: blue;">and Kieran</span>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Hello Channelle, Aimee, Julie (my love) and Anna (everybody’s love) LOL!</span> <span style="color: blue;">And Becky and Hannah, my beautiful, lovely girls. And Travaughna and Taqueesha! </span><span style="color: red;">We are missing you all --- our friends on the blog. Keep writing long comments. I know that most of you don’t like to do it. What’s the matter, are you shy? But you know you can also write an e-mail to Mom and she will show us that way too. Sometimes people do that. It is easier for us to answer an e-mail.</span> <span style="color: blue;">And Aunty Jay we have not had any comments from you lately. We hope that you are well. Maybe you are just on holiday. Last time you said we are nasty-sweet. We thought about that and we don’t want to be nasty-sweet anymore. We will just be sweet. Sorry that we did not write for long. Maybe you thought we stopped doing the blogstories.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I am sorry I have not been here this week. I had to a friend of mine. Her name is Harriet. And I want to talk about her dog, Toby. He is so cute and fussy. He even chases you around when you run. He likes his ball. If you throw his ball and he fetches it and you tell him to give it to you he won’t give it. He is a fast dog.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">When we were at Harriet’s house we went to watch the Karate Kid. I never watched it before. It is my first time. It was so cool. We also went to Sandton and we saw a show of snakes. They were real snakes. They hold them in front of you and you can see them up close. It was so cool. And Jesse and I got marbles. We just loved it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Then when we on our way home we picked up some DVD’s and some PIZZA!!! YUMMY YUMMY IN MY TUMMY. The DVD’s were Planet 51 and Spiderwick Cronicles. Plus we went to go and take Toby for a walk. It was so cool there in the park. We had ice cream there. We even felt like not going home and staying there for long-long. But then I knew in my mind that my Mom needed me and that I should go home. So we came home this morning and my Mom was so very happy to see us! </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">After we came back from the movies we were playing Karate Kid together. And we swam. It was so cool. I just feel like going there every single day. It was the funnest time of my whole life.</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">My Mom, Pippa, Zoё, Joshua and Reuel all went to dinner with my Uncle Etsko and his family to say goodbye to our Uncle Berend because he is going away to Holland for a few months I think. So Mom told us that we had so many comments that that we really should do our Slobberdog stories tonight when she gets back. But we were so tired from Harriet’s house. I was still managing to stay awake, but Jesse was whining and whining ... Ooooo whennn is Mommm commming home? I’m so tiiiired. Ooooo I need to go tooooo beeeed. Jesse is always like that. When he’s tired he can’t stay awake. When he is hungry he has to eat RIGHT NOW. When he needs a wee he has to run immediately. He can never wait for anything. So I kept telling him to stay awake because I want to read the comments and I want to see if there are comments from Becky and Hannah. But finally he just kind of rolled upstairs moaning and grumbling and huffing and puffing and I knew that as soon as he plopped on that bed he would already be snoring.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So now Mom and I are sitting here doing Slobberdog, and maybe he will add his blogstories tomorrow after school. Mom said it was rude to wait any longer.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So Becky and Hannah I saw your comments and I can’t say what you should do because really it was Jesse’s biggest wish about the shoes. So you will have to wait until tomorrow to hear what he has to say.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I wanted to tell you cool thing about Zoё, hey? There is a lady at the squatter camp and she only has one leg. So she couldn’t walk anywhere because she only had a walking frame and you still can’t walk with one leg even if you have a walking frame. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Then that kind wheelchair man gave her .... ummm ... I think maybe it was like 10 wheelchairs for Zoё’s friend in Britstown who looks after dying people. She is a very kind lady. She finds dying people in all kinds of places because their families throw them away like rubbish. Then she fetches them and she washes them and puts them in beautiful, soft beds and treats them as if they are Jesus. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And Zoё has made her a blog too so that she can put her stories on it about her people that she loves so very much, even though they are dying and some of them look like a bunch of sticks, they are so skinny. I think you will be interested to read her stories too, because my Mom loves her very much too and says she has never seen such a kind lady in all her life. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: small;">Sorry I haven’t written to all of you for a very long time. Please don’t stop writing comments because when you write comments it makes me happy. I know that I probably made you impatient. But I love you a lot. Its just that we have been so busy and my Mom is busy when we are not, and then we are busy when my Mom is not and we need to be together to do the blog.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: small;">Harriet’s house was so much fun. We rented movies and stuff, but I know that Kieran has already told you all that because he was early and I am late. But at the movies there was a trailer that was called Charlie St. Cloud. It said at the bottom, ‘Live your life and learn to let go.’ And I am really hoping to see that movie. It is about a big brother losing his little brother who died. And that made me very sad and it was moving. I like movies like that. (So does my Mom) She should actually see it. Maybe we can go together. That will be so cool.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: small;">So the other thing is that Kieran used up all the nice pictures ... but Rhys to a really cool picture of Slobberdog, so I am going to keep that one for last ... and you are going to LOVE it!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: small;">Slobberdog and all the other dogs hurt Jerome. Jerome told me (in sign language) that he slipped and fell down and all the dogs came and stood on him. Then I saw that and I chased them away and carried Jerome to P. I don’t think they were actually trying to attack him, but they just stood on him. Maybe they were trying to help him or something.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: small;">Today at school we learned things about science. It was very cool. But some of the boys were being naughty. We didn’t get to do the experiment. I was not that happy with them all. Sometimes I wish that I was magic and could just vanish them away when they behave so badly and make my teachers angry. Because when they do that it affects me as well.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: small;">Hello Lizzie. I know I have not spoken to you in a very long time. But every day I still think of you. And one day I’m going to be famous and get some money to meet you in England. There is always a spot for you in my heart. And I was to say hello to you, Becky. Please will you send a copied CD of High School Musical 2. The song CD. Thank you Hannah. My brother and I really appreciate you sending the money to my Mom for our shoes. We are so happy about it. We will wait and be patient until it comes and then we will go and buy them. Hugs and kisses.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: small;">In a few days we are having Cake ‘n Candy at school. I am so excited! So I asked my Mom if I could sell ice-creams because ice-creams are my favourite. But she said that would be hard because now it is hot and when the ice-creams get to school they will already be melted. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: small;">I was so happy to hear that Crispin’s name will be on the Honour’s Board for Badminton. And Plovers (Our house at school) came first place in Sports. Plovers always used to loose in sports until the Jarvises came to Aloe Ridge. That’s because everybody whose surname begins with a J is a Plover. And so all the Jarvises are good at sports and now they win all the time instead of losing all the time. Don’t you think that is awesome?</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: small;">Okay my friends, I will try not to take so long next time. But actually it was a bit of Kieran's fault because he wanted to do it in two parts and remember I wanted to do all the news at once. And then I felt so worried because I started forgetting all the stuff that I wanted to say. So I told Kieran that next time we have a lot of news we will just put it all on. Because after all you are not simple, are you? If you are busy or in a hurry or something like that, you <strong>know</strong> Slobberdog's address and you can just come back and miss the part you have read and then read from there. But Kieran always has to have these great experiments that are not that clever.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: small;">So now, here comes your Slobber Surprise for today! LOL!!! It's so cool!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: small;">So I am going now. I have some homework to do and Mom had to go and pick up the sports lot of kids at Aloe Ridge.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Hello all our friends on the blog. We want to give Slobberdog some space today, because he has kind of been missing out.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">My Uncle Berend is here. (My mother's eldest brother). He is very upset that Slobberdog doesn't have a nice place to sleep anymore. Mom said she would have to make a plan. That's when we thought we should honour Slobberdog with a nice blog this week so that he gets some attention again!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So here is our little skit!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Everybody is very busy doing their work of the day. Especially Ruthi. She’s busy mopping the floor for Mommy. Then Ellen was eating chicken and she had a chicken bone. Slobberdog spotted that immediately and came, smiling and smiling towards Ellen’s chicken bone. Ruthi said, “Oh no! Slobberdog, Ruthi no like you!” Poor Ruthi didn’t know about the chicken bone. She thought Slobberdog was smiling because he was thinking RUTHI was going to taste delicious!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Ellen felt so sorry for Ruthi, because she ran away screaming in terror. Ellen chucked the chicken bone at Slobberdog and ran off to comfort poor little Ruthi. Slobberdog was a very, very happy Slobberdog. Chicken bones are like Belgian chocolates to Slobberdog!</span> </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Jerome thought the whole scene was hilarious. He was laughing his head off! HA! HA! HA! HA! Slobberdog was not amused. He says to himself ... “What’s that little twirp laughing about? He better not be laughing at me! Is he LAUGHING at me?</span><span style="color: blue;"> Is he? Well is he?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">But Jerome loves Slobberdog and would never want to hurt Slobberdog’s feelings. Because Jerome is deaf and many times nobody has time to talk to Jerome. Then he often goes and sits and signs to Slobberdog, and Slobberdog "listens" to all his signing with great interest. So when he sees that Slobberdog is fed up because of his laughing, he feels sorry for his good friend, and he goes and gives Slobberdog a great big cuddle!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">But Slobberdog is still not too pleased. Even though he really loves cuddles, he much prefers chicken bones. Jerome realises this, and off he goes, and comes back with a delicious chicken bone! Slobberdog was much, much happier now and was smiling and smiling again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">The other news is that little Faith (Viv’s Faith) is now wearing glasses. She looks SO CUTE. She looks like a university lady. Mighty thinks she is the most beautiful little girl since Barbie. They have always loved each other since they were just babies.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Then there is this great story my Mom was reading to me yesterday. Somebody sent it to her. I asked her if we could put it on our blog and she said, YES! Of course. That's a great idea! So here it is:</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. Beside him was a sign which said: "I am blind, please help!" <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were only a few coins in the hat.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Both signs told people that you are blind. But the first sign only said what the people already knew. That you are blind. The second sign, on the other hand, inspired the people to give to you, because it told them, not only that you are blind, but that they were so lucky that they are not blind. Little boy, you shouldn't be surprised that the second sign was much better than the first one?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">The little boy said, "Oh, I see Sir! The moral of the Story is this: Always be thankful for what you have. You don’t have to be a genius to be creative. Break out of the “average” mould. Think differently. Think positively." </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">"That's right, Son!" Said the man, pleased. "And when life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, find those 1000 reasons to smile, for they are surely there. Embrace your past without regret. Face your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and keep God near. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Never underestimate the power of your smile.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Always be aware of the power of a gentle touch. It has the power to lift someone’s spirits to a place of new hope and confidence.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And that is the end of the story. I thought it was <strong>b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l! </strong>But guess what? Mom says she doesn't understand it that much. She feels sorry for the blind boy because that man didn't make him feel better about his blindness. He just made the people feel better that they weren't blind. Mom thinks that was kind of cruel. But I don't think so. What do YOU think?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><u>PIPPA</u> </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I am certain that EVERYBODY wants to know all about Pippa because now THERE is somebody who is exceptional. Better than normal. Above average. I don’t think I have ever met anybody quite like Pippa, and I am so glad that she is my sister. She’s just amazing. She has so much energy and Mom loves her to bits. Mom is always saying ... “Oh if I only still had Pippa’s energy.” </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Pippa wakes up really, really early in the morning and she gets about 6 little guys dressed. (Sometimes Teacher Sue is here to help her, but right now she has to do it on her own.) So these are her kids ~ Matthew who is 11, James who is 9, Mighty who is 7 (hiv+, Christian is 6 (hiv+), Jerome who is 4 (hiv+ and deaf) and lastly little Ruth, who will be 2 in December and is also hiv+ and GORGEOUS! We all adore that little girl ... everybody from Mommy right down to Jerome ... She is amazing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Pippa will be taking over TLC one of these days. She is really running TLC but Mom is still the “big boss” for now. I am not sure how long it is going to take for Pippa to take over. I guess it’s a bit scary for her to have so much responsibility. But she runs the whole household. It’s a very, very big job. She has to shop for everybody. She has to manage the cooking for 100 people, sometimes more. She has to supervise all the staff and that’s hard because there are many of them and sometimes they don’t do their jobs well and she has to tell them to shape up. They don’t like it most of the time, but everybody does love Pippa and so most of the time there isn’t a big fight or anything like that. Even with Joanna, and Rhys, Zoe and Mom. They don’t usually yell at each other. They talk nicely and softly. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I once went to my friend’s house and his parents were really yelling at each other and that’s scary. I’m glad they don’t do that. But actually RHYS does! He can yell so that the guys in hell can hear him. He is really scary when he yells. I have to say that Pippa yells at us sometimes. Because it's our own fault when we are disobedient and we frustrate her. We are untidy and lose our school stuff and then she has to buy more and that makes her crazy. Yeah, she yells at us sometimes. And Mom too, sometimes. Even the big boys can drive them both crazy sometimes. But that is why we are a family.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Pippa is such a good manager. She always manages everything. Like when we go on holiday she packs up everything ... and I mean everything! Imagine doing that for 30 kids? But we do help her though. We are all there and she says, you take this, you take that, you take the other thing. Then we put it all around the buses and cars ... whatever we are travelling in, and she comes and packs it all up. She always says ... ‘One thing my Dad certainly taught me was how to pack for holiday!’ Pippa really knows how to love and how to sacrifice.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">That is the thing that I love most about Pippa. When I think about her my heart goes soft and I get tears in my throat sometimes. To think she gave up her whole life for us. She is a real Jesus person. Like a Jesus with skin on. She has so much love and she helps everybody who asks for help. She never says ... “Oh go away” to the poor people or so. She always gives them something. She MIGHT sometimes call Zoe and ask her to deal with the poor people if she's very tired, because poor people are really Zoe’s passion and she loves to help them. But Mom and Pippa ... even though they love the poor people, their real passion is our family and all their kids.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">We still have a lot more to say, but Mom says that the Blog experts tell us that your blog should never be much longer than 1000 words. So this one is now a bit more than a 1000 words which means that we have to make a PART 2, or otherwise, we have to make another blog and post it in two or three days time. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Kieran and I have argued about this. Kieran wants to do a Part 2 right now, and I think it is better to do another blog in two days time. Finally, Kieran has agreed with me because otherwise people will get bored when they have to read such a lot of stuff. I know that when I read, I like to read small bits now and again, not a big long thing all at once. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Well, Kieran is the opposite he can sit and read all day long. Even the BIBLE! Can you believe it? Even the <strong>Old Testament</strong> ~ all about Saul and Samuel and Methewship or whatever Jonathan’s son was called. Geeeez Louise, I tell you the truth I have no idea how he sticks that out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, you wouldn’t know, Jesse, because you’ve never tried. You should try it sometime. Those are the coolest stories I have ever read. You will never find stories like that anywhere else ... well, maybe Lord of the Rings. But that’s about it. You should try it sometime, Jess.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">No, no! I know I don’t like that stuff. It’s so BORING.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">BORING? Well, you sit and gobble up every word when I <strong>tell</strong> you the stories ... what about that story about the widow and her little boy and the last drop of oil. And what about the story about when Moses parted the sea and all those soldiers were drowned. You loved those stories, you’re just lazy. You don’t want to read them for yourself.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Shoosh now Kieran, I’ve had enough of your whining. The thing is that we are not going to do a PART 2, but when we have too much news we will post it two or three days later. We will still do it all at once, because it’s easier for Mom that way. But then she will <strong>post</strong> it a few days later so that our friends don’t get BORED ... because MOST people are NORMAL Kieran ... like ME! LO!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Yeah well, who wants to be normal anyway? I’d much rather be exceptional.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Exceptional ... well, it’s kind of ‘not normal’ but better than normal. Above average I think.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, On Monday Rhys was in the playground and a huge Rinkhals (snake) came out of the bamboo and the dogs all started barking at it and trying to chase it away from the little toddlers who were playing in the playground with the volunteers. Overseas a Rinkhals is called a spitting cobra. Rhys was very scared because the volunteers don’t know about snakes and he kept yelling at them ... take those babies away. Get those babies out of the way. But they were just standing there, and the babies were just gaping at him and he got quite frustrated.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">A rinkhals is a very dangerous snake because it can spit very far and it spits at your eyes. It’s dangerous for little toddlers because they are low on the ground. So when Rhys came inside he was shaking because he was so worried about the little kids and the volunteers, that they did not run away when they saw the snake. He told Mom ... We have to teach those volunteers about snakes and we even need to train those babies to be afraid of snakes and not just to stand there staring at the thing. And Mom said, .. But Rhys, they are still very small, they won’t understand yet. Some of them are not even three yet. Rhys just left and grumbled ... Well, its very dangerous! He said. We have to do SOMETHING.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Hello Friends on the Blog, My Mom’s friend bought her a whole bunch of shrubs and flowers and two trees for her garden at Postinia. She is so happy. She was just smiling and smiling, and before she had been kind of sad. On Sunday Brendon and Matthew helped her to water them and stuff, and on Monday Bernard and Robert started to plant them for her. They look beautiful. We wanted her to take some pictures for the blog ... but she said ... Let’s wait until they have settled in for a bit.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">We heard Mom and Pippa talking and saying that some of the children’s homes like ours have closed down because they don’t have enough money. Mom is trying lots of new ways to bring in the money now because she says the old way does not work anymore. Companies don’t have money to give away anymore like they used to, and the government still doesn’t help by giving us money. But she told us not to worry, because <strong>we</strong> are not a Children’s Home. We are a family. And we will stay together no matter what. She said, we will always have our farm, and we will trust God that we will have food and the basic things. Staying together like a family is the most important thing. Mom says that God started TLC and he is not confused. He doesn't make mistakes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Last week when there were only a few of us here because 4 went to Kudu with Fiona, Theresa and Ellen went to Ellen’s Dad’s memorial and some of the Tigers were also out. So in the afternoon we watched the last of the movie series, 4400. After that we had supper and then Mom called us all together for a meeting in the DEN (that is what we have started to call the Homework Room). We called it that because it is so nice and cosy, cool and quiet and Mom and Pippa have put a lounge suite in there now, and they play Scrabble in there while we are all working and playing on the computers. It’s so cool, we all love it. Being together like that is so nice.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Mom told us to remember that Collen and Abram (they were our kitchen staff) and they stole Crispin’s cellphone and would not own up. And do you know what happened? They brought in the Lie Detective people and they put lie detective machines on all the staff and then they found out that it was Collen and Abram who stole the cellphone. (They are brothers) Mom loved them a lot and was so sad when she found out for sure it was them. And because Mom loved them so much, she still gave them a chance and said if they brought the phone back and promised not to steal anymore, then she would forgive them and we would forget about it. But they would not and said that she was just being mean to them because they were from Zimbabwe.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, then they had to leave and got fired and even though they phone Mom every week now and say sorry, and sorry and sorry over and over again, and say if Mom let's them come back they promise they will never ever steal anything again. But Mom said it’s too late now. She can’t trust them anymore. The time for sorry is over.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So Mom told us to think about what happened to Collen and Abram because she would have to treat this thief who stole the money from Tammy’s cottage, just the same. So we were all very worried, because what if the lie detective machine said it was us and it wasn’t? Mom said that that machine did not make mistakes, but we were all still very worried.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So Mom told us to remember that we <strong>do</strong> have a rule here at TLC. And that rule is if you make a mistake and you go to Mom straight away and tell her about it, then she will never punish you. But if you leave it for long, and if you never tell her, and she finds out for herself by some other way, then she will definitely have to punish you. So, she said that she would give the thief one last chance. And if that thief comes and repents to her before she goes to sleep, then there is still time to forgive, even though there will have to be consequences.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And then Mom said ... FAIR ENOUGH ... I make that solemn promise that this information will stay between me and you. And then that person said ... “MOM, IT WAS ME. I WAS THE THIEF.” Mom was very surprised, shocked and disappointed because she never thought this person would steal. So she talked to that person for a long time, and the next day we heard that it was all over. But Mom said there will still be consequences for this person, but we will never know who it is ... because Mom promised.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Rayne is Joanna’s youngest child. He is 8 years old. His birthday is on the 2nd December. He is Joanna's 4th heart-kid, her 4th son and her fifth child. He is a very funny boy. Sometimes we call him Rayne-Beau, just to be funny. It’s like a nick-name. He is kind of quiet but gets up to a lot of mischief too. He loves to play with the ‘tigers’. Those are the 5 and 6 year old kids. I think he likes them because he can boss them around and gets them to do all kinds of silly stuff.