<?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-2050328374683865161</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:30:23.117-07:00</updated><category term='garden'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='Jack'/><title type='text'>Jack Jumps Fences</title><subtitle type='html'>Be nimble. Be quick.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jack's mom</name><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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050328374683865161.post-6577084487128119107</id><published>2008-09-06T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:03:08.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Hot Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SMMKcwg_VMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QoZJnWgygdM/s1600-h/IMG_2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SMMKcwg_VMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QoZJnWgygdM/s320/IMG_2762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243045880365274306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my Hungarian Hot Wax peppers.  They are not that hot, at least the first one wasn't too bad, kind of like a jalapeno.  Some of my jalapenos are hot this year.  I didn't photograph them, they're not as interesting as these other beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SMMI1UrUF6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/8vHQlIrOm3k/s1600-h/IMG_2761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SMMI1UrUF6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/8vHQlIrOm3k/s320/IMG_2761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243044103365859234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't this just beautiful?  It is a Bulgarian carrot pepper.  I haven't ever seen one, much less grown one, until this year.  I was going to pick it when it was yellow, but luckily, a friend told me to wait.  Duh, carrots are orange! Silly me. I did pick a cayenne when it was green, and WOWZA.  I am definitely fearful of the two red ones below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SMMJkR7AqEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/JdG65Y1bSbI/s1600-h/IMG_2760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SMMJkR7AqEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/JdG65Y1bSbI/s320/IMG_2760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243044910080239682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had three habanero plants but only got one habanero.  Will it even turn orange before a killing frost? Who knows.  I bought a tray of habaneros from the Asian food store....will make a Senegalese hot sauce while the kids are at school.  Hoo-boy, do those peppers fume up the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SMMK84f6KlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SkGdW_Tn1ps/s1600-h/IMG_2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SMMK84f6KlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SkGdW_Tn1ps/s320/IMG_2763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243046432264038994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then there are these lovely red Thai peppers.  They scare me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SMML0nK9QXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/83OMVL1vs1k/s1600-h/IMG_2765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SMML0nK9QXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/83OMVL1vs1k/s320/IMG_2765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243047389685432690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT! HOT! HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050328374683865161-6577084487128119107?l=jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/feeds/6577084487128119107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050328374683865161&amp;postID=6577084487128119107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/6577084487128119107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/6577084487128119107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/2008/09/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot Hot Hot!'/><author><name>Jack's mom</name><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/_oqEUHawaS-o/SMMKcwg_VMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QoZJnWgygdM/s72-c/IMG_2762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050328374683865161.post-1499643204543631074</id><published>2008-09-04T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:22:07.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE is not a family value!</title><content type='html'>I do try to keep the politics out of here.  This is supposed to be a fun blog, an escape from reality, or at least a fresh, positive take on reality.  There is hardly any escape right now, but sometimes, we need to be hit right in the face to step up and speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred is not a family value, nor is it a Godly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your enemies.  Show compassion for everyone.  Hatred only breeds more hatred.  The cycle of violence goes on.  A 'pitbull' ?  I love pitbulls too.  But not for their violent side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to get out of the us vs. them mentality.  I keep trying to tell myself, that down deep, most folks really do want a world of peace, a world where no one lives in poverty, a world where every child gets her needs met.  I told myself that the "others" just have a different way that they want to go about it.  But there are issues where I believe that certain folks (who want to govern our country) actually have intent to harm.  Where they have religious beliefs that they want to spread through our government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to build bridges, to be able to have decent discourse.  We can't divide this country into "us" and "them".  But I fear the division is very strong.  I don't know that without major work, we can bridge that divide, no matter whom is elected.  I think the way to begin the process is in our hearts and minds, and then with every relationship and interaction we have with those around us.  Change always starts small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I fear what would happen if the "other" party wins the election (or steals it).  Yes, my first thought is "move to Canada!".  But instantly I think of this superpower nation, ready to take on the world through might, through war, and I think, I can't abandon ship now, no matter how ugly it is.  It is too selfish to run and hide.  We must stay the course, stand up and speak what we believe, and take to the streets NON-violently if it comes to that.  And work towards the future, no matter how far away it seems, where we can live in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050328374683865161-1499643204543631074?l=jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/feeds/1499643204543631074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050328374683865161&amp;postID=1499643204543631074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/1499643204543631074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/1499643204543631074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/2008/09/hate-is-not-family-value.html' title='HATE is not a family value!'/><author><name>Jack's mom</name><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-2050328374683865161.post-7096034384325217274</id><published>2008-09-02T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:08:13.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girl, garden, great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a pic of my girl, in my garden.  It's great!