<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:07:44.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garner Zoo Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-3763663503561247517</id><published>2010-03-08T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:52:20.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things is to read with Garrett before bedtime.  It started out with him doing most of the reading (he was suppose to read for 30-45 minutes each night for school) and then gradually progressed to me reading.  I realized that bedtime really wasn't the best time to ask him to read.  He is usually so tired at the end of the day and really just enjoys relaxing and LISTENING to a story.  Besides Andy and I feel that it is a bit much to ask a child to read every day for a set amount of time.  It was really taking all of the fun out of it.  We were starting to see a child that used to LOVE to read, start to really HATE it.  Now that we have backed off on making him read I am finding that he is actually reading way more on his own.  He usually always has his library book in the car and uses his time in the car to just read.  I have even caught him on several occasions reading to Luke, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Shh&lt;/span&gt; don't tell him.  For whatever reason it always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; him when I praise him for doing it.  So I will continue to pretend that I don't hear him ask Luke what book he wants to read and pretend I don't see the way Garrett stops after reading each page to show Luke the pictures......so sweet!  And before you start thinking that is the only time Luke gets read to, Andy usually spends time reading with Luke in the evenings.  Sometimes we switch off, but Garrett and I have been reading chapter books now and I don't want to miss any parts!  In fact the most recent book that Garrett grabbed off of his shelf was this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/TAPZlwNc0tI/AAAAAAAAANc/J4EW0lnGo14/s1600/DSC01634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/TAPZlwNc0tI/AAAAAAAAANc/J4EW0lnGo14/s320/DSC01634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477460814432359122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I opened it I found this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/TAPZaNNHwuI/AAAAAAAAANU/ywhdn9E5StE/s1600/DSC01635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/TAPZaNNHwuI/AAAAAAAAANU/ywhdn9E5StE/s320/DSC01635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477460616057176802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It brought tears to my eyes.  You see this was from Andy's grandmother.  The very one whose name is Hope.  The reason that we have hoped (no pun intended) that we would have a little girl one day to name after her and that little girl is on her way!! Mama was an INCREDIBLE woman for so many reasons.  And to this day I can't look at our chickens and not think of her.  She too shared a love for them among so many other things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So upon finding the inscription, I had to stop to go show Andy.  He had forgotten all about this little book given to him so long ago and was touched to see it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Garrett and I just finished reading the story last night and both loved it.  I had never read this book growing up and enjoyed it as much as Garrett did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-3763663503561247517?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3763663503561247517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=3763663503561247517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/3763663503561247517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/3763663503561247517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/black.html' title='The Black'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/TAPZlwNc0tI/AAAAAAAAANc/J4EW0lnGo14/s72-c/DSC01634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-5241431565693869216</id><published>2010-03-03T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:07:55.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolves and Bears Oh My</title><content type='html'>Monday night was the Boy Scouts Blue and Gold Banquet.  This is an award ceremony to celebrate the boys hard work throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PqdKgfqFI/AAAAAAAAANM/vMiKPRA50qk/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PqdKgfqFI/AAAAAAAAANM/vMiKPRA50qk/s320/DSC01926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445954161178814546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PkRGKWtJI/AAAAAAAAANE/HYKc9ivsJ2M/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PkRGKWtJI/AAAAAAAAANE/HYKc9ivsJ2M/s320/DSC01928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445947356784014482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here the Wolves are gettin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;g their patches and pins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to the ceremony all of the boys were asked to make and decorate a cake primarily by themselves.  Then the three best cakes were selected to be auctioned off to raise money for the troop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year Garrett wanted to decorate his cake ALL by himself.  I was so proud of him for wanting to take the initiative, but oh man I had a really hard time stepping back (I know I am a bit of a control freak).  Finally I really couldn't take it, so I just walked away for awhile and let him be.  When I came back I was totally AMAZED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Garrett's creation....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PhToTfkOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/PFm4LW5YPOs/s1600-h/DSC01923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PhToTfkOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/PFm4LW5YPOs/s320/DSC01923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445944101774004450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And his cake was one of the three to be selected for the auction......yippee!  I nearly jumped out of my chair.  Ok so I did jump out of my chair, but I played it off so well.  I just had to go and take pictures of the cute guy doing the auctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PeNjUb8OI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5kkMDWAZLAQ/s1600-h/DSC01931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PeNjUb8OI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5kkMDWAZLAQ/s320/DSC01931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445940698821685474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PdWiNl8xI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-JRirj0fbOg/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PdWiNl8xI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-JRirj0fbOg/s320/DSC01932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445939753631740690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PcfSKc3yI/AAAAAAAAAMM/nqGol8z7YrQ/s1600-h/DSC01939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PcfSKc3yI/AAAAAAAAAMM/nqGol8z7YrQ/s320/DSC01939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445938804430790434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we couldn't let anyone else go home with Garrett's cake, so we bought it back ourselves.  Best 20 buckaroos we've spent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one of Garrett's good friends, Drew, had his cake chosen for the auction as well.....yeah!  I was so happy for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PbcGt023I/AAAAAAAAAME/Q5en2txdpNI/s1600-h/DSC01940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PbcGt023I/AAAAAAAAAME/Q5en2txdpNI/s320/DSC01940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445937650306702194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drew and Garrett with their cakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-5241431565693869216?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5241431565693869216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=5241431565693869216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/5241431565693869216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/5241431565693869216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/wolves-and-bears-oh-my.html' title='Wolves and Bears Oh My'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S5PqdKgfqFI/AAAAAAAAANM/vMiKPRA50qk/s72-c/DSC01926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-377611729831688930</id><published>2010-02-24T12:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:38:16.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this is our 2nd year in a row to receive snow like this. Man, when I was growing up we were lucky to get this kind of snow every 10 years or so. The boys had so much fun playing in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WN6XqiEhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/T5XLkow0lME/s1600-h/Winter+Wonderland+069-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441911758671450642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WN6XqiEhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/T5XLkow0lME/s320/Winter+Wonderland+069-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course they threw snow balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441906084775068322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WIwGwOAqI/AAAAAAAAALA/CUkDWOai7qU/s320/Winter+Wonderland+018-1.jpg" /&gt;Garrett made a snow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441906409564485202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WJDAsDNlI/AAAAAAAAALI/HVLeElJkCj4/s320/Winter+Wonderland+042-1.jpg" /&gt;Luke ran around playing with Molly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441907667422199362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WKMOksvkI/AAAAAAAAALY/8lHqmNAKoQ0/s320/Molly+catching+snow+flakes-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Molly discovered she liked EATING the snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WMAtOM-nI/AAAAAAAAALw/w-GtstiaGvs/s1600-h/Winter+Wonderland+010-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441909668514167410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WMAtOM-nI/AAAAAAAAALw/w-GtstiaGvs/s320/Winter+Wonderland+010-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WL0od4GRI/AAAAAAAAALo/z_ZgRXVPVp8/s1600-h/Winter+Wonderland+006-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441909461079300370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WL0od4GRI/AAAAAAAAALo/z_ZgRXVPVp8/s320/Winter+Wonderland+006-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even the chickens had a good time playing in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WKu0qtWdI/AAAAAAAAALg/tN24IDmUKZ8/s1600-h/Winter+Wonderland+012-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441908261763504594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WKu0qtWdI/AAAAAAAAALg/tN24IDmUKZ8/s320/Winter+Wonderland+012-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And if your out taking pictures, you can't leave this guy out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WHz_UsVkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gSq50P19PQQ/s1600-h/Winter+Wonderland+086-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441905051988416066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WHz_UsVkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gSq50P19PQQ/s320/Winter+Wonderland+086-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Luke told Daddy his hands needed warming up. Shortly after that Luke came in to take a HOT bath. Bless his heart he was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441904230744882226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WHEL8-fDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/awKS_2w-hWA/s320/Winter+Wonderland+089.jpg" /&gt;Later I went looking for these two and found them making an IGLOO. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WHT2z0liI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Bd0Wipba1Vc/s1600-h/Winter+Wonderland+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441904499947247138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WHT2z0liI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Bd0Wipba1Vc/s320/Winter+Wonderland+087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that cute boy in his igloo cave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WGyxcDMYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AMyYQhBs95U/s1600-h/Winter+Wonderland+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441903931569680770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WGyxcDMYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AMyYQhBs95U/s320/Winter+Wonderland+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this point I thought I might need to run away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That look in Andy's eyes usually means I am about to get tickled.....lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wasn't looking forward to the snow, but now I am glad it came! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35438602-377611729831688930?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/377611729831688930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=377611729831688930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/377611729831688930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/377611729831688930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4WN6XqiEhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/T5XLkow0lME/s72-c/Winter+Wonderland+069-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-1923976666785915313</id><published>2010-02-23T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:08:55.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Wheelin Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ben and the boys came down on Saturday and let me tell you we had some FUN!! Ben surprised us by bringing his 4 wheeler along. Of course it had to immediately be put to good use. First, Ben took Luke and Will for a ride and to everyone's surprise they came back soaking wet, covered in mud. Garrett and Chad couldn't let Luke and Will have all of the fun so they went next. By the time lunch was ready we had some very dirty boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441475964384565794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QBjzb32iI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VrwDEoS7AKs/s320/4+wheeler+fun+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QBc9j9GoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8BLbHPEnsb8/s1600-h/4+wheeler+fun+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441475846843734658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QBc9j9GoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8BLbHPEnsb8/s320/4+wheeler+fun+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after lunch, the boys went out to be gophers, I started working on Miss Ruthie Hope's crib (more on that later), and Andy and Ben went out to play in the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QBXt-kwlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cE-4G003uoI/s1600-h/Ben+on+oil+well.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441475756761072210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QBXt-kwlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cE-4G003uoI/s320/Ben+on+oil+well.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see Ben is RIDING the oil rig (photo editing done by Ben Garner). Not really. It never turned on while they were on it, but they did have some fun climbing it. Unfortunately I don't have any pics of Andy up there, but you can bet he was in on the fun too. In fact I don't have a single pic of Andy from Saturday, he's usually the one behind the camera. I really do need to get better at taking some of the pics too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QBQnZBpwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/v-HimOR6BM0/s1600-h/Ben+in+the+mud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441475634733885186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QBQnZBpwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/v-HimOR6BM0/s320/Ben+in+the+mud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Ben riding through the mud (photo editing done by Ben Garner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when I could take it no longer, I wondered out to the pasture to see if I could have a ride. After convincing Andy we would take good care of my belly and Andy threatening mine and Ben's very existence if we bumped little Miss Ruthie around, we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441475368158216850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QBBGUbwpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SHGSwiBawAQ/s320/4+wheeler+fun+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QAsWSwmSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rNcFZJKaRrQ/s1600-h/4+wheeler+fun+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441475011668908322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QAsWSwmSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rNcFZJKaRrQ/s320/4+wheeler+fun+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Ben was VERY careful to not bump me around and never even got out of 1st gear while we were in the pasture. It was a very SLOW ride, but fun none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, just when I thought we were heading back, Ben said he had one more thing to show me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QAgH-ZN4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/KEXUuO8SVpI/s1600-h/Me+getting+soaked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441474801666963330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QAgH-ZN4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/KEXUuO8SVpI/s320/Me+getting+soaked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that is me getting soaked. If you look real hard you can see Ben leaning forward just to make sure I got nice and wet. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. There's just something really exhilarating about getting filthy dirty. Then on the way back up to the house I asked Ben if we could maybe go a little faster on the SMOOTH road. Finally, we were out of 1st and now freezing our tails off. When we got back, Andy got a fire started and I made some hot coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QAQWXyZaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0wuRMcyahQY/s1600-h/Bonfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441474530653660578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QAQWXyZaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0wuRMcyahQY/s320/Bonfire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, ok, so that's not really Andy's fire. That is a pic from Bonfire from this past year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the three of us sat around the fire watching the gophers go to town. Man those boys never cease to amaze me with their digging skills. This time Chad dug to China and actually hit the water level. Anyone need a well dug? It was really cool watching water seep into the hole and the boys had a really good time climbing in and out. Ben took some pics of the boys in their 'hole'. Can't wait to see them. Ben then took some pics to document my big belly. My hair was still half wet and I had mud on my face and was in some very grungy clothes. Needless to say, Ben had his work cut out for him editing these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4P_Ls60mqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6CzNKN23sTs/s1600-h/Me+and+Molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441473351295212194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4P_Ls60mqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6CzNKN23sTs/s320/Me+and+Molly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4P_GBo8U6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/pMLQ9dGAtW8/s1600-h/Me+and+Scarlett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441473253778150306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4P_GBo8U6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/pMLQ9dGAtW8/s320/Me+and+Scarlett.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought he did a good job getting the mud off my face and LOVE the fact I have some prego pics now. I really liked the one with Scarlett looking at my belly. It makes me wonder if she really knows what's inside????