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">He is kind of cute as well and often makes us laugh because he says real silly things sometimes. Because of school he has to wear his hair short, but in the school holidays he lets his hair grow long and its very curly and cute. He is kind of light skinned. Maybe he is mixed race or something. I guess we don’t know, but maybe Joanna knows. He is a little bit like Taylor and Theresa when it comes to telling tall tales about us and getting us into trouble because he can be a bit spiteful when he is cross. Mom and Joanna never believe us bigger boys. They always just stick up for the little kids, and those little kids know it and they can get very mean sometimes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Today was the happiest day ever. My friend, David, came to our house and he was so glad to see me and I got a big hug as soon as he walked in the door. I told him ‘Were you upset when I ditched you?’ And he said ‘No! Of course not. I would have ditched myself if I had a chance to go to a Game Reserve! LOL’ And a big smile came on my face. Next time I must always listen to my Mom because she knows what’s right and she knew he was going to have a great time, and wouldn't miss me or be upset with me one bit. So everybody will you please all clap while my Mom takes a bow ... LOL <span style="color: blue;">LOL</span>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">I am so sad that we have to go back to school on Monday. I am angry about the strike because if they had not striked our holiday would have been 2 weeks. Now it is one week shorter because they striked. My Mom is VERY happy because we are going back to school, though. LOL Right now in my head I think she is jumping up and down for joy. She keeps saying, "I'm not getting a stitch of work done with all your shenanigans!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Hi Becky ... Okay, Jesse and Kieran ... yes, this is us together</span> <span style="color: red;">(Because we are cowards and we are both too scared to tell you so we want to say it together) We wanted to ask you if Zoë could take us to the mall with the money to buy the shoes. We are embarrassed to ask you this because it seems very rude. But you DID say that we should choose, so we are choosing, but we hope it’s not very rude. <span style="color: blue;">It's just that God hasn't blessed us with patience</span> ... (OR shoes! LOL)</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">On the 14th of October it’s my Mom’s birthday. I am so happy for her ... but on the 16th of October it might be her party. She has not decided to have a party yet. She doubts she will. She says we need too much money for other stuff. But we are going to our friend Harriet’s house, even if she has a party or not. I’m very sad for what I am doing, but when I get back home I will have a present in my hand for the best Mom in the world. </span><span style="color: blue;">Well, I really want to stay with my Mom too. But Harriet's house is SO LOVELY! WHAAA ... don't know what to do!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Hello Ceri. I hear that you are coming back on the 6th of October. I am going to be very excited to see you. My brother and I are jumping for joy. My brother wants to say one more time … <span style="color: blue;">THANKS FOR THE SPIDER MAN!</span> I want to say THANKS FOR THE JUSTIN BIEBER T-SHIRT. I cannot wait to see you.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">This movie I like is coming to cinemas soon. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It sounds very scary and exciting. I have seen the adverts and it looks so cool. I am hoping that my Mom will take me one of these days.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Don’t you worry about home-school. Thank you for all your comments about home-school. I think you are right. It is going to be great. And Becky I can’t wait until you come. Because you will be there when I am in home-school (I think). That is just going to be so fun. So fun. My Mom says 'so fun' is bad English. But if it is bad English, why is everybody saying it? She couldn't answer that question. Does anybody out there know?</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Brendon is doing well. He had some of his stitches taken out on Wednesday and the doctor says he is looking great. He still has to take some more stitches out next week.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I prayed for that baby that got eaten by the rats. Our wonderful friends, Papa Ron and Aunty Lynn were very sad when they heard the story about the rats. So when it was their day off, they went to Baragwaneth to find that baby. And guess what … THEY DID FIND HIM. And it was a <strong>miracle</strong> because they did not know his real name. But they found him anyway. And his hand is healing so well. There are just two little fingers that are still sore. But all his fingers are on his hand - he hasn't lost any - and he will probably have some scars but they say he is looking quite well. Isn't it cool to pray and then you wait a while and then you see God answered your prayer. It's like the coolest thing. I love God. He is SO cool! And Mom's right. God loves babies. I wonder why that is?</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Plus … last night I sat on my mother’s bed and I read <strong>ALL</strong> the comments. <strong>ALL</strong> 14 comments. It was tiring but I did it! That was so awesome that so many of you made comments. And a lot of you are TEACHING. Becoming <strong>teachers</strong>. Plus I needed to talk to Emma:</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Emma, I remember you came with me to Swaziland, didn't you? Are you that same Emma? It was such a great time. I just want to say that you were the best and we had a lovely time, didn’t we? And thank you for giving me courage and I know that I will do my best and be so good in home-school.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">I just realized I forgot to tell you about Kudu. It was so fun. (bad English ~ sorry Mom) We swam in the rock pool. I was very scared … because I don’t like swimming where there are fish. It really scares me. People think that is funny and my brother is even laughing right now, but you know what? My MOM doesn’t like swimming with fish either, too much. She says she's always scared they might suck her toes! LOL</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">At the bottom of the water there was slime. Eeew. It looks so disgusting. When I got out of the water, I was screaming for my Mom! LOL. Romy (that is Fiona’s big daughter) and her friends were all laughing at me. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Something made my heart sad. Poachers went into Kudu (although I did not see it, Fiona just told me about it) and they chopped off the rhinos’ horns. Even the baby one. It was very sad to see them without any horns. It would be like seeing those criminals without their noses. Imagine! That would make me delighted and it will teach them a lesson about how the rhinos feel.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">All of us kids were in the landrover and we saw these giraffes. This mommy giraffe wouldn’t let the baby giraffe have milk. So the baby went to its daddy to stand by him and the daddy almost kicked that baby giraffe’s head. Fiona was angry to see that.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Fiona was on a bike ride. And when she came back she fell down and hit her elbow on a rock and scraped open her hand and her arm and elbow. We were very shocked to see that. After that we could not go to the swimming pool because she hurt her arm and hand badly. Poor Fiona. I love Fiona. She's the kindest lady in the universe. Even though she calls us all 'Little shits!' She really does!! LOL <span style="color: blue;">LOL </span>And she also calls us 'RATS'. Mom says ... 'Oh don't worry about that. It's her good heart that counts!' And that's true. We all love Fiona. Every single one of us loves her. She is like a member of the family.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">When her arm was better she let me DRIVE THE LANDROVER!!! I was so happy, I was going crazy. I drove into the bushes. I almost crashed into a tree! LOL! Erin was laughing his head off. He was laughing till he was lame. It was one of the best experiences of my entire life.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Thabang and Carlton were jogging while we were in the Landrover. I was hanging on the step of the Landrover and tried to get Thabang’s hand onto the step and I never saw this tree. It scratched the top of the inside of my arm. I was screaming and told Romy to drive home fast because it was hurting so much. I thought I was dying, but you know me, I ALWAYS think I'm dying. That's why they call me 'Drama Queen' around here! LOL</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We saw buffalos in the game reserve. It was so cool to see them up close. We even took pictures of them. One day I will have my own camera. I couldn't take my own pictures and I really wanted to because Mom would have been so happy to see the pictures. But she said, 'Not to worry Jesse, one day I will go with Fiona myself and then I will see everything for myself.'</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We were driving in the night and we went to this waterfall. Wow! It was beautiful. So ~ <strong>so</strong> beautiful! It was so white and amazing. We wanted to swim in it. But we really came there to watch the sunset go down. It was so amazing. The sun was pink and orange as it was going down. Romy and the others told me to do the waka waka dance. I was too shy to do it! LOL I just wiggled my bum a little bit. LOL. I was very shy of Romy’s friends. Not Romy because I know her for years already.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So, there was Heritage Day. We were SO excited. We got everything cleaned up and so nice and NOBODY CAME! Nobody except DAVID. It was so rude, embarrassing and disappointing because every single year a whole bunch of people come and we have a great time. But not this year. We had the jumping castles and slides to ourselves. Oh, yes, some of Tommy’s friends did come.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">We did have a great braai. Pippa braai-ed the meat and it was delicious. She was as red as a lobster in the sun. But she was smiling all the time and was so good. The little kids were all playing under the willow tree. I was a little bit tired so I ended up sleeping on my Mom’s bed for some of the day. That never happened to me before that I have been sleeping so early these days. Even sometimes in the morning I sleep. I once slept until supper time. People had to wake me up to go and get my medicine.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I forgot to tell you something. In Cape Town there were these machines that you put money in and there’s a claw that you can move when you press a button. So there was one like that in Cape Town and it had watches with money inside. So I put the R2 in there and I pressed the button but it didn’t work. Not at all. Not even a tiny movement. So they cheated us. And I was a little bit sad, because once at the zoo there was another one like that and it had sweets inside, so then I said to the lady at the zoo ‘[Does this work?’ and she said ‘Yes’ and I said ‘Are you sure?’ and she said ‘Yes’. So I put the money in and I tried to work it. And I said ‘It’s not working’ and then she said, ‘No, because it doesn’t work.’ So then I said to her ‘But you just said it works.’ And she said this to me … ‘I know, but I was joking.’ So as soon as I walked away there was this lock on the machine and she opened it with the key and she took my money. I went and told Pippa. And Pippa said … ‘Yep! People cheat. Get over it!'</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Mom has been working very hard on her own blog. It's finished. I read it yesterday and I think its beautiful. She will probably post it up soon, but I think she's nervous. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Yeah I know why she's nervous. Its because she knows that nobody will read hers, because they prefer ours! LOL! ONLY JOKING. ONLY JOKING.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">A great thing happened at school today. The third term ended and we are going on our Spring Break which is about 10 days long. I am very happy about that. But one thing is bothering me. I am doing something a true friend would never do. I invited my friend over to my house for tomorrow, because it is Heritage Day. But now our friend, Fiona, invited me to visit her house in a beautiful nature reserve. I have never been there before, and all my brothers and sisters have. (Even Kieran).</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">I want my brother to tell my friend that I am sorry I ditched him like that. I feel very sad about what I have done, but I really do want to go to Kudu. It sounds exciting and a place to explore. </span><span style="color: red;">Does that sound selfish? When I come back I would have more time with my friend. I am very sorry about it. But he will still have fun at Heritage Day because people are bringing two great jumping castles and a waterslide and everybody is going to swim in the pool because Heritage Day is always the first day we all swim at the beginning of summer. They are also going to have a lovely braai, and I am sure he is going to have a fabulous time. It’s just that I feel bad and guilty.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Listen, you people that are reading this blog ~ take my advice ~ don’t ditch your friend like I ditched mine. You feel sad inside. I think my friend might not even forgive me. Not ever! Please don’t make the same mistake as I did. It's probably very selfish. Aaah. Oh. Grunt!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">The brothers that are coming to Kudu with me are Thabang, Erin, Carlton and myself. And then of course the whole of Fiona’s family. We are going to have so much fun and I am so excited.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We are busy cleaning the house for Heritage Day. I hope the swimming pool is clean by the time the people come. I hope my whole family has a lot of fun here on Heritage Day. We usually do, every year.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We are hoping that next year we can go to the sea. We are all praying to God that it will happen. We love the sea. For my Mom at the sea, it’s paradise. I like it at the sea because we eat a lot of ice cream. But mostly I like those huge, warm waves! I hope when we go I make friends at the sea like I did in 2008.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Lizzie thank you for the message and Ceri is coming to TLC on the 6th October! I am so excited! When I see her I am going to jump for joy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Taylor is Joanna’s third heart kid. She is the only daughter in that family. So, you can imagine, she is quite a princess because the others are all boys. She is ten years old and is in Grade 3. When she was smaller she was quite naughty and always told tales and made trouble for us boys. My golly she could make up the worst stories you can imagine and the worst is the Mommy and Joanna always believed her! But she is getting a whole lot better now that she is getting bigger.</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Taylor is very pretty and has a lot of problems with the boys at school. There is especially one boy whose name is Tume and he follows here around everywhere and says rude stuff to her. He doesn’t care if he gets into trouble. He just carries on and carries on. Even when people tell his parents he doesn’t care because they think his behaviour is funny, and they laugh. But it’s not only Tume who runs after Taylor. There are other boys too. That’s why Mom is so glad that Amy and Khensani are in a girls-only school.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Taylor and Khensani have been very best friends ... forever, I think. They love to be together and always wander around the farm. You can often find them in the guinea pigs run. They love it there and sometimes they play in the playground and chat and play in Khensi’s bedroom with dolls, and clothes, and then they fiddle with each other’s hair and talk about girly things. Amy plays with them sometimes, but Amy is not a girly-girl like the two of them are. Amy loves to do sports and she is a big tomboy. She rather plays with the boys and does rough things with them. She prefers to play soccer than dolls, for sure.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">When we stopped doing home-school and had to go to Aloe Ridge Primary Khensi also came to Aloe Ridge and Amy got sponsorship to go to a private school called St. Katharine’s. But then the following year (the beginning of this year) Khensani also go sponsorship to go to St. Katharine’s and Taylor was very, very sad. She cried and cried and didn’t want to go to school because Khensi was not there anymore. We felt very sorry for her.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">But now Taylor has other friends at school and she has Khensi at TLC, so that is good. Taylor is much happier at school now, but she still misses Khensi a lot and jumps for joy whenever she sees Khensi coming home in the car</span>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Hello Slobberdog’s people. There was this girl who went home early today and I wondered why? Then Taylor, my niece, told me that she went to Durban for TWO WEEKS. So then I said to myself ... how come when SHE goes somewhere the teachers don’t shout but when I go away for a week to my uncle Jerry everybody is cross with me?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">On Wednesday my brother, Brendon had to get up very early in the morning and he had to leave with Mommy and Pippa with Matthew. Brendon was going to have a big operation. He was born with a cleft palate and a hare lip and so he has had a lot of operations in his life. Yesterday, he had an operation that lasted 3 ½ hours and Mom says that is a very long time for an operation.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">They had to take bone out of his hip and put it in the roof of his mouth. He has been going to the orthodontist for about two years to pull his teeth straight. After that the hole in the roof of his mouth had to be closed, because otherwise he blows air out of it like a whale does.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">While Brendon was in the theatre Pippa had to take Matthew to the orthodontist because he has to get braces put on his teeth. Since then he has been whining and moaning about it being so SORE. Pippa bought him lots of soft stuff like ice cream and yoghurt ... marshmallows ... and he looks really sorry for himself while he is eating it. C’mon Matthew, don’t be such a woosi.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">You know my big sister, Zoë, works at the squatter camp, Jackson’s Drift, hey? So a few months ago she brought a lady here who had a little baby and the she asked us to look after the little baby for a couple of months because she said she couldn’t look after the baby properly because she had no money for food. So my Mom said, yes, we could put the baby in the nursery until the baby's Mom sorted herself out.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So the baby stayed here in our nursery and grew big and lovely for a few months. Then one day the Mom came back and said she was fine now and wanted the baby back. So, Joanna gave the baby back to the Mom.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Then yesterday when Zoë went to the squatter camp the people there told her that a terrible thing happened. That the mother of the baby had gone to the shebeen (the bar where they sell beer) and left the baby alone in the shack. And then while the mother was gone, the rats came and chewed the baby’s hand nearly off. The people were very upset and they said to Zoë that we should never have given the baby back to that lady because she is a bad mother and always sits in the bar and drinks beer and never looks after her baby.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Zoë was shocked and didn’t know if she should believe the people so she went to the clinic to check, and it was TRUE. The nurse at the clinic told Zoë she was so shocked to see that baby’s hand because she has never seen anything so terrible before! The Clinic Sister sent the baby to Baragwanath Hospital.</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">School has closed for 10 days. It was a fun day and we didn’t do much work. I do miss my friends already. PLUS my teacher wasn’t so much fun today. She has been teasing me about my blog and has been saying “... he has a blog and they do all this stuff.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So now I have a serious thing to tell you. My Mom, Pippa and my Principal had a meeting. They decided that school is too hard for me. My teacher told them that sometimes before half the day is up I am so tired, I have to put my head on the desk and can’t do anything anymore because I am so pooped. Exhausted. It’s because of my heart that I can’t keep up. I feel kind of happy that they DID realise I was not just being bad or lazy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So they all think that from next year I need to start being home-schooled because then I don’t have to get up so very early like the other kids. Especially winter is a big problem because then my hands swell up and my feet go numb and I start to feel very unwell.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I felt sad when Mom told me that story, but I think they are right. Still I know I will miss my friends at school and I hope I will be able to go to school and visit them now and again. I will also grow away from Jesse because our lives will not be together anymore and that makes me very, very sad. We fight sometimes, but we really do love each other and I think he is the only person in the world who really, really understands me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">It’s hard to imagine what life will be like all by myself here in the mornings doing work by myself. I wonder who is going to teach me and WHAT they are going to teach me. I wonder if I am going to grow up and be DOM. Stupid. I will have to read and read and read because once my Mom told me that if you read a lot you will never be stupid. At least I can already read well.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Then lastly, hello Hannah and Becky. I hope you are doing well. We are not getting comments anymore. We only had 2 this week. I feel sad about that. I think you readers didn’t like it when I told you about the poor people. I am so sorry if I hurt your feelings, I really didn’t mean it. It’s just that we live here and this is our life. Sometimes it’s not a nice life like other peoples’ because there is poverty all around, but it is still my life. And it makes me think about a lot of stuff, and I want to tell people what I am thinking. I hope you understand. So, we have to end now.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Thank you Hannah and Becky for writing to us. It doesn't matter if it takes long about the shoes. It matters that I can't talk to you every single day.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Plus ... today I want to talk about wasting. I thought about this for a few days already and so I decided. You know that every single person that has a house and kids wastes food.</span> <span style="color: red;">Hey, hey Kieran. That's kind of rude! You should say SOME people waste. Not every single person that has a house ...</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Ugh Jesse, YOU'RE rude ... Well, as I was saying before I was so <strong>rudely</strong> interrupted people waste food but there are poor people on the street that don’t have any food. And that reminds me of something. Please if anybody wants to waste, and you see a poor person on the street please give him the food that was going to get wasted by you.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">That reminds me about something else that’s quite sad. There is a little man … a black man … a little black man … he is not very old. Maybe he’s kind of Tommy’s age. He wears sacks and in winter he wears a faded red hoody. We think he might be a bit crazy. He has a crazy look in his eyes. Every single day he walks right up the tar road and then up to Southgate in the afternoon. We don’t know where he goes. We don’t know why he walks like that. We never see him coming back. We only ever see him walking UP.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Every day when Mom saw him she would say … oh there goes that poor dear little man. And we would all feel a little sad. So one day she thought if he was Jesus, she would love to buy him something nice to eat because he always looked so hungry. So she went to the Pick n Pay and bought him a nice freshly roasted chicken, 6 hot, fresh rolls, a 2 Litre Coke and a big Cadbury’s chocolate. Then she rushed back to find him on the road and she gave it to him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">He didn’t look pleased that first time. He opened it carefully. Like he wasn’t trusting it or something. When he saw the chicken he plopped right down on his bottom. Right there in the dust and started to rip up the chicken and stuffed it into his mouth. Mom saw this because she was curious and so she kept doing u-turns and driving past him. He didn’t even notice because he was so happy with his food.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So, maybe like two times a week she bought him that same lot of food. Chicken, coke and everything. He always looked kind of crazy when she gave it to him. I don’t think he ever learned to say thank you. Maybe he never had a Mom to teach him such manners. We don’t think he can even talk because he just kind of grunts. But Mom knew that he was really happy. He never ate the food right away after that first time. He just took it and walked on.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So, one day Mom was coming home with a whole bunch of the girls in the car. They had bought donuts. Then they noticed ahead of them was the little man. So Zoë said, ‘Shall we give him the left-over donuts?’ and Mom said what a good idea. We can’t remember which one of the girls gave him the donuts. We know she was sitting in the back of the car. But he looked in the packet and when he saw the donuts (they were still new and fresh. Not bitten or anything) he went completely crazy. He dropped the packet on the ground and went totally mad and like shaking his fists to heaven and shouting loudly. Walking fast this way then walking fast back the other way again and beating his head hard with his fists. Mom felt so bad. She said, oh, I wish I could talk to him so he could understand. Oh, I wish I could give him a hug or something. She wanted to cry all the way home. She didn’t mean to upset him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So the next time she saw him again, she rushed to the Pick ‘n Pay again and got the same chicken and stuff as she always did before. She rushed back to him and tried to give it to him but he looked at her very crazy-like and sort of growled and hissed at her and punched at the bag (but he didn’t hit it) and then he walked very fast away, almost like running. He just wouldn’t take it.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I wonder why he did that? I think I do understand. Because we were supposed to give him the same thing every single time. In his head that is what he wanted and expected. Maybe he was very, very disappointed when he only saw donuts and no chicken and it broke his heart. Because if you think that a big bag of delicious food like that to such a poor and hungry crazy person, would mean the whole world to him. It would be like promising to giving me a PSP, and when I look in the packet I just find a cheap little toy plastic cell-phone that doesn't even work, MAYBE I would feel the same. I don’t know … I wouldn’t go crazy like that because I know about being ungrateful. But I am trying to explain how his heart must have been broken because he was so very, very disappointed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">The only thing is that when I <strong>don’t</strong> get the right thing my heart just breaks and I start to cry inside. But you have to have good manners and not be rude to the person who gave it to you. But when disappointment comes in your heart, you can’t help it. You can’t stop it. It just comes and it’s sore. It hurts a lot. Were you ever disappointed? Well, if you think about the very very worst time when you were disappointed, and think about how that felt. Then I think that you will understand why the poor little man did that. Also, when you can’t talk it must be even harder. Maybe if he could swear or something, it would make him feel better somehow. Not that swearing is a good thing, but maybe if he had words to use it would have been better. Even swearwords.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"></span><span style="color: blue;">We will see if we can have a camera ready and if we see him again we will take a picture of him, but we will make sure that he doesn’t notice because we don’t want to upset him or hurt his feelings. It’s just so you can see what I mean. Zoe borrowed Mom's camera because she had to take pictures at her work. She works at the squatter camp in Jackson's Drift, just down the road. She helps the poor people there. She tries to make their lives better. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">A lot of our babies come from Jackson's Drift. Sometimes when I go there, (not very often ~ usually just at Christmas when we give them some of our Christmas presents), then I get very grateful that my Mom found us and adopted us, otherwise we might be living there right now. Some of those kids live there and don't have parents. And they are quite small like us. Not teenagers or anything.</span> </div>
