1/20, F13, ISO 1600
Just like Sarah at Amongst Lovely Things, I'm trying to learn how to use my manual mode on my Canon Rebel t2i Digital SLR camera. She is SO MUCH more advanced than I, but I hope with a lot of practice I'll be able to get better in time.
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Chapter 1
Five years ago in the Swiss Alps, I was hiking in very rough terrain. I had five colleagues with me. They were Jajo, Justin, Robert, John Michael, and an old man I had found in preparation for the hike. We were very near the top when we encountered the oddest bird any of us had ever seen. We were in hot debate about what we should do about it, when Jajo, who had stayed quiet the whole time, said, in an alarmingly loud voice, “Look! Another one!" We all looked in the direction of his finger, and saw another of the same species,though a tad bigger. “Maybe it's a dodo bird." said Justin. Robert ,though, had a different opinion. “I think it looks like a Canadian Bullrush." “A Canadian Bullrush? You must be daft!" John Michael shouted. The old man I had brought along knew what it was. “My stars and stripes! That is a bullfinch!" Justin, who's mind had been affected by the high altitude, said “Can we eat it?" At this remark, the bullfinches, who had been searching for food, started squawking loudly in protest. “No!" said Isaac (for that was the old man's name). “These are the very heart of nature, the very breath of God, the very heaven on earth." “So," said Justin,“we can't eat them?" “No!" said a frustrated Isaac. “We must trudge onward, and collect them on the way back." Then we made a camp and fell asleep in our makeshift tent.
Chapter 2
I woke bright and early the next morn with an odd taste in my mouth, so I consulted Isaac, our physician, to see if he could extract the taste. “It appears that this taste is the chemical reaction of the bullfinches' germs, and can only be removed by drinking cocoa extract" said Isaac. “Cocoa extract!?" I shouted. “Where in these forsaken mountains are we going to find cocoa extract!?" I had had enough of Isaac, so I went to Justin's tent. “Good morn, Justin." I said with a smile. “What's so good about it?" he said in reply. “You have much to be thankful for, Justin. The birds, the fresh air. I'd say there's a bee in your bonnet." I said. “ Well, its time to break camp!" So, without much further trouble, we got a move on. Most of the day passed smoothly, and at noon we stopped to take a breather and have some lunch. After lunch, Justin said to me, “Are we almost there?" I answered him with a quick, “Yes." Halfway there, Isaac tripped on a stone and started rolling down the hill, straight for the edge of the cliff.
Chapter 3
The next day I decided to explore the area, so I got Isaac's permission and left. I was walking along when suddenly my legs would not move. I soon realized that I was stuck in quick sand, so I seized a shovel and dug myself out. After that I returned to camp. Isaac was getting ready to break camp, so I decided to help. We started off fairly well until suddenly, Isaac stopped. “We made it!" he shouted. All of a sudden a wind sprung up and pushed us all off the mountain! Right as we hit the ground I woke up. I was in my bed at my house. From that day forward I vowed never to go hiking.
Written by Kolbe James Tucker- age 11
11/27/2011
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My poor little guy has had severe chapped lips for over a week and we haven't been able to find any relief for him until today. While I was at the check out line at Tractor Supply to get chicken feed for our hens, I noticed a display of chicken poop lip balm right next to me. I immediately thought of my little boy and bought it for him, but I played a little joke on him on the phone. I called him at home and told him where I was and told him I got him some chicken poop for his chapped lips. There was a dead silence on the other line and he told his sister what I had just told him.
When I got home and gave him the balm, he burst out laughing and put it on right away. To our surprise, it has worked much better than everything else we've tried all week. I think I'm going to have to invest in a pile of poop next time I'm in town for chicken feed. ;-)
Just in case you're wondering, these are the ingredients- Avocado oil, jojoba, sweet orange, lavender essential oil, bees wax, and Vitamin E.
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...this is a chicken coop." :-)
This is the way Maria sees it. She's a true contry girl at heart. I bought her a wooden nursery set for her doll house, but instead of using it as a changing table for her baby, she insists it's a chicken coop. Gotta love a 3 year old's imagination. lol
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"Kolbe, why are you juggling chicken nuggets?"
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I am heartily sick of the protest "I don't go to Mass because my parentsforced me to go when I was young." OK Son, what else did your parentsforce you to do?
Your parents forced you to wash before you went out in the morning. Those cruel tyrants made sure that you cleaned your teeth before you went to bed. They dragged you kicking and screaming to school so that you could learn to read - and the teachers collaborated by forcing you to learn the alphabet and put the words together.
To top it all, after looking after your physical needs, they had the temerity to exercise their authority by looking after your spiritual needs and taking you to Mass on Sunday.
If they had neglected to see that you were clean, had suitable clothes, eat some sort of nourishing food, get some education and cross the road safely, they would have been visited by social services and given a care plan so that you could be healthy and safe.
And you are complaining because they took responsibility for your eternal life?
In this context, it is relevant to quote again the classic:
Ten reasons why I never wash
- I was forced to as a child.
- People who wash are hypocrites - they think they are cleaner than everybody else.
- There are so many different kinds of soap, I can't decide which one is best.
- I used to wash, but I got bored and stopped.
- I wash only on special occasions, like Christmas and Easter.
- None of my friends wash.
- I'll start washing when I get older and dirtier.
- I can't spare the time.
- The bathroom is never warm enough in winter or cool enough in summer.
- People who make soap are only after your money.
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Maria asked me this question after I took off her diaper and let her air out for a few minutes.
Maria: "Mommy, is babies supposed to poop on the floor?"
Me: "No."
Maria: "Then put a diaper on me!"
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Breakfast time this morning...
eating with a baby spoon (that's ok because she's still my baby girl)
drinking out of a measuring cup
good ol' chopsticks (or should I say 1 chopstick)
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1. Most parents were educated in the under-funded public school system, therefore they are not smart enough to homeschool their children.
2. Children who receive one-on-one homeschooling will learn more than other children, giving them an unfair advantage in the marketplace. This is undemocratic.
3. Children need to learn to defend themselves by fighting off bullies on a daily basis.
4. Ridicule from other children is important to the socialization process.
5. Children need practice “Just Saying No” to drugs, cigarettes and alcohol.
6. Fluorescent lighting may be found to have significant health benefits, along with limited exposure to the weather due to global warming.
7. Asking permission to use the bathroom teaches students their proper place in society.
8. The fashion industry depends on peer pressure that only public schools can generate.
9. Public schools are able to foster cultural literacy, passing on important traditions like the singing of “Jingle Bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg…”
10. Homeschooled children may not learn any ever-important office career skills, like sitting still for 8 hours straight
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It keeps overheating, so as long as we keep it cool every half hour or so, it lasts for a little while. I know what I want for Christmas. This should definately help.
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