Wassup wit Chipmunks?

I recently had the pleasure of celebrating my son's 3rd birthday. He wanted a Chipmunks Birthday, so he and 9 of his mates (and us adults) had heaps of fun going mad at this fine establishment.

Rules:

1. You can scream as loud as you want!



2. You can eat/drink whatever you want.



3. Feel free to go crazy.



4. Be thankful for the day, your mates and the prezzies.

After watching the kids do hilarious stunts like sliding head first and upside down on the big slide and getting hot, puffed and sweaty running around like mad things we broke for lunch and birthday celebrations.

Chipmunks served us up wholesome nutritious pack of cherrio sausages, mini hotdogs, chips (frys), lollies and sugary fruit drinks. Fuel for the tank I say!

The kids prayed, ate the lollies, drank the drink, opened the presents, thanked everone and bailed to play. This left the two dads amongst the crew to eat the aforementioned wholesome food packs...mmm. It was while doing so that I found buried deep within such a pack a great treasure...namely the SUPERFRY!

Oh yeah! You know this is the mac-daddy of all fries!

I so reckon it beats this fellas attempt that got him some recognition in the Frightening Fast Food group (you could Google it, but its lame)

I ate the monster fry and rounded up the troops who were getting pretty worn out by this stage.

Thanks Chipmunks for a great Birthday and my extraordinary experience with a truely amazing fry amongst fries. I mean if it were in Old Testament times it would be the Saul of all fries, nay the Goliath or a Nephilim amongst its ordinary fry mates.

Yes, truely awesome.

Wassup wit Flannelgraph?

I have very vague recollections of Flannelgraph at Sunday school - to be honest I think I bunked most classes. So to refresh my memory I went to a very reputable site, A.K.A Wikipedia.

Flannelgraph (sometimes called a flannel board) is a storytelling system that uses a board covered with flannel , usually resting on an easel. The flannel board is usually painted to depict a background scene appropriate to the story being told. Paper cutouts of characters and objects in the story are then placed on the board, and moved around, as the story unfolds. These cutouts are backed, either with flannel, or with some other substance that adheres lightly to the flannel background, such as coarse sandpaper.

Now my Mum is not slow to catch on to the latest fad, and being multi-talented can turn her hands to most things. So when she gestured excitedly to her latest creation I was more than a little intrigued.

Voila!! The latest fad, A.K.A The next big thing! (according to a very special 5 year old anyway) - Homemade Flannelgraph!

Thats me pointing to...me!

That's my little girl pointing to her favourite - a birdie!

My best mate (see here) is definately not slow to pick up on the latest fad either. Check out Flannelgraph 2009 styles!

So whether you have fond memories of Bible Stories being 'blinged up' with Flannel or you just like to wear the stuff, let's celebrate together the multi-useful medium that is Flannel!

I don't think so Tim.

Wassup wit Sheep (revisited)

Now I know the last sheep blog wasn't all that good (click here to view) but I didn't think it was that baaaad. So since yesterday (sat 4/4/09) I was helping Mum and Dad drench their mob of sheep; 5 altogether...yes three have been shot, skinned, gutted, butchered, bagged, tagged, frozen, thawed, roasted, eaten, digested...need I go on.


In any case the 5 remaining sheep have grown and are really quite strong. So once we two legged dogs had these critters coralled I was given the job of selecting one at a time to enter the race where upon I would grab said sheep's mouth and force it to say,'Baaa' and Mum would insert drench. Dad was leaning over the rail to lend his sage wisdom and make sure the job was done right.


The first sheep sidestepped me and charged down the race at my unsuspecting mum who got a fright when a flying Romney belted into her, 'Oops, sorry Ma'


Once that one was dealt with I was prepared for their ovine cunning. I decide the best tactic was to ride them. True. Straddling the sheep I could walk / ride them into the race and hold them still with my powerful thigh muscles whilst opeing their gobs...sweet as!


So here's a tribute to all my sheep riding buddies out there...yeeee haaa!