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<span style="color: red;">Sorry we have not been up to date this week. Today at school my brother Benjamin was not that well behaved. He got sent out of class and he almost got a discipline mark. My Afrikaans teacher was shouting at Benjamin because every time his undies (his boxers) always show. He was not very happy. I was so embarrassed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">My brother, Crispin, came to our class and then my teacher started blaming things on him. She was saying that Benjamin learns his <strong>boxers habit</strong> from Crispin. I felt like I was going to die. Crispin looked sad like he thought it was unfair that she was blaming him for Benjamin. He was in a bad mood for the rest of the day (Crispin was).</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">But after school the teacher caught Pippa and told her that she has to do something about Benjamin. Then she told Pippa the story and Pippa was disappointed with Benjamin.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">When Pippa came home she told Mom about it and they talked about it and they said that it is because he doesn’t want to be in Aloe Ridge Primary anymore and he wants to go to Randeor. But he can only go next year so he has to stay at Aloe Ridge in the meantime. But he hates it there and Mom thinks that he’s acting up because he’s angry because he thinks maybe he can just stay at home until the end of the year. But Mom says that’s not a good thing. He still has to go to school for now.</span></div>
<span style="color: red;">Today I did so well in my maths test. I got 100%! I really did! I am so happy and proud of myself because I usually get 80% or 85%. This the first time I have ever got 100%.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">On Wednesday my teacher said we must say who our favourite soccer player is. My favourite soccer player is Lionel Messi. He is a good soccer player. He plays for Argentina. And Barcelona in Spain.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Lizzie, thank you for postcard. I was very shocked to hear that you were in China. Can you tell Ceri that I thank her for the Justin Bieber shirt. I was so happy when I got it! I am missing you so much Lizzie. Every time I listen to Justin Bieber’s songs I think of you. I can’t wait until you come back to TLC.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">I wanted to ask my Mom if some day we could go to the movies and watch the new Karate Kid. I hear it is a very good movie. I was a Karate Kid once. I don’t really know why I gave up. I think it’s because I was by myself. All my brothers and sisters decided to quit and my Sensei wasn’t there one of those nights. I was upset and then they showed up so late … when it was time to go home. So I went home and then I quit, because I was too scared of being there by myself in the dark. That’s a dark and scary place, a bit farmish and it’s not nice to be in a place like that all on your own. I always remember Macson when I am alone in the dark. Poor Macson!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Mom is not so happy that we all quit. She hates it when she we start things and quit them again. So, we were supposed to move from Cubs to Scouts this year, but most of us didn't want to and she was very cross. She said, DONT KNOW KNOW? Winners never quit and quitters never win? She said ... YOU ARE GOING! It's good for you. Some of us were very cross. (Not me! I LOVE Scouts even more than I loved Cubs.) But Brett and some of the others had a very bad attitude. But I took a picture of Carlton. He is the biggest of all of us and looked the grandest in his Scout uniform. He is only 12 but he is the same size as Crispin who is 14!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Tim, I am missing you a lot too. I found the picture that you gave me. I was so happy when I found it. Thank you for the poster. I really appreciate it. Will you please send me a picture of you in the tiger’s cage. I am missing you so much. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">I am so excited to hear that Benjamin is going to go to Randeor. It’s going to be a good school for him. I think that is why maybe he doesn’t behave right now at school because he is not happy at Aloe Ridge. People tease him a lot and he gets very upset. He can’t manage the work either.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Pippa came back from Denmark. She was only gone for one week but it seemed like much longer. We did manage okay, but it’s not so nice without her here. At least I made my Mom happy and made her lots of tea! That made her feel much better. She always reminds of the nursery rhyme “I’m a little teapot short and stout tip me up and pour me out.” I don’t know why but I always think of that when she asks me to make her a cup of tea. But it was so great to have her back. She brought us lots of yummy sweeties and Martin and Martina sent Dominique some presents. She was so happy. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">Gladys told Zoe the day she got sick and Zoe thought she just had a tummy bug. She came home and asked Mom for some medicine and nobody thought it was serious. Zoe was broken hearted the next day she found out that Gladys had been poisoned and had actually died. She cried the whole day because Gladys was so strong and managed many things to help the poor people. She managed to get water for them and that was a great blessing because before they had to wait for a truck and buy 5 Litres of water a day for some money and it was hard for the Moms to wash themselves, their children, their clothes and still make food and drinks with so little water. Glady was very loved because she helped them to get a tank for water.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red;">Yes, and so today we talked to Mom about the picture that Zoe hated. We think its a great picture, but she hates it and so we thought we should change it because its disrespectful to use somebody's face without their permission. Then we saw that Mom felt bad too and said ... You are right boys. Let's change it. We are so happy because Zoe is such a good girl. She lives to help other people and we love her so much because she helps us all the time too. So we are glad that we changed the picture and the new picture and the new logo aren't too bad are they?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Again, we want to say sorry that we took so long this week. It was a busy week. But we love you all so much. Do you know that our clicks are now 4000? That’s so cool. Mom is very proud of us. But I am proud of every one of you 4000 clickers. THANK YOU!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Because we are so late this week we don't have time to do a FAMILY FOCUS so we are going to leave it this week, if you don't mind. We will start it nice and early for next week to be sure that it will be there. In a way ZOE was a FAMILY FOCUS for this week.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Yep! Till next week then. KIERAN</span></div>Thea Jarvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846733085050816820noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582516526645092341.post-87748873131976657082010-09-01T01:28:00.000-07:002010-09-04T08:30:14.353-07:00A LETTER FROM MOM<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<strong>Well, here I am!</strong> Before I even start I want to thank you all for your love, your good wishes and your prayers during my time of need. I can only imagine what confusion there must have been amongst you all, concerning my condition. Well, if you could see my face now, you would see a great, big smile. Because, dear friends ... I hope it was not too much of a shock for you to discover that Thea Jarvis is indeed, human! She doesn’t glow in the dark. And no, she cannot walk on water. She is made of flesh and blood just like all the rest of us!</div>
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It was a simple case of having burned the candle on both ends for too long. Running and running until I was running on empty, and that brought me to a standstill. I, of all people, should have known better, but you find yourself on that treadmill and you are marching; day and night, day and night ... it just goes round and round until one day you fall over. And that’s what happened to me.</div>
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What happened was that my call to duty became so strong that I could no longer hear the call of God in my life. If that happens, particularly in THIS line of work where you are giving so much of your inner being on a 24 hourly basis, you are sure to run into difficulty. When I survey that picture of myself, (poor thing!) I feel quite sad. Having once been a person who walked so easily and confidently with my God; who was able to bend a knee at the smallest beacon of God in my heart ... I had become very needy indeed. </div>
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Where once it was God and only God that I had relied upon for provision of anything we needed here at TLC, be it for the babies, the children, the volunteers, the family, the staff ~ any part of this large task ~ my confidence waned. The complete lack of time I spent in prayer crippled my relationship with Him. I found myself trapped by anxiety and fear and the spiral downward was pretty swift and painful. </div>
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There I was, no longer looking to God as my source and my help; but turning to the world instead. Like the proverbial prodigal son, I sat at the feet of the world, with a begging bowl in my hand. That was a very tragic state of affairs for a child of God to find herself in. </div>
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My first wake-up call was when somebody I dearly love and respect and who has made an incredible impact on TLC’s funding over the years, took issue with the fact that I have a little cross at the bottom of my e-mail, as part of my signature. She said that it was very unprofessional and that crosses belonged in graveyards and not on e-mails. She demanded that I remove it ... or else!</div>
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This happened at a time when our funding was at its lowest since the very inception of TLC. It threw me into a terrible turmoil. I felt so incredibly threatened by those two little words “or else” yet at the same time I felt that all the angels and saints in heaven were standing on tippy-toes ~ and peering down ~ watching ... to see what I would do. And I COULDN’T do it! Whatever the cost ... my little cross had to stay. Professional or not!</div>
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Obviously, my little friend does not know Jesus. And I feel certain that she will be reading this letter! She could never understand that I find all my energy and inspiration in the power of that cross. So neither she, nor her words were an issue really. The issue was the fact that I had actually faltered. I had actually stopped (even though it was only for a short time) but I had stopped to consider the consequences of her threat. It was a sudden and frightening awareness of my spiritual condition. </div>
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I have heard Christians say, over the years ... that the way back to the Father is never easy. It is fraught with guilt, pain, fear and just plain heartache. The accuser is there in all his might and force to keep you where you are. I never understood it until now. It was really hard. After I wrote you all that last letter, I came to my little Postinia all broken, and yet I imagined that after a few prayers and reading of the Bible, I would be good as new. If only it was that simple! </div>
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It was a real struggle. In fact, at one point it was sheer agony. But thank God there came a point when his grace finally shone through and tears started to pour, and then you must know ... where there are genuine tears ... God is always near. So from then on slowly but surely there was progress and healing and I am so happy to tell you that today I am really fine. Even my broken heart of seven years, has finally been healed. My Christian flag is flying high and there’s peace in my heart once more. A lovely, warm, special peace that ‘passes all understanding’. Thank God! And thank all of you for your love and your prayers and your patience and kindness. I really love every single one of you ... very deeply. </div>
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My life has changed for the better. One of the problems that led to my demise was the fact that I had to rise at about 5am-ish every morning so that Pippa and I could get all the school kids breakfasted, dressed and ship-shape for school. I could never see a way that I could find time to pray because of this. By the time they left for school and I had managed to tidy myself up for duty ... it was past 8 o’clock, and I thought that was too late for prayer. And by evening time I was so tired, I couldn't stay up passed 8 pm.</div>
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Silly me! There is always a way ... So, now I still do all those things in the morning, and then at 8 am I head for Postinia where I spend 2 quiet hours, praying, reading my Bible, listening to beautiful music ... all kinds of things that build you up on the inside. And I am really happy with this state of affairs. It means that my day starts on a high ... I can get prepared for whatever comes my way during the day. It’s really great and has given me a new lease on life.</div>
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Altogether I was ‘away’ for three weeks. I spent two silent weeks in Postinia and then one week in Swellendam with my brother Jerry and his good friend, Yvonne. It was a wonderful time of ‘catching up’ with my brother, and also my cousin, Nel, who now stays in Swellendam as well. It helped me to rediscover all the goodness and inner nourishment that can be had from your family and those that you love. </div>
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I also visited my nephew Gerard in Cape Town which was very special. These were very neglected matters in my life, and I will not allow that situation to repeat itself, ever!</div>
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I also want to take this opportunity of thanking so many of you for following Jesse & Kieran’s blog. Their self-image is soaring right now and it has been so good for them. I am considering offering the opportunity to the other kids as well, even though most of those don’t have the same “gift of the gab” that the twins have. I still think there is a psychological element to it that should be harnessed for all of them because of the benefits they will receive. But I will have to wait until we get some help because it can be very time consuming! </div>
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Actually, I am toying with the idea of setting up a blog for myself as well and writing after my two hours here at Postinia in the mornings. But I will wait until Pippa is back from Denmark before I embark on such a courageous endeavour! </div>
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God bless you all, dear friends and families ... thank you again for your patience and understanding. </div>
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And for all my friends in Denmark, I will be thinking of you this coming weekend as you enjoy yourselves at Bosoere, with my little Pippa! She is very excited and I know that she is in for a great treat! Please remember I will need pictures!</div>
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All my love to you,</div>
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<span style="color: red;">I went to watch Step Up 3D with Volunteers, Tim and Theo ... and James. It was so much fun. We went to the mall and the arcade and the ring shops. It was such fun without Kieran! LOL. But I did miss him a bit. I had so much fun. Maybe my Mom will let me go again next time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">On Saturday this lady came to visit us. Her name is Shannon. She is helping to make our barn better and she is going to buy a big screen in for us. She has two sons. They are also twins about our age but they are not identical. And you know what else? I checked on Kiera and Jessica when I got home and they ARE NOT IDENTICAL. They have become completely different. Aaah. I think thats a bit disappointing, actually. Anyway, I was having a long conversation with Shannon and her kids. She also has a very cute, small girl, like about 2 years old. We told Shannon all about our life and she told us about hers. She also thinks that big families are great.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">There is a strike on and it isn't that good. We can't go to school and have an education. When I heard that there was a strike, I was not very happy. Kieran and I went to Aloe Ridge School and we stood by a board that said 'NO SCHOOL DUE TO STRIKE.' Pippa said we must jump up and down and look happy, but Kieran just stood there and Pippa said she is going to put on the blog that 'Kieran is a LOSER.' She wanted to take a picture so badly.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, I don't care cause I was not in the mood for jumping up and down! Anyway ... I don't like that whole strike story. I think they should pay our teachers properly. No wonder there are not enough teachers when they don't get enough pay to look after their kids properly. So, I don't like the strike either, but its not like they WANT to strike. It's because they HAVE to strike. The govament must pay their people like they promised. So, I didn't think there was anything to jump up and down about and even if Pippa calls me a LOSER I won't because the strike doesn't make me feel happy at all.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">It was Tommy's birthday party on Saturday. I went to him and I said, --- Tommy can I please come to your party? --- and Tommy said --- Of course my son --- (he always says that to me, even though I am not his son). It was a real cool party. Tommy turned 17. He had lots of friends around and they were all kind of about his age. There was a lot of cool music and we could put it real loud because it was in the barn and we didn't disturb anybody. I went on the dance floor and I was dancing a lot.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">After a while I ran to check on my Mom and she asked --- So how is the party going --- and I said --- GREAT! --- So she told me to put on my slippers but I didn't listen. I ran back to the barn - I was so scared I was going to miss something and I was dancing and dancing again. It was such fun ... I was dancing with Tim the volunteer. It really was such great fun. I ate popcorn and drank Pepsi. I am not actually supposed to drink Pepsi so it made me a little dizzy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I was roasting marshmallows and we had boerewors. That is like a South African delicious sausage and we had it on rolls so that's called Boerewors rolls. Yummy. Tim had to carry Jesse to bed then because he fell asleep. He was so mad with himself on Sunday morning. But he just couldn't keep his eyes open.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Tommy has a girlfriend. Her name is Poppy. She is lovely. And Tommy gave her a present ... it was a party pack with chips and stuff and a lovely teenager book. Poppy was so happy. I really, REALLY wanted to get a picture of the two of them. I think I took about 2000 of the party ... but they were <strong>all</strong> fuzzy. I think I probably shake a little bit. Mom was disappointed. She trusted me. She said ... 'Oh Kieran! I should have done it myself.' Aw ... sorry Mom.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Kay is Joanna’s firstborn tummy-kid. It is not hard to write about Kay because he is such a fabulous guy. He is a great friend and is always a lot of fun. He never makes trouble because he is quite quiet. He is very good at school and does his work well and is clever. He never gets into trouble. I think he has never got a discipline mark in his life. Everybody loves Kay. I don’t think there is one person in this whole wide world who ever said ... --- I don’t like Kay Jones --- He is such a cool dude. (Not in a proud way, but in a nice way).</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Kay is the same kind of age as Brendon and Crispin. When he was born he was very premature because my sister, Joanna, is diabetic and so he was very tiny and she was very sick. Mom says that Joanna nearly lost her life giving birth to him and so she decided not to have any more tummy babies, but only to have heart babies instead. Joanna had already adopted West when Kay was born. West and Kay are very different from each other. Kay is such a peacemaker. He doesn’t like fights and that kind of stuff. When fights happen, he always moves away from the fights, or otherwise he stays very quiet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">We all think that Kay looks a lot like the Jarvises. Mommy says he looks a lot like Joanna did when she was a little girl, except that she had blue eyes, and Kay has brown eyes like his father. But I think that Kay looks quite a lot like Rhys, actually. And I know that Rhys and Joanna look a lot alike too. All those white Jarvises look similar. </span><span style="color: red;">You can really tell that they all have the same genes and the same blood. They laugh the same, and they all have blue eyes. They think the same things are funny and sometimes its like they have their own language when they talk ... you kind of don’t really know what they are talking about or what they are trying to say, and then they all burst out laughing together and you are going .... ---W-h-a-t?--</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Kay likes to play soccer. He is so good at writing things like stories. He is good with his hands. Next year Kay is going to High School and he will not be going to St. David’s like the Jarvis boys do. Joanna wants him to go to school close by and that school is called Waterstone. I think Kay might be a little bit lonely without all the Jarvises, but we will still see each other in the afternoons and in the holidays and weekends. Kay says he is a little bit scared of that school because nearly all the kids are white and in Aloe Ridge nearly all the kids are brown. Kay is used to being only one white face here at TLC where all the other kids are brown. But I am sure he will find friends at Waterstone and he will be very happy because he is such a good, kind guy.</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Kay was very heart-sore when his Mom and Dad got divorced. I think it must be much more sore when it is your <strong>real</strong> own flesh and blood Mom and Dad because you are like their creation from their bodies and the reason you are on earth is because they loved each other and so they made you together ... a real special thing, like a whole kid! And then one person runs off like it never happened and takes another person for a wife or a husband and forgets about that first family. I can see how that can be very painful for a kid. And I can see why God doesn’t want us to do things like that. I know big people always say that its <em>complicated</em>. And maybe it <strong>is</strong> complicated and a kid like me can't understand it yet. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">But when I am big I will pray to God that my life doesn’t get complicated because I want to stay with my babies and my kids forever and ever and not be like having one kid with one person, another kid with another person and another kid with another person so that some of my very own kids don’t have a Dad. I want all my kids to stay with me and with their one and the same Mom forever and ever so that nobody gets sad and unhappy and cries for me. That would make me too miserable. I would be broken hearted if that had to happen. I always cry in the movies when I see stuff like that and I promise God I will never do that to my kids or my wife, even if she gets fat and ugly or toothless and old and there is a pretty young thing flirting with me ... oh no! I will run for my life back to my family...</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Then I also wanted to talk about that Trinations match with Australia and South Africa on Saturday. Wow! I mean WOW!! Wasn't that something? What a GREAT game. Geeez Louise! I enjoyed that ... except for the beginning when I was beginning to think we might lose. But then our boys picked up ... they found themselves again and WHAT A WONDER!!! Didn't you just LOVE it? And Victor Mattfield standing on the pitch singing the anthem with his two little kids in his arms. My goodness it brought tears to my eyes. So lovely. When I get a son one day, I want to call him Victor. Guess why? Well, NOT ONLY because of I think Victor Mattfield is the GREATEST, but did you know, my own flesh and blood Dad was called VICTOR? It's strange but my Mom's name was not on any of the hospital documents, but there was my Dad's name. VICTOR. So, I am going to call my son Victor one day (with permission from my wife, of course!) LOL And maybe if its a girl, I will call her <strong>VICTORIOUS</strong>! LOL! LOL!</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: red;">So now we are going to answer the comments. Errrah ... it's a big job.</span> </span><span style="color: blue;">It IS! It takes FOREVER. Maybe we will do it today but not every time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Hannah Johnson said... </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Wow you are very brave, i would not have gone swimming in a lake full of big fish! Although maybe Kieren could have done a bit more "fishing" hey?!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Yeah! LOL</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">I'm glad you got a new Justin Beiber cd jessie, you'll have to take good care of that one! </span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: red;">I am. No scratches and locked away from the TLC thieves. They even stole Ellen's purse with R20 in it, and while Mom was in Cape Town they stole her rosary and she was heartbroken. It was her Pope John Paul II very special rosary. I hate thieves! </span></span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">Me and Becky are going to a festival for the weekend where we have to live in a tent for 4 days! I hope it doesn't rain, it always rains in Engand!