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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 19:13:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Holidays</category><category>Home Improvement</category><category>Frugal Living</category><category>Kids</category><category>Celebrations</category><category>Nature</category><category>Marriage</category><category>The ZooKeeper</category><category>In the Kitchen</category><category>Hobbies</category><category>Family</category><category>Christmas</category><category>God's Word</category><category>Winter</category><category>Fall Fun</category><category>Dogs</category><category>Little Lady</category><category>Family Recipes</category><category>fall</category><category>Kids say the craziest things</category><category>Country Life</category><category>Dinner conversations</category><category>Barney</category><category>Summer Fun</category><category>Family Fun</category><category>Zoo Animals</category><category>Field Trips</category><category>Love</category><category>Boys</category><category>Spring</category><category>Misc.</category><category>Grandma and Grandpa</category><category>W</category><category>Christmas Joys</category><category>School</category><title>The Thompson Zoo</title><description>Where the wild things are.</description><link>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheThompsonZoo" /><feedburner:info uri="thethompsonzoo" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-3322982408140740031</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T14:13:39.789-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Winter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boys</category><title>Home on the Range</title><description>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guest post by Crazy Fox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to a cattle ranch and we saw a lot of cows and some babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was over 325 cows all together and we got to feed them all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got to ride on a hay wagon and it was fun.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWfFJXLtQzI/AAAAAAAABns/VmVnhv9QUso/s1600-h/DSCI0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWfFJXLtQzI/AAAAAAAABns/VmVnhv9QUso/s400/DSCI0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cows were hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWfFJbOwQtI/AAAAAAAABn0/7kc375f8WkE/s1600-h/DSCI0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWfFJbOwQtI/AAAAAAAABn0/7kc375f8WkE/s400/DSCI0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this cow a lot because he looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWfFJp_GuAI/AAAAAAAABn8/xtRrhyoV4m4/s1600-h/DSCI0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWfFJp_GuAI/AAAAAAAABn8/xtRrhyoV4m4/s400/DSCI0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;These cows are heifers.  That means they have not given birth to a calf.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWfFJx8AgOI/AAAAAAAABoE/htYoyaKe-9k/s1600-h/DSCI0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWfFJx8AgOI/AAAAAAAABoE/htYoyaKe-9k/s400/DSCI0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-3322982408140740031?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/wzaBt984akw/home-on-range.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWfFJXLtQzI/AAAAAAAABns/VmVnhv9QUso/s72-c/DSCI0004.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-on-range.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-136742005941297720</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-05T22:32:37.017-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Winter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><title>Just One Extra Hour . . .</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much for resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We woke up this morning to fresh snow.  I had big plans for today.  A new week, a new year and a new schedule.  We were going to start school as soon as the Zookeeper left for work.  The only problem is, I love to have fun with my kids.  I love to make memories with them.  I think it is one of the joys of home schooling to tell your kids they can go play in the falling snow.  We still got all our school work done.  We just took one extra hour of Christmas vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lady and Crazy Fox making snow bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWL5ReSKytI/AAAAAAAABnU/ld-QfoD7cGM/s1600-h/P1050718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWL5ReSKytI/AAAAAAAABnU/ld-QfoD7cGM/s400/P1050718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288062991068744402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging Badger making a stockpile of snowballs.&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Great Grandma and Great Grandpa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLvwN3J6DI/AAAAAAAABmE/BXQC_fmHSF0/s1600-h/P1050720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLvwN3J6DI/AAAAAAAABmE/BXQC_fmHSF0/s400/P1050720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy Fox sliding down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLvwkNYOTI/AAAAAAAABmU/c22MC4EHxzk/s1600-h/P1050735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLvwkNYOTI/AAAAAAAABmU/c22MC4EHxzk/s400/P1050735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Digging Badger on his snowboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLvwTaHxXI/AAAAAAAABmM/pauBh7u97VE/s1600-h/P1050736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLvwTaHxXI/AAAAAAAABmM/pauBh7u97VE/s400/P1050736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLvwkNYOTI/AAAAAAAABmU/c22MC4EHxzk/s1600-h/P1050735.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Lady doing what Little Lady does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWL5Ryndy4I/AAAAAAAABnc/HuSa50wUcjk/s1600-h/P1050721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWL5Ryndy4I/AAAAAAAABnc/HuSa50wUcjk/s400/P1050721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288062996526779266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-136742005941297720?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/VVtpitIwGwk/just-one-extra-hour.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWL5ReSKytI/AAAAAAAABnU/ld-QfoD7cGM/s72-c/P1050718.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-one-extra-hour.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-2381249186242172357</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 05:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T08:08:11.765-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Winter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little Lady</category><title>Little Lady's Tobaggan Trouble</title><description>This morning's fun started out great.  Little Lady lugged the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toboggan&lt;/span&gt; up the short slope and waited for her turn to go down.  She has learned it is better to let one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her boys&lt;/span&gt; go down first to pack down the snow.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLzrmI6-yI/AAAAAAAABm8/f1wioI7hKK4/s1600-h/P1050726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLzrmI6-yI/AAAAAAAABm8/f1wioI7hKK4/s400/P1050726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288056842784275234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was all set and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gave it a little forward heave ho, but she didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLxMqA8NLI/AAAAAAAABmc/9jK_-ixe5X8/s1600-h/P1050729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLxMqA8NLI/AAAAAAAABmc/9jK_-ixe5X8/s400/P1050729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brother gave her a little help and she started in a downhill direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLxM8oYQFI/AAAAAAAABmk/kdPfTr242Oo/s1600-h/P1050730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLxM8oYQFI/AAAAAAAABmk/kdPfTr242Oo/s400/P1050730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still no speed.  None at all.&lt;br /&gt;She leaned over the side and started digging herself out.  All three of them were laughing so hard.  Little Lady continually cracks us up.  She was just so matter-of-fact in the way she decided that she could dig her sled out and gain the speed she was looking for. All the while laughing with that deep belly laugh, the genuinely tickled laugh that can not be reproduced.  It is the laugh that comes out of her when she is making other people laugh.  The noise that allows her to get away with almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLxNKsNtQI/AAAAAAAABms/PQLBkql7sgg/s1600-h/P1050731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLxNKsNtQI/AAAAAAAABms/PQLBkql7sgg/s400/P1050731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One more little heave ho, and she was off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLxNOuJmiI/AAAAAAAABm0/suf5wdAYepo/s1600-h/P1050732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLxNOuJmiI/AAAAAAAABm0/suf5wdAYepo/s400/P1050732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lady guiding the toboggan like a pro.