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SL1UVZlqMII/AAAAAAAAATs/ev1MMBQUtuc/s1600-h/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SL1UVZlqMII/AAAAAAAAATs/ev1MMBQUtuc/s320/IMG_2750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241438267951952002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L to R: corn, squash, watermelon, pumpkin, cukes, tomatoes, kale, lettuce, broccoli, asparagus (bushy), carrots and onions.  And weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so to fully disclose, the lettuce has flowered; the broccoli was harvested; the onions, well, there are only a couple that made it.... and only a few carrots, which are kind of strong and bitter.  And the watermelon that is largest is the size of a lime; the pumpkins...? will there be any? the corn... well, it is growing.... and it is September already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am good at growing cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, kale.... we'll see what else.&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/2050328374683865161-7096034384325217274?l=jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/feeds/7096034384325217274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050328374683865161&amp;postID=7096034384325217274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/7096034384325217274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/7096034384325217274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl-garden-great.html' title='girl, garden, great!'/><author><name>Jack's mom</name><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/_oqEUHawaS-o/SL1UVZlqMII/AAAAAAAAATs/ev1MMBQUtuc/s72-c/IMG_2750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050328374683865161.post-5811235064979192653</id><published>2008-08-30T20:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:18:58.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>The BEST very local veggies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SLoNaK5nC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/91gnnHbt_OA/s1600-h/IMG_2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/SLoNaK5nC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/91gnnHbt_OA/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240515859652742034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have had some bitter cukes this year but I finally figured out that they needed more attention, or something.  For example, they need to grow in a nice place so they don't get curled up; and get regular watering, so they can fill up nicely with fluid, like this one pictured.  Now they are coming along just fine.  I forgot to snap a pic of the really huge one, it was about 15 inches.  It was late, I was in the midst of several things for dinner (homemade pesto; bruschetta with zebra tomatoes, basil and fresh mozzarella; pasta; a spicy kale dish; and corn on the cob). So I just cut it up.  Then I regretted it, thinking how cute Maya was when she carried it in from the garden.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, there will be more cukes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best tomatoes are these very sweet cherry toms.  And I am getting a nice snack-size amount of green beans, which are so wonderful if you steam them quickly in the microwave and eat 'em with dip, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta love summer veggies.  I really enjoy having my garden, and have learned so much from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050328374683865161-5811235064979192653?l=jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/feeds/5811235064979192653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050328374683865161&amp;postID=5811235064979192653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/5811235064979192653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/5811235064979192653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-very-local-veggies.html' title='The BEST very local veggies!'/><author><name>Jack's mom</name><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/_oqEUHawaS-o/SLoNaK5nC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/91gnnHbt_OA/s72-c/IMG_2746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050328374683865161.post-5914589185185356605</id><published>2008-08-28T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:12:22.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><title type='text'>About the title...</title><content type='html'>In case you are curious, the title of this blog is the name of my dog.  Well, the name he was given by the kennel he used to go to, before we got a wonderful dog-sitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack jumps fences.  Yes, he does. Well, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;. He doesn't anymore, he's getting a bit old.  But in his prime, he could jump a 6 foot chain link fence.  He easily scaled out of our 5 foot backyard fence.  Anytime he was bored, or saw something fun to go after, he would jump the fence, and we'd have to run off to get him.  In the car.  He would run further away if you tried to get him in person.  Somehow, he still will come to the car.  You'd think he'd learn that this was a trap.  But maybe to him, it was still worth the short adventure, and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the kennel, he jumped out of their play yard, which is quite near a busy road.  And he was able to scramble out of the wee space at the end of the dog run that is above the door.  They had a tarp or some kind of top to it, so it was just this tiny 1 foot gap above the door.  So they had to block his access to the run and just walk him on leash.  We were so glad to switch to a dogsitter.  The stress of the jail environment was too much for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this connects to this blog.... ? Jack was nimble, Jack was quick...Jack jumping fences was his trick!  The metaphor here is that if we are nimble and quick, we can jump the fences in front of us, also.  Trick is, to stay nimble and quick.  My obstacles and hurdles are actually my stepping stones of progress.  What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Or sends you to therapy for life... I think I will choose the path of strength and wisdom, and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the lesson Jack taught me is to give him the attention, to not neglect him... else he would jump the fence, to go exploring and get attention, albeit partly negative, from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050328374683865161-5914589185185356605?l=jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/feeds/5914589185185356605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050328374683865161&amp;postID=5914589185185356605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/5914589185185356605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/5914589185185356605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-title.html' title='About the title...'/><author><name>Jack's mom</name><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-2050328374683865161.post-5287674062529648190</id><published>2008-08-27T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:44:43.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More to come....</title><content type='html'>More to come.... check back later.  I am migrating some older posts over here so my slate is not quite so blank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050328374683865161-5287674062529648190?l=jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/feeds/5287674062529648190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050328374683865161&amp;postID=5287674062529648190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/5287674062529648190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/5287674062529648190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-to-come.html' title='More to come....'