Didgery Doo

Trees.

2006-12-29T18:50:00.000-08:00

Trees. I love trees. Do you love trees? I love trees. Do you love trees? Okay, I'll shut up now.
Hey, look, TREES!

TTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!
Yay.

TRES! I mean, TREES!

THE END.

(No trees were harmed in the making of this post.)

2006-12-28T07:15:00.000-08:00

Hi. I got something AWESOME! I mean it. Ladies and Gentlemen, without further adue.........
SPONGEBOB'S GEEK BAND!

The Green Fuzzy Thing. And a turd.

2006-12-27T13:57:00.000-08:00

Hi. I Got this weird picture and it keeps on bugging me. Seriously, I mean you don't know how it feels to be watched all day by a Green Fuzzy Thing. See? It's been here so long it's a real noun. It's sooooooooooo scary. Check it out. Unless your too scared. Dun-dun-dun......

Have you seen anything as weird as THAT? I doubt it. But the funny thing is The Green Fuzzy Thing's married to this!

See? A turd. Ok, it's not a turd,but it's the closest thing to it.

See ya everybody!

Tats

2006-05-17T19:11:00.000-07:00

My Uncle Joel and Aunt Mel have tattoos. My Uncle Joel's is kind of like a transformer and he still has to have to coloured in but it looks really cool. Aunt Mel is so nice just like the girl on her arm. She is pretty and funny too. She calls me boogersnot. She calls Thomas that too, but she called me it first, so I'm the original boogersnot. That's cool.

Tyson

2006-03-29T06:06:00.000-08:00

Meet Tyson. My great-grandma got Tyson for me at the Haliburton Wolf Centre a few years ago, when I was smaller. Tyson has slept with me every night since then. I love him so much. When Mommy washed him, he went all fuzzy, but that's okay because I still love him and hug him alot and he is soft. Sometimes I talk to him and tell him what I've done all day because he can't go to school with me. I think this makes him sad. I miss him when I'm at school but he is cool about it. He is a great friend.

2006-03-23T08:34:00.000-08:00

Macro, Dawg.

2006-03-15T06:26:00.000-08:00

Okay you're thinking why are these Legos and bunnies and eggs on here. Well, guess what? I learned macro! The power went out in our neighbourhood and I played with the camera for a while, because I was bored and it was raining too. These pictures are just things that are around our house. By the way, I made a story at school. Here it is:

My Snow Day, by Slapshot

On a cold snowy day, I called my friends for a perfect snow day. When they came over, I said "Let's build a fort!" And one of them said, "Okay!" The other one said, "Let's do it!"

When we were finished, we had a snowball fight. When they had to go home, I said, "Bye! This really was the perfect snow day."

THE END

Maple Sugar Bush Trip

2006-03-14T16:37:00.000-08:00

Ya, I know what you're thinking. Why did I call this stuff, Maple Sugar Bush Trip? Okay, it's simple. I went to the Maple Sugar Bush, today. Here are pictures of it, because it's a photoblog. Okay, you got me? Okay, let's go.

Okay you're probably thinking it was really boring, just tasting maple syrup, and going for a ride, but you're wrong. I went in a horse-drawn wagon and I got to eat pancakes. I know the story now, of how the Indians made maple syrup. How do ya like them apples?

There was a young Indian boy and he was practicing hitting his Tomahawk in the trees and he hit one tree and it got stuck. He tried to reach it but it was too high, so he had to wait for his Dad to come back from hunting. In the meanwhile, he went to his mother to see what she was doing and she asked him to go to the lake with a bucket to get some water. On the way to the river, he passed the tree where his Tomahawk was in. He thought if he stood on the bucket, he would be able to reach the Tomahawk. Nope.

So he sat on the tree with the bucket between his legs and took a nap. When he woke up, the bucket was filled with something that looked like water. So he thought the Water God had given him water, so he didn't have to go to the lake. He gave the water to his Mom and she used it for cooking, and then he tasted the food and it was sweet. So he told his Dad about the Tomahawk, and when they arrived at the tree, there was liquid dripping down the Tomahawk. Then they found out that if they boil this liquid, they would get a sweet substance. So they used this method to heat the liquid in a hollowed log, and with deer antlers, they threw hot stones (from a fire) into the log to heat the liquid and the water would evaporate. Maple syrup was born.

See ya next time!