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLzsHhEduI/AAAAAAAABnE/8oaC6FwaJ8M/s1600-h/P1050733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLzsHhEduI/AAAAAAAABnE/8oaC6FwaJ8M/s400/P1050733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288056851743930082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have some hot cocoa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLzsT5-gZI/AAAAAAAABnM/1SlyDIcUsq8/s1600-h/P1050734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLzsT5-gZI/AAAAAAAABnM/1SlyDIcUsq8/s400/P1050734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288056855069622674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love that girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-2381249186242172357?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/UsPjyeQFeD4/lillte-ladys-tobaggan-trouble.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SWLzrmI6-yI/AAAAAAAABm8/f1wioI7hKK4/s72-c/P1050726.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/lillte-ladys-tobaggan-trouble.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-9035660293836960299</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T12:52:38.048-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><title>Happy New Year!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids and I had a quiet evening at home.  Well, it wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; quiet.  You see we took all of the Christmas decorations off the tree and transformed it into a New Year's Eve tree.  We put shiny hats and horns and sparkly tinsel and garland all over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV0qmAZtNHI/AAAAAAAABlM/Xvmmy0DISP4/s1600-h/P1050699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV0qmAZtNHI/AAAAAAAABlM/Xvmmy0DISP4/s400/P1050699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286428370034046066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a basket of noise makers and instruments we found around the house.  And the kids used them . . . all night long.  It was really very festive, just not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV0qol4rQyI/AAAAAAAABlU/35uMzPm7LB4/s1600-h/P1050701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV0qol4rQyI/AAAAAAAABlU/35uMzPm7LB4/s400/P1050701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286428414455792418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lady helped me decorate our clock cake.  We just used what we had on hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made it 11:59 so we could do a count down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV0qlHyyhUI/AAAAAAAABlE/MIee7f93Ylk/s1600-h/P1050716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV0qlHyyhUI/AAAAAAAABlE/MIee7f93Ylk/s400/P1050716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286428354838431042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy new year from our zoo to yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV0qkhof31I/AAAAAAAABk8/fOM8iCh-Itw/s1600-h/P1050707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV0qkhof31I/AAAAAAAABk8/fOM8iCh-Itw/s400/P1050707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286428344594718546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-9035660293836960299?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/30CAAtJ1AUM/happy-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV0qmAZtNHI/AAAAAAAABlM/Xvmmy0DISP4/s72-c/P1050699.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-51915777286780698</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-02T21:15:30.167-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><title>O Christmas Tree</title><description>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our family is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; tree kind of family. We love to walk into the living room and smell the pine scent.  We love that our tree is different every year. We love making a yearly ornament out of a slice of the trunk. Oh, and of course the challenge of keeping the water full and the floor clean.   The convenience of an artificial tree is tempting, but we have not given in yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were planning on getting our tree the first week of December, but one thing led to another and come Christmas eve, we still did not have a Christmas tree.  We have friends that always get their tree on the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  It is their family tradition to go get their tree and decorate it after dinner on Christmas eve.  I myself an more of a planner.  Decorating a tree is a messy undertaking.  But as the month passed by and our living room was still void of a tree, I realized that most of the tree lots were also void of trees.  And then I realized that we would be putting our gifts under a house plant if we didn't take action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; It so happened that the Zookeeper was working a 24 hour shift on Christmas eve.  I had called around to several stores and guess what, they were all out of trees too.   There is a landscaper that grows trees not to far from us, so I gave him a call.  He said, "You need a tree today? Well I stopped selling trees a few days ago, but you are welcome to anything out in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the pile&lt;/span&gt;".  Usually this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pile&lt;/span&gt; is clippings and dead trees from his jobs that he burns every few months.  So I thought to myself, maybe we can get some branches and try to shape them into a tree, anything would be better than my sickly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pothos&lt;/span&gt; plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the kids and I loaded into the truck for the 1/4 mile trip. It was of course, snowing by this time. We pulled up to "the pile" and under the snow there were several Christmas trees still wrapped in twine!  I tugged on the first one I could uncover and dragged it away from the pile.  Digging Badger helped me get it into the back of the truck.  We drove the short trip home and backed into the driveway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The fairy tale tree story takes a short break here. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We somehow managed to get the water-logged tree onto the porch.  I was covered in snow and very heavy.  I got the tree stand out and tried putting it on, but the trunk was just as big as the opening of the stand.  The boys helped me hold it and turn it enough that we got it crammed into the stand, but then it started to lean, so I tightened it some more, and then it leaned some more and the boys thought they were going to be killed on Christmas eve by a huge Christmas tree that refused to stand up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We'll just do it the old fashioned way.  I don't need to water it anyway.   So out to the shop I went to  find some scrap wood and a few screws.  I grabbed the power drill too, because after turning the rusty  screws in the tree stand back and forth, my hands were aching.  Half way back to the house I dropped one of the screws, a black screw, onto the white, snow-covered driveway.  I looked for the screw for ever, but it could not be found.  I'm sure one of our tires will find it.  Back to the shop to get another screw.  I'll just grab a few extra this time.  So, I get back to the house, which has it's door wide open, because there is a monster of a tree hanging out of it, while it is literally freezing outside and the heater is blasting, but I don't care because I am sweating after trying to get this tree up.  I screwed the first piece of wood into the bottom of the trunk.  That was easy!  I get the other cross piece started and guess what?  The battery goes dead.  So back out to the shop I go to switch out batteries.  By the way, it is still snowing.  So now the cross piece is on and the boys help me stand the tree up. . . until it hits the ceiling.  All I can think of is Chevy Chase and National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.  I got the loppers and cut the top 16 inches off that tree.  That was easy!  We got it to stand up without tipping over and it is now 1/2 an inch from the ceiling.  Still room for a star! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut the twine expecting there to be a big &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poof&lt;/span&gt; of branches opening up, glad to be unbound.  There was no &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poof&lt;/span&gt;. There was no being unbound.  There was just a stiff, frozen, skinny tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV7eCczKjtI/AAAAAAAABlk/9s0OC8GIe2U/s1600-h/P1050645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV7eCczKjtI/AAAAAAAABlk/9s0OC8GIe2U/s400/P1050645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started to pull the branches down like you would an artificial tree coming out of storage.  I thought this is great, I get the smell of a real tree and the fun of fluffing a fake tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV7eB7FuYSI/AAAAAAAABlc/ZSvyDJiaWdg/s1600-h/P1050646.JPG"&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV7eB7FuYSI/AAAAAAAABlc/ZSvyDJiaWdg/s400/P1050646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Notice the frosty color on the branches.  That is not camera effects people, that is the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV7eB7FuYSI/AAAAAAAABlc/ZSvyDJiaWdg/s1600-h/P1050646.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV7eC1FisxI/AAAAAAAABls/2nnyVwuey-Y/s1600-h/P1050648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV7eC1FisxI/AAAAAAAABls/2nnyVwuey-Y/s400/P1050648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I am fluffing up our tree, I begin to wonder how safe it is to put lights onto a tree that is dripping melting snow into a puddle on the floor.  