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we had a really good supper and Ben introduced us to his Brown Sugar Sauteed Onions.......Mmmmmm, they were SO good. Andy may have to just get used to the onion breath because I can't wait to try and make some more. Then sadly, our wonderful day was over and they had to head back home. Looking forward to the next visit!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35438602-1923976666785915313?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1923976666785915313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=1923976666785915313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/1923976666785915313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/1923976666785915313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-wheelin-fun.html' title='4 Wheelin Fun'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/S4QBjzb32iI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VrwDEoS7AKs/s72-c/4+wheeler+fun+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-3991985830709382922</id><published>2010-02-22T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:37:16.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This ain't my blog anymore...</title><content type='html'>Amanda got aholt' of tha blog. Can you tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-3991985830709382922?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3991985830709382922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=3991985830709382922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/3991985830709382922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/3991985830709382922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-aint-my-blog-anymore.html' title='This ain&apos;t my blog anymore...'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-3590619892542095750</id><published>2009-06-25T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:12:48.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I found the password!</title><content type='html'>To this stinkin' blog. That's what I found the password to. Got 2 or three different passwords at work, yahoo email, gmail email, facebook, billpay accounts, my lunchbox. You know how it is. I've been wanting to post some pictures of the boys and all our new baby chicks and Bree now that she's a yearling and I can't. I lost the cable to the camera and Sony apparently uses their own cable that nobody else has. I don't have a cool laptop that I can just pull the memory stick out of the camera and put it in the laptop and "voila!". Sounds like it might be time to buy a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;We're still here.&lt;br /&gt;We're still alive.&lt;br /&gt;We still have all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;Garrett and Luke are still the cutest animals we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-3590619892542095750?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3590619892542095750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=3590619892542095750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/3590619892542095750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/3590619892542095750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-i-found-password.html' title='Hey, I found the password!'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-3837020145656217897</id><published>2008-11-25T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:05:01.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, we're still here!!!</title><content type='html'>We're back online!&lt;br /&gt;We've been out of the blogosphere as we were without a computer. A good friend of ours gave us some computer parts, I bought some more parts, and built a computer. We'll be able to start posting goodies on the gang again. I've been loading software, adjusting settings, etc for the last 4 hours. Well, not the whole time, I had dinner, put the boys to bed, burned a dead tree in the pasture, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;We're all here, all doing well, and we'll have some more stories and fun soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-3837020145656217897?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3837020145656217897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=3837020145656217897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/3837020145656217897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/3837020145656217897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-were-still-here.html' title='Hey, we&apos;re still here!!!'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-570903630153355010</id><published>2008-04-19T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:54:05.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppy &amp; Nonni and The Maroon &amp; White Game</title><content type='html'>What a day! Nonni and Poppy came down to bring Luke his birthday present. They can't come the weekend of his party so we got to see them early. Daddy is very glad that Luke got two massive super soakers. The boys&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; might&lt;/span&gt; get to play with them if I get tired of playing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonni and Poppy rode horses. Poppy was wearing his tennis shoes and they wouldn't fit in the stirrups so he had to ride with just his toes in the stirrups - he didn't ride for long. Nonni, on the other hand, was having a blast. She rode around with Poppy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAqu0K-I7_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/0tioXjw-CjQ/s1600-h/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAqu0K-I7_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/0tioXjw-CjQ/s320/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191153731819335666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she led the wagon train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq12q-I8AI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qQ13I5kgTmo/s1600-h/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq12q-I8AI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qQ13I5kgTmo/s320/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191161471350403074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daddy and Luke rode Sam and Nonni and Garrett rode Scarlett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq24q-I8BI/AAAAAAAAAEc/62MeqLF30Xg/s1600-h/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq24q-I8BI/AAAAAAAAAEc/62MeqLF30Xg/s320/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191162605221769234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Amanda and Luke rode Sam and Nonni and Garrett rode Scarlett some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq3pq-I8CI/AAAAAAAAAEk/evVsMKODHLU/s1600-h/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq3pq-I8CI/AAAAAAAAAEk/evVsMKODHLU/s320/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191163447035359266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we had to play wit Bree. Everybody wants to see the baby! Look, 4 teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq4Xa-I8DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jaOkCFbJFDU/s1600-h/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq4Xa-I8DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jaOkCFbJFDU/s320/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191164233014374450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try this at home. You really shouldn't be under there Garrett. Good thing this is one sweet little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq5Ca-I8EI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HNkPAKH6Pek/s1600-h/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq5Ca-I8EI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HNkPAKH6Pek/s320/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191164971748749378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to go to the Maroon and White Game. HEB had free hamburgers and hot dogs. Water was $4 a bottle at another booth. (No, we didn't get any H2O) The boys slid down the big super moonwalk slide mountain thing. Why can't adults play on it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett climbing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq6IK-I8FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uRgjYm89cRE/s1600-h/Maroon+%26+White+Game+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq6IK-I8FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uRgjYm89cRE/s320/Maroon+%26+White+Game+08+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191166170044624978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke sliding down. He started jumping at the top and almost came down on his head. You heard a gasp go through the crowd as he teetered on the edge and then finally sat down and slid on his rearend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq6qK-I8GI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0JkrvynfqUs/s1600-h/Maroon+%26+White+Game+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq6qK-I8GI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0JkrvynfqUs/s320/Maroon+%26+White+Game+08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191166754160177250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat right on the front row in the Zone when we got inside. The security guard working that end was real cool. Walked up and gave all the kids at the front a sucker. He made them get down off the wall, but not before I got a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq7WK-I8HI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jeuZ_uA7Aoc/s1600-h/Maroon+%26+White+Game+08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq7WK-I8HI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jeuZ_uA7Aoc/s320/Maroon+%26+White+Game+08+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191167510074421362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were super close to watch the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq8uK-I8II/AAAAAAAAAFU/x_BVgQ6sHAw/s1600-h/Maroon+%26+White+Game+08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAq8uK-I8II/AAAAAAAAAFU/x_BVgQ6sHAw/s320/Maroon+%26+White+Game+08+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191169021902909570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get any really good action shots. Took one of a guy diving in for the touchdown but I had the camera set wrong and just got a big blur. Stinks. Still we had a great time. Watch the plays up close, see what some prospects are. McGee looked great, Jerrod Johnson was rockin, Goodson was on, a freshman #28  (RB) was burning them up too. I can't wait to see what Sherman does with these guys next year! Then they had fireworks afterwards. Looked to be 1 1/2" mortars. Was different than the shows I do, I think this one was run off a computer to get the timing right with music and video on the Jumbotron. It was pretty cool. Overall, a really fun day!