</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">I forgot to ask you what shoe size you are for the trainers?! Could you let me know and i'll see what i can do! Love you both loads xxx </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I am size 3. </span><span style="color: red;">I am size 4.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Hi b boys great blog again! I think West would make a good counsellor as he is such a good listener. I remember all of Joanna's family as the soapbox tgeam liveed at their place. I did enjoy my time at tlc & would dearly love to visit again</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Hello Aunty Anne. Thank you for making a comment.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">I don't know if you remember us. You stayed at our house (Don & Dolly) while you were in Saskatoon, Canada. You will always have a special place in our hearts. I love reading your blog. You bring a smile to my face whenever I read it. Keep it up!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: blue;">Oh we remember you Dolly. We remember you and Don and Heidi and Kimmy and ... mmm. Oh I forgot somebody. So sorry. But we mostly remember Don because he loved us so much. He was like a Dad and we cried and cried when we had to leave on the plane, because we didn't want to leave Don. And afterwards Don sent us some presents and letters. We remember it snowed the night we had to go on the plane and we were excited because we never saw snow before. Dolly we were only 4 ... Now we are 11!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">I am a reader and a fan of your blog and it allways makes me smile :-)You guys are excellent story tellers! I live in Holstebro, Denmark and am the proud mother of Oliver (Andile) and we adopted him from TLC in 2007. I will show him the lovely pictures :-) Please keep on posting! Gitte. </span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: red;">Thank you Gitte. We don't know you but my Mom does, and she knows Andile. We don't know the babies because they come and go all the time. But Mom mostly knows everybody. Pippa says 'Sabina phoned' and Mom says, 'oh yes, that's Thando's Mom.' and then Pippa says 'HOW do you DO that'? But we can't do that. Sorry. But we are very glad that you like our blogstories.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Thank you boys, for writing such lovely and entertaining stories from your life. I read every one of them, and it's so great to hear about life at the Jarvis's. I hope to come back to TLC sometimes in the future with my two sons-sand hopefully meet the two of you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Say Hello to your mom, and tell Pippa I'm looking forward to seeing here when she comes to Denmark.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Pippa is getting very stressed. And she struggled to get a visa every day the man called and wanted something more and something more till Pippa was going crazy. But now she has it so she's happy but she has to prepare a lot to go because she is so busy. Thank you for reading our blogstories and my mom sends her love back.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Hey boys, your doing such a flippin`good job with your blog! Love to read it, so I can keep all of you in my heart! Anna, your biggest fan in Germany! </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Actually we don't remember Anna either, only and English Anna. But I am sure my Mom will know you. Thank you for being a fan. We love you!</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Plain Talk About Spanking</span><span style="color: red;">??????</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">by Jordan Riak</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">We thought this was a mistake because ... it was wierd. Then Mom said 'Oh I think that person is Danish, maybe because they don't spank in Denmark. Then I remembered that I said to the Dutch lady that we were going to give Holland a spanking in soccer. LOL! LOL! </span><span style="color: blue;">LOL!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;">Dear anamous, we did not mean a REAL spanking. You probably don't understand because you don't speak English. In English we say 'We are going to beat you.' when we mean we are going to win a match. We don't mean we are actually going to B-E-A-T you will our hands! LOL! LOL! <span style="color: blue;">LOL!</span> And so sometimes if you feel like being funny you can say WE ARE GOING TO SPANK YOU ... or WE ARE GOING TO WALLOP YOU. But we don't mean it. Don't worry. We don't mean it. We don't spank each other for real!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">You guys should also know that I am not a sporty person. People keep asking me sport questions because of the World Cup and what we wrote on the blog. I liked the world cup soccer. But I don't like sports because of my heart problem. JESSE is the one who loves sports. All kinds of sports.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Boys, I just love reading your blogs. Keep it up! </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Thanks Zach and Emily.</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">Hey Kieran and Jesse :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">I read your blog everytime when you write something new and I just LOVE it! You are so wonderful! And by the way so good in writing those things down, I can really imagine how everything happens:) </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Just miss TLC and you guys very often so badly!</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Lots of love from Germany, Eva :) </span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: red;">People always say 'I love TLC so much because ... of this ... because ... of that' and those things are true and nice. But people forget that it always happens that people must leave and then our hearts are sore ... yours and ours. I hate it when people go again. Like Becky. I MISS YOU BECKY! COME BACK!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: red;">Thank you for your comment Eva.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">I do understand, why you didn't like fishing, Kieran! I also think it's VERY boring! There are many other things that are much more interesting! I'm happy for you that you got the chance to go to Cape Town, though! It's such a beautiful place, I love it!</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">I love your blog stories! It's so nice to read how you experience life at TLC! It's so nice to hear from you and see how much you have grown up! (I was at TLC 2006/07, so long ago!) Every day I look at your bolg to see if there is a new story, even though it's not the weekend and not time for a new story yet. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Thanks for the comment Linda. We don't remember you anymore, sorry. But I know my Mom will remember you. Thank you for reading our blogstories, though. Love you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">wow you guys have been busy!!! </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">jesse i'm so happy you got your justin bieber cd, i hope you remember all the songs still!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">i miss you guys loads but im starting school next month so hopefully ill be very busy!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">love you loads, (ps, im holding jessica and kiera in fiona's photo! ;) )</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">We miss you so much, Lizzie. We wish you could come back right now.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Hi Boys, Another fantastic Blog - what an adventure on the Cape Keiran.We live in an area,like your Mom says,way up high in the hills and the only things that like to eat the rough grass on the moors are sheep and I have to agree with you I wouldn't like to kiss one on the nose either!! but I think it's ok to stroke a pet one.And how lovely to re-find your brother and the rest of the Family at Home then to celebrate with a great picnic at the lake with them all. Your Family is terrific so thank you again for sharing them with us.We are glad to share Lucy and Hannah with you for a while.We did know about Hannah's knee - you need to give her a big hug from us so she gets better each day. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Thank you Aunty Jay. We love getting your comments, even though we think we might not be able to answer them all anymore. I hope you don't mind. I hope you are not disappointed. We didn't think it would be so much work, but we get very tired because we have to do it on Word first so that we can check the spelling and be very careful and stuff. Then we have to move it all to the blog and sometimes we lose some of it ... ugh! It's quite hard. And answering the comments makes it twice as hard. But when we can we will do it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Kieran, I understand how fishing can be slow. I am usually the one to go with my daddy because my sisters don't like to sit for so long. We pass the time by singing silly songs that tell the fish to come and bite our hooks. Sometimes it works and we catch really big ones!</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">I'm glad you all had fun at the lake! I understand being a bit spooked about the fish- once when my husband and I were in a lake, he was floating on a raft when a bug landed on him and bit him. But before he could swat the bug, a fish jumped out of the water and ate the bug off of him!! He was very surprised, but I had a good giggle. = ) We both laugh about it now. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Yikes if that happened to me, I swear I would have a heart attack. Imagine a fish doing that. Oh yuck man. It's just gross. Sucking a bug right off your body. Gross man! Thanks for your comment Allison.</span></div>Thea Jarvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846733085050816820noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582516526645092341.post-89380500897679388342010-08-25T05:03:00.000-07:002010-08-25T12:37:31.335-07:00Swellendam 2 and Bas Lake<br />
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<span style="color: red;">First of all we wanted to give you a report back on Jessica and Kiera. They are doing so well and are growing quickly. Mom asked the volunteers to take a picture of the babies, that looks the same as the picture she took of Kieran and I when we were that age. She made like a competition and said the best picture would get a little prize from her. So they all took pictures, but the very best one of all was this one. It was taken by Fiona from Pennsylvania (Not Pencilvania! LOL). We think she did a great job, don't you. And those babies look so lovely. Next time we will show you how they look now. Because these pictures were taken a few weeks ago. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">This picture was taken by Mommy when we first arrived at TLC. Jesse came first, and I was very sick because of my heart problem. Mom had to wait another week before they called her to fetch me and she was so happy! She said she nearly danced all the way to the hospital. But when she got there, they told Mom that she should just love and look after me nicely, but that they didn't think I was going to live more than a month because of my serious heart condition. But Mom thought to herself. "Hmmmm ... God can change anything!" So she brought me home and started praying for me right away. I kept stopping to breathe and Mom put me onto oxygen. I was on oxygen for about three months because every time she took me off it, I would stop breathing again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">One day, she was giving me a wash and I stopped breathing. She got such a fright and she tried to rescusitate me, but I didn't come around. So she was very upset and was trying everything. Just then her old priest friend called Fr. Victor who was the Catholic Chaplain of Baragwanath Hospital phoned her and he did not stop ringing the phone. So Mom answered and just said "I can't talk to you now! A baby has stopped breathing. Before she put the phone down she heard Fr. Victor's voice shout: "Is the baby baptised" She shouted back, "NO!" and put the phone down. Mom says, she couldn't believe it, she was just back with me and trying to tap my heart again, when she hear Fr. Victor's voice behind her say, "Out of the way, we need to baptise this baby." She was astonished because she didn't think that Fr. Victor could have got there so quickly, because neither of them had cellphones in those days. Anyway, Fr. Victor pushed her out of the way, took the special bottles out of his little case and started to baptise me. Just when he said the words "I baptise you in the name of Jesus" and poured water over my head, I coughed and spluttered and began to breathe. Can you believe that? My Mom says that was a REAL miracle that she saw with her own peepers! And I never lost my breath again since that day! Isn't that a lovely story? And it's a TRUE story!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We thought that it will be fine if we put Joanna's kids in now so that it will make more sense later on. Otherwise you might think that her kids are Mom's kids. So Joanna did things differently from Mom because she first adopted West, so she had a heart-kid first. Then she had a tummy-kid and that was Kay. After Kay she had three more heart kids. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Everybody loves West a lot because he is very different from other kids. He's kind of unique. He's very gentle and kind but you mustn't annoy him, because he can get into quite a temper sometimes. (I hope he doesn't get annoyed with me that I said that!) Brrrr! I will ask him if he minds, and if he does, I will take it out. But usually when West gets mad its because somebody MADE him mad. He doesn't just get mad for nothing. So we are usually patient with him because we all get mad sometimes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">West goes to Randeor School with Tommy, my Mom’s 3rd eldest heart kid and Brendon, her 5th heart kid. Randeor is a Technical School for people who don’t like studying Maths and stuff, but prefer to work with their hands. In the beginning West didn’t really like it there, but now he does. Now he has friends. What I like about West is that you can tell him your troubles and your worries. He likes to listen to you and to try to help you when you're sad.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">He was always scared that he was going to get bullied at Randeor and they teased him sometimes too, like they tease everybody. But then this year Tommy was made a Prefect and everybody in the whole school respects Tommy too much! Even the thugs and bullies started to respect the Jarvises and Joneses because the bullies know our family sticks together when there’s trouble. Tommy took good care of West and he’s fine now. He likes his school now and he also has friends there so that helps too.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">West grew up with the big boys, like Joshua, Reuel and Tommy, mostly. But he’s a little bit in the middle like with Crispin and Brendon on the other side of him.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">West loves my Mom too much. He calls her Gogo. Actually all Joanna's kids and Pippa's kids call her Gogo. That means Grandma in Zulu. Whenever he makes a mistake or something he always says ... -- <em>PLEASE don't tell Gogo!</em> -- because he doesn't like to disappoint her. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">And my Mom adores West too. She says he’s like an angel to her and she says she knows that he is going to grow up to be a very, very special person one day because he has such a beautiful heart. She says she loves the way he always listens to everybody's problems and if he can't help them he comes to her or to Joanna and they tell him what to do. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Maybe he will be a listener one day. Like somebody who listens, you know, to other people's worries and problems. There was a guy in the next door farm called John. He used to come once a week and listened to all our problems and he never ever told anybody what you said. Something like a priest who listens to your confession. He will never tell anybody, even if you hold a gun by his head. Wow! That's special.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Yes, very special. It took me a long time to trust our Priest. Longer than it took me to trust John. John had these kind of shiny blue eyes and you knew you could trust him. But a priest? Uh uh! I wasn't sure about that. So I started by telling him only my smallest little sins ... and then I watched Mommy's face for about a week. I could tell she didn't know. Then later I started telling him bigger ones and then eventually I told him HUMUNGOUS ones! LOL LOL! Now I know I can trust him, even though he's Polish. It's good to tell the Priest stuff because it washes your heart clean and he prays for you and God gives you grace. Then your soul gets strong and you can resist the bad stuff. It does work hey!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Cool, now its time to tell you about the rest of our wonderful trip to Swellendam. On Tuesday Uncle Jerry and me and Mom went in the car to Cape Town. I was so excited. But it did take very long. Very, very long. Hours and hours. I kept saying ... are we there yet? ... and then my Mom would say .... Nearly! ... And then later on she would say yes, this is Cape Town and just before I could get happy Uncle Jerry said ... No no. This is not Cape Town yet ... this is such and such.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So then it was time to go to Gerard's house. I was so excited and I wondered if he looked just like Uncle Jerry, but actually he looks completely different. Mommy says he looks more like his Mom, that's why. (His Mom died). Gerard was the one to do the cooking and he made a potjie. Can you see that little black kind of Africanish pot he is cooking in? That's called a potjie. So he made meat and vegetables in it and it was really very yummy. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I was happy about that because the last time I ate potjie it was disgusting. And I won't tell you who the cook was because he will probably kill me! LOL! Gerard's got a kind of a wife and her name is Kirsten. She is very pretty and very nice. She taught me and Mommy to play Battleships. We hadn't played it before. Gerard also has a little daughter who is 8. Her name is Kayleigh. She is pretty and very nice too and played Battleships with us as well. Me and Mom lost. But I wasn't feeling comfortable. Mommy kept teasing me and that wasn't nice either. It wasn't that I didn't like the little girl, I DID. I just don't know why I was uncomfortable. Maybe its because I didn't get to know her yet. And she stays with her Mom in another house so Gerard took her home later. Then I was comfortable again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">The next morning we got up and had breakfast at one of the beach restaurants. It was very cool. You could see the mountain and the sea, and Robben Island. It was really nice sitting there in that beautiful place with Uncle Jerry and Mommy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">After that we went to Cape Town but guess what? It started to POUR with rain and it was Mommy and Uncle Jerry's fault because I TOLD them not to say the word RAIN and they kept saying it. So well, what did they expect? The rain came pouring down. But we did see Table Mountain up close. The only thing is it was covered with cloud so you couldn't see the top. But we went to the docks and the Waterfront. It was nice, but it was raining. I think Uncle Jerry was not feeling too well because he had to sit down quite a lot. I felt sorry for him and then I didn't really want to walk around a lot anymore. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Mommy told Uncle Jerry she would just take me into the aquarium for a whizz around there, while he sat outside, and then we could go home. So that's what we ended up doing. I LOVED the aquarium. It was really, really cool and we watched them feeding the penguins. I was longing to see a killer whale but Mom said they wouldn't have them there because surely they are too big for such small tanks. But I didn't believe her. Look .. those tanks are VERY big. Anyway, we couldn't spend the whole day there looking for a killer whale. So she bought me this neat little plastic killer whale and she bought me a special ring that changes colour when you are mad or when you are calm. It's nearly always brownish yellowish when I wear it, but when Mom wears it, its blue.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So, when we were finished with the aquarium, we had to walk very quickly to the parking because it was pouring with rain. Then we left and drove straight back to Swellendam, except we stopped for lunch at Steers. We got back to the farm sort of in the evening, and Aunty Yvonne made some roast lamb for us all.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, the next day was Thursday and I was already getting a bit sad because our holiday was nearly finished. Aunty Yvonne asked me what I wanted to do, and they laughed when I said I wanted to go shopping! I don't know why they laughed because I love the shops and hardly ever go to the shops. My whole family loves to go to the shops. I mean the kids. I know Mom hates the shops. Well, so we picked up Aunty Nel from her little cottage and we all went to the shops. Mom bought me all the things I asked for ... it was SO cool. She bought me chips, and a cold drink, a Ben 10 Lucky Packet, a pair of sunglasses and a plastic binoculars, so Mom didn't have to worry that I would break Uncle Jerry's expensive ones! It was a very nice day. We went for a walk around the farm and Mom took some pictures of me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Uncle Jerry has sheep on his farm, and chickens and of course two dogs. Mommy wanted to take a picture of me stroking the sheep's nose, but I wasn't sure about that. Aunty Yvonne showed me how to do it but I didn't like the idea. Mom reminded me of the picture in the lounge with Kayleigh KISSING the sheep ... but I didn't care. No way was I gonna kiss a sheep. So here is a picture to show you that I came very close and I did try, but it wasn't for me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Before we knew it ... it was Friday. I was feeling sad because Uncle Jerry had not taken me fishing like he promised. I wonder if he heard me whining, but I thought I was whining very quietly. But after lunch he suddenly said, ... So Kieran do you still want to go fishing? ... and I said ... DO YOU want to go fishing? ... and he said ... I hate it when people do that! Do you want to go fishing or not? Then I was a bit scared because I thought I had made him mad. I just looked and Mom and Mom said ... YES he really wants to go fishing.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So we hitched a trailer on his quadbike and I got in there with all fishing rods and stuff and Mom sat behind Uncle Jerry and off we went to the river. (It's really not very far). We got there and Uncle Jerry put up two fishing rods. One for me and one for him. Then he said we had to be really, really quiet. I was feeling very happy to be there, so it was quite hard to be still. But I did try my best. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And I waited and I waited and I waited. But the fish wouldn't bite. And I started to get in a bad mood. So I was chasing Ciska around with a stick for a while and Uncle Jerry said ... You better not hit my dog with that stick! ... I mean, come on! I wouldn't hit Cisca with a stick? Anyway, I waited and waited and waited again but the fish just wouldn't bite. I know that they DO bite because I saw a picture of Gerard with a fish as big as a dog and he caught it in that very same river. So, I asked Mom for the 10th time, ... Why is it taking so long? ... and Mom said ... Because fishing DOES take long, Kieran. We have only been here for half an hour. Sometimes it can take all day! ... I thought W-H-A-T? So I didn't say another word. I very, very quietly left my chair and everything and tip-toed up to the path and then ran back to the house as fast as I could. I will never fish again. ALL DAY! That's just stupid! I wonder how long Gerard waited to catch that big fish. Probably all day and all night!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, after the 'fishing' we had supper and then Mom and I packed our bags and we were ready to leave in the morning.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So the next morning arrived and we packed up the car and left for George. We had some lunch there and then we got on the plane at 2 o'clock. It didn't take us very long to get to Jo'burg. It was 2 hours but it felt like a half hour. Pippa was waiting for us with Jesse, Paul, Dominique and baby Ruthi. When I saw them I realised I was happy to be home again.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Yeah! And I was SO HAPPY to see my brother again. Even though he didn't buy me a single thing in Cape Town. <span style="color: blue;">Jesse you got nice stuff from Aunty Yvonne and I gave you my best ring! You are so ungrateful.</span> Oh yes ... that's true ... but I wasn't talking about Aunty Yvonne, was I? But then he DID give me his ring and I as very happy and Mom stopped at the CD shop and replaced my Justin Bieber CD and then I was REALLY very happy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">So the next day was Sunday and we all went to Mass as usual. It was nice being altogether. And the tent wasn't THAT hot because it was a coolish day. After Mass Pippa took us all to Bas Lake. That was so exciting. Bas Lake is a quarry that was dug out of the rocks and is really quite big. They don't use the quarry anymore. Now they use it for training people to dive. It is more than 100 metres deep! That's kind of scary. Mom didn't like the idea either. When we got to the lake Mom said ... --- eeeew ... I don't like this place. Its sinister. --- Then Paul asked Mom --What's sinister --- and Pippa said ... Scary ... and then Paul said ... --- I wanna go home!--- and he refused to get out of the car.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">So then Pippa made a delicious braai. Pippa's braai's are the best in the world. But I always feel sorry for her because she goes blood red from cooking because she has such a white skin. We all at a great feast and everybody was so happy because we were all together again and not only that, even RHYS was there because Mommy was home and he wanted to spend the day with us. He was being very funny and making us all laugh with his jokes and stuff. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Pippa kept saying - --- Oh this is lovely! Oh I just love this place! Sorry you think its sinister Mom. But I think it's so lovely! --- By this time Paul was out of the car.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Well, it was a great day. In the end we all had a lekker swim and it was a bit of a slimy idea because it is FULL of fish (BAS). Luckily I didn't realise it because I only saw them later when my Amy and Khensani threw some bread in and they all came bunching and crowing together. Whaaaaa ... I didn't get back in the water after I said that. Especially when someone said that they can suck you TOES!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Well, sorry that the blog is late but you see it is very, very long today and it took ages to finish because of all the stories Kieran had about Cape Town and stuff. </span><span style="color: blue;">Huh?!