I put a few towels around it and decided to take a lunch break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our previous fairy tale. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plugged in the lights that were all untangled and all worked.  We trimmed our tree with Christmas music playing in the background.  The kids each put on their ornaments from years past.  And they all went to bed with visions of sugar plums in their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And on Christmas morning when the Zookeeper walked in the door, he saw only the love that went into putting our tree up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV7eDC8iBGI/AAAAAAAABl0/vJB1GbiH3Cg/s1600-h/P1050655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV7eDC8iBGI/AAAAAAAABl0/vJB1GbiH3Cg/s400/P1050655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-51915777286780698?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/mE8_A-knSas/o-christmas-tree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SV7eCczKjtI/AAAAAAAABlk/9s0OC8GIe2U/s72-c/P1050645.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-christmas-tree.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-8904285830802560489</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T11:17:33.151-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Winter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boys</category><title>Our Knights in Shining Armor</title><description>We are in the middle of our Christmas break from school.  We have been studying medieval times.  The boys have not given up their lessons completely though.  They have been taking advantage of the snow and acting out jousting tournaments in our yard.  But instead of horses they are using sleds and instead of lances they are using pool noodles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been doing this a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e195980013f7f812" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-8904285830802560489?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e195980013f7f812&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/kWmrXeQUW-M/our-knights-in-shining-armor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-knights-in-shining-armor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-5342158675711369175</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T12:33:00.983-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fall Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><title>Reformation Day</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My knights in shining armor guarding their fair lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SSRbNCFIQjI/AAAAAAAABf0/Zyg_q03VMwc/s1600-h/P1050425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SSRbNCFIQjI/AAAAAAAABf0/Zyg_q03VMwc/s400/P1050425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Little Lady was a fair maiden, but after she took the tulle off her crown, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;she told everyone she was a queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SSRbMh3nliI/AAAAAAAABfs/VaUDA9VasZE/s1600-h/P1050419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SSRbMh3nliI/AAAAAAAABfs/VaUDA9VasZE/s400/P1050419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Digging Badger and Crazy Fox prepared to defend the castle.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SSRbNurrM6I/AAAAAAAABf8/0TOaGt18Wtk/s1600-h/P1050423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SSRbNurrM6I/AAAAAAAABf8/0TOaGt18Wtk/s400/P1050423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; The boys and the Zookeeper in the final stages of sword construction.  Everyone was a little tired here. They were really having fun, it just wasn't captured on film.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SSRbNiBD6LI/AAAAAAAABgE/HYhrYdY8YdA/s1600-h/P1050416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SSRbNiBD6LI/AAAAAAAABgE/HYhrYdY8YdA/s400/P1050416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-5342158675711369175?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/aFZmWfesS2Q/reformation-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SSRbNCFIQjI/AAAAAAAABf0/Zyg_q03VMwc/s72-c/P1050425.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/reformation-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-7792988530313167</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 22:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T15:49:06.897-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fall Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><title>Apple Picking</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SN1gfGbLObI/AAAAAAAABfM/_ZIhN8zcEiw/s1600-h/P1050088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SN1gfGbLObI/AAAAAAAABfM/_ZIhN8zcEiw/s400/P1050088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids and I went apple picking today and we had so much fun. We went to a small u-pick orchard. The favorite job was holding the huge picking basket. . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SN1gfJgx2AI/AAAAAAAABfU/2xbOZWRv_jU/s1600-h/P1050092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SN1gfJgx2AI/AAAAAAAABfU/2xbOZWRv_jU/s400/P1050092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;. . . until it was full.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The orchard has an ongoing contest for the largest apple picked. We didn't know about it until we took our load of apples to be weighed, but Digging Badger's came in at 12 ounces. Little Lady and Crazy Fox both had an apple that weighed 12.5 ounces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SN1gfg10eyI/AAAAAAAABfk/j2-QEYRnXrE/s1600-h/P1050087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SN1gfg10eyI/AAAAAAAABfk/j2-QEYRnXrE/s400/P1050087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Along with her big apple, Little Lady had one baby apple that she held onto all morning. I bet it is going to be tart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SN1gfft1MuI/AAAAAAAABfc/vwdVFziLrmE/s1600-h/P1050094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SN1gfft1MuI/AAAAAAAABfc/vwdVFziLrmE/s400/P1050094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Crazy Fox was very good at finding any defects on the apples, before he picked them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We picked Golden Delicious, Rome and Crisp Red apples. We sampled them on the way home and they are wonderful. We are planning on making applesauce, an apple cake and some apple crisps for the freezer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone can count the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; of seeds in an apple,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but only God can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;count&lt;/span&gt; the number of apples in a seed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Schuller&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-7792988530313167?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/hEKL8_zetbo/apple-picking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SN1gfGbLObI/AAAAAAAABfM/_ZIhN8zcEiw/s72-c/P1050088.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/apple-picking.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-6966502940605262382</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-25T14:04:58.120-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Country Life</category><title>I Can Can</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;It is beginning to feel like real country living around here. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNv0vw5ef_I/AAAAAAAABfE/ZnA7GUCjSHw/s1600-h/P1050083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNv0vw5ef_I/AAAAAAAABfE/ZnA7GUCjSHw/s400/P1050083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of our sweet neighbors invited the kids and me down to her kitchen to learn how to can. They had a bountiful crop of peaches and extra jars that she generously shared with us. We had a great day learning how to skin the peaches, (the boys favorite part) and the rest of the process. My pantry shelves look so pretty with the jars of peaches all lined up, that I was inspired to do more. We stopped at the local fruit stand last weekend and bought more peaches. I canned some, froze some and made peach pie filling with some. I also had a failed attempt at fruit leather. When we got home from the fruit stand we had two big bags of plums left by our other neighbors. I made two batches of plum jam and have some in the freezer for smoothies.&lt;br /&gt;I also canned some tomatoes and made salsa from our garden tomatoes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We also had our first full dozen fresh eggs.  We had some for lunch today and they taste wonderful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNv0vhX3kII/AAAAAAAABe8/Pi9Dn7CMgVo/s1600-h/P1050081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNv0vhX3kII/AAAAAAAABe8/Pi9Dn7CMgVo/s400/P1050081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is very satisfying to grow, harvest and preserve your own food.  Knowing that our pantry is well stocked with the fresh foods of summer, that will last us all winter long, makes me feel like a woman from another era.  Although I am not giving up my dishwasher or washer and dryer just yet.  And I'm sure those pioneer women didn't blog about their canning experiences.&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-6966502940605262382?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/0ybTc4F63BM/i-can-can.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNv0vw5ef_I/AAAAAAAABfE/ZnA7GUCjSHw/s72-c/P1050083.