&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/35438602-570903630153355010?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/570903630153355010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=570903630153355010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/570903630153355010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/570903630153355010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/poppy-nonni-and-maroon-white-game.html' title='Poppy &amp; Nonni and The Maroon &amp; White Game'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAqu0K-I7_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/0tioXjw-CjQ/s72-c/Nonni+Poppi+4.19.08+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-933942208379063013</id><published>2008-04-14T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:57:03.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest critter capers...</title><content type='html'>First,  we need to cover some old business. The chicks are innocent! The vet said the horses did NOT have salmonella, thus the chickens are safe! We've been eating the eggs all along because salmonella would be more on the outside of the egg than the inside.  How bout the eggs that we didn't eat? Aren't they cute?!?!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAQGNhcFJ6I/AAAAAAAAADk/wR1NAMWES4U/s1600-h/mean+momma+3+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAQGNhcFJ6I/AAAAAAAAADk/wR1NAMWES4U/s320/mean+momma+3+babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189279500021868450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mean Momma with three of her chicks, well at least ones she hatched. She hatched 4 and then abandoned her nest. I moved two of the abandoned eggs to another hen's nest. One hatched so I moved it back with this momma, the red chick. A couple of days later the other hen got pushed off her nest by the other birds so I put her eggs under this momma and it looks like 2 or 3 of them are going to hatch tonight. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see some more cute pics? How about Luke and, yes we finally named the foal! Ready, drum roll please - it's BREE! Amanda said that was the name of a really cool talking horse in The Chronicles of Narnia. Yup, Luke gave her a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAQH_BcFJ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/tfLSvvyVZsQ/s1600-h/luke+kissing+bree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAQH_BcFJ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/tfLSvvyVZsQ/s320/luke+kissing+bree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189281449937020850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, she's VERY gentle! Amanda haltered her for the first time today. Didn't mind the halter, having the lead rope draped over her or waving around her. She'll be real gentle. The only thing we have to watch right now is making her respect your personal space. It's not a problem right now but, as she gets bigger it will be, right Garrett?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAQIwxcFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/AlvklHGjU0I/s1600-h/Bree+Garretts+pocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAQIwxcFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/AlvklHGjU0I/s320/Bree+Garretts+pocket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189282304635512770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Garrett and Luke really like her. They told Amanda "Mommy, we have a horse just our size!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the picture of Garrett, Luke and their buddy Titus all three riding a horse. Well, I think Luke started out on the horse but, just like his dad, soon ended up on the ground behind the horse. At least Luke doesn't have scars to prove it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAQJnxcFJ9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/tb7d8jJwLmk/s1600-h/GarrettLukeTitus+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAQJnxcFJ9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/tb7d8jJwLmk/s320/GarrettLukeTitus+horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189283249528317906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot. We had a friend of ours come by and pick up some gourds. She's Native American and decorates them and sells them. Anyhow, she loved our chihuahua, Skittles. She was wanting an indoor lap dog and we just haven't been able to spend the time Skittles needed so Ms. Lightfoot took Skittles home. Skittles now sleeps in a recliner, and is getting spoiled bad. It worked out great for both of them. It was a good thing Skittles found a new home because the next weekend guess who showed up at our house with a present? My little brother, well make that my younger brother who's bigger than me brought his wife and all the kids and, Molly. Molly is stinkin' cool! She's about 14 weeks now. Ain't she cute?!?!?!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAQK4RcFJ-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/idrgWxmXbeU/s1600-h/molly+roo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAQK4RcFJ-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/idrgWxmXbeU/s320/molly+roo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189284632507787234" 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/35438602-933942208379063013?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/933942208379063013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=933942208379063013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/933942208379063013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/933942208379063013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/latest-critter-capers.html' title='The latest critter capers...'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAQGNhcFJ6I/AAAAAAAAADk/wR1NAMWES4U/s72-c/mean+momma+3+babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-1462364951967835309</id><published>2008-04-12T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:31:54.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out to the ballgame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAFrFhcFJ3I/AAAAAAAAADM/7FYCy2koiPk/s1600-h/Rangers+game+family+large.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAFrFhcFJ3I/AAAAAAAAADM/7FYCy2koiPk/s320/Rangers+game+family+large.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188545988327188338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday afternoon a guy at work asked if I wanted tickets to a rangers game. I asked when, he said tomorrow night. I said, no can't go. Then I thought about it, called Amanda, and asked if I could take Garrett to a baseball game. She said sure, go. I took the tickets (Thanks David!!!). Then I decided to look online and see how much tickets cost. They were reasonable so when I got home I told Amanda we were all going. She was excited. I took them with me to deliver some parts to a customer Friday afternoon and we just kept on driving from there. Got there just in time. Seats were pretty good, right at third base, on the third deck. We sat down and Garrett said "the people look like ants!" O.K., they weren't primo seats but they weren't the really cheap seats. It was free hat night though. See our cool hats in the picture?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really disappointed we didn't take the camera. Got some cotton candy and we all shared and, here's where the camera was needed, Luke was grabbing hunks as fast as he could and stuffing them in his mouth. Huge wads of cotton candy just as fast as he could grab them. You know how cotton candy solidifies into sugar chunks when it gets wet, Luke had this blue stain all over his hands and mouth and these blue hunks of sugar all over the place. Kodak moment, and no kodak! AAARRGGGHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAFtfhcFJ4I/AAAAAAAAADU/60KekxEP5FM/s1600-h/Andy+Garrett+Rangers+game.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAFtfhcFJ4I/AAAAAAAAADU/60KekxEP5FM/s320/Andy+Garrett+Rangers+game.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188548634027042690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Garrett had been getting restless so the two of us went exploring while Amanda and Luke camped out in our seats (too much walking for them). Garrett and I ran down the ramps from the third deck to the first. Ran right onto the field and decided to play ball a little. Garrett struck out but it was fun. Ok,  there was a picture booth. Reliant was doing pictures that they would superimpose on ballpark backgrounds. We decided to get our picture taken. Still pretty fun! Luckily they were still taking pictures when we left so we were able to get the family shot at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rangers got beat. They hit two home runs. The second one was a shot!. Hit it into the second deck and it landed in the entrance ramp and bounced onto the walkway on the backside of the grandstands. They said it was about a 435' hit. Smoked it! Everyone got a certificate for a free taco at Taco Bueno because they hit the homerun. We left at the end of the 8th inning. It was 10pm and we had to drive back still. Looked for a Taco Bueno and finally found one. Pulled in and, they were closed! At 10:30pm! What fast food restaurant closes before 10:30???? We were starving and wanted tacos by then so we pulled into taco bell then raced home. Got home at 2:30 this morning. Fed the animals, got in bed at 3am. Slept till 9 this morning. For us, that is SUPER late! It's been years since all of us slept that late. Wears you out havin' fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-1462364951967835309?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1462364951967835309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=1462364951967835309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/1462364951967835309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/1462364951967835309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take me out to the ballgame!'