Thursday, June 29, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
1. St. Augustine (100%)
2. Aquinas (88%)
3. Ockham (73%)
4. Kant (67%)
5. Plato (67%)
6. Spinoza (61%)
7. Aristotle (53%)
8. John Stuart Mill (51%)
9. Prescriptivism (46%)
10. Jeremy Bentham (38%)
11. Nel Noddings (38%)
12. David Hume (36%)
13. Ayn Rand (31%)
14. Cynics (25%)
15. Stoics (25%)
16. Jean-Paul Sartre (23%)
17. Nietzsche (18%)
18. Epicureans (12%)
19. Thomas Hobbes (0%)
The results are scored on a curve. The highest score, 100, represents the closest philosophical match to your reponses. This is not to say that you and the philosopher are in total agreement. However this is a philosophy that you may want to study further.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
What Type of Homeschooler Are You?
Salvador Dali Melting clocks are not a problem in your reality. You are an unschooler. You will tolerate a textbook, but only as a last resort. Mud is your friend. You prefer hands-on everything. If your school had an anthem, it would be Dont Worry, Be Happy. Visit my blog: http://www.GuiltFreeHomeschooling.blogspot.com
Take this quiz!
No big surprise there. Dh is "Abraham Lincoln", also no big surprise. I think we'll be able to work out a compromise. :) I like Melissa Wiley's description that what they do is Charlotte Mason, and how they do it is unschooling.
Monday, June 26, 2006
I had several ideas for educational activities we could do along the way, and planned to bring a sketchbook, camera, etc. I ended up forgetting all of that and was a little disappointed that I missed an opportunity to make something more of our trip.
We sometimes hike for hours, but decided to take it easy today and just meandered up one of our favorite trails. Samuel made the first exciting find of the day, a lizard warming himself (herself?) in a little patch of sunlight filtering down through the trees. We then headed up Trail #3, into Bear Canyon and up the 3 ladders where we stopped to admire a little waterfall. A little farther and then- was that thunder? Yes, then came another distant rumble. We were now out of the canyon and in the woods where there was no shelter, so we picked up the pace! I carried Samuel piggyback part of the way because there were many steps and he had trouble keeping up. Finally, we made it down into another canyon where there were abundant overhanging areas should it start to pour. We managed to get down past the most slippery parts before the rain hit, and then we climbed up a hill and found a nice cozy ledge sheltered by a wide overhanging rim of sandstone. We were very thankful that we sought refuge when we did, because right after that, the lightning got a lot closer - once striking a tree across the canyon from us - and the rain became torrential. We were safe and dry however, and got to enjoy the show. Samuel was a little frightened the few times that the lighting struck very near us, but overall we were just in awe of nature. We had such a beautiful view from our perch, looking out across the canyon, watching the stream that flows through it swell, and listening to the symphony of rain splashing and spattering, wind rustling the trees, and crashing thunder. To pass the time, we prayed and talked and played. But mostly we watched and listened. And I realized that God had other plans for us today than taking pictures and drawing in notebooks. We didn't get photos for my blog or drawings for Grandma. Instead, we got an experience.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Where I'm From
I am from ribbon barrettes, from Reeboks and roller skates.
I am from the little ranch house,
in Alabama, New Mexico, Texas, Mississippi, Illinois
From grapevines and yucca plants, lizards and squirrels, and always flowers.
I am from the cactus,
the piercing needles when I fall off my bike.
I am from driving aimlessly looking at lights on Christmas Eve
and political indignation,
from Mom, Dad, and Tara
and Grandmas and Granddaddies.
I am from the biting sarcasm
and well-hidden emotions.
From "Because I said so"
and "Do your best".
I am from lukewarm Catholicism, agnosticism, and finally orthodoxy.
From hot, itchy Sunday dresses, almost fainting during an endless rosary on a hot Biloxi afternoon,
From turning my back,
From kneeling at the feet of Mary.
I'm from Virginia, barbecue and cherry pie.
From the dirt in the dugout while Dad played softball, the splinters from the fiberglass bleachers, and the first steps of my little sister next to the chocolate brown ottoman.
I am from big leather albums in green and red,
Mom with a pregnant belly and Dad in a flight suit,
Tara in big shoes and a washcloth on her head,
Air shows and balloon festivals,
Disneyland and Sea World,
A long-haired white dog, caked in mud,
Chronicling a family that stuck together when there was nothing else to stick to.
There were many, many things I wish I could show you pictures of. First on the list would be the look on Samuel's face when he saw a dolphin do the first trick of the show. It reared up out of the water and "walked" backwards on its tail, and Samuel was a combination of amazement and bliss.
Other memorable sights: dolphins swimming up to the glass in the underwater viewing area to look at us, the graceful dance of the beluga whales, the undulating red jellyfish, the beautiful alien sea dragons, the gliding stingrays, the rainbows of fish, the incredible energy and speed of Rockhopper penguins, the curious shape of the Shovel-Nosed Guitarfish (really!), and the sharks. Oh, the sharks! We could have watched them circle for hours, especially the sawfish.
If you are in the area, do not miss Shedd.
