Gem’s Search… for Quotes

I enjoy reading quotes, so for this weeks theme, ‘If you google search’ I am going to make a list of quotes that have made me smile. Here goes-

‘You’re mad. Bonkers. Off your head… but I’ll tell you a secret…all of the best people are.’ -Alice in Wonderland

‘If you stumble, make it part of the dance.’ -Unknown

‘It’s not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.’ -Sir Edmund Hillary

‘Never regret anything that made you smile.’– Mark Twain

‘Whoever is happy will make others happy too.’ -Anne Frank

‘The power of imagination makes us infinite.’ -John Muir

If you know any other good ones to add to the list comment below.



What Gem Has Been Up To Lately…

Hi all! I have been very busy lately, but nothing was so interesting I could do a whole post on it so I’ve written you a list.

Lately I have-

Played netball and had training (when the coach doesn’t cancel them)

Gone to a scout camp

Debated in debating club

Gone to my grandparents golden wedding party

Started playing badminton

Gone to school and done homework and boring stuff like that.

Lately I haven’t-

Gone to the Scout troop meetings (it overlaps with netball)

Umpired netball

Been warm and dry in nice weather

Kept my bedroom tidy

Been careful not to read till late…

Thanks for reading!


Maybe I don’t like it!!!

Hi all, Gem here,

I could confess lots of things, but today I’ll just do one.

My father is a gardener, and my Gran’s garden is a work of art so you’d think that I’d love plants and soil and that kind of thing. But I don’t. I know lots about plants and although I can name many, but that doesn’t mean I like them, and I absolutely hate gardening.

For most people I think gardening includes planting stuff, but for me it means weeding and picking up branches after my Dad’s been through with the hedge trimmer. My little brother dislikes it as well, but for some reason BB seems to enjoy it.

I guess there are some parts I like. For example, I love the native bush and I do like looking at gardens but just not gardening.  I can name way more plants than most children my age and I guess I like that.

Try to remember that if someone’s parent is a builder or a teacher or an artist the child doesn’t necessarily enjoy the same things as them, nor be good at them, and knowing a lot abut something doesn’t always mean you like it.

Thanks for reading!




Hi it’s BB,

I like this word because it sounds smart. It’s also part of a minion quote (I couldn’t find it but I think It’s…) ‘I like saying big words because they make me sound sophisticated.’

The words mum likes are delicious and gorgeous, I think everyone likes some words.

P.S: Hope more post next week.

By BBbb-xxx

Gem’s favourite word

Hi everyone, its Gem!

I have to admit that I’ve never really thought about a favourite word before.

After a little thinking I have decided.

My favourite word is…


It is whimsical, mysterious and beautiful all at the same time, with room for thought. It can be good or bad or in between, and that’s why I like it. Enchanted can also describe all of the seasons.


Thanks for reading!

Hope you liked it


It’s BB!

I would like to:

  • Go to France (very unlikely)
  • Go to the snow
  • Not have to share my room anymore, or at lest get a wall in between us.
  • Get a pet turkey
  • Turn 12

2 or 3 will probably not

5 things from Gem

Hi, Gem here. I am going to tell you 5 things I want to do by the end of the year.

  1. Self- publish one of my stories as a book
  2. Get better at improvising in drama
  3. Build a bigger, better and more waterproof shelter for my calves
  4. Get used to going to college (in America I believe it is called high school)
  5. Be able to do press ups

I have a few more but I think that’s enough for today.

Thanks for reading!



The weirdo in our garden!

One morning a couple of years ago (when I was a wimp), I was outside leaving out food for fluffy, the (stupid and ugly tiger) cat, I heard a noise…

At first I thought it was fluffy because he hadn’t come yet but it was to strange. I was a little confused and set off back to our house, on my way I came across Myrtle my sister.

“did you hear me,”she asked

“When,” I said

“I called to you,” Myrtle replied.

I had more funny stories but think I already told you guys.



Licorice and the Revenge on the City Cousins

 Here is my funny story!

Hope you like it

From Gem

When I was 10 I finally got my first calf. He was jet black so I called him Licorice. He was a feisty little thing who was always the first to finish drinking his milk. Licorice was a lot stronger than my brothers calf, Ginger. She was brown and petite and, compared to Licorice, very polite. My brother was 6 at the time.

It was a bad idea to get between Licorice and his food. I had once and it had had humiliating results. I accidentally stood in front of his milk and Licorice seemed to think that he couldn’t get past so he went right through my legs!

I was lifted up, facing the wrong way on his back. Neither of us were very pleased. My brother was laughing his head off. I never got in the way again after that.

My cousins were up to visit. Frank and Izzy lived in the city and were unaccustomed to country life.  We wanted to show them our calves.

As soon as we entered the paddock laden with buckets of muesli they started complaining.

“Eww, mud!”

“This stinks.”

When we saw the calves they were even less impressed. Calves love to suck fingers, lick you and leave you covered in slobber. Thus Licorice’s nickname- Licky.

They didn’t want to go near the calves. Licky went straight to work devouring the muesli and Ginger ate, but not quite as enthusiastically . We put the buckets on either side of the water trough to avoid confusion. In no time at all Licky was finished, whereas Ginger had barely begun. Seeing this, Licky bolted past the water trough to her bucket and barged into her so he could eat.

On the way past he brushed past Frank, who was standing beside the trough. Frank attempted to step back, but he found he couldn’t and instead toppled into the water, which was dirty and slimy.

Frank was not happy at all when he rose to the top, soaked. He had scrapes on the back of his legs. My city cousin was bedraggled and wet and covered in slime and my calf was feasting on muesli.

At least someone got something good out of it in the end!