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/SAFrFhcFJ3I/AAAAAAAAADM/7FYCy2koiPk/s72-c/Rangers+game+family+large.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-5015286457506410014</id><published>2008-03-26T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:43:49.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R-pO-oXFRVI/AAAAAAAAADE/8E_FuMPRyns/s1600-h/3.26.08+horses,+foal,+boys+%26+fire+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R-pO-oXFRVI/AAAAAAAAADE/8E_FuMPRyns/s320/3.26.08+horses,+foal,+boys+%26+fire+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182041159136265554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the only way we can have a female baby at this house but we've got a new foal! Got up this morning and there she was, standing with her head through the fence. Amanda and I went out and rubbed all over her and got her imprinted on us. Missy didn't seem to mind at all. Wasn't until the baby went to nurse that we realized that mama wasn't to keen on that baby crawling under her and sucking on her. She tried to kick the baby. We got on to her and tried to direct the baby in from the side instead of coming back behind mama and mama still was pinning her ears back and getting ready to kick, and Missy is not a mean horse at all. Missy and the baby wandered around and baby got behind her and Missy did get a kick in on her. We called the vet and they said they have a foal in there right now that the mother wasn't letting nurse and was kicking. They said try blindfolding the mare and ease the baby up there. If that didn't work, bring them in. Well I put a towel over Missy's head and she was ok with that... for about 30 seconds. Amanda says let's take them in. I carried the foal to the round pen so Missy wouldn't kill it and Amanda goes in to get the boys up. Missy started getting antsy because she wasn't by the baby I so run get her and bring her over. I was glad she wanted her baby. I held Missy and started expressing milk from her myself as the foal was nuzzling her. I slowly directed the foal back while praising Missy and pretty soon the foal was nursing. Got her to nurse one side, then walked her around to the other side and had her nurse there. Vet said we need to keep an eye on them today but, with all Missy has been through and with her leg being swollen and one of her teats also, it makes sense that she wasn't too keen on letting the baby nurse. They're gonna come out this afternoon and make sure the foal is getting enough and Amanda is going to have to be watching all day and make sure Missy doesn't get grumpy again but we gave Missy a larger dose of bute (painkiller) and between that and having nursed now, we think they'll be good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were doing all this I was thinking how difficult it was when Garrett was born and he wouldn't latch on and nurse. Amanda was trying so hard and doing everything the nurses and Dr's said but it just wasn't working. Lots of women had told her "oh, it's so easy, it's so natural." Whatever. It may be, or it may not be. Garrett never did nurse really well. Luke did. With our horses the first two mares did great. Missy isn't. It depends on the mom, on the baby, depends on how much you're willing to try and be patient. With Garrett we didn't know soon enough for Amanda to pump and put it in a bottle so he had to go back in to the hospital and get an IV and sit under the tanning lamp, at least that's what I called it, to get his billirubins down. With Luke, it was easy. What matters is what I was thinking when the foal got up from her nap and went to nurse for the second time - what a blessing! The baby, how God made mothers perfectly built to care for their babies, and capable of learning when it doesn't necessarily come easy. So awesome. Just a week and half ago we thought Missy might not live and here she is healthy, well pretty skinny but with a healthy baby by her side and they're both doing well. So many awesome blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If y'all want to come see the foal just holler at us and make sure we're around and come on out. We still need a name for the little girl too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-5015286457506410014?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5015286457506410014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=5015286457506410014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/5015286457506410014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/5015286457506410014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R-pO-oXFRVI/AAAAAAAAADE/8E_FuMPRyns/s72-c/3.26.08+horses,+foal,+boys+%26+fire+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-4137641297453627466</id><published>2008-03-25T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:54:02.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon, very soon!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R-mcEoXFRUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V-CqvWM78_4/s1600-h/foal_scratching_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R-mcEoXFRUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V-CqvWM78_4/s320/foal_scratching_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181844449634108738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, this isn't our foal but Missy's baby should be coming soon!!! She's got colostrum now so we should have a baby pretty quick. We've had two foals here in the past and we weren't sure exactly when either of them was coming. Just got up one morning and there they were. Missy is penned up by the house now since she's getting over her illness. She had one of her legs swell up even after that so we had to do extra meds and Amanda is hydroing her leg twice a day. Because of that we've been checking the leg every day and watching her teats since we're right there looking at her leg. Two days ago nothing out of them. Tonight Amanda had me check and I tried to squeeze a little milk out and ended up squirting a huge stream. After all Missy and this baby have been through recently we really hope the baby is o.k.. The Dr's said it could still be sick when it hit the ground. We're praying for a healthy foal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't talked about a name for the baby. Don't know if it's a filly or colt, what color or anything. Daddy was a sorrell, Missy's a sorrell. Both of them have paint blood in them so it could be a paint. No telling! Post if you have any ideas of great horse names. We'll post a picture as soon as the baby gets here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-4137641297453627466?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4137641297453627466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=4137641297453627466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/4137641297453627466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/4137641297453627466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/soon-very-soon.html' title='Soon, very soon!!!'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R-mcEoXFRUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V-CqvWM78_4/s72-c/foal_scratching_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-6908788562000482316</id><published>2008-03-20T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:59:51.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But, they're just too cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R-LodIXFRTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V03i7YFFF7k/s1600-h/3.13.08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R-LodIXFRTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V03i7YFFF7k/s320/3.13.08+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179958108587640114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do these look like killers? No way! Vet said they could have been the culprit of transmitting a disease to Lilly. We're waiting on a culture to tell us for sure but Missy, one of our other horses got sick with the same thing this week. She's pregnant and due any day now and she was also Amanda's first horse. We raced her in to the vet school because we knew how fast Lilly went down. Three days in isolation, two of them under ICU care but she is back home. We are sooo excited. They said the baby was doing bad at first but they checked again today and the baby looks good! Missy is separated from the other horses but she's getting the royal treatment. New water trough, new high dollar hay, extra feed, all her meds, she even gets yogurt to help replenish the good bugs in her gut.&lt;br /&gt;It's possible that a wild bird transmitted something to the chickens and they transmitted it to the horses. But they're just too cute to be horse killers! These are actually brand new ones that we ordered and we know these guys are innocent. A couple of good looking long tailed brown and light brown leghorn roosters, some Americauna pullets (lay blue and green eggs) some puff heads and some other just cool looking birds. Can't wait for them to get big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different animal note... I had two jobs in college that I didn't realize were teaching me parenting skills. One was in junior college - I cleaned out about 40 kennels each day at a dog boarding facility. The second job was at the Swine Center at A&amp;amp;M. I cleaned up after 100-135 hogs every day. How did those teach me parenting skills? Well, Luke walked out the front door and pooped and peed on the front step. Luckily I knew how to wash poop off of concrete, glad I had those jobs. I guess we've house trained Lukamus. Now if we could just house train the chihuahua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-6908788562000482316?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6908788562000482316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=6908788562000482316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/6908788562000482316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/6908788562000482316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/but-theyre-just-too-cute.html' title='But, they&apos;re just too cute!'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R-LodIXFRTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V03i7YFFF7k/s72-c/3.13.08+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-7617892586198820738</id><published>2008-03-13T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:10:33.