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-can.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-277790986812148993</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 23:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-22T19:25:12.062-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fall Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><title>First of Fall</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autumn is a second spring when every flower is a leaf.&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNg69Tte6yI/AAAAAAAABeg/qWhQp4X8zZM/s1600-h/P1050044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249010190637787938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNg69Tte6yI/AAAAAAAABeg/qWhQp4X8zZM/s400/P1050044.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;We celebrated the first day of our favorite season with a bike ride along the Boise River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNgpsavPRsI/AAAAAAAABdQ/UMkwaeitISY/s1600-h/P1050033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNgpsavPRsI/AAAAAAAABdQ/UMkwaeitISY/s400/P1050033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have loved this bridge since the first time I saw it. The bridge itself is not all that much to look at, but just the idea of a single lane, truss bridge feels like small town living. Maybe it's because I drive over this bridge to get to one of my dearest friend's home. Or, maybe it's because my dad always slows down to look at old bridges and barns when he drives. Whatever it is, I always enjoy driving over it, riding over it, or sitting under it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249010174632168274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNg68YFci1I/AAAAAAAABeI/7EwprWhNWPk/s400/P1050037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The weather was perfect today. Everything was clean from the weekend's rain storm. The sky was beautifully blue with bright, white clouds floating overhead. This was all framed by trees speckled with golden and red leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNgptTI0JfI/AAAAAAAABdo/rit8NovYp30/s1600-h/P1050067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNgptTI0JfI/AAAAAAAABdo/rit8NovYp30/s400/P1050067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNgptJAx6MI/AAAAAAAABdY/C-Yj3nhTWMg/s1600-h/P1050066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNgptJAx6MI/AAAAAAAABdY/C-Yj3nhTWMg/s400/P1050066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We took a break under the bridge to play on the bank of the river. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little Lady built a sand castle.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249008434416919714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNg5XFRzJKI/AAAAAAAABeA/ExhlyvwkF7o/s400/P1050071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crazy Fox found a big stick and some old fishing line and fished the river a bit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249013933551808162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNg-XLJubqI/AAAAAAAABeo/r-uDi6QofmY/s400/P1050070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Digging Badger just had fun running in the sand and being outside.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249008428392191010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNg5Wu1ZFCI/AAAAAAAABd4/0D0dSamw1Lg/s400/P1050069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's little Lady and me with the new bike trailer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(She &lt;em&gt;loves &lt;/em&gt;riding along with me and talked the entire time we were riding.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249008415608290210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNg5V_NeO6I/AAAAAAAABdw/8kSWf8-qvS4/s400/P1050078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249010186144906802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNg69C-S_jI/AAAAAAAABeY/NDXnHCLCLFo/s400/P1050047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and color their last days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~John Burroughs ~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-277790986812148993?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/3xlOr0-oTY8/first-of-fall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNg69Tte6yI/AAAAAAAABeg/qWhQp4X8zZM/s72-c/P1050044.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-of-fall.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-2525707204885198238</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-22T19:24:18.302-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Zoo Animals</category><title>Eggs-cellent</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQqGRlbVRI/AAAAAAAABbo/K3aLfFPgj7Y/s1600-h/P1040983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQqGRlbVRI/AAAAAAAABbo/K3aLfFPgj7Y/s400/P1040983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We got our first eggs today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Crazy Fox went out to feed the chickens and found an egg. He was so excited he came running in to show me. We went back out and found two more. We only have three chickens left and they all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; their first egg on the same day. We haven't eaten any yet, but are looking forward to the taste of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt; eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-2525707204885198238?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/DB_Q_gcAZOQ/egg-cellent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQqGRlbVRI/AAAAAAAABbo/K3aLfFPgj7Y/s72-c/P1040983.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/egg-cellent.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-7830514210681303154</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T16:24:45.407-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Summer Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><title>This Might Sound a Little Corny. . .</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQtM507klI/AAAAAAAABcQ/z1nP1pJ0HGs/s1600-h/P1040949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247869165497979474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQtM507klI/AAAAAAAABcQ/z1nP1pJ0HGs/s400/P1040949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corn Pickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;We got an email from one of the local food banks saying a seed field had been donated to the food bank. They just needed people to come pick the corn. So we were able to go pick as much corn as we could haul away, keep what we could use and deliver the rest to the food bank. So we went to the field and met lots of other helpers there. The kids had a great time picking the corn and carrying it back to me in their huge bags. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247877194224719058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQ0gPKjVNI/AAAAAAAABcY/gNiVLVrsJjM/s400/P1040944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Fox poses for me like a pro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:54227/e46096aa33c7cb992187d44191f3c1e0/image3700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:54227/e46096aa33c7cb992187d44191f3c1e0/image3700.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Digging Badger only picked the huge ears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:54227/e46096aa33c7cb992187d44191f3c1e0/image3701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:54227/e46096aa33c7cb992187d44191f3c1e0/image3701.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Lady was a little concerned she would be lost forever if she lost sight of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;We had taken a few loads to the car and were just packing up the last of the boxes when a man came up to us and told us nicely that we were in the wrong field. He said the food bank had made a mistake. He told us to take what we had already picked and go. Then he left to go tell the other twenty families that were picking his profits to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-7830514210681303154?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/xKvV-rBMgmE/this-might-sound-little-corny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQtM507klI/AAAAAAAABcQ/z1nP1pJ0HGs/s72-c/P1040949.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-might-sound-little-corny.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-814189701541314512</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 23:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T16:42:12.328-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boys</category><title>My Mini Mr. Fix-Its</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been looking for a used tag-a-long trailer for Little Lady.  We finally found one, but it had a flat tire.  The Zookeeper taught Crazy Fox how to patch bike tubes about a month ago and he has had lots of practice already.  He took it out to the shop to repair the tube.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247879338348515650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQ2dCpgEUI/AAAAAAAABdA/G-jPriOE6CA/s400/P1040934.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Digging Badger decided to take the hand brakes off his scooter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (They have been sticking and slowing him down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQ2E8z15MI/AAAAAAAABco/3rNQqwDSTKY/s1600-h/P1040937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQ2E8z15MI/AAAAAAAABco/3rNQqwDSTKY/s400/P1040937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tube is all fixed and ready to go back on.