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">We just want to say thank you to all the people who make comments: We did try to answer on the comment place but we think that you don't look there after you made your comment.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Jeppe D thanks that you always say something on the blog. It makes us very happy. And you will see more of the family, we promise. We are starting to do them in our spare time so that they can be ready for you. Pippa also started to put little pieces on her special camera so that she can load up some of the brothers and sisters to say a short bit. But we are not sure if that will work yet. One day we will visit you in Denmark. Mom says the happiest people in the world live in Denmark. She says its because you have a queen and not a king! LOL!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Hi Hannah Johnson. Sorry that we went to the football without you. It would have been even more fun with you there. Poor Becki had to give us all her stuff. Her coat, her jersey, her next jersey ... because we forgot to take ours off the bus. She is just as kind as you are, Hannah. We miss her so much, and we miss you too. Here is a picture of her because she came to Bas Lake with us on Sunday!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Hi Emma. So it was YOU! Well, we won't get anybody else looking at us in Gibraltar now. And we noticed that all our Chinese fans have disappeared too. I guess English is too hard for them to read. I know Chinese would be hard for me to read. Hope your new class also likes our blogstories. We love you Emma.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Hello Aunty Jay. Hannah has just arrived, but she is hobbling and is on crutches, did you know? Shame. It looks really sore. It's nice to have her back and Lucy is so happy. Maybe we will take solme pictures and we will put them on the next blog. We are glad you like our blogstories so much. Mom says that Buxton where you live is the highest town in England. That's cool! </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We are so glad that you are reading our blogstories. Are you homesick for TLC? Is it nice to be back home now. We think the babies are missing you a lot. Its nice when volunteers read the blog because you already know what TLC is like and why we all get bothered sometimes. Are you going to come back one day?</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Hi Aimiee, Did we miss you? When did you come back. Nobody told us that you were back and where did we go that we didn't see you? You must have only come for a very short time. We love you too, Aimiee. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Thank you for reading our blogstories. My Mom told us that you were a visitor here and that you are from Holland. But Murphy doesn't really remember you either. I will see if there is a picture I can post for you of Murphy. Yes, we would love to see the pictures not but of the house and school, thanks. We only want to see pictures of us. LOL (I mean all the kids).</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">No no Joke, when Holland comes again, Bafana Bafana are going to give them a good spanking! LOL!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Okay now we really have to say bye because I'm exhausted.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">see you all ... Bye!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Wow! It was such an exciting match ... and I am sure you already know SOUTH AFRICA WON!!! </span><span style="color: red;">1-0. We were all waiting and waiting ... holding our breath for that first goal. Thank goodness it was from South Africa when it eventually came. Steven Pienaar kicked a great ball to Mphela and he kicked it so well, into the goal. And then we were in the lead for the rest of the way.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We were all very proud of Bafana Bafana. And we were so lucky to see all those players up close. I always thought that they were kind of normalish sizes but actually they are very big. Steven Pienaar is very tall. It was great to see them up close and I wished I was brave enough to go and shake their hands. But I wasn’t. Maybe next time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">The next morning I didn’t feel so good, but I went to school anyway. That was Thursday morning. But when Friday arrived I had a banging headache and a bad cough. For the first time in my life, Pippa said I could stay at home. I also felt quite sad because Kieran is going to Swellendam with Mommy. I have to stay at home. But I know it’s fair because I had lots of chances to go places already, especially with Karate. So Mom and I worked on my half of Slobber and Kieran will do his in Swellendam. And we have already worked on our new thing ... Face Focus, when we are going to do one member of the family every week. This will will be Joanna. And we already did West. That we will put in next week.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Last Thursday when Mom was still at Postinia Pippa told me that Mom had a surprise for me. I thought it was a gift card. But I was wrong. So when I went to Postinia I knocked on the door and my Mom opened it and she said that she has a surprise for me and there were some new clothes for me so I asked her what they were for. She said that she was going to Swellendam to visit her brother for a week, and since I wasn’t too well, she was going to take me with. I was so excited.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">So on Friday Rhys took us to the airport and we flew to George. George is the name of the town where the airport near to Swellendam is. When we got out of the plane, my uncle Jerry, who my mother calls Jurie, was there with aunty Yvonne to fetch us. So they drove us back to Swellendam. It took about 2 hours to get there and by the time we did it was pitch dark. We had some supper and then we went to bed because we were very tired.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Swellendam is a very old town in the Western Cape. Uncle Jerry says that it is the third oldest town in the Cape. First there's Cape Town, then Stellenbosch, and then Swellendam. It's more beautiful than anywhere I have seen in the world (Except for Ramsgate).</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">This is the church in the middle of town. It really makes the whole town look lovely and important. The town is very, very small and the church is the biggest building in the whole town. I don't think its a Catholic Church. Mom says its probably an Afrikaans church.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">The best thing about my uncle’s farm is his dog, called Cisca. He also has another dog called Snowy. But Snowy is very old and not much fun. But Cisca likes to run and play. She is also a Boerboel like our Slobberdog. But she is younger and much more good looking (sorry Slobberdog!) I spent a lot of time playing with her, and we became like best friends.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">I went on a Quadbike with my uncle Jerry. It was awesome. The greatest thing I have ever done. We drove round and round. We went down to the river as well, with the quadbike. It was so cool. They have a big river running right next to my uncle’s house. It’s really awesome. I want to come back someday and have a swim in it ... I think.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Maybe it’s not as scary as the sea. I will have to try it out first, and then I will be able to let you know for sure. But right now it’s too cold to swim in. It’s just nice to be down there and sit there and to chat quietly. It was very nice just being there with my Mom and my Uncle. It was like cosy, knowing they are brother and sister for real. And I belong to them. When I grow up I will buy a farm just like this and I will have a dog called Cisca.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Yesterday we went to a place called the Pumpkin Patch in a place called Barrydale and we had a delicious meal. I had a humungous hamburger. It was so huge I could only take a few bites and eat my chips. Then I had a bit more for supper but still didn’t manage to finish it. Then I had some for breakfast, and there’s still a big piece in the fridge.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Mom’s cousin, Aunty Nel, also came with us. She is quite old. But she is very nice. Not too grumpy or stuff like that. We drove up a very high mountain called the Tradouw Pass. And Mom took a picture of me, so you can see how high it was. It was awesome being up there.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Tomorrow Uncle Jerry is going to take Mom and I to Cape Town. That’s going to be awesome. I always wanted to go to Cape Town because Jesse and a lot of my brothers have been to Cape Town already, except for me. So now my dream will come true and I will be able to visit Cape Town. I will have to tell you about that next week.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">.... So Kieran and I thought today we would like to tell you some more about our family. Because a lot of people do know us and know what our family looks like. But probably most of you who don’t know us might think that we are just like -- two twin boys with a Mom and a Dad and that’s it. No, no! That’s not it at all. It’s a much bigger story than that. So we are going to give you a bit of an idea. But we don’t want to make it boring ... you know, like -- well this is so-and-so and that is such-n-such. Blah de blah de blah! Like the speeches at school. We thought we would put the story together with photo’s of our last holiday, to make it more interesting for you guys</span><span style="color: blue;">.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">But when you look at the pictures remember that we last went on holiday like ages and <strong>ages</strong> ago. I mean I think it was like 5 years ago! <span style="color: red;">Are you crazy Kieran? Well, it was a BIT long ago. It was 2008 ... so that's only like two years ago Kieran.</span> We haven't had enough money for a holiday since then. But I think that was the very best holiday anybody could ever have. Our <strong>whole</strong> family went -all 30 of us- and it was so awesome. EVERYBODY was so happy on that holiday there wasn’t even one single fight the whole two weeks. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Boy oh boy! I wish I was rich ... so we could go once a year like Mom would like to. And I am sure she wouldn’t end up sick in Postinia if we managed to go on holiday once a year. That's why guys ... <strong>g-r-u-n-t</strong> ... I wanna make this blog a success. So that we can make a bit of money out of it. You CAN you know! But we just don't know how. But if I work hard at my computers at school I will learn lots of stuff and one of these days I will find out how to do it. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">We have a very, very big family. My mom had 5 kids first of all. These were <strong>Joanna, Pippa, Rhys, Zoë and Faith</strong>. Those were the ones that grew in her tummy. But they are adults now, and here is a picture of all of them.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">A lot of people ask us -- So where's your Dad? -- and that's not actually such a stupid question, right? Because he's not there, is he? Well, just like a lot other people in the world, our parents are divorced. Our Dad lives in England now and he has a new family. Finished and klaar. That's the whole story.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Yeah! So these 'photos were all taken at Ramsgate, on the South Coast of Natal, where we love to go on holiday. It's like a peace of heaven; it really is.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">So, Mom will be turning 60 this year. Wouldn't it be great if we made a lot of money and could give her a great big party. But her birthday is in October, and there is not enough time to get rich, I don't think. What a pity. Anyway ... All these adults in that picture work at TLC doing different jobs. Well, all except for our sister Faith. She doesn't do anything at TLC. She just goes to university and she has a boyfriend. His name is Lionel.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">First, there's our eldest sister, Joanna. She is 38 years old. And she works very hard at TLC. She looks after everything to do with our babies and there are about 40 babies in the nursery so you can imagine what a big job that is! Joanna is a lot of fun. And watch her! Her very favourite thing is to SNARK you! Oh gross man! LOL LOL</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">A snark is when she puts her mouth over your nose and blows real hard. Ugh its just plain disgusting!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Joanna is like TLC's doctor. If Mom thinks we are fooling around and just want to get out of school or something, she always calls Joanna and there she comes with her thermometer and stethescope to see if we are chaffing or not. We all love Joanna. She is always kind and makes lots of jokes and tickles us. It's just the snarking that's too much but otherwise she is the best big sister in the world. Here she is with Faith. Mommy's eldest and youngest tummy-</span><span style="color: red;">daughters together. I love this picture because they look so nice in those orange T-Shirts. Mommy also likes this picture a lot. She says they look so happy! </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">When Joanna was exactly our age, she fell off a horse. She hurt her back but not too badly and they thought that she was fine. But after a few weeks they found out that she got diabetes and they think it was because she fell off that horse. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">But Mommy says that she is really proud of Joanna because she has always looked after her sugar levels and she has always been amazingly healthy. Even more healthy than people who don't have diabetes. She has also always done very well at school and university, so diabetes is no excuse for being a failure.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We love to go and visit Joanna's house and are always asking her, -- Please Joanna, please can I come to your house this weekend. Her house is great. It's a real fun place to be and it's nice to go there sometimes and get away from TLC. But she does get a little fed up with us when we ask too often because she also has to get a rest and she has five kids. Her kids are West, Kay, Shannan, Taylor and Rayne. </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSltoEty4qsiLns4JXBJ-KK3ErEvvMI8LST9RasGouzbHw-DSTODgNjRV6p_BdrwRKEl5HgC2flqRDZm-bOrbcd8Y5yIPTkXwg4e5EwZaLUNek88GQA4TU_X-EZbCMEveJKyDmN47gtt4/s1600/DSC02960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: blue;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSltoEty4qsiLns4JXBJ-KK3ErEvvMI8LST9RasGouzbHw-DSTODgNjRV6p_BdrwRKEl5HgC2flqRDZm-bOrbcd8Y5yIPTkXwg4e5EwZaLUNek88GQA4TU_X-EZbCMEveJKyDmN47gtt4/s400/DSC02960.JPG" width="400" /></span></a><span style="color: blue;">Joanna is always helpful. Even when she is busy and we ask her for something she never says --- Ugh man - I'm busy now go and bother somebody else --- or stuff like that ... like my other big sisters sometimes do. I love her so much because she works very hard at TLC to get all our babies ready to be adopted, and she makes sure they always go to the special doctors when they are too sick for her to help them. I know that when I feel sick I am always happy when I know that Joanna is around in case something happens to me, I know that she will be able to sort me out. Here she is with Rayne, her youngest heart-son.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">So from now on, every week we will put in a FAMILY FOCUS part where you can meet one or two of our family members and get to know them little by little. Otherwise it is going to be a very big story, and you will get too bored! We will rather give you a bit of news, and a bit of family. We hope you like that idea.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Then lastly, we want to say that this past week we had new friends visiting us from Egypt, Spain and Gibralter, so our world is getting a little greener every week.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">This week has been a real fun week. Our computer lessons were so fantastic! I am very keen to become good on the computer so that we can improve our blogstories and make it more interesting for you guys. Maybe it’s not such a good thing, but I think about you all the time. I love you guys! Every day I just can't wait to get home so that I can see if our world is any greener. You know that we now have friends in Latvia, Bulgaria, Russia and China all reading our blogstories, and those countries are very, very light green on our map. </span><span style="color: red;">Isn’t that so cool? </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">On Friday I went to the Beer Museum, the Apartheid Museum and the Africa Museum with some of the volunteers. It was awesome, and I even drank some beer at the Beer Museum. (Don't tell my Mom. She will not be very happy with me! She will say -- JESSE! Don't you know you are under aged? But it was only like a sip or two. Not very nice, anyway!) While we were there at the Africa Museum, I looked up and couldn’t believe my eyes ... I even rubbed my eyes and looked twice ... because sitting there quite a way away, was my Uncle Berend! All the way from East London! I just yelled and said, -- Hey, there’s my Uncle Berend – and the volunteers said – Where are you going?—and I just said – TO MY UNCLE! -- I jumped down the stairs and ran through the ladies and men and hugged my Uncle. My lovely, lovely Uncle! He is my mother’s big brother and my mother adores him. And then Uncle Berend said, -- Is your Mother okay? – and I said, -- Yes, she is doing fine. -- And Uncle Berend said, -- Does she have the flu? --- and I said – Kinda – And then I had to leave.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Oh, well she said that about Paul because he has been in the Newspapers again last week. Lots of Goverment people and ANC people went to Frances Vorwerg, his school, and brought food parcels and stuff for that school. I don't really know why they brought food parcels. I suppose there might be some real poor children in that school. But not Paul. We're not poor.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">After that we found out that Paul was in the newspapers again. The papers said things like : ZUMA LEGACY CONTINUES. And it told the whole story about Paul all over again, and how he asked the President to come to his school, way back in June. You can read that story in our June Blog.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Ah Shame! But when poor Paul got to the soccer match guess what happened? President Zuma could not make it because he had to go and visit the RUSSIAN President. So some of the government people were there instead, but Paul was very disappointed. I think lots of those kids must have been disappointed. But look, the President has to do his job, right? He can't just be taking kids to soccer matches and stuff. I mean maybe he is stopping a nuclear war or something. But he <strong>did</strong> keep his promise because he said .. HE WOULD ORGANISE SOMETHING ~ and he did! </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I'll show you on the map when we finished Kieran. But its high up at the top of the world.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Yes! It like high up there, past England and Russia and past Lithuana even. Imagine how freezing it must be up there? I'll show you later Kieran we need to do our stuff now. So get on with your news.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Okay. You see Mom didn't come home last Sunday like we thought she would and then we found Maria dead in a hole and we cried all afternoon. So, of course I was sick on Monday. And I didn’t go to school on Monday because I was vomiting and Pippa said ... -- Oh no! Bed for you today, Buddy!-- But do you know what happens every time I stay at home? Everybody has a real fun day at school, all because I am not there. Then when I go back? It’s just boring, boring, boring old school again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">You know what I found out? I found out that my teacher reads our blog! Wow ... just as well I’m brown, or you would see my blushing! But I just want to tell my lovely Teacher, Miss Spinas Thank You for giving me a Star this week. My Mom is really happy and proud of me. And I am doing well in technology too, I got 65%! I did pass my report. Oh my word, I am so happy! Hip hip hooray! Because I’m sad to say, <em>some</em> of my brother’s aren’t THAT lucky!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">We had to do this dance at school called Alvin and the Chipmunks Dance. I think I am Alvin. I can mimic him very well and I can sound just like him. I think there is a very good chance that I will be an actor when I grow up. My sister, Pippa, and my mother always laugh when I say I am going to sing. Well, that’s another reason I am keen to get this blogstory stuff working. It might be a way of becoming famous ... and getting to Hollywood! LOL!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I was so happy last week because my teacher said I worked very hard and I was so proud of myself. Because I </span><span style="color: blue;">never heard one of my Grade 4 teachers say that I worked very hard before.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Especially Miss Spinas. She never says ugly things like that to me because she is always sweet and kind to me and I like her so much. Sometimes she gives me Stars when I work well. Also I think Miss Spinas is the prettiest teacher in the school. She has the most beautiful blue eyes and the most loveliest, plump cheeks. She has shiny brownish-blackish hair. And her eyelashes are so lovely, especially when she calls me and she's like ... – K-i-e-r-a-n? In a cute kind of voice and then she wiggles her eyelashes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Do you know white people’s eyelashes are much longer than brown people’s. But one day I saw some brown girls with REALLY long eyelashes. I was astonished! I thought they came from some kind of tribe or island or something -- like Madagascar. But then my big brother Reuel said ... – Don’t be daft, Kieran. Those things are fake, man! -- Fake eyelashes? Whoever heard of such a thing? I wonder how they get them stuck on. Maybe they have to go to the doctor and get them stitched on. Yikes!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Then yesterday we were supposed to go to Soccer because Pippa was given some money to take us, when somebody heard that Paul was going and felt sorry for us. But then all the tickets were sold out. That was terrible and we were very disappointed. But then Pippa decided to take us to Zoo Lake where we spent the day and had a lovely braai. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I almost got beaten up there by these three wild boys. I was sitting on the ground and they were climbing on stuff that they were not supposed to climb on. So I told them to get off. My brother James (Pippa's son on the right) was with me. These boys wanted to fight with us because we told them what to do. So every time we were trying to walk away, they followed us. It was a bit scary, actually, knowing I have a heart problem and all. They could have been kiddy gangsters ... or gangsters in training. So, I got nervous. I didn't know what to do.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I just said, -- come on James and we walked even faster till we got to the slides. Then one of those big boys caught up with me and started pushing me and he pushed me over. And guess what happened? James -- who is only <strong>8</strong> -- just jumped between us and said ... You better leave my brother alone, or I'll call my other brother and he'll tell the President! -- And that guy was like ... -- WHAT? -- And James said -- My other brother is at Soccer City with the President (We didn't know that he was in Russia, actually) so you better watch out! If you hurt one of us, you will be in serious trouble. -- Then the big guy burst out laughing and all of them were laughing and laughing. Holding their bellies and laughing!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Just then my brother Thabang (on the left) ran past and I called him and I told the laughing guys to ask him who my brother Paul was at the soccer with. And Thabang said the President. And then they stopped laughing quicker than a hiccup and just walked away. LOL! <span style="color: red;">LOL!</span> That was the coolest thing I ever saw. Man, what Mom says is true ... It's not WHAT you know, it's WHO you know that matters!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Pippa let us cook <strong>our own</strong> sausages and lamb chops. That was awesome. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And this morning Zoe woke us all up and said -- From now on, on Sundays, we are all going to get up and make a real, big, Jarvis family, Farm Breakfast! Then we are going to sit down together and eat!" And so we did. Dangit, what a pity Mom wasn't here. It was great! And we are going to do that EVERY SUNDAY from now on! PLUS ... I made breakfast for Theo (the volunteer) and he gave me R10! SCORE!!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Then lastly, we want to tell you something very serious. We weren't trying to be mean in our last blog when we said those things about the other parishes we were in. Those were just things that happened, but it was good, because now we are in a church where we are loved. </span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">This morning the priest from that other church was in OUR parish celebrating Mass, because our priest is in Poland trying to find some money for bricks and cement to build our church with. Kieran and I just looked at each other when he walked down the aisle because our hearts were bothering us about the things we said. Kieran and I get the same pains about things at the same time. This was one of those times. We do know that that priest was very nice to us when we were in that other church and we loved him a lot. So we don't want anybody to think bad things about him. It was just the <strong>people</strong> in his church that didn't accept us. But it wasn't his fault.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">We love you guys! BYE!</span></div>Thea Jarvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846733085050816820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582516526645092341.post-61346940389669435112010-08-02T10:20:00.000-07:002010-08-03T13:57:05.179-07:00TLC's GRAND OLD LADY DIES!<span style="color: blue;"> Hello Everybody,</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Yes, hello Everyone!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, this is not going to be such a cheerful story.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">First of all, yesterday was Sunday, right? So, we thought because Mommy is sick and Pippa was away at GIBS, that we wouldn’t have to go to Mass. And actually, we were quite happy about that. Well, we were wrong. Because there came bossy old Zoë and commanded us all to hurry up with breakfast and get dressed neatly because we had to go to Mass! So, we were all begging and pleading, but she wouldn’t give up and we all just ended our grumbling, started getting dressed and got into the bus.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">You know we are Catholics, right? And our church is in a TENT? That’s because we are still saving up money to buy bricks and cement. It’s taking long because most of the people in our church are very poor. The tent is so freezing in winter that smoke comes out of your mouth when you sing. And it is so hot in summer that people faint. Actually, a boy DID faint yesterday! It was so very hot. We were all praying, .. like this - ... Oh God please hurry up! Please make your priest hurry up! I’m going to die! Oh, God I’m going to die, it’s just too hot! And we were taking our clothes off bit by bit and stopped just before it was going to be rude! And some people, specially some men, were smelling bad from all the sweat.