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These ain't no normal gophers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9nlmaMZteI/AAAAAAAAACM/XrrfBCQPk1M/s1600-h/3.13.08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9nlmaMZteI/AAAAAAAAACM/XrrfBCQPk1M/s320/3.13.08+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177421694668223970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought they were gophers. Nope. I've never seen gophers dig holes this big. See where the surface is?Notice the cave behind Chad &amp;amp; Will? Gophers are put to shame. Bears would be jealous. Earth moving contractors want to hire them. I need a backhoe to clean out the tub after they came in. Scrubbing bubbles won't do it. Think they are having fun? Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9nm5aMZtgI/AAAAAAAAACc/9IhRNC9lRU0/s1600-h/3.13.08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9nm5aMZtgI/AAAAAAAAACc/9IhRNC9lRU0/s320/3.13.08+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177423120597366274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did finally get cleaned up. Tonight was dodgeball night. Once again, we didn't get all the good pics. Seriously, time to work on the photo skills! We're gonna try and scam some photos tomorrow from someone with a decent camera. Taking the memory stick and see if we can't steal a few snaps. Here's a great shot of, no, not action, just getting ready for action! (Notice our mascot in the goal. Only safe place for a stroller!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9noZaMZthI/AAAAAAAAACk/jxKQH4cV-eE/s1600-h/3.13.08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9noZaMZthI/AAAAAAAAACk/jxKQH4cV-eE/s320/3.13.08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177424769864807954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's one of Chad after he got out. He does look pretty cool though doesn't he?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9npiKMZtiI/AAAAAAAAACs/jWJx9fgMtC8/s1600-h/3.13.08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9npiKMZtiI/AAAAAAAAACs/jWJx9fgMtC8/s320/3.13.08+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177426019700291106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!?! Should have seen him playing soccer after dodgeball. He was running over the adults. I overheard someone taunting adults on the other team - "you're getting smoked by a 4th grader". Actually he's a 5th grader if that's any consolation. I'm just glad he was on my team.&lt;br /&gt;We've been having a blast having Chad and Will here this week and getting to hang out with everyone from church. Great fellowship time. Serious competition. I think I even heard some edifying trash talk. I didn't think it was possible but there was some good natured ribbing and a lot of uplifting. It was fun with the adults and kids playing together and working hard as teams.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm amazed about? It wasn't my kid stuck in the creek! It was one of Garrett's best friends that we'll leave unnamed but his initials are HH and we go to his house every week. Just like Garrett, "Forget the path, let's go this way!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-7617892586198820738?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7617892586198820738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=7617892586198820738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/7617892586198820738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/7617892586198820738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-aint-no-normal-gophers.html' title='These ain&apos;t no normal gophers...'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9nlmaMZteI/AAAAAAAAACM/XrrfBCQPk1M/s72-c/3.13.08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-878749655377276837</id><published>2008-03-11T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:31:43.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gophers and kickball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9c8-aMZtcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tMo2T3Yapao/s1600-h/3.11.08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9c8-aMZtcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tMo2T3Yapao/s320/3.11.08+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176673339566568898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We have gophers. Big ones, the two legged kind. Had 6 of 'em today. 2 of ours, 2 nephews, and 2 boys from church. I'm glad we limited them to under the trampoline, somebody might break a leg. Had to make sure nobody was jumping while they were digging. Can you say headache? Last time our nephews left I spent hours filling in holes. 4 boys can really dig but 6 today, WOW! They're a lot of fun. By the end of the day Amanda was tired but good times.  We're glad we get to have the boys for spring break. They planted my garden for me Sunday afternoon, we have some great video game tournaments in the evenings, lots of wrestling. It rocks! Chad, the oldest nephew, just walked up and said they had 13 holes and 20 interconnecting tunnels. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we met a bunch of people from church at a Mexican food joint then we all went to Austin's Colony park and had a game of kickball. Regulation kickball, brand ne&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9c_pKMZtdI/AAAAAAAAACE/kzZkXfDdUgw/s1600-h/3.11.08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9c_pKMZtdI/AAAAAAAAACE/kzZkXfDdUgw/s320/3.11.08+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176676273029232082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w bases. Precisely spaced bases and pitcher's mound (at least as precise as we could step them off). Then we picked teams. It became husband's against wives, parents against children. As our buddy Matt said, it was biblical. My team won. Amanda's team lost. She said the teams were unfair. Patrick picked everyone on Amanda's team. Heather picked ours. Does that mean that Heather is a better coach than Patrick? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;That's both teams, or what was left by the time the game was over. Heather's camera is better than ours so go check her blog. She'll probably have pictures up soon. The Garner zoo +2 is down bottom right. See the shadows? Yeah, that's us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-878749655377276837?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/878749655377276837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=878749655377276837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/878749655377276837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/878749655377276837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/gophers-and-kickball.html' title='Gophers and kickball'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9c8-aMZtcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tMo2T3Yapao/s72-c/3.11.08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-814618829399193738</id><published>2008-03-10T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:41:37.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad, sad, sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9XEz6MZtbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XJkN4U0QmSU/s1600-h/Lilly%27s+resting+place+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9XEz6MZtbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XJkN4U0QmSU/s320/Lilly%27s+resting+place+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176259742805898674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, so my grieving process is different from some peoples. Deal with it. The picture is Lilly's grave.  (No, she's not in there in the picture.) Lilly was a 5 year old palamino filly we kind of inherited from my brother. She passed away this weekend. Serious colic. Vet did what he could and we thought she was doing better that night. Nope. I made the long ramp for her grave so I could slide her in. I didn't want to drop the poor girl in a 6' hole. That's disrespectful. Amanda doesn't like the picture. Makes her sad. I like it because I could help her have a decent burial at least. Luke was telling everyone at church that Daddy was burying Lilly. Amanda said several people did double takes. "What did he say?" Garrett picked some of those little white flowers that grow like weeds in the yard. As soon as he got out of the truck he had me show him the grave so he could put the flowers on the grave. He's got a good heart.  The good news is Bumper is back in the house. He's my heeler that I got when Amanda and I were just dating. One of the first times she saw him she had come over to the house and I was outside doing something. Came back in and she was laying on the couch watching tv with Bumper. I was not happy, he's not allowed on furniture. Somehow he and Amanda both won. Go figure. He's11 now. Can't hear really well. His poor ears have shriveled. He can't jump in the back of the truck anymore. He sleeps by my bed on an old quilt. He's happy. So am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-814618829399193738?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/814618829399193738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=814618829399193738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/814618829399193738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/814618829399193738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/sad-sad-sad.html' title='Sad, sad, sad'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/R9XEz6MZtbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XJkN4U0QmSU/s72-c/Lilly%27s+resting+place+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-7811824956292231445</id><published>2007-08-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:00:54.