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQ2FBIU0NI/AAAAAAAABcw/8kO0izagdnY/s1600-h/P1040939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQ2FBIU0NI/AAAAAAAABcw/8kO0izagdnY/s400/P1040939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what we call&lt;em&gt; discovery learning&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See anything wrong in this picture?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He won't make that mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQ2FUBmc5I/AAAAAAAABc4/0fK2xBibcZ0/s1600-h/P1040941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQ2FUBmc5I/AAAAAAAABc4/0fK2xBibcZ0/s400/P1040941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Now that the chain is on, Crazy Fox tightens everything up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247879344610277058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQ2dZ-a9sI/AAAAAAAABdI/8TiAqNjahuI/s400/P1040943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One last turn of the wrench and those brakes won't be slowing him down anymore.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't worry, he still has the foot brakes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-814189701541314512?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/kuHfVowK6Eo/my-mini-mr-fix-its.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SNQ2dCpgEUI/AAAAAAAABdA/G-jPriOE6CA/s72-c/P1040934.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mini-mr-fix-its.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-7870541336399677346</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-01T21:37:34.018-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Summer Fun</category><title>August in Review</title><description>The last few weeks of summer flew by without even an update on "&lt;em&gt;the blog".&lt;/em&gt; We were too busy spending our days playing and enjoying each other&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; We had a lot of fun things to fit in before we started school last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We did a lot of this. . .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241264617864857650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLy2ZomoiDI/AAAAAAAABEM/qx6KP8gW7MQ/s400/P1040662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this&lt;/em&gt; . . . &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241261706356037202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyzwKY1llI/AAAAAAAABC0/KFuZZALxX8I/s400/P1040793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241261700230493378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyzvzkZNMI/AAAAAAAABCs/M7OydlDNEys/s400/P1040794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had some sleepovers . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241262786833700034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLy0vDeyVMI/AAAAAAAABDk/0HJenDgLidI/s400/P1040840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With some puppies . . .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241262779582070898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLy0uod3QHI/AAAAAAAABDc/sRMe_-K-WBY/s400/P1040842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went fishing in Cascade and Little Lady caught her first fish!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241261711778833458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyzwelu5DI/AAAAAAAABC8/Dxv45ewHZQg/s400/P1040808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then she caught another one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241266359034899218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLy3--966xI/AAAAAAAABEc/Pqd4G_xSUAw/s400/P1040832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boys decided they better check their bait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241261712213167922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyzwgNSTzI/AAAAAAAABDE/2O6IEMLMdVA/s400/P1040809.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We found out that our car was in fact totalled, so we have been looking around for something else.  Everything has worked out so far, now we are just looking for something that is a good fit for our family that is also in our budget.  So for now, the kids and I are in the commuter kia and the Zookeeper is back to his diesel guzzling work truck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241265617115361234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLy3TzGhL9I/AAAAAAAABEU/gIlSp4QIbF4/s400/P1040770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Zookeeper took the boys to work with him one day and they enjoyed a great day of fishing and playing in the creek at our neighbor's property.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241262774428321314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLy0uVRHRiI/AAAAAAAABDU/ygKWV4-wYVw/s400/P1040877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241262792566912514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLy0vY1sNgI/AAAAAAAABDs/akx42Ro1wvY/s400/P1040870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Lady enjoyed a gymnastics class over the summer, but has suddenly decided she doesn't want to go anymore.  One less thing to do each week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyrmUWwT7I/AAAAAAAABCM/MDaRMKF1bm8/s1600-h/P1040856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyrmUWwT7I/AAAAAAAABCM/MDaRMKF1bm8/s400/P1040856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around here the cool evening breeze does not make us think of fall, but football season. The boys started back to football practice a few weeks ago and had their first scrimmage at Boise State. They won, and they are so excited for their next game on Saturday. I made sure the camera battery was charged, but forgot the minor detail of the memory card, so no pictures of that, but here's some of practice.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Digging Badger trying to get past Crazy Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyrmaITRrI/AAAAAAAABCU/y8gLxPOqVhY/s1600-h/P1040861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyrmaITRrI/AAAAAAAABCU/y8gLxPOqVhY/s400/P1040861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Fox doing drills with his team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyrmt2G92I/AAAAAAAABCc/3CVio_8Cf2c/s1600-h/P1040863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyrmt2G92I/AAAAAAAABCc/3CVio_8Cf2c/s400/P1040863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boys took bowling lessons and did really well. Little Lady joined in a few practice games and has gotten to the point where she is holding the ball with one hand and I would guess has about as good of form as I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyrl4IQAgI/AAAAAAAABCE/dTbHsydm6cI/s1600-h/P1040849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyrl4IQAgI/AAAAAAAABCE/dTbHsydm6cI/s400/P1040849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our new family mascots from the pond next door. Toad-poles or Tadpoles?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241261719112852402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyzw56TI7I/AAAAAAAABDM/Q6BAg4VryFE/s400/P1040893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And a new litter of kittens.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241262797317815842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLy0vqiZPiI/AAAAAAAABD0/3_riOLtKM38/s400/P1040890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We started school last week and  found out about a campaign to send President Bush "A Thousand Thanks" for all the things he has done during his term as our president.  The kids painted these and couldn't believe that they could actually mail them to him.  I guess he is sort of a cardboard figure to them right now.  It ties in perfectly to our first unit, electing America's leaders.  I am hoping to re-learn right along with them.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241264607522356146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLy2ZCEye7I/AAAAAAAABD8/FaoH88OXPdc/s400/P1040900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The kids spent most of their summer hours making memories with each other.  I don't think there is a better gift we could have given them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tans will fade, but the memories will last forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~unknown~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-7870541336399677346?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/72u_wixYaDA/august-in-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLy2ZomoiDI/AAAAAAAABEM/qx6KP8gW7MQ/s72-c/P1040662.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/august-in-review.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-5963439544555633868</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T14:51:48.638-08:00</atom:updated><title>Our New Ride</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We got our rental car yesterday. &lt;div align="center"&gt;I was expecting a white Taurus or something similarly bland, but they gave us this .&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231044125008644546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJhm6puIycI/AAAAAAAABBc/5sF37tUJ7PM/s400/mazda.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Mazda 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is sure fun to drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-5963439544555633868?