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I always have to sit right by the door and if I feel like I can’t breathe I have to go outside and take a few gasps. I can’t stay outside too long, because Mom and Pippa and Zoë are always watching me in case I go and play. As if I would go and play all by myself! Anyway, I do love God and I wouldn’t want to be disrespectful, but I have to breathe, right?</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I don’t know why Mom can’t find us another church. Every time we complain she just says ... –Oh stop whining! All the Old Testament Saints went to church in tents. And THEY lived in the desert. Imagine how hot THAT was!-- ... Yes, well the Old Testament Saints didn’t HAVE nice churches in the desert ... We HAVE nice Catholic Churches here in Johannesburg ... only thing is ... the people in those churches don’t like our big family and always worry about maybe we are going to ask them for something ... <span style="color: blue;">like we are beggars or something</span> ... or if we are going to take up all their pews with our big family. <span style="color: blue;">Or maybe us being in their church will ruin their reputation.</span> Or maybe it doesn’t make them look all rich and proper when WE go there.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And sometimes their kids are very mean to us ... they call us – <strong>Those AIDS kids</strong> – <span style="color: red;">and we are not AIDS kids at all.</span> No. We are just normal like everybody else. Maybe one or two of us are HIV Positive, but we are still normal, and nobody has AIDS. We’re not catchy or anything like that. It makes Mom MAD when they do that. And sometimes they look at us as if we are dirty and we’re not. Mom always dresses us like rich boys, because she says it’s important ... she says – Fine feathers make fine birds - So, she tries to buy us the very nicest clothes that she can afford. But even so, they call us orphans and we are not orphans. We have a Mom and a lovely family.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">So, quite a long time ago .... maybe last of last year, Mom got very angry because that church did something very, very mean to our babies. She tried to forgive them, but Mom says its much easier to forgive people when they do something to HER than if they are mean to her children. So then suddenly she said, ---THAT’S IT! Now we are leaving.--- She even went to the Priest and told him we were leaving. But she didn’t tell him why, because she said --- what’s the point. It’s over anyway. Bad words leave bad memories --- From there we went to Bosco because Bosco is run by the Salesians and they understand kids and teenagers.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">But it wasn’t long after that, Bosco said their church was now too full for everybody and we had to leave and get our own parish, so they gave us a priest and a deacon and a few normal people and so we left. And now we are in a tent.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Mom <strong>does</strong> know that it’s too hot in summer and too cold in winter. But she says that doesn’t matter because our motley family is loved and accepted there and that is the most important thing. The whole community is kind to us. They always smile at us and welcome us when we arrive and the old ladies give us hugs. And even one day when Brett farted really loud in church by accident, the priest tried hard not to laugh and every now and then he would grin or giggle -- all Mass long. And an old man went up to Brett afterwards, shook his hand and said –‘Well done, lad!’ We laughed and laughed about that for months. Even Mommy. She thought it was <strong>so </strong>funny!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Oh, I remember Mom telling us this great story once, long, long ago, when we were still in that other church and we were complaining about how the kids did not like us and were mean to us. She said that once there was a very poor little boy who really longed to go to church with all his heart. And every Sunday he would sit on the steps of the church as the congregation went up the steps past him, and into church. He waited and waited, week after week, for somebody to invite him to go into the church with them. But nobody ever did.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">And so Christmas came, and the bells were ringing out so jolly and he was sitting on the freezing steps because in America Christmas is so cold, not hot like here in South Africa. And he was shivering and hoping again that somebody would ask him to come along inside with them. But nobody did. So he sat outside and was very sad, listening to all the beautiful Christmas carols being sung and the lovely organ music playing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Suddenly, it became quiet, and the little boy became so curious, he decided he was just going to go into the church all by himself. And so he did. As he walked down the aisle with his torn and grubby clothes, and his filthy hands, feet and face, everybody turned to look at him and they were disgusted because he stank so bad.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">It was Christmas, so all the seats were full, full, full. He couldn’t even see one spot where his skinny little bum would fit. Then suddenly he looked up and saw that at the edge of all the beautiful choir ladies, was just one seat. So he rushed up there to those lovely ladies with their kind faces, all dressed in white and sat down on one of those soft, snow white chairs. Plomp! He sat, right down there with a big smile on his face.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">But he heard everybody making shocked noises and then the choir man came running and said ...- Who does this little scruff belong to? - And nobody answered. And the choir man picked him up by his scrawny neck, carried him to the door and threw him out on the stairs.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Then the little boy cried so loud! He wailed and wailed and wailed. Till he heard some footsteps coming up the steps and a man who was dressed rather strangely came and sat next to him. The man put his arm around his skinny shoulders and said ..- Little boy, little boy, why are you crying? – and the little boy looked up into the man’s face and he asked “Who are you?” And the man answered, --I AM JESUS!-- Then the little boy started crying and wailing even more loudly. And Jesus said, -Little boy, what is the matter?- And the little boy said ... –YOU are the boss of this big church, right? Well Sir, your servants won’t let me go in there!-- </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">And Jesus looked at the little boy, smiled sadly and said ... “Oh, don’t cry, my son. They don’t let ME in there either!”</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">That means that if people in the church can’t love everybody the same, whoever comes in their church, then Jesus gets so sad, he sometimes has to leave. (I think)</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">No Kieran, that’s not what it means.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, what does it mean then?</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I don’t know. But now it’s my turn with the real news.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">When the bus came back from church, I was the first one off, and I ran to Postinia as fast as I could to make sure that Mommy was alright because we had to leave quickly in the morning and I never got to see her. While I was running I saw that somebody had dug a really big hole on the left hand side of the path, behind the fence and I wondered what they were going to do with it. But I didn’t stop to see because I wanted to see Mom.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Mom opened the door and gave me a big smile and a big hug and said “How’s my boy?” I told her somebody fainted in church and that it was terrible ... so very, very hot and smelly ... and the priest took so very long becauset four grown-ups had to get baptised and it took f-o-r-e-v-e-r. Mom said, come inside then, I’ll make you a nice cooldrink. So she did and we sat at the small table in her little kitchen and she had a very serious face and she said this:</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Jesse, I have something very important to tell you. I don’t want you to get upset, and I need you to understand. I am not coming home today .... and I was like .... </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">W-H-A-T? W-H-A-T? Mom you SAID you were coming home today! Mom said, --I know Jesse but I need to stay here another two weeks. And I was like ... </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">W-H-A-T? T-W-O W-E-E-K-S? NO MOM! WHAT’S WRONG, ARE YOU SICKER THAN BEFORE?</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Mom said ... – No Jesse, I am getting better. But God asked me to spend two weeks with him so that I can find out what he wants me to do ... with myself, with our family, with TLC ... just with everything. The reason I get scared so much is because I don’t know where I am going anymore. I feel lost and I always think maybe I am going the wrong way. When I take these two weeks, I will not be scared anymore and I will be peaceful because I will know what God wants me to do. That will be good, won’t it Jesse?</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">T-W-O W-E-E-K-S MOM! THAT SUCKS! And I tried my best not to be a wusi and cry. I had to bite my lips. So I said goodbye quickly to Mom and said I must go. Mom said – You didn’t drink your cooldrink. And I said, I’m not thirsty anymore. And then I left.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I cried when I got outside. I cried all the way to the Garden of Remembrance and then I saw Kieran running up to come to see Mom as well. So I stopped him and I told him what she said. And he was shocked, weren’t you Kieran?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Yes, I was like ... W-H-A-T T-H-E H-E-C-K? TWO WEEKS? But then Jesse said, -- it’s no use going to see her, Kieran. She’s made up her mind.-- And then I started to cry too, and we were just like walking in circles around each other kicking the sand, and crying. And then suddenly Jesse said, -- What’s wrong with Samurai? (he’s our pony) – and Samurai started neighing and running up and down and up and down the fence where the big hole was dug. So we ran quickly and had a look and when we looked into the hole, we both nearly fell in, because we got such a fright! Because there, lying on the bottom of this enormous hole was Maria. Maria! Quite dead!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Kieran said –Oh my God! Rhys has murdered Maria! Shall we go and tell Mom? And I said ... NO NO. Maybe she will get a stroke. And then we saw Ellen walking up pushing a baby in a pram and we said, Ellen, Maria is dead. And Ellen said Yes, I know. The vet put her down this morning. She had cancer all over her mouth and throat, so she couldn’t eat and she was dying anyway. </span><span style="color: blue;">There was that rotten word <strong>cancer</strong> again! </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Ellen said, the vet said Maria was suffering terribly and she had a very long and wonderful life here at TLC. Not many horses get to be 35 years old. Then I asked Ellen – How old is that in human years – and Ellen said she didn’t know, and then she left with the baby. Jesse and I talked about it and we said we thought about 350 years. Yes, that’s very old. No wonder. Then we stood together, holding hands and we said a prayer for Maria. Maria who has always been at TLC ever since we could remember. She was always there ... just like the house, and the pump and Samurai and big oak trees and blue-gums. How will it be, now that she was gone?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Me and Jesse felt very sad. Very, very sad. Mommy wasn’t coming home. And Maria was dead. It was a bad day. I put my arm around Jesse’s neck and he put his arm around mine. Together we walked home slowly and quietly and didn’t talk. We both cried quietly all the way home. We didn't bother with lunch. We went upstairs and laid on our beds and cried and cried for the rest of the afternoon.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">BUT LOOK! THERE SHE IS .... HALLELUYAH! </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">BYE MARIA. ENJOY HEAVEN!</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">WAHOOO .... GO GIRL! GO! </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">SEE YOU WHEN YOU COME BACK WITH JESUS!</span></strong></div>
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<br /></div>Thea Jarvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846733085050816820noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582516526645092341.post-57212828814702154952010-07-26T13:05:00.000-07:002010-07-31T01:43:53.578-07:00SLOBBERDOG: DRIVING INSTRUCTOR<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span style="color: blue;">Hello Muchos! </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Oh Come on Kieran! Now what does Muchos mean?</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue;">Muchos? Well don't you know? It means friend.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">Rubbish, you made that up. What language is it?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue;">Muchos? French, I believe.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Never ... nothing in French ends in -os- their stuff ends is -ois- -eau-. Not -os-.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue;">Well okay, then its probably Spanish or Mexican. But so what, Jesse? I made it up, okay? It's a cool word. I thought you said you liked words.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">Yes, but not made up ones when you say it means something, and it doesn't. FRIEND! HA ... how dare you say it means friend ... thats lying Kieran, and lying's a sin.</span></div><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Oh shoosh, Jesse. How do you know it doesn't mean friend? Maybe it does. Or what about this, Jesse ... listen to this ... this is cool, listen ... Maybe everybody who reads this blog story will start calling each other Muchos, instead of friend. And then all their friends will call THEIR friends Muchos. WHAHOOOO! I'll be FAMOUS. I will be called the MUCHOSMAKER! And whenever I walk down the street people will bow down or curtsy and they will say ... um they will say this ... -Well done Muchosmaker - and they will whisper to each other when they see me coming ... they'll whisper behind their hands and say, there's the guy who made up the word MUCHOS!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">LOL LOL LOL Kieran, you're crazy!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">No, Jesse, that's how words start you know. All the words in the dictionary started like that. When lots of people use a word then the dictionary people put it in their dictionary. Then there's this big ceremony and they wave some stuff around and say ... humbelebum is now a word! The dictionary has millions of words now, but at one time it only had, er ... like a hundred?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">You know what Mom told me? ... she said they also take words OUT of the dictionary. She said they took out words like NUN, and ... I can't remember I think it was Convent and catechism ... and ... monstrance and liturgy and incense.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">What? That can't be true, Kieran, you are making that up. Just like your MUCHOS.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I swear its true you can ask Mom yourself. I think she told me she read it in the Time Magazine, but I'm not so sure. Mom thinks its an evil plan to take away our faith.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Well, if it's true, ...and I don't believe it is, by the way..., Your Excellency Mr. Muchosmaker, LOL ... then she would be right. But be quiet now ... we have work to do, remember?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Oh ya, okay.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Today we have quite a bit of news. Some good. Lots bad. And a big bit is very worrying and means we might have to stop doing our Blog stories.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">But first we have to report of Slobberdog. Do you know that he has just started his own driving school? Don't believe me? Well, they say a pictures tells a thousand words .... so here goes: </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYZe-DF05zhLJXEcKDOigJ4h43_eo6Dn5pv7E_r0t8vO0W1POPPnr1h6twlF-53F7Sk6QDLUfsdiziooosCByseD0HdsbwX_gEPzCetV_UtxMACDocwXbmvYIRwqAXq6Rydk3TNsDxXJY/s1600/Slide5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="371" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYZe-DF05zhLJXEcKDOigJ4h43_eo6Dn5pv7E_r0t8vO0W1POPPnr1h6twlF-53F7Sk6QDLUfsdiziooosCByseD0HdsbwX_gEPzCetV_UtxMACDocwXbmvYIRwqAXq6Rydk3TNsDxXJY/s400/Slide5.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: red;">Aaaah poor Slobberdog! I'm not even kidding ... he was so excited he really thought I was going to take him for a drive. He wouldn't get out of the door, even though I opened it for him. He sat there and sulked for 2 hours. And that's the truth! Only when Zoe came home she managed to coax him out. He loves going for rides in the car and when Zoe goes to the squatter camp and its late and dark sometimes, she takes him along. People don't mess with her when Slobberdog is in the car ... imagine!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>MY TURN!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well now it's my turn and the news isn't so good. Mommy got very sick last week. She has been very stressed for a long time, but we didn't really know it because she didn't show it. We are a big family and there is not much money coming in at the moment. Well, not enough for us to pay all the things we have to pay. Mommy has been getting more and more scared. It's interesting that Moms can get scared. But they can, you know!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">My Mom doesn't mind telling us when she is scared. She will just say, - Come here Jesse, come and sit with me and cuddle me and hold me REAL tight.- Then I ask her - Why Mom?- and she sometimes says, - Because I am so scared Jesse - And then I always hold her tight for l-o-n-g, and tell her - Everthing will be alright, Mom. Don't be scared. I also get scared sometimes, but everything does come right in the end. - And after a while she settles down.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">She DOES pray and she DOES trust the Lord ... so don’t any of you think that she doesn’t, because she DOES. But sometimes God tests you and he is probably testing her right now.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Anyway, because she was getting worried and stressed she started to feel funny in her head. But she just kept saying ... Not to worry. I’ve probably just eaten too much biltong or Pizza. <strong>LOL</strong> - She's so funny! Then she says ... - I will be fine tomorrow. Don’t worry about me, really! I'll be fine.-</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><strong>VERY PINK</strong></span>. Mom said the little card didn't look THAT pink.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="color: red;">Last of last week she felt bad and went to Postinia for two days and felt much better and we were all very happy that she was up and about again, and smiling. But on Wednesday she felt very, very bad again. She went to see Dr. De Oliviera. Dr. De Oliviera gave her some blood pressure medicine because she said Mom'sblood pressure was much, much too high. She said Mommy could have a stroke. She told Mom to try to relax and not be so very busy. So when Mom came home and told Pippa, Pippa rushed Mom to Postinia and made her comfortable there and put her into bed. She slept there that night. But before she went to bed she took one of the pills that Dr. De Oliveria gave her. She was all alone in Postinia.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">When she woke up in the middle of the night she had a very, very bad headache like she never had before in her entire life. She got up to go to the toilet and was falling all over because she was so very dizzy. When she came back from the loo, she couldn’t find the door of the bedroom and was stumbling all over Postinia (it’s a very small cottage) and kept seeing doors but when she tried to go in them, she bashed into the walls because they were not doors, just her imagination.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">The next morning her headache was still very bad so she sms-ed Pippa and asked her to bring Panado for her headache. Joanna came right away. She looked at Mom and said, OH MY GOD! MOM! I’m taking you to the hospital right now.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I knew something was wrong because Mom was not in the house when we got up in the morning. When I asked where she was, Pippa said – Mom is at the hospital. She is very sick. Then I felt very worried, but we all went to school.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Then at lunch time I heard Tammy and the volunteers talking and they said that Mom’s hands swelled up and that she was very sick and even though they did lots of tests they couldn’t find anything wrong or the reason why her blood pressure was so high. The one volunteer said it was 220 over 130. And the other volunteer said, - Good Lord ... that is VERY BAD! I became terrified then.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">After I ate my lunch I heard some of my brothers and sisters talking with that same volunteer and I heard her say 220 over 130 AGAIN and I said ... What are you talking about? And then they said - Mommy is STAYING in hospital – and I was like ... Aah stop <strong>lying</strong>! And then they said NO! Its true. So then I thought Oh my! And I was asking everybody too many questions. So then I thought I should make sure for myself if she was at Postinia, just happy and smiling ... just resting and watching TV, reading her bible and all that stuff. I went walking down very very quickly to Postinia and I passed the Garden of Remembrance and I thought - what if Mommy died and was there with all the dead babies? And I felt all chokey and the tears came running down my cheeks. Postinia's gate was locked and I couldn't get in. I felt really scared and sad. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Then I realised it was all true, and that Mommy was very very sick, and maybe she would die. And I prayed and prayed for her. I made up my mind that no matter what Pippa or Rhys said, I <strong>was</strong> going to go and see my Mom in that hospital. I wanted to see for myself that she was not dying. But then Pippa said -But Kieran you can’t visit unless you are 12. And that was the end of my hopes and dreams about visiting Mommy.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="color: blue;">B U T ... the good news is that God answered my prayer and on Saturday in the afternoon they let her come out of hospital because the hospital did not have enough nurses. She didn't sleep the whole night because she was too scared to sleep in case she had a stroke and nobody would find her until the morning. In the night she heard somebody ringing the alarm and ringing the alarm and not stopping to ring the alarm. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And then she heard voices screaming down the passage and feet running. And she stood at her door because she could not walk far because she was so dizzy. She could hear ladies' voices tell that a very sick lady was feeling awfully bad and rang the alarm bell over and over but nobody came. All the other ladies in the ward were too sick to get out of their beds. So the first lady got out and when she walked she fainted. So they had to take her to the emergency department downstairs.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">That was why Mommy did not feel safe there because what if she had a stroke and they did not find out until it was too late? She could be dead, because she was in a room on her own. In the morning when the doctor came she told him that she would feel safer in Postinia and he agreed because they did not have enough nurses. So now we made a plan that two-by-two of us can sit here at Postinia with her and we can keep after her. And its really cool. She made Pippa buy lots of things and Mom spoils us with them. Chips, and cold drinks, and sweeties. Fruit and sausages. Chicken wings and cool DVD's to watch. We have to wash her dishes though and keep things clean and tidy ... that's so funny ... washing three or four dishes at a time, in a tiny sink. <strong> LOL LOL. </strong>We normally wash 150 dishes at a time!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><span style="color: red;">My turn was on Saturday night, the first night she came home. I went along with Carflton. I was so happy she was home I just wanted to stare at her and touch her hands. It was Matthew's birthday so Carlton said he rather wanted to go to the birthday party. But no way ... there's no party in the world I would rather go to than stay with my Mom. So I made the couch very comfortable with pillows and a soft blanket. I made a huge bowl of popcorn (with no salt!!!) I made her a lovely cup of tea and I had a Sparletta Cream Soda. Then I put her favourite DVD on, called RYAN'S DAUGHTER. Actually it's her SECOND favourite. Her favourite is THE MISSION.</span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">So then me and Mom snuggled down very close and warm and cuddled each other while we watched the whole of RYAN'S DAUGHTER. It's a very long mivie. You have to use 2 DVDs. It was so lovely. Even though I don't like romantic movies so very much ... this one is really beautiful and very interesting. And I loved watching the whole thing sitting next to Mom knowing that she was feeling all weak and tearful. I felt strong like a big man - like a hero, keeping her safe. But then again I felt very sad because I am not big and strong enough for her. She needs and deserves a <strong>real</strong> hero. God said about Adam - Its not good for a man to be alone. - But what about a woman? Is it okay for them ... not to have a real hero? Not just a little kid like me?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">That's just the funniest thing in the world! Such a tiny sink to wash a couple of dishes in!</span></span><span style="color: blue;"><strong> LOL</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue;">Its so nice to have Mom home even though she is way down in Postinia. I love her so much. She makes me happy, even just to see her face makes me happy. And I love the funny things she says and does. She still makes jokes even though she is sick. I wonder if I will find somebody like Mommy ... like a young girl like when she was a young girl ... when I am ready to marry ... because I would love to marry a girl like my Mom. But Mom always laughs when I say that. She says ... "You should speak to your Dad first. He will give you lots and lots of reasons why you should not marry a girl like me." And then she smiles, but her eyes look quite sad.</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue;">I also watched RYAN'S DAUGHTER with Mommy a few times. (A long time ago, not now.) She can watch it over and over again. I think she has watched it like a million times. Oh well, maybe just a thousand. When I watched it with her I asked her if I would marry a girl like Sarah Miles and Mommy said ... -And why not? She would be the luckiest girl in the world to get a super guy like you!! --- Here's Sarah Miles. I can imagine my Mom looking a bit like that when she was very young, can't you? </span><span style="color: blue;"> But when I said that she said ... </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">-W-H-A-T? Kieran Jarvis ... maybe in my dreams! And then she pinched my bum! <strong>LOL</strong></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnyMRwrt1ZXk_S4UpVG43l6nWikhHoeQZDAWBN8RF8P_jJw1YrD-1CkKLvG2_tzYhl86gMJmyiFFKlredKapDxH7ORT7oS4-7nNGV8hCeKb8rPN2zBCG8pFOYvJ8Hgn1g2bq7ND58lBE/s1600/Daffodils-on-Blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="307" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnyMRwrt1ZXk_S4UpVG43l6nWikhHoeQZDAWBN8RF8P_jJw1YrD-1CkKLvG2_tzYhl86gMJmyiFFKlredKapDxH7ORT7oS4-7nNGV8hCeKb8rPN2zBCG8pFOYvJ8Hgn1g2bq7ND58lBE/s400/Daffodils-on-Blue.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: blue;">I remember after Mom said that to me I went to bed and felt so happy! I dreamed about Sarah Miles. I dreamed we were in a graveyard full of yellow daffodils and we were laughing and chasing each other, and picking the daffodils and we had bunches and bunches of them, but the graveyard was still full of them! Have you ever seen a daffodil? They are beautiful! Mom always says that we must cherish daffodils because God made them our special flower. Me and Jesse's. She says they don't grow too well here in South Africa, but England is FULL of daffodils in May ... and we were born in May ... so that is why they are our special flower. Maybe that is why I dreamed about them. But why they were in a graveyard ... I don't know. Brrrrrr!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Then we have some other news that has upset Mommy terribly and we need to find an answer to this big problem. While she was in hospital she tried to see if she could see our slobberdogblog on her cellphone. She was so happy when she found it because she had never tried it before. So, she looked down the list because there were lots of slobberdog titles there and she was surprised. So then she opened one or two and got such a big fright that she shut the internet straight away and started to cry. She was in hospital remember and not feeling very well. What she saw on the other slobberdog titles is when you press the button on slobberdog it takes you to a rude place, all about sex and and teenagers and stuff. A place that the devil has made especially to try and destroy slobberdog. Oh, no! Oh no! We are all sad now. Mom says she doesn’t want to give Satan a foothold into our family and maybe we have to close our blog stories down.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Well, <strong>I don’t</strong> think we should give up our slobberdog stories so easily. They belong to us. Maybe we should ask God to show us what to do. What if we put a special password on the thing so that they can only read it but nobody can do that </span><span style="color: red;">devil stuff with our stories. What if we wrote to the people who manage the blogs and complained that these devil people are bothering us? </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">But for sure I <strong>don’t</strong> think we should close it down. Well, if we <strong>really</strong> have to and if the devil is really getting a foothold into our lives and our family then I know we should. But I would be so very sad to see Satan win because I love doing our stories and did you know that more than <strong>1000</strong> people are reading our stories? I am sure that's why the devil doesn't want it there because God gets the glory and that makes Satan crazy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">You're right Jesse, I guess that is why the devil is so jealous and is trying to destroy what God is doing through our little blog. Ugh it makes me so mad. I wish I could find them and I would beat the living daylights out of them. But I know God wouldn’t want me to do that. Maybe I could ask my cousin Odiel, because he is a Policeman and he is so strong he can pick up a big fridge. He could surely teach them a lesson, and God won't mind because he's a policeman and its his job to beat baddies up. But I know it would NOT be easy to find these bad people.</span> <br />