After our feet had had enough meandering through the oceans of the world (though the rest of us was only getting warmed up), we headed over to our dear friends' house in Elk Grove, where we dined on the Best. Pizza. Ever. Really. We have been craving it ever since, and are sincerely glad that we do not live in Elk Grove, because as much as we love Steve, Sheila, David, and Joshua, we would gain about 300 pounds from eating that pizza 7 days a week.
Needless to say, we'll have to visit Chicagoland more often, to see friends, visit the sights, and, well, eat pizza. Hey Steve and Sheila, doing anything tomorrow?
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Last weekend, we trekked up north with Grandma and Grandpa to visit dh's family in Wisconsin. We got there LATE Friday night, and left Sunday afternoon, but we sure did pack a lot into that visit! We stayed with Shawn's Aunt Jacqueline and Uncle Roger, and cousins Britney, Tyler, and Brandon. On Saturday, we all went to visit Uncle Terry and Aunt Jackie and see their new house and dairy farm. Here is Samuel with one of the calves.
We also visited with Shawn's grandparents, and got a tour of their workspaces. Great-Grandpa has a huge woodworking room (2, actually) where he makes the most beautiful furniture, cabinets, toys, etc. Shawn is so jealous. Great-Grandma has 2 rooms dedicated to her quilting. The house they are in used to be a duplex, and in what used to be the other kitchen, she has her sewing room. Can you imagine a whole kitchen, with cabinets and counters, all just for sewing? And, if that weren't enough, she has another whole room for her gigantic quilting machine. I am so jealous.
After that we headed over to Uncle Tony's, where we got a tour of their farm for rescued llamas. The llamas all answer to their names and are quite friendly, although they were a little skittish about all the kids. They also have a couple of goats, a miniature pig, and a chinchilla.
Then it was over to Uncle Tom and Aunt Helen's where we saw another menagerie. They have guinea hens, peacocks (traditional and white), a goose, quail, turkeys, emus, donkeys, Scottish highland cows, rabbits, hares, potbellied pigs, goats, and horses. And I'm probably forgetting a few. While we were there, we saw a bald eagle circling over some distant trees, which was very cool. I got a picture of it, and if you zoom the picture to the point that it is getting grainy, you can see that it is indeed a bald eagle. (Did I mention they were distant trees?) Then, back at Roger and Jacqueline's, we saw another bald eagle eating dinner in a field.
On Sunday after church, we went out on 4-wheelers for a bit. Samuel was very unsure about riding them, but once we convinced him to try it, he didn't want to get off. After a couple trips around the hay field on 4-wheelers, Roger took the kids for a ride on the hay wagon behind the tractor. Samuel had a blast with his second cousins, and did not want to leave! We will have to make the trip up there more often.
Here are all the kids with a 2-week-old Sicilian donkey. To see the rest of the pictures from our trip, go to my Flickr page here.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Samuel: How 'bout you put Mommy to workin' on our dinner?
(Just so you know, Daddy often helps with dinner. Mommy just usually prefers to do it herself and have some quiet time while Daddy entertains the hyperactive five-year-old.)
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Here is Samuel, triumphant after swimming lessons today, because today he voluntarily put his face in the water! Several times!
And (you mean there's more???) he asked to take the training wheels off his bike today. So, we had our first trip down the sidewalk and back with me holding the back of his seat, telling him to keep his hands on the handlebars instead of reaching for me, and him replying in an anxious voice, "I don't like this... it feels weird... Mama!" We decided to take a break and try again later. He did not ask to put the training wheels back on, so I consider it a success!
Dh went to bed before we did last night, and when Samuel was ready to hit the hay, he went to the bedroom, came back and complained, "Daddy is taking up a little of his part, and a little of your part, and all of my part!"
Samuel scooted over to snuggle by me when we woke up today, and after a few minutes asked, "Do we have to get up now?" I told him yes, that we should get up and have breakfast. He sighed and said, "Bummer."
Friday, June 09, 2006
No, my marigolds don't look this good. That's a stock.xchng photo. My marigolds look pretty bad at the moment... but they are in the ground, marking the last of my spring planting. Probably my last until next year, unless I get ambitious and decide to do a fall planting. I always intend to, but am usually so fed up with my garden by that point that the only thing I want to do with it is throw rocks at it. However, this year things seem to be growing better. Maybe this year will be the year, the year when the cost we put into the garden will finally be justified by the bounty we shall harvest from it. As the summer is still young, I will try not to get my hopes up. There is still plenty of time for weeds, Japanese beetles, rabbits, and overgrown tomatoes to destroy the beauty that is now my vegetable garden. But for now, it is peace and tranquility. Unless those marigolds don't perk up. Then somebody better fetch me a rock.
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Heat 4 cups water and 2 cups sugar over medium heat until dissolved. Cool 20 minutes. Add 2 cups lemon juice, and some lemon zest, if desired. Stir this mixture into an equal amount of ice water. If you, like my son, prefer pink lemonade, smash up about a half cup of raspberries, strain out the seeds, and stir that in too. Can substitute lime juice and zest for the lemon juice and zest, or strawberry or cherry juice for the raspberries. Enjoy! For extra elegance, garnish with ice cubes made from the lemonade containing whole raspberries. Makes great popsicles too. :)
PS: The title of this blog post comes from a horrible song, with a horrible name that I won't even type here. But dh and I always liked the phrase "disco lemonade" for some reason.