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/mA8WTWLh8fU/our-new-ride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJhm6puIycI/AAAAAAAABBc/5sF37tUJ7PM/s72-c/mazda.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-new-ride.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-2760879031191473540</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T14:51:48.972-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Frugal Living</category><title>Attention Walgreens Shoppers . . .</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We were down to our last bottles of shampoo here at the zoo, so I headed out to Walgreen's with my &lt;a href="http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-week-was-bumper-cars-this-week.html"&gt;crinkled, but dry coupons &lt;/a&gt;in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJX10Jba1iI/AAAAAAAABAk/KERftKJjk-Q/s1600-h/P1040788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJX10Jba1iI/AAAAAAAABAk/KERftKJjk-Q/s400/P1040788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Last week was another great deal week at Walgreen's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here's what I got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;6 bottles of body wash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;6 bottles of shampoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;7 bottles of conditioner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;3 bars of soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1 bottle of mineral foundation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;2 boxes of trashbags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;4 lightbulbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;4 bags of chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Total before coupons: $110.27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Total after coupons $34.34&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I paid with my Walgreen's gift card from previous rebates so my out of pocket was $0.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I got back $6 in register Rewards and will be getting back $39.10 in rebates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This week looks like it will be free cereal week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Check over at &lt;a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/money_saving_mom/2008/08/walgreens-deals.html"&gt;moneysavingmom.com&lt;/a&gt; to see all the great deals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-2760879031191473540?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/0FBB_1hOdEU/attention-walgreens-shoppers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJX10Jba1iI/AAAAAAAABAk/KERftKJjk-Q/s72-c/P1040788.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/attention-walgreens-shoppers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-2005107237665945307</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T14:51:49.373-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">In the Kitchen</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family Recipes</category><title>Grandma's Chocolate Cake</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I always used to make cake from a cake mix.  One day when I was feeling quite domestic, I remembered making a cake from scratch with my mom using my Grandma's recipe.  This was quite a while ago, but I remembered it being so moist and delicious.  So, I made this chocolate cake last month for my chocolate lover friend Farmgirl's birthday.  It got rave reviews, so when it was time for me to make dessert again, I thought I would keep a good thing going. Only one problem, my recipe had vanished.  Gone. Disappeared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So I looked in my Betty Crocker cookbook that I always turn to for regular recipes that most of us just open a box to make these days.  There was a recipe for chocolate cake, but I knew it wasn't the same.  So I went straight to the source.  I  called my Grandma.  She told me she used to make it once a week back when she was making seven lunches every morning.   I can't even  imagine packing seven lunches every morning.  She said she stopped making it because it always boiled over.  I have never had that problem, but I always have made it in two round cake pans instead of a 9X13 dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJX1YbJLE4I/AAAAAAAABAU/ReHjJOgNG8k/s1600-h/P1040769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJX1YbJLE4I/AAAAAAAABAU/ReHjJOgNG8k/s400/P1040769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So, the recipe has been saved and the finished product was delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJX1YqNfJTI/AAAAAAAABAc/TkrWEZssZBY/s1600-h/P1040781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJX1YqNfJTI/AAAAAAAABAc/TkrWEZssZBY/s400/P1040781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma Aldridge's Quick Chocolate Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a saucepan melt&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;3 squares of unsweetened chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1/2 cup butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Add 1 cup boiling water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prepare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1 cup sour milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(milk with a touch of vinegar to make 1 cup, let it sit at least 5 minutes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a mixing bowl  stir together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;2 cups flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1 1/2 tsp. baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1 pinch of salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To flour mixture add the melted chocolate mixture and milk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beat in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; 2 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1 tsp. Vanilla (or more to taste)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Bake at 350 degrees for 25-30 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Thanks for the recipe Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-2005107237665945307?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/TgyAKWT1qsc/grandmas-chocolate-cake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJX1YbJLE4I/AAAAAAAABAU/ReHjJOgNG8k/s72-c/P1040769.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/grandmas-chocolate-cake.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-945517718103620671</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T14:51:49.687-08:00</atom:updated><title>What a Wreck</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is usually what I say when I walk into the room the kids are currently playing in. But this time I am referring to our car. The kids and I were out on a quick errand. We were driving beside a semi-truck on a rural highway not far from home. We were starting to slow down as we came up to a quaint little town. The truck turned right and out from that street came a green Grand Prix turning left, trying to get out of the truck's way. The only problem was that we were still going straight. It felt like we were in slow motion and I tried to get out of her way, but it could not be done. We slid to a stop on the other side of the highway and caught our breath. All of us were wearing our seat belts and were just a little shaken up. The other driver was fine too. I can't say as much for the two vehicles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230411300505941666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJYnXavYdqI/AAAAAAAABBE/4JezzVap6GA/s400/P1040770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:52525/73e12f3e9eb63778a0a1f56cebf6c498/image3462.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We were getting close to needing new tires anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But the bumper was just fine. I guess we'll need a new one of those now too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And maybe a few other parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241259469521508658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SLyxt9h7WTI/AAAAAAAABCk/8m4wlOSE-iM/s400/P1040773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:52525/73e12f3e9eb63778a0a1f56cebf6c498/image3466.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I got out and hugged each of my precious children and we said a thankful prayer to God for protecting us. We have so many things to be thankful for. No one was injured. There were no vehicles in the oncoming lanes. No one was sitting in the passanger seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Now at this point I was thinking, "What now? I have three kids and two dogs with me, but my cell phone is sitting on my night stand." The police had been called and a nice man who had stopped to make sure everyone was okay let me use his phone call the Zookeeper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;While we waited for the tow truck I gathered the few thing that we had in the car. I found the contents of my coupon box that had been on the front seat opened and scattered onto the floor. That must have happened a split second before my cup of lemonade splashed all over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The tow truck came and took our car away and then we got to ride in the police cruiser up to town, so we didn't have to wait on the side of the road. The kids rode in the back seat with the two dogs. I looked back through the bullet proof glass and told them "I never want to see you in the back of a police car again!" They thought that was funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Farmgirl arrived just moments later and brought us safely home. (Thank you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-945517718103620671?