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<span style="color: red;">Okay, so before we end I mustn't forget ... this is what Dan wanted me to put on Slobberdog. He wants me to say this ... ‘Jesse I love you like a lamb chop! from Dan’ <strong>LOL LOL LOL! </strong>We didn't know about this <strong>LOL</strong> thing before we did Slobberdog. Then we found out it means LOTS OF LAUGHTER. And Mom said ... she said this ... - That <strong>LOL</strong> doesn't do your laughter any justice, Jesse. Kieran yes, but not you. Because you have the dirty laugh of an old sailor!-- I keep thinking about that and I wonder what she means. My laugh's not DIRTY. I know its very, very LOUD. But EVERYTHING about me is LOUD. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Please help us to find an answer because we are very worried about it. We don’t want to stop our slobberdog stories and I know that Slobberdog even would be sad that he is no longer famous. <strong>LOL</strong></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="color: red;">Matthew is our nephew, because he is Pippa’s son. Saturday was his birthday. It's on the same day as my Mom's brother, Uncle Berend. He turned 11. But he was a little bit sad because everybody was running around with the problems with Mom and the hospital. Still, Zoё and Chanel, Amy, Julie and Anna were having a bonfire and so they told Matthew he could join them and they would make a little party for him, and bake a cake and stuff. Actually it turned out to be quite a big party, because I was here with Mom and we heard the vuvuzela's blowing and it was past 10 o'clock already! And Mom said as soon as she is better she will go and buy him the present she promised him.</span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdc_6MJliKPEHh7pltTI09qmB6T8WAMb3Y5f8FkATKxMk6QArT5tA9dddb-2JVyXqybVSy1x7tHybwFXGSv61T75TQcIoZExBEaFmDWA6SlHBwUWJoS0NtH5RuXsgbxByt9C4bgXpg8o/s1600/danish_flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdc_6MJliKPEHh7pltTI09qmB6T8WAMb3Y5f8FkATKxMk6QArT5tA9dddb-2JVyXqybVSy1x7tHybwFXGSv61T75TQcIoZExBEaFmDWA6SlHBwUWJoS0NtH5RuXsgbxByt9C4bgXpg8o/s320/danish_flag.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: blue;">Jessica and Kiera are doing so well. They make me happy whenever I see them. They are really growing and smiling sometimes. Mom thinks they might end up being Danish. But first we have to try and find a South African family for them. Little Caroline got adopted yesterday by an Indian family who live in Lenasia not too far from us. And little Juanita finally went to live with her grandparents yesterday. She was such a cutie. I will miss her, but we do need the space for some of the other babies that are getting bigger every day. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">So, there is just one last favour I want to ask you (well, two actually). Please will you see if you can help us to find out how to keep our blog stories safe. Because most of you are older than us and have learnt more things and know more things. Maybe we have to make everybody have a password and they have to get permission and identify themselves like a security thing. We didn’t want to do that because we thought it’s nice if the whole world could read our stories. But we forgot about the disgusting and bad people there are in this world, who want to destroy anything that is good or clean or nice and belongs to God’s people. I think its great that we have more than 1000 people reading our blog stories now. And we were thinking it would be so great if you could help us make the whole world green ... but now all those dreams are nearly gone. It's too sad.</span></div><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2aog689OFYJXFFu0xtU1A_kKtA6ky5vxyX501pJy5XmLtXTk-DQ4FWphCIMzDaUuUx7YoAac0RGT4jf4fZ3ZeEeWkxP9WDFnAu2h5TI2TQtG1OSQJM6mRuhy6mjQQfQxP0d5-Q27xlms/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: red;"><img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2aog689OFYJXFFu0xtU1A_kKtA6ky5vxyX501pJy5XmLtXTk-DQ4FWphCIMzDaUuUx7YoAac0RGT4jf4fZ3ZeEeWkxP9WDFnAu2h5TI2TQtG1OSQJM6mRuhy6mjQQfQxP0d5-Q27xlms/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /></span></a><span style="color: red;">Secondly, please pray for our Mom. We want her to get better completely. Even if it takes a bit of time, we just want her to get back to her normal self. Here is a picture of her ... can you see how sad she looks? Even though she was very happy because Lucy bought her those roses and she loves Lucy with all her heart! </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">And please when you find people who are mean to her, tell them to be kind to her for now because she is not supposed to stress too much. I know that people are always fighting with her about different things and she always says that looking after her big family and her lovely children never stresses her out, even if they are sick sometimes, or don't do well at school, or chop their fingers off and naughty stuff like that. And even if money is a bit short. Her family is her heart's biggest joy. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">But when there are so many people interfering, its so hard. One person wants her to do things THIS way and another person wants her to do things ANOTHER way and when she has to make a decision and its not what one of them wanted, they can become very rude. My Mom has a very soft heart and she can't stand up to so many rude people. That's why she gets stressed. Please keep after her when you see something like that happening. I just want her to get better!</span></div><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I always wish Mommy would win the Lotto, REAL BIG! But she will never win the Lotto because she never buys a ticket! <strong>LOL</strong>. Mommy always says this, she says - There are too many cooks in my kitchen - That means that too many people with too many ideas make life too hard and stressful because she needs them all to stay on our side, and help us with love and not with pride. She wants them to trust her that she <strong>does</strong> know what is best for her children.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Now we are going to end by showing you a picture of some of our brothers: Aren't they cool? We want to start showing you the people in our lives and more photo's so you really get the picture. You know what Mom calls it when there are a few of us together like that? She calls it a HOLY HUDDLE! <strong>LOL <span style="color: red;">LOL</span></strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">GOING ROUND THE CIRCLE FROM THE LEFT:</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">JOSHUA, JEROME, JESSE, ERIN; THABANG</span><br />
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<div align="left"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;">So by for now our MUCHOS! LOL LOL LOL</span></div><div align="left"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Thea Jarvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846733085050816820noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582516526645092341.post-52241551241827790742010-07-17T12:39:00.000-07:002010-07-18T23:02:51.034-07:00SLOBBERDOLICIOUS!<span style="color: blue;">Hello Friends,</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Tammy said I must do this for her on Slobberdogblog … she said I must say … -Tammy, Tammy, I love you!-</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisHLBsHmcH5evC0XQiJzKZ0q_MMa_e-GjzKtkORmsuRcMG6qXoFdzhz1byvL5HgXC1psM4H6eQPFFuAHf9WQa7HPIHg7J1FmA4z8WQqAtSSn50R-F8YVvVWCgbNvFqVE10HwzxJIQPeWk/s1600/SLOBBERDOLICIOUS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisHLBsHmcH5evC0XQiJzKZ0q_MMa_e-GjzKtkORmsuRcMG6qXoFdzhz1byvL5HgXC1psM4H6eQPFFuAHf9WQa7HPIHg7J1FmA4z8WQqAtSSn50R-F8YVvVWCgbNvFqVE10HwzxJIQPeWk/s640/SLOBBERDOLICIOUS.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="color: red;">Slobberdog is MUCH happier these days. There are now windows and doors on the garage and he has a lovely warm room and he is SO VERY HAPPY! When Mommy gets up in the morning, she has to open the door for him now, so he can go and make a wee. Then afterwards he was sitting outside in the sun looking so happy. She said ... "Oh my SLOBBERDOLICIOUS! JUST LOOK AT YOU!" I thought that was so funny! I ran inside and grabbed the camera and took a picture so that you can all see why she called him SLOBBERDOLICIOUS! LOL; LOL; <span style="color: blue;">LOL; LOL; GROSS!</span> Now I want to tell you about the end of the World Cup. We all feel quite sad that it is all finished now and there are no more games to watch. But then again we are happy because we could go back to school and have fun with our friends.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Today we have a huge surprise for everybody. First of all, we decided that we are going to tell you our real names. Jay’s name is Jesse, and my name is Kieran. We thought that since you know our brother’s names anyway, that you should know ours too. But there is another very good reason why we want you to know our names.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">One day last week, Mom, Joanna and Pippa went to a Conference. It was important for them to go to it because it was a Kids Rights Conference. Even Archbishop Tutu was there and lots of important people!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">When they came back, they went straight into the Nest which is the nursery for the newborn babies. Then they came out and they were all smiling. And they told us - Jesse and Kieran we have a big surprise for you! We thought they were going to give us a present.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">But then they told us that identical twin baby girls came in today. And they are TLC’s J & K babies for this year. Jesse and I were the J & K babies for 1999. So they decided to call the new babies Jessica and Kiera! We got so excited! We were jumping and laughing and leaping and ran straight to the nest. There we found the most beautiful baby girls you have ever seen in your life! And they are called after us. I wanted to bring them into the Main House right away, but Mom said, No, they have to stay in the Nest, they are very tiny, Kieran.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">We thought that we could keep the babies – like they could be our own little sisters and we could keep after them forever. But then Mom said, NO! When they are old enough they will have to be adopted. Well! What kind of a surprise is that? They are going to take them away. That’s terrible! I don’t see why we can’t keep them. That was just so cruel. Aaaw, they are so beautiful! My baby is the one in pink.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_U0GrUi36fd1sgoXv-LE10l44xqdkO-kHordl-LXRkNLhn-m2oT1NEo-yX-8OLEuj8MvVtITAb4yBixD0fD_SQHSSiucLLk-97xk9noHsm1GqiWMmEc5Od9CTrqGhhaCzisjOiU-YBZc/s1600/JESSEJESSICAKIERA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_U0GrUi36fd1sgoXv-LE10l44xqdkO-kHordl-LXRkNLhn-m2oT1NEo-yX-8OLEuj8MvVtITAb4yBixD0fD_SQHSSiucLLk-97xk9noHsm1GqiWMmEc5Od9CTrqGhhaCzisjOiU-YBZc/s400/JESSEJESSICAKIERA.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: red;">I didn’t want to keep them! I just wanted them to be my sisters for now, until they are adopted. But in the beginning I have to admit I was kind of sad that we could not keep them. But actually we have a big enough family, I think. It will be nice for them to have a small little neat family. But it would be nice to have two more in our family! LOL</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Yesterday when Lizzie was in the Nest she let me hold Jessica. And Jessica opened her eyes and smiled at me. She really did! Then she stuck out her little pink tongue. Then I realized that she actually wanted her dummy. So I gave it to her. It was so nice to see that little smile. My baby is the one in yellow.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD1TMPD2HMQKN8GtZNbj37WnV90bewAM0jzVjEghz0uzLm7CIucXQ6ekGmwTt6r3BEq2oVKIelk_tFts8lYAhEPKQbgCHdUVybF9kDVkh7qEIqWbBWvBXJneE_7iL34N9U_SN3_rqnb60/s1600/CRISPINSPAIN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD1TMPD2HMQKN8GtZNbj37WnV90bewAM0jzVjEghz0uzLm7CIucXQ6ekGmwTt6r3BEq2oVKIelk_tFts8lYAhEPKQbgCHdUVybF9kDVkh7qEIqWbBWvBXJneE_7iL34N9U_SN3_rqnb60/s400/CRISPINSPAIN.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><span style="color: red;">Well, the Football World Cup is over now. But the last game was exciting, wasn't it? I was cheering for Spain from the beginning of that last soccer game. And Crispin was also cheering for Spain. But Crispin cheered for them from the very beginning of the World Cup, except of course for Bafana Bafana. He was so clever, from the start he said that Spain would win. But only on that last game, I decided that I would cheer for Spain. I didn‘t like the Netherlands so much as Spain. I only like them a little bit because my mother’s ancestors are from Holland. But I noticed in their other games that the Holland team was very arrogant. I never told anybody. I just thought it in my heart. So I thought I would cheer for Spain, instead. Mom said she didn't mind. But I wasn't like Crispin who cheered for them from the beginning and knew that they were going to win. I think that was so clever of him. Here is a picture of Crispin wearing his Spanish scarf.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_wjtLkaIFe-5AUJOQLF-Go37aqS6Fza0F9UmvLxaNBSCPcKSxaj9RWQa6CwTxLUcaHAEefj6VGqzgMZaOIhxNxCofyh5p1ZOsUKwCgQb8MlYwkp4Rx0TuRka991fKajkRhWdtHKQerw/s1600/FOOTBALLMANIA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_wjtLkaIFe-5AUJOQLF-Go37aqS6Fza0F9UmvLxaNBSCPcKSxaj9RWQa6CwTxLUcaHAEefj6VGqzgMZaOIhxNxCofyh5p1ZOsUKwCgQb8MlYwkp4Rx0TuRka991fKajkRhWdtHKQerw/s320/FOOTBALLMANIA.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="color: blue;">Well, not SO clever! What about Paul, that poor octopus? <span style="color: red;">Kieran, that was an OCTOPUS!</span> Well, he did such a good job and predicted all the countries that were going to win and he was right ... and then the Germans wanted to make paella out of him? Maybe they thought that if they did that then Spain would lose. LOL! Get it? Paella is a Spanish food. <span style="color: red;">Yessss Kieran! You saw that on the TV. </span>Well, if they wanted Holland to win, they should have cooked him before the game. But I don’t think they really wanted Holland to win because Holland and Germany are not great friends, or so my Mom says sometimes. But I don’t know why she says that. I just remember that she did. They put a kind of cup thing in the octopus’s tank and Paul the octopus was all around it and then he opened the lid and chose the country because there was food in there that he liked.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Well, anyway, Kieran its my turn and I was talking about the Soccer. So Crispin and I were cheering for Spain but the whole family was cheering for Holland. We weren’t in the barn that night. It was too freezing cold so we all packed into Mom’s bedroom. It was so squashed and noisy! We thought nobody was ever going to score a goal. It went on and on and on. Even though they never scored, we were all cheering because they DID NEARLY scored many times.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjweCyRdPw5FzT0km-tNm_9x6bTYgK_1zcPJ9NRi345OVPl_9dRIYx1NPsuEPfCF9rdFOTQhRsiBGVyFaWVqZJkP0DhEE2bKQkeOCt81kQUms5vK0zpFQ9ft7lVheXmEliX0CranezhyXE/s1600/DE+JONG+FOUL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjweCyRdPw5FzT0km-tNm_9x6bTYgK_1zcPJ9NRi345OVPl_9dRIYx1NPsuEPfCF9rdFOTQhRsiBGVyFaWVqZJkP0DhEE2bKQkeOCt81kQUms5vK0zpFQ9ft7lVheXmEliX0CranezhyXE/s200/DE+JONG+FOUL.jpg" width="145" /></a></div><span style="color: red;">But then, out of the blue, this guy de Jong from the Hollands team jumped up and kicked Alonso in the chest. We were all shocked. The whole room went dead quiet. We couldn’t believe it. All you could hear was our whispers going like this: … g-o-s-h … o-h...n-o … w-h-a-t...t-h-e...h-e-c-k? … t-h-a-t-’s... </span><span style="color: red;">t-e-r-r-i-b-l-e… </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">T-h-a-t...o-k-e...n-e-e-d-s...a...r-e-d...c-a-r-d! Then I looked at Mommy and her eyes were wide and both her hands were over her mouth. She said nothing. And de Jong never got a red card, only a yellow one. It was unbelievable. They sent our goalkeeper - OUR LOVELY ITUMELENG - off for making a small mistake and gave him a RED CARD and this man nearly killed somebody and he got a yellow card!! NO NO NO there was something fishy about that! Then everybody said … NO! WE ARE NOT CHEERING FOR HOLLAND ANYMORE. NOW WE ARE CHEERING FOR SPAIN! So, the whole room started cheering for Spain. Except Mom. She just sat there quietly, looking sad and disappointed.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18CcCg7m4DS80my7Ic9LQqiYwxJmCiI8gbwOXS5MdsiAIfXwhg19M17VW16YFN-49EZGnCdI1R8EsO406oRPB5LYVpN23Gf2Ye0RBR1VooznMIpSA1sXi7VZASti1l9wwLhT9JrDI4io/s1600/WORLD+CUP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18CcCg7m4DS80my7Ic9LQqiYwxJmCiI8gbwOXS5MdsiAIfXwhg19M17VW16YFN-49EZGnCdI1R8EsO406oRPB5LYVpN23Gf2Ye0RBR1VooznMIpSA1sXi7VZASti1l9wwLhT9JrDI4io/s400/WORLD+CUP.jpg" width="316" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Then when Spain got THAT GREAT goal … HOW COOL WAS THAT! We were lucky that our screaming didn’t break the bedroom windows. It was SO exciting. We were all grabbing each other and dancing round and round and Crispin went screaming and screaming up and down up and down and up and down the passage. He was SO happy! We were all happy. Except for Mom. I said, “But Mom they played dirty. That was the biggest foul I ever saw! You’re not supposed to play dirty.” And Mom looked at me with fire in her eyes and said … “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE JESSE!” And then I said, - But Mom, at least admit that they were very arrogant! -- I thought Mom was going to explode. She yelled -GET OUT OF HERE JESSE! -- Geeee Whizzzz? But then later on Crispin explained to me that Mommy is a very loyal person. And her parents were from Holland so I should leave her alone.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">The other thing I wanted to tell you was about my dream. Becky Johnson bought me the DVD, JAWS. Remember that I said I wanted JAWS because it was one of my birthday presents that I never got because my Mom could not find it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">When I told my Mom that Becky bought it for me and Mom said maybe I should wait till Mom and me can watch it together, because it is very, very scary. She said that my cousin, Katja, in Holland watched it when she was a teenager and after that she was afraid to swim in the sea and even sometimes she was scared of swimming in a pool.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Then that night I went to bed and had a dream. I dreamed that I was at the seaside. So I told my Mom in the dream – I am going to swim for a while. And she said – watch out for all the sharks, Kieran. And I said – Mommy please stop teasing me!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So I was swimming and when I was swimming I was closing my eyes and I just touched the net with my foot. Then I opened my eyes and I saw a SHARK swimming and then I’m like … - Oh my gosh I swam all the way to the Shark’s net. But strangely I wasn’t rushing … I was just floating peacefully and then I felt something touching my leg. So I looked back and I saw this huge shark. I said to the shark, - Shark, if you are friendly ... because I can’t swim well now, my legs are much too tired, can you please take me on your back to the shore? And JAWS nodded his head. So then I got on his back and he told me he was a Protector Shark. We kept going straight for a while and then I saw a killer whale. I jumped on the killer whale’s back and he was also going forwards and then I jumped back on JAWS’ back and then JAWS took me to the shore.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Then in my dream, I could read his mind. And he said to me in his mind –KIERAN, COME LIVE WITH ME! And I said no, I already have my family, thanks. I can’t go to live with the sharks because what if your brothers kill me and eat me. Then he said, - They won’t! Just come with me. So I said – No, no, but I will come and swim with you again tomorrow. And he said, Sure, that will be a great idea. And that was the end of my dream.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And then I want to tell you just one last funny thing. My grandfather (My mother's Dad) his name was this:</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Jurjen Albert Willem Schuitema. LOL LOL .... His initials were JAWS!!!!! LOL LOL; <span style="color: red;">LOL LOL</span> </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">At the end of the holidays I suddenly remembered that our teacher gave us a big file full of work that we had to do during the World Cup. I forgot all about it. I only did a little bit. So I worked very hard for two days trying to get it all done. It was exhausting. I was so tired. But I did manage to finish it because Mom was cheering me on all the time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">So then, guess what? I was the only person in my class that finished it all. And my teacher was so pleased that she gave me THREE STAR BADGES. That is a great thing to get, and normally you have to work hard for a long while to get just ONE STAR BAD. Mommy was really proud of me. So she promised she would try to get me another Justin Bieber CD, because my last one was stolen out of my blue trunk. But I will have to wait because she still doesn’t have much money.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">The other thing I wanted to tell you was that Hannah Johnson brought me a book of poems, when Becky brought Kieran JAWS. And I’m embarrassed to say that I cried because I was disappointed. But she didn’t see me crying. The thing is I DO like poetry, but I would have preferred a DVD, because DVD’s and movies are my favourite things. Anyway, Mommy said I should not be so ungrateful. If there's one thing God doesn't like, it's an ungrateful heart. I’m sorry, but I can’t help liking what I like! But then Hannah did give me a DVD later, it was called Horton Hears a Who? My Mom thinks that sounds weird, but that’s the way it is. And I love that DVD. It's great. So now I'm happy because I have TWO things. And I do love the poetry book second best of all.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">When school started again, I got sick. In the night, my hands and feet swelled up and were very cold and itchy. I couldn’t feel them because they were like numbish. I went down to my Mom’s room because I wanted to tell her that I was feeling bad. But she had locked her door because the catch doesn't work, and the cat, Mrs. Wobbles, usually pushes open her bedroom door and attacks Mom’s cat called Stormy. So I called and called but she didn’t answer because she was fast asleep.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Mommy got very scared and called Pippa. She told Pippa to get the SATS machine that can measure how much oxygen is in my blood. That was not good at all, and my heartbeat was very slow. So Mommy told me to take my uniform off and put my pyjamas on and I got into Mommy’s bed and stayed there for three days. I went back to school on Friday.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Here is lunch in Mommy's bed. The best place in the world to be, especially when you're sick!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, that’s quite a lot of news. We will write again next week.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Yeah! I hope we will have something to tell, now that the World Cup is over. But ... we will have to see ... When I say my prayers at night, I always thank God for the World Cup. It made our country so happy and for a few weeks we forgot all our troubles. We also learned a lot. Now we all know which countries have which flags. We know their capital cities, we know the languages they speak. We learned so much. Thank you God for the World Cup!! (We also know which countries suck at soccer ... even our own!) LOL! </span><span style="color: blue;">LOL!