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surf's up, dude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rs-P-ZKY1KI/AAAAAAAAABc/fuuhR1-1fho/s1600-h/100_1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102455204903179426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rs-P-ZKY1KI/AAAAAAAAABc/fuuhR1-1fho/s320/100_1303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen Garrett on the body board. First wave he rode all the way in. It was awesome! On the way out he would ride the board and I'd make him jump the waves like a jet ski then he'd turn around and ride a big one in. The kid's like a labrador retriever "Can we get in the water, huh, huh, please, can we get in the water, let's go, hurry up, yeah, yeah, let's go!" He loved the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rs-P_JKY1LI/AAAAAAAAABk/kDkPtpgSRDs/s1600-h/100_1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102455217788081330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rs-P_JKY1LI/AAAAAAAAABk/kDkPtpgSRDs/s320/100_1315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke liked the big sandbox at the beach. We had the boy's tonka toys and Luke drove his dump truck all over the beach hauling sand, shells, water, and then daddy hauled Luke around. I think he kept hearing Garrett ask about sharks or something so maybe that's why he stayed on the beach. He liked the waves as long as I held him and jumped over the waves and hollered a bunch. Laughed his little head off then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went fishing Saturday night off the T-head at the hotel. Caught a croaker and an eel. Disgusting! Sucker swallowed the hook too. Stepped on him to try and hold him down so maybe I could get the hook. Yeah, he wrapped around my foot.  Lady fishing by us asked if he shocked me when he did that. "No ma'am, that species isn't on the Texas coast." Why did I have to catch a freak wanna-be snake 1,000 feet out in the gulf? That's just not right. Garrett and Luke loved seeing it but I was done fishing by then. Dad told me later that Asians love to eat eel. Nope. Sorry. Not even on survivor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rs-P_pKY1MI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ex234P7xp4g/s1600-h/100_1330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102455226378015938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rs-P_pKY1MI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ex234P7xp4g/s320/100_1330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this is a scary thought. Amanda, Garrett and Luke in the torpedo room of a WWII submarine. DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!!! Yes, those are torpedos on either side below the bunks. We toured the last remaining WWII era sub credited with sinking an aircraft carrier and also toured a WWII destroyer escort. If you haven't ever toured a sub, they are tight. No room to move around, really cramped. Luke loaded his diaper in the middle of the tour. My guess is that the people behind us weren't excited that I had to look at every switch, valve, door, nut, bolt, everything on the entire boat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was our first real family vacation. Only two days but what a blast! Oh, next time you're in Galveston stop at the Spot. It's on seawall drive. They converted an old house into a restaurant and added on to it a little. Got the pictures in a photo album at the entrance. Great burgers. Lots of meat, homemade buns, seasoned waffle fries. Kids meals come with a cookie from the in-house bakery. Sit on the upstairs patio. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-7811824956292231445?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7811824956292231445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=7811824956292231445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/7811824956292231445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/7811824956292231445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/surfs-up-dude.html' title='Surf&apos;s up, dude!'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rs-P-ZKY1KI/AAAAAAAAABc/fuuhR1-1fho/s72-c/100_1303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-8647988123359062272</id><published>2007-08-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T06:41:10.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wife rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/RsUWn5KY1JI/AAAAAAAAABU/LVo1uRsG0_Y/s1600-h/Palo+Alto+Creek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099507027682055314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/RsUWn5KY1JI/AAAAAAAAABU/LVo1uRsG0_Y/s320/Palo+Alto+Creek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Her children arise and call her blessed;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband also, and he praises her:&lt;br /&gt;Many women do noble things,&lt;br /&gt;But you surpass them all." Pr. 31:28-29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my girl! Friday, August 17th, 2001 I caught her and tied her down with a little gold ring. Saturday, August 18th,2001 we arrived at the B&amp;amp;B in the picture above. Today we celebrated Garrett's 5th birthday. Tomorrow we celebrate our 6th anniversary. Am I glad? Yup. I suuuure am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her one of the reasons I wanted to marry her was because she made me "better than I was, more than I am". Yes, it's a line from a Tim McGraw song but it's really true. She makes me grow. She's helped me grow in my career, helped me be a better dad, helped me see what God's love and strength can really do. When I wasn't worthy of being followed, she stepped up and said, no, make that SHOWED that God said her role was to submit and love me. Yes, we talked about it and always have known that's what God said but to see her really do it. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is smart (how many people ACE college physics????), she's funny (especially when she's not trying to be!), she is an awesome mom (gave up her job so she could stay home with our boys), she's a cutie (I love that smile!), she's MY girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GRACIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-8647988123359062272?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8647988123359062272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=8647988123359062272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/8647988123359062272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/8647988123359062272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-wife-rocks.html' title='My wife rocks!'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/RsUWn5KY1JI/AAAAAAAAABU/LVo1uRsG0_Y/s72-c/Palo+Alto+Creek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-8846649574240009610</id><published>2007-06-10T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T13:12:20.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out this recipe!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/RmxXBfK3C7I/AAAAAAAAABM/AEMk_77yPqw/s1600-h/100_1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074526563198241714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/RmxXBfK3C7I/AAAAAAAAABM/AEMk_77yPqw/s320/100_1145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought this cookbook along with a bunch of others at an auction several years ago. Our nephews are coming to stay with us most of the week this week so Amanda was looking for some good recipes. She opens the book and is looking around and Garrett bumped the book and papers started falling out of the back of the book. I made Garrett go sit at the other side of the table to play and Amanda kept looking. As she turned pages, this cute little red envelope falls out. I saw that envelope and knew immediately what it was. The question was, was there anything still in it??? I picked it up and YES!!! Not only was there something in it but there was a $50 something in it! Crisp. Clean Straight from the bank. Poof, there it was! There should have been a drum roll and smoke and strobe lights! It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the significance of this. We just started tithing again. Well, Amanda did. She does the check book and she's always been more dedicated than me about that. We had slacked off about it but now that she's home with the boys and we only have one income she felt that, hey, we've trusted God this far, we had better trust him all the way. She has been giving our tithe and last night I also pulled my cash stash out of my wallet and put my secret reserve in the plate. I have auction money sometimes and I wanted to save it for something but I felt God telling me to put it in the plate just like Amanda has been feeling God tell us, "Give Me your tithe." Then today, God shows up and shows out. We both listened and did what God told us and he blesses us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi 3:10 &lt;em&gt;Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this," says the LORD Almighty, "and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-8846649574240009610?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8846649574240009610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=8846649574240009610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/8846649574240009610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/8846649574240009610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/check-out-this-recipe.html' title='Check out this recipe!!!'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/RmxXBfK3C7I/AAAAAAAAABM/AEMk_77yPqw/s72-c/100_1145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-7747024538322168032</id><published>2007-06-09T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:01:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan said blog some more so....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rmtz4PK3C5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ScMaWyQCdM/s1600-h/Luke+Sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074276815144946578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rmtz4PK3C5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ScMaWyQCdM/s320/Luke+Sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rmtz4PK3C6I/AAAAAAAAABE/SEaD3XcEHsk/s1600-h/Garrett+blue+tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074276815144946594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rmtz4PK3C6I/AAAAAAAAABE/SEaD3XcEHsk/s320/Garrett+blue+tongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Ryan is the only person who has found our blog, we'll use his awesome pictures of the boys from Hope Group this week. Luke was zonked from VBS and Garett was, well Garrett. That boy never stops having fun. Full of energy and a heart of gold. In fact, he said one of the most awesome things this week. Amanda and I were talking about what if there was another rugrat and we asked Garrett "What would you do if you had another little brother?" His answer - "I'd love on him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hit it right on the head, didn't he?!?! Nothing more basic than that. I think most of us thought that way when we were his age - back when we were innocent, before we'd been burned. Before we'd seen what the world has to offer us. Garrett is old enough to have started seeing just a tad of what the world has to offer us but, you know what, he still loves everyone and everything. Sure, he gets upset and mad. He's human. When it boils down to it though, his heart shines through. When he's excited to go see his friends, when he's making friends with people he's never met (yeah, you know Garrett, talking to &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;!). He doesn't want to see anyone or anything get hurt. Not even the bugs that make Amanda scream bloody murder. He's got his mamma's heart and the joy of the Lord.  