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/KVKTzQ6-hwU/last-week-was-bumper-cars-this-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJYnXavYdqI/AAAAAAAABBE/4JezzVap6GA/s72-c/P1040770.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-week-was-bumper-cars-this-week.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-6402812809873012694</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 02:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T14:51:50.333-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Summer Fun</category><title>Picking we will go . . .</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The only thing better than raspberries are fresh-picked home-grown raspberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvbJVWCX9I/AAAAAAAAA_w/GYLILJDXcVw/s1600-h/P1040722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvbJVWCX9I/AAAAAAAAA_w/GYLILJDXcVw/s400/P1040722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Our neighbors have a wonderful raspberry patch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They invited us to come pick while they are out of town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvbIWu4-GI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/BSyZT48UAlM/s1600-h/P1040718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvbIWu4-GI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/BSyZT48UAlM/s400/P1040718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were happily picking when we realized that we were getting bitten by mosquitoes.  We went home and lathered on the bug spray.  After we we safe from the bugs, we went back and finished picking.  At least one of us was whistling while we worked.  Little Lady was filling up her bucket mostly from Grandma's bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvbIpAJbVI/AAAAAAAAA_g/yczC4Yu4ass/s1600-h/P1040720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvbIpAJbVI/AAAAAAAAA_g/yczC4Yu4ass/s400/P1040720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma had to work fast to stay ahead of Little Lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvbI3MeR2I/AAAAAAAAA_o/uS-Vr5DjtCo/s1600-h/P1040721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvbI3MeR2I/AAAAAAAAA_o/uS-Vr5DjtCo/s400/P1040721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We have been enjoying fresh raspberries with our granola for breakfast and I have been able to freeze quite a few for later in the season.  Thanks neighbors for sharing your bounty with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;It' not so much picking the berries as it is a kind of treasure hunt for the kids&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Mike Skinner&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-6402812809873012694?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/pKicqjaCulA/picking-we-will-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvbJVWCX9I/AAAAAAAAA_w/GYLILJDXcVw/s72-c/P1040722.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/picking-we-will-go.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-7255738225472799003</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T14:51:50.976-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grandma and Grandpa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Summer Fun</category><title>Start Your Engines</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We had planned to spend the last day of  Grandpa and Grandma's visit doing something fun together.  It was raining, so we were going to go to the indoor miniature golf course, but it was flooded.  The boys just love our local arcade/fun house.  We actually have only been there twice, both times when Grandma and Grandpa were here.  The&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;boys had a turn at the bumper cars and then played some games.  Then they talked Grandpa into going on the bumper cars with them.  It didn't take too much convincing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvaELHtgTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_Y0LBgnXsVA/s1600-h/P1040715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvaELHtgTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_Y0LBgnXsVA/s400/P1040715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Digging Badger ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvaEKsWpFI/AAAAAAAAA_A/uTOcmxq1Pyo/s1600-h/P1040716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvaEKsWpFI/AAAAAAAAA_A/uTOcmxq1Pyo/s400/P1040716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crazy Fox ready for action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvaEUcFzaI/AAAAAAAAA_I/VT7XflUH8xI/s1600-h/P1040717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvaEUcFzaI/AAAAAAAAA_I/VT7XflUH8xI/s400/P1040717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandpa was trying to beat Crazy Fox in the Top Skater game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvaEqf6r4I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Lfz_3Z6ImmA/s1600-h/P1040712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvaEqf6r4I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Lfz_3Z6ImmA/s400/P1040712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We all had a great time playing together and enjoying each other's fellowship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And we found out that some of us are better at &lt;em&gt;Deal or No Deal&lt;/em&gt; than others. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a happy talent to know how to play.&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-7255738225472799003?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/xPbG9FXuzHk/start-your-engines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvaELHtgTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_Y0LBgnXsVA/s72-c/P1040715.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/start-your-engines.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-2592154127973581527</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T14:51:51.612-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little Lady</category><title>Curly-Q</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa were here for a visit last week and we had so much fun with them.  This was just one of our many adventures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We got Little Lady's hair wet and rag-rolled it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Little Lady sat surprisingly still while Grandma told us stories about how her sister and her used to take turns rolling each other's hair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She had so much fun with all her "bows" in her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvWDwkJWiI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/k14QNxrYtkw/s1600-h/P1040694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvWDwkJWiI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/k14QNxrYtkw/s400/P1040694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She slept soundly on her curlers.  When we took them out the boys said "You look like a poodle!"  This was fine with Little Lady, because she loves dogs and Cleo the poodle on Clifford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvWEP7XztI/AAAAAAAAA-g/lKVOgt38eoQ/s1600-h/P1040695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvWEP7XztI/AAAAAAAAA-g/lKVOgt38eoQ/s400/P1040695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We combed her ringlets out a little bit and pulled the front back into pony tails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvWEHd6OEI/AAAAAAAAA-o/owTJrb608Vw/s1600-h/P1040696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvWEHd6OEI/AAAAAAAAA-o/owTJrb608Vw/s400/P1040696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here she is all ready for church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvWERa-5wI/AAAAAAAAA-w/uJn7dmfPwKM/s1600-h/P1040698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvWERa-5wI/AAAAAAAAA-w/uJn7dmfPwKM/s400/P1040698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Little Lady was very proud to look like her cousin Taylor.  The curls turned into waves and then back into her beautiful straight hair after we washed it.   It was fun to have a curly-Q for a day or two.  Thanks for showing us how to do it Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-2592154127973581527?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/okcFVsuXptY/curly-q.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIvWDwkJWiI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/k14QNxrYtkw/s72-c/P1040694.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/curly-q.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-1489376171452054299</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T14:51:52.122-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Summer Fun</category><title>Please be quiet. We need to hear a pin drop.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Bowling has always seemed like summer to me. My mom used to bowl in a league, so when summer hit, my brother and I would always get to tag along and play a few games. We signed the kids up for &lt;a href="http://www.kidsbowlfree.com/"&gt;this great bowling program&lt;/a&gt; called Kids Bowl free. They had such a great time and the competition was fierce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:50459/3dcd6bedda6b52e7ec294bf8c40dd2f6/image3350.