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Chow for now and see you soon.</span>Thea Jarvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846733085050816820noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582516526645092341.post-43614260715154905572010-07-07T07:21:00.000-07:002010-07-07T10:21:09.200-07:00MEET OUR JARVIS FAMILY!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ3x5JMVIgz3FJ80CStT5NLJCoXey77kkgFuPgrCnSeIZ0ji5izH74KqtCdi2c7fVgPc0_CryZoaVbr79bIzZduRScU1AnFhl1AfH448aanc7-JUeIWPCDGM2yTGrL_WSsqkNvIww8MMg/s1600/012+Compressed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ3x5JMVIgz3FJ80CStT5NLJCoXey77kkgFuPgrCnSeIZ0ji5izH74KqtCdi2c7fVgPc0_CryZoaVbr79bIzZduRScU1AnFhl1AfH448aanc7-JUeIWPCDGM2yTGrL_WSsqkNvIww8MMg/s400/012+Compressed.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Before we tell you the news today, we want to show you something ~ this is the house where we live.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">And we also want to give you a big surprise and show you how many people are in our family:</span> </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Anybody would be happy to have a big family like this!</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Except the picture is one year old, so Murphy is missing. She was in Frances Vorwerg last year, the same school as Paul. But she caught up so nicely, that she managed to come to our school at the beginning of this year.</span></span></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBGSCwLK4jVHnKfrJbVILn2roQamLJukDRsWrzeulpk4TXqaLc4351VRW9IlFjqbYrhpD40g0sOP5eTMRmueVWvcqruUY7B3vP2N1Mmh_7B_UtT2ZzQE823eUYUydCTQY8EKDqcGkR1o/s1600/Picture1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBGSCwLK4jVHnKfrJbVILn2roQamLJukDRsWrzeulpk4TXqaLc4351VRW9IlFjqbYrhpD40g0sOP5eTMRmueVWvcqruUY7B3vP2N1Mmh_7B_UtT2ZzQE823eUYUydCTQY8EKDqcGkR1o/s640/Picture1.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><span style="color: red;">Here are the brothers when we were little, and below is the picture of the same brothers, when they are bigger.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><strong>Back row:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Matthew, Reuel, Tommy, Joshua holding Kay and Jay in high chair.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><strong>Middle row:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Brett, Brendon, Erin and Benjamin</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><strong>Front row:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Carlton and Crispin</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">There are many more brothers than this now ... smaller ones.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;">Remember we went to Lynette last week. It was so cool! We didn’t manage to take any pictures though. That’s a pity because her house is fantastic. Anyway, on the first night, Lynette said that we must all go to sleep, so we all went to sleep. A little bit early in the morning Jay woke up when it was still dark. He was standing by the cupboard in Lynette’s room and waiting for Lynette to wake up. He was poking her with his finger, saying – Lynette wake up, Lynette wake up! I think that was a bit rude, actually! She kept saying go to sleep Jay … it’s not morning until its light.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;">Eventually it was light, then she woke up and the two of them went to eat breakfast while me a Benjamin were sleeping. Then we heard this ding-ding-ding – trying to play happy birthday. That was Jay. Then I woke up and asked who was making that noise. Amy (Lynette’s daughter) said the same thing. We realized it was Jay.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I went to eat my egg. I always have egg in the morning. After that we went to the movies and watched Marmaduke. Then we went to a restaurant and had pizza. It was so yummy. I love pizza. I was listening to music on Amy’s ipod and playing with Dean’s guitar. Dean is Lynette’s son. He and Amy and brother are sister. I went to play Lego and the others were all watching Twilight.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;">Since Kay has told you about Lynette I will tell you about the rest of the week. On Tuesday all of us big kids went to the movies. We watched Twilight Eclipse. The third Twilight movie. It was so awesome when Jacob took off his shirt! And he said this to Edward … (with his hands on his hips) he said … I’M HOTTER! And then all the girls screamed and they said – Jacob my d-a-r-l-i-n-g! <strong>LOL!</strong> I loved that movie! Twilight is my favourite … I am a great fan. It was the best movie I ever saw. Then we ate popcorn and Astros and drank </span></span><span style="color: red;">Coke. The movies are the best thing in the whole wide world!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;">We were all very sad when Ghana lost the World Cup Soccer against Uraquay. Because they are African we all hoped they would win! That was so bad. We all felt sad because we really wanted them to win. My Mom was so excited she was sure they would at least get through to the quarter finals. They played so well and we think it’s a pity that they had to do the penalty shootout because that’s what made them lose when the guy did a handball on purpose.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;">I love soccer. I am midfielder in my soccer at school. I scored 7 goals against another school and that was awesome. All the fans were saying “GO JAY! GO JAY!” It made my heart feel so good.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">My Mom said to me when I am thirteen I will be very wise. That’s because I like to read a lot. And plus I had a dream that if I listened to my teachers and do what my Mom tells me to do, I will be very, very wise. Wiser than anybody in my school. Imagine!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I know how to fry an egg now. That’s great because I don’t have to ask Tommy or somebody to do it for me. Once when I was little I always thought that I would do something super-amazing or make some kind of miracle that was a great happening that has never happened on the earth before. I thought of that, but it hasn’t come true yet. If it did, I would wish that I could make everything go back to normal. I mean like back to the old days like when I was small. When my Mom first saw me. Because these days aren’t so good sometimes. I loved the days when I was small because I didn’t have so many worries. I didn’t have to do anything except play.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR83GVaIuseb4ZDIjOIaBofyNcnh00rFzdotknTU3S_aiY5EeJTId4BAyZmlJfVjxiABEbRBOEwG8Y1AgCRPXyCEZf3zVAMw6vHPkgvHPXdrvuAqXXMfDpLrzgbzfS09cyJvAbW1Xnb34/s1600/051_7A+COMPRESSED.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR83GVaIuseb4ZDIjOIaBofyNcnh00rFzdotknTU3S_aiY5EeJTId4BAyZmlJfVjxiABEbRBOEwG8Y1AgCRPXyCEZf3zVAMw6vHPkgvHPXdrvuAqXXMfDpLrzgbzfS09cyJvAbW1Xnb34/s640/051_7A+COMPRESSED.JPG" width="538" /></a><span style="color: blue;">It wasn’t necessary to think so much about things. About what’s right and what’s wrong. What’s fair and not fair. Why people have to suffer and why so many people are hungry. Why some people have too much and some people don’t have enough. I think about those things all the time and try to figure out ways of fixing things. But the world is too big to fix, I think. And too bad. That’s why I wish I could be a small kid again, like I was in this picture. I am on the right and Jay is behind me on the left.</span></div><br />
<span style="color: blue;">But the thing is, even when I was so small I couldn’t play very well because I couldn’t walk or move around lots like the other kids of my age. Even when I started school, I had to be pushed down to the school in a pram. When I was quite little and still sleeping in a cot, I used to throw my toys or my bottle out of the cot and then I asked Jay to pick it up for me, and he would climb right out of his cot to pick it up for me. We can both remember that. My Mom thinks it’s amazing that we remember that because we were just small babies.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;">Slobberdog is still not feeling too well. We took some small red ticks off him. Some people say the small red ticks are the ones that give animals and human tick fever. I am very worried about him. He looks depressed. When he is older I am going to take him to my house with my mother because I want her to live with me. My Mom and Slobberdog are stars to me. They protect me and make me feel happy. Without Mommy I wouldn’t be alive. I can always count on Mommy whenever I feel sad I call for her and she is always there for me. I will fight for her until her heart stops beating.</span></span><br />
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</div><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;">My brother Kay has always been there for me too. Our Dad and Mom made us because we were special. My Mom and Dad knew that one day God was going to make us something special that nobody has ever been before so that our adopted Mom will feel so proud of us. And we would hug her every day. And we will make her feel happy. She will see her grandchildren (my children) and I am happy that God made her in this world. She makes the world a better place.</span></span><br />
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</div><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;">I think Slobberdog is about 5 years old. In dog years that’s 7 X 5 = 35. So that is still quite young for a dog. LOL LOL.</span></span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXaHQwibx9voEv7qIz129bGMxf6IHdjzfR3a9fU1fx5MR3w6vBAg7I63cgoIdAeGp7Yn9xU0EXChyphenhyphenroimG72bNc69NsgU9SotUxlaQH3NYwgWHBqubkeHmYolCw4x1jU4wCYaCOCX994/s1600/Tequilla+Framed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXaHQwibx9voEv7qIz129bGMxf6IHdjzfR3a9fU1fx5MR3w6vBAg7I63cgoIdAeGp7Yn9xU0EXChyphenhyphenroimG72bNc69NsgU9SotUxlaQH3NYwgWHBqubkeHmYolCw4x1jU4wCYaCOCX994/s400/Tequilla+Framed.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;">One of our dogs who died was called Tequila. He was very old when he died. He was about 11 years old. I cried for him when he died. He died in pain. He was Rhys’ dog actually. But in my heart he was also a bit like mine. Every day he would lick me and walk with me around the farm and when anybody was threatening me he would be watching them. I loved Tequila a lot! We buried under the nut trees next to the duck pond. Every time I walk past there I see a huge big stone, and I know that that is where Tequila is resting. He is in peace in doggy-heaven.</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">My favourite dog that died was Iceman. He was also an Afghan but he was blonde. He was my favourite dog. I always liked walking with him. He was very big. I would hold onto his long hair or tail while we walked. He loved me very much too, and used to sit on the grass with me and keep after me when I was still small.</span></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_fofwq09rnTErjPJ-Uv_l31_yFIGmf5l5GY890tatufdVh040uaV-vhdreMeAfTzDICx5VKyFmzoMFTl1-LPcspcaIDyn0jKG__KQEOmTwQJ2gM8F4nBp-P0U3dtQ-Uxc2vfBVjo3FyI/s1600/Prince+Iceman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_fofwq09rnTErjPJ-Uv_l31_yFIGmf5l5GY890tatufdVh040uaV-vhdreMeAfTzDICx5VKyFmzoMFTl1-LPcspcaIDyn0jKG__KQEOmTwQJ2gM8F4nBp-P0U3dtQ-Uxc2vfBVjo3FyI/s640/Prince+Iceman.jpg" width="425" /></a></div><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">My Mom doesn’t believe me that I went with her to go and fetch him. She thinks I would have been too small to remember. But I do remember. It was a day when I was small and I couldn’t go to the shops with Mom because it was my ‘standby’. Because we have so many brothers and sisters we used to have standby. When it was your standby day you had to stay very neat and clean and then when somebody was going out in the car to the shops or something, you could go with them.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">So it was my standby and that was why I could go and we went to fetch him, but I didn’t know that that was where we were going. Then the lady told my Mom the story of when Iceman was with this other owner that man was always beating and hitting him. This happened because the lady and the man were getting a divorce and Iceman belonged to the lady and the man did not like Iceman. So that lady called and asked Daria to fetch Iceman and we went in the red combi to fetch him.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">I remember that they were bathing him and brushed him and he looked beautiful. I took that leash thing on his neck and Mom was doing this – come Iceman – come Iceman in her sweetest voice, and she was patting her knee to make him come. I said come Iceman too. I copied her sweet voice and patted my knees and Iceman came. So he sat in the back of the red Combi with me and as soon as we got home our other dog, Cassidy tried to bite him because she was jealous. So I chased her away. In those days my Dad was still at home. Iceman didn’t like my Dad and he tried to bite him. My Mom says its because the other lady's husband used to beat him.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">Every time when Iceman was sitting in my Mom’s room and my Mom wasn’t there but working on her computer, I took the leash and I put it on him and then we went outside and I would be walking around the house with him. As soon as my Mom came in she would say – where’s Iceman and I would say I went to walk him.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">One day Iceman got out of the gate and he was following Sasko. And they were walking and walking and they went on the tar road. The tar road is much more busy than the sand road next to the farm. Iceman didn’t know about busy roads and so when Sasko, our white mountain dog, ran away from him, Iceman got a bit lost. So then Sasko came home, but Iceman didn’t. My Mom was crying and praying for Iceman to come home. She phoned the SPCA and put adverts up everywhere but nobody knew what happened to Iceman.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">Then when Pippa was taking Zoe to university very early one morning she saw something that looked like Iceman on the side of the road. But she couldn't see properly because it was still a bit dark. So she called Mom and Mom came with her car and with Reuel and Joshua. Then she saw that Iceman was dead. Reuel and Joshua picked up Iceman and put him into the boot and Mommy did not drive for a while because she was crying too much.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: blue;">Then she came home and Abraham and Colin dug a grave for Iceman next to the old duck pond. We were all standing around and watched them putting Iceman into the grave and we were all so sad. Then we were all crying, because Iceman was dead and Mom was broken hearted. Even Abraham and Colin were crying. And Mommy said a prayer and then we all went inside and were very quiet all because of Iceman.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Before we say goodbye, I want to tell you something awesome that happened to me. I discovered poetry. I was very bored you see, because of the long holidays for the World Cup. So Mom bought all these cool books for us and we were reading them a lot. I finished them all now. But the ones I liked best were the Hannah Montana ones. So, I found these kind of word things like songs that rhymed and the words were so cool. I started reading one to Mom and she said ... that's beautiful, Jay. That's called Poetry!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Wow! What a cool word. Poetry! P-o-e-t-r-y! It has to stand for something cool because its an awesome word, don't you think? Well, Mom also likes poetry and she knew about it for a long time already. So she likes it when I read the poetry to her. And we can talk about it. She likes words too, just like me. And she says she thinks that Jesus also likes words. After all, she says, he BECAME one!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Anyway, I want to share this most favourite of my poems with you today. It was one that is in the Hannah Montana book. Here it is:</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I see you there in front of me – </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Your face, your hands, your eyes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I hear you talk, I hear you tell</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Your hopes, your dreams, your lies.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I walked with you, a sunlit trail,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Together hand in hand.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then twilight came, and you were gone,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And now alone I stand.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The woods are cold, the trees are black,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The dark is closing in</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And you have gone away from me,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Your faultless light has dimmed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Betrayal is an empty space,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Raw night, cold room, alone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And no one can redeem your face,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sweet knight, safe light, you’re gone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: red;">So, it's bye from the two of us for now. Hope you liked our stories. If you do like poetry I will share some with you again, because I love it so much. But if you don't think its cool, I will just keep it to myself. Bye for now! And please don't forget that we think its cool when you become FOLLOWERS!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Yes, and bye from me too. We love doing these stories. It makes us feel good. So, we are very happy to have friends who are interested. My Mom told us that there is a whole classroom of kids that read our stories. It is Emma Underwood's class. That's so cool. <strong>HI CLASS!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">God bless you all from Kay.</span>Thea Jarvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846733085050816820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582516526645092341.post-71013498869312503292010-06-25T04:48:00.000-07:002010-06-28T01:23:11.145-07:00HE'S NO DRAGON! HE'S OUR BROTHER!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">We really do love you!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="color: red;">In our last letter we said a lot about our brother, Rhys. Some of the things were not very nice. We feel sorry now because we do love him a lot. He’s our eldest brother and he does so much for us. He’s like the Dad we don’t have. We know that he gets frustrated with life. But we do feel so happy that we don’t have to do the pump anymore. That was the only thing that made us sad about Rhys because he doesn’t listen to our point of view. He just shouts. And we got upset that he shouted at us when we didn’t want to do the pump.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I think when you get old like him I think you forget what it’s like to be a little boy and to be scared. It’s a long way to the pump and sometimes it’s very dark. Then the devil brings scary thoughts like … somebody’s going to jump out of the bushes and grab you. I know it’s silly, but when you have to go past the Garden of Remembrance where all the dead babies are, it sends shivers down my back! And I am also scared of the snakes that they are going to come and bite us. After that snake story the other time I became even more terrified.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I don’t like going to the pump at night because when I get very scared I get pains in my chest and feel like I am going to die because I can’t breathe. That’s because I have a problem with my heart. I was born like that. I get very scared because of Macson too. He was murdered right there near the pump. I remember that his teeth were on the floor and there was a lot of blood. B-r-r-r-r. What if those murderers are still lurking and waiting for somebody to kill! I just keep thinking ‘THANK YOU GOD! THANK YOU GOD! THANK YOU THAT WE DON’T HAVE TO GO TO THE PUMP ANYMORE.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Now our little bit bigger, brother, Carlton is going down to the pump. He’s much more brave than us. Maybe he doesn’t have so much imagination! Anyway, somebody donated a small TV and he asked Mom if he could have it for his room. And Mom said SURE … but then you have to do the pump. And Carlton said SURE MOM. NO PROBLEM! THANK YOU GOD! THANK YOU CARLTON! THANK YOU MOM.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="color: red;">The day before yesterday we were all sitting in the barn and watching Bafana Bafana. All of a sudden, Khumalo scored a goal. We were all screaming and shouting we were so happy! Pippa said – Fetch Mommy, fetch Mommy quick and tell her we scored a goal. So Mom came running from the office. Then we were all watching and shouting for Bafana Bafana and blowing our vuvuzela’s and wishing that Bafana could get 5 goals so that we could go through.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="color: red;">After a while, suddenly there was another goal from Kutlego Mphela Wow! We were sure we were going to go all the way. But it was very sad because not too long after that France scored a goal too and at the end it was 2 – 1. That means we can't go through.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">But after the game Rhys and all the big guys said that we should be proud of Bafana Bafana. They did very well, even though they could not go through. And we ARE proud of them because they are our own special South African Team and we will always stand by them. We love them. And we will always praise them for what they did for our nation.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Yesterday we rented some movies to watch in the barn because we were all so bored and Pippa said that we had been behaving so nicely. So we rented The Mummy and Spiderman 3. The movies were really cool. Some of the parts made me shake and jump up. And Pippa gave us suckers and cold drinks. We love Pippa so much. She works so hard for all of us and she takes such good care of us. She is like our second Mom. Three of my brothers, Reuel, Joshua and Brett are going to see the Italy and Slovakia match with some Chinese people this afternoon at Ellis Park. They are so lucky! But we are looking forward to going to Lynette now now. She will be coming around at lunch time to pick us up. It’s going to be fun and a change from being at home.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue;">Reuel played a horrible trick on Pippa yesterday! He was playing with his snake and then he let the snake go into Pippa’s bag. When she got back to the room she picked it up and said : “Why is my bag so heavy? And when she looked inside she saw the snake and we all thought she was going to faint. She was very cross with Reuel. But he thought it was hilarious. I didn’t think it was funny either. I am scared of snakes. But they call me a sissy. Most of my brothers love the snakes. Even little Jerome loves to play with the snake. B-r-r-r-r! It gives me the shivers and I always run away when they are playing with the snakes. My Mom also says I’m silly because it’s not a poisoness snake. I don’t care. I just can’t like it!</span></div><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="color: blue;">One day when my Mom is free I am going to buy JAWS. NO! I have not forgotten about JAWS. I still want it and I will get it one of these days. When I went shopping with my Mom a few days ago with 6 of my brothers, I actually saw it in the shop. But my Mom said No, it is ‘13 Violence’ and so she doesn’t want to buy it. But people lie, because so many things that say ‘13 Violence’ are not even as violent as The Three Little Pigs!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Anyway, my Mom was not interested in buying it because she gets hassled when there are so many of us with her at the shop and everybody wants her to buy stuff. It’s better to go with her on your own. But remember it was supposed to be part of my birthday presents so she must still get it for me. But shame, my poor Mom has to buy so much stuff for so many people. So I must be patient with her.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">One day I will see the Lord Face to Face. That is going to be such an awesome day. I asked my Mom, Mom why can’t I see God? And she said, - Look in my eyes - Look very well. Look Deeper! Look Deeper! And I looked, and looked. And then she said, Can't you see Him peeping out of the windows? LOL LOL</span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;">LOL LOL</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I want to tell you something very interesting. I am busy writing a real story. Every day I write a little bit more and a little bit more. And one day I am going to publish that story and I am going to be rich and famous. That will be so cool because then I will be able to spoil my whole family and will give them all gifts that their hearts desired. And then I will keep after (look after) my Mom when she is old. And then (don’t tell anybody), but I am going to run TLC and keep after my Mom at the same time. <span style="color: red;">LOL LOL</span> Oh shoosh Jay! </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I'm laughing because Mom has always told us about the naughty things our Ouma used get up to. And even the naughty things HER Ouma used to do. They are the funniest stories you have ever heard in your life. So, Kay, what are you going to do when Mommy takes after those ladies? Hey Kay?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Well, I don't care. I know I will be the best person in the world to keep after her. I know she might be old and cranky and it will be hard to look after an old lady but I love her so much and I will manage.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="color: red;">Yesterday my brother, Benjamin came hopping down the stairs calling, Mom! Mommy! Mom looked and saw a piece of stick sticking out of his big toe. So she sat down and he sat down next to her and she tried to pull it out of his toe but she couldn't. Then our eldest sister, Joanna, came and she tried to pull it out but couldn't. So Pippa went to fetch a pair of plyers and she pulled and pulled and finally it came out. It was a 3/4 piece of toothpick! It had gone right into his toe with only a small piece sticking out!</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="color: blue;">Also, yesterday we gave two of our dogs a bath. Khali and Basher. They looked awesome! I love it when they are all clean. They are such lovely dogs. Khali looks wonderful now! He is the white poodle in the picture. And Basher is the brown one. She is a cross between a sausage dog and a chihuahua. My Mom says she is the most loving dog she has ever had. The two of them follow Mommy around all day and all night. If she goes out for a while they wait where she parks her car until she comes back and then they are so happy to see her again.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So, that’s all I have to say for now. We think Lynette will be here any minute. That's why we did our Slobberdog story early this week. Next week I will be able to tell you all the exciting things that happened with Lynette.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Okay I am going now. I actually don’t feel so well so I should go inside. I have a headache and I feel like I might vomit. I think it’s all that talk about snakes, Macson and dead babies! Bye everyone! </span><br />
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