Always laughing, always having fun, never met someone that he doesn't like. Makes you want some of what he has, doesn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2He called a little child and had him stand among them. 3And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew 18:2-4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-7747024538322168032?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7747024538322168032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=7747024538322168032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/7747024538322168032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/7747024538322168032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ryan-said-blog-some-more-so.html' title='Ryan said blog some more so....'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/Rmtz4PK3C5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ScMaWyQCdM/s72-c/Luke+Sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-2816749716856643467</id><published>2007-03-05T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:06:34.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Aggie Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/RezaIkSz4II/AAAAAAAAAAw/utrtVHyDZd4/s1600-h/100_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038641923837124738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/RezaIkSz4II/AAAAAAAAAAw/utrtVHyDZd4/s320/100_1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Aggies beat the defending national champions Friday night and we got to watch it. Live and in person. O.K., we only lasted until the 7th inning stretch but the game was already in the bag. It was cold and I told Amanda we couldn't take a blanket (bad idea!) so we were freezing and Garrett was ready for bed. Not to mention, Luke had loaded his diaper up and we didn't want the people around us to tell us to leave so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great game. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/RezZIUSz4HI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RqkbDLV9ges/s1600-h/100_1009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038640820030529650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/RezZIUSz4HI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RqkbDLV9ges/s320/100_1009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sat in the cheap seats out in right field so the boys could play. Had a couple of fouls go right over our head, students all around us harassing the first base coach and the right fielder. Hot dogs, a tub of popcorn and a great big Dr. Pepper cost $6 more than our tickets but there's nothing like a fresh hot dog at a baseball game. Luke took the whole night to eat his hot dog. Could've had something to do with the fact that he was bumming peanuts off the guy behind us. Who knows. Garrett just sat in our laps and watched the entire game. Yes, Garrett. High energy never slows down Garrett. Sat still. Sat quiet. Luke on the other hand mimicked everything everyone around us did. Hollering, taunting, whooping! We're definitely going to have to take them to more games! Amanda even enjoyed it. Of course it was kind of hard for her not too, she was out with 3 handsome Garners watching her alma matter BTHO Oregon State! Whoop and Gig 'em!&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/35438602-2816749716856643467?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2816749716856643467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=2816749716856643467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/2816749716856643467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/2816749716856643467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/1st-aggie-baseball-game.html' title='1st Aggie Baseball Game'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/RezaIkSz4II/AAAAAAAAAAw/utrtVHyDZd4/s72-c/100_1008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-4496736991358382366</id><published>2007-02-27T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:27:14.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Bout time we updated the blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/ReSC7X1IOnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FLo2tem5lfE/s1600-h/100_0989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036294239827802738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/ReSC7X1IOnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FLo2tem5lfE/s320/100_0989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're redoing the boy's rooms right now. Amanda is hard at work picking out bedding, cleaning, arranging, painting etc. I helped a little but this is my big contribution. I think I had more fun. Garrett's room has a construction theme so I took him to the shop and we played on machines and took pictures to hang up in his room. Spent about an hour up there and operated all kinds of big boys toys and Garrett couldn't get enough. Can you blame him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke's room is going to be the farm. I'm envisoning pictures of working cattle, getting eggs from the chicken coop, driving a tractor, digging a pond with a bulldozer. Gotta get some equipment in there somehow, right?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also planted our garden this weekend. Garrett and Luke planted everything. Garrett used his special planting tool for setting the depth of the seedhole - his finger. Luke got to plant the canteloupes. Not quite 2 yet but he sure likes to help out. Got some awesome boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short, sweet, to the point. At least we're blogging finally. We've moved from the dark ages of dialup and have DSL now. Hopefully you'll see more since it doesn't take us six years to upload things anymore. Sweet!&lt;/div&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/35438602-4496736991358382366?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4496736991358382366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=4496736991358382366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/4496736991358382366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/4496736991358382366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/bout-time-we-updated-blog.html' title='&apos;Bout time we updated the blog.'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-tjhHFDRyc/ReSC7X1IOnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FLo2tem5lfE/s72-c/100_0989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35438602.post-116595399648558724</id><published>2006-12-12T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:06:37.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck is a blog????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4961/3943/1600/752485/100_0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4961/3943/320/341969/100_0615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4961/3943/1600/786502/100_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4961/3943/320/254327/100_0601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I finally figured out what a blog is. Hopegroup has one and I thought, hmm, that's kinda cool. Now that Amanda has a state job that's not in ICU, she has all this time to read everyone else's blogs. She comes home and tells me about so and so's story or the cool pics of someone else's Christmas tree, yadda, yadda, yadda. I guess now everyone can be nosey in our lives, at least as much of our lives as we put on the net. And of course the grandparents can see pictures of the boys. That's all anyone really cares about, right???&lt;br /&gt;Why the Garner family zoo you ask... Is it because the family is nuts? Yeah, we are, and we think it's great! Is it because dad and the boys are hyper? We are, but that's because boys are supposed to run and jump and wrestle and get dirty and hunt and play with machines and... Is it because we literally have a zoo at the house - 8 horses, 4 dogs, 2 cats, 13 chickens, about 20 fish, and whatever birds happen to come up to the feeder at the kitchen window. OK, yeah, that's a good reason too, but it's really all of the above. You know what, I remember when I was a little boy and would go to the Caldwell Zoo in Tyler, TX and watch the animals, spend time with my grandparents, all that kind of stuff. It was a blast. Don't you love the fun of going to the zoo? Well, we're lucky because we &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;The Garner Zoo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When we have time, get bored, or have something really cool, we'll "blog" some more. That can be used as a verb, right? See, I'm catching on!&lt;br /&gt;Here's pics of Luke trying to keep Gus from eating the ornaments and Garrett with his cookies he made.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the zoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35438602-116595399648558724?l=garnerzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116595399648558724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35438602&amp;postID=116595399648558724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/116595399648558724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35438602/posts/default/116595399648558724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garnerzoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-heck-is-blog.html' title='What the heck is a blog????'/><author><name>Garner Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479390433272546323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