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Digging Badger waiting for his turn. He bowled 2 strikes. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227084447053826242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIpVnD2cyMI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Vc4rfHuPKtU/s400/P1040678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Crazy Fox was trying to figure out the technical side of the game (no time for posing).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227084462498040130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIpVn9YoyUI/AAAAAAAAA-A/5xy-0_gDUhA/s400/P1040674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:50459/3dcd6bedda6b52e7ec294bf8c40dd2f6/image3348.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little Lady did great with a little help. She was a great encourager to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; boys.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227084453282761922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIpVnbDizMI/AAAAAAAAA9w/o73yWI4JkEk/s400/P1040676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the end Digging Badger won the first game and Crazy Fox won the second. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227084456704070306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIpVnnzP0qI/AAAAAAAAA94/bewwsEKqQCg/s400/P1040684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-1489376171452054299?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/nT2u2hOKrSA/please-be-quiet-we-need-to-hear-pin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIpVnD2cyMI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Vc4rfHuPKtU/s72-c/P1040678.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-be-quiet-we-need-to-hear-pin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-1702832308226948330</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 04:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T14:51:52.391-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little Lady</category><title>Four . . . and 1/2</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We are always looking for an excuse to celebrate around here. So, last week we celebrated Little Lady's 1/2 birthday with half of a cake and a few friends. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227086345963416626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIpXVl1xrDI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6ogpS6dnG_I/s400/P1040666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:50459/b5d201569c231214785b378a049d2a06/image3342.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Little Lady loves parties and cake and of course being the center of attention. She told me today that it sure is hard to be 4 1/2.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227086339970331954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIpXVPg6dTI/AAAAAAAAA-I/6_U-sl1rBK4/s400/P1040670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing a song of Birthdays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full of fun and cheer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And may you keep on having them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For many a happy year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-1702832308226948330?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/mIE_dT8SdsQ/four-and-12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SIpXVl1xrDI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6ogpS6dnG_I/s72-c/P1040666.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-and-12.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-6124159769863312846</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T14:51:53.462-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><title>Solar S'mores</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8dt3nbIyI/AAAAAAAAA7o/gj_G6o7Q48Y/s1600-h/P1040554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8dt3nbIyI/AAAAAAAAA7o/gj_G6o7Q48Y/s400/P1040554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;The plan was to make &lt;a href="http://jas.familyfun.go.com/sendpage?page=sendpage&amp;amp;dest=print"&gt;Solar S'mores&lt;/a&gt; for dessert on the first day of summer but, that just didn't happen. So, we made them for dessert today instead. We had saved a pizza box just for this project and the kids were excited to make it. We got out the aluminum foil, black construction paper, and clear plastic and got busy. The chocolate had done some previous solar cooking in the car yesterday, so it isn't too pretty, but it melted again just fine. We got everything all set and then went out to find just the right spot to place our oven, trying to get maximum solar power. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It sure is bright out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8dt0fJasI/AAAAAAAAA7w/qvVdSoQMasI/s1600-h/P1040555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8dt0fJasI/AAAAAAAAA7w/qvVdSoQMasI/s400/P1040555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;About 10 minutes later the chocolate was melted. After we finished planting a few restarts in the garden we went back to check the progress. The kids decided it was time. The marshmallows were still a little firm, but they were warm. The graham crackers were nice and toasty too. The chocolate was a great consistency for say, dipping strawberries. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8duMtERSI/AAAAAAAAA74/mSAF8UvfHVw/s1600-h/P1040568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8duMtERSI/AAAAAAAAA74/mSAF8UvfHVw/s400/P1040568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We ended up with a chocolate dipped sidewalk and three chocolate dipped kids, but a little mess is always worth a great memory with our kids! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little Lady was all smiles holding her solar s'more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8duNK6jFI/AAAAAAAAA8A/nVYxxiu4rLM/s1600-h/P1040569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8duNK6jFI/AAAAAAAAA8A/nVYxxiu4rLM/s400/P1040569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crazy Fox isn't afraid of sugar.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230638659108529186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJb2JbiW5CI/AAAAAAAABBU/8RQ7ANjmktw/s400/P1040574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Digging Badger with his dripping S'more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8eISWhn0I/AAAAAAAAA8I/5XDkaEOW9kE/s1600-h/P1040571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230638650503799890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SJb2I7e1JFI/AAAAAAAABBM/UXrVWbtdABE/s400/P1040571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8eIgPu_PI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/NwaU8jEaSJY/s1600-h/P1040574.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8eISWhn0I/AAAAAAAAA8I/5XDkaEOW9kE/s1600-h/P1040571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-6124159769863312846?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/5F4TNnZgXvc/solar-smores.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF8dt3nbIyI/AAAAAAAAA7o/gj_G6o7Q48Y/s72-c/P1040554.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/solar-smores.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387278555012228737.post-6026923660239752363</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T14:51:53.585-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><title>Happy Summer</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nothing says summer better than a lemonade stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF3DqZRJT0I/AAAAAAAAA7g/DaNKPOW8T78/s1600-h/P1040550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF3DqZRJT0I/AAAAAAAAA7g/DaNKPOW8T78/s400/P1040550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We signed up to be part of the Crayons &lt;a href="http://http//www.drinkcrayons.com/pinklemonadebrigade/"&gt;Lemonade Brigade&lt;/a&gt;.  They sent us the blank cardboard stand and about 100 cans of lemonade to sell, to raise money for a charity of our choice.  We chose &lt;a href="http://loveinc.org/"&gt;Love Inc&lt;/a&gt;., which bands churches together to provide food, clothes and other services for people in need. We had a great time decorating our stand together.  Unfortunately, our sales were not very good.  Actually, we sat in the very hot sun for about and hour and a half at a local golf course and only sold two, TWO, cans of lemonade.  It was a bit disappointing, but it was our best option for today.  I was really surprised that so many businesses turned down charitable work by children.  I called at least 10 places and everyone had a reason why we could not sell on their premises.  I don't remember needing a permit to sell lemonade when I was a kid. Do you?    All in all, the kids and I had a fun day together, even though we still have a big stack of lemonade to sell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387278555012228737-6026923660239752363?l=thompsonzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheThompsonZoo/~3/FkePikM_tRA/happy-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Thompson Family)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijtj8Oy_LAw/SF3DqZRJT0I/AAAAAAAAA7g/DaNKPOW8T78/s72-c/P1040550.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thompsonzoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-summer.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