/><author><name>Jack's mom</name><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-2050328374683865161.post-765670327101905359</id><published>2007-09-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:19:45.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September Fun - Part 2: harvesting fun</title><content type='html'>Here are a few shots of the kids and the garden, my baby. The garden is really like another child that you have to watch over, feed, water, love....and worry about when you are away from home. And yes, you have to tuck it in at night when the weather gets frosty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvSX2G3zj5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Gbh2pklqAn4/s1600-h/GardenBlanketed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvSX2G3zj5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Gbh2pklqAn4/s320/GardenBlanketed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112878432785764242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvSZZG3zj6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/3irD1lqCMwY/s1600-h/IMG_8622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvSZZG3zj6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/3irD1lqCMwY/s320/IMG_8622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112880133592813474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homegrown carrots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvScIW3zj7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CE5vVPYq16k/s1600-h/S-Hotpepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvScIW3zj7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CE5vVPYq16k/s320/S-Hotpepper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112883144364887986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daughter wanted to take my photo, she said, "Hold up anything you like."  I held up a hot cherry pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvSeT23zj8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pKrBXot1cek/s1600-h/IMG_8426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvSeT23zj8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pKrBXot1cek/s320/IMG_8426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112885540956639170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Son showing off our first watermelon, which turned out to not be ripe.  I picked it too early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvXnSG3zj-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/i8i4xb2RIgE/s1600-h/IMG_8615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvXnSG3zj-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/i8i4xb2RIgE/s320/IMG_8615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113247250217406434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lady Liberty - I couldn't resist setting this up after seeing this beautiful flame like flower at the end of one of our zucchini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvXn5G3zj_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KWf9Does7W4/s1600-h/IMG_8616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvXn5G3zj_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KWf9Does7W4/s320/IMG_8616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113247920232304626" 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/2050328374683865161-765670327101905359?l=jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/feeds/765670327101905359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050328374683865161&amp;postID=765670327101905359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/765670327101905359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/765670327101905359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/2007/09/september-fun-part-2-harvesting-fun.html' title='September Fun - Part 2: harvesting fun'/><author><name>Jack's mom</name><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/_oqEUHawaS-o/RvSX2G3zj5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Gbh2pklqAn4/s72-c/GardenBlanketed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050328374683865161.post-1507876301428691846</id><published>2006-10-28T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:19:45.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bento That Was Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RqV4GTdOqPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5ePWSnZnGAA/s1600-h/IMG_6258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RqV4GTdOqPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5ePWSnZnGAA/s320/IMG_6258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090607003509631218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictured above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Vietnamese chicken salad; teriyaki chicken and jasmine rice; orange slices; cucumbers, carrots and ranch dip; carrot and broccoli stalk stars and ducks for garnish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made two bentos last Thursday night, but only one was eaten.  Husband, amidst such stress at work, forgot to eat his bento. I even called him at 3 PM (because I know him), to remind him to eat it, or to see how it was. I didn't want him to spoil his appetite for our dinner out that night. He admitted that he hadn't eaten it yet. What he didn't admit until during dinner was that he totally forgot about it (even though it was on his desk) and rushed off to make it to lunch before the cafeteria closed.&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrggh....:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son, on the other hand, ate most of his bento. I noticed that the juice box was unopened - he said he was too busy eating to ever open it! I could hardly believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest lesson: bentos really only are fun to make if the majority of ingredients are totally ready for consumption, ready to pack. I had to cook the chicken that night and that really added on to the time needed to make the bento. I had to do it all the night before, because I knew Husband was going to leave early for work. Turns out, we all overslept, and then, he didn't even eat that bento!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050328374683865161-1507876301428691846?l=jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/feeds/1507876301428691846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050328374683865161&amp;postID=1507876301428691846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/1507876301428691846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/1507876301428691846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/2006/10/bento-that-was-forgotten.html' title='The Bento That Was Forgotten'/><author><name>Jack's mom</name><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/_oqEUHawaS-o/RqV4GTdOqPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5ePWSnZnGAA/s72-c/IMG_6258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050328374683865161.post-5083357224208078189</id><published>2006-10-10T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:19:45.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummus on Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RqV59jdOqRI/AAAAAAAAACE/dwtygYVWFeM/s1600-h/IMG_6128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RqV59jdOqRI/AAAAAAAAACE/dwtygYVWFeM/s320/IMG_6128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090609052209031442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictured above:  &lt;/strong&gt;whole wheat English muffin with hummus and lettuce; cucumbers and feta, grape tomatoes, and Annie's Sour Cream &amp;amp; Onion bunnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bento bento bento, I love you every day&lt;br /&gt;bento bento bento, I love you every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bento bento bento, you're the lunch for me&lt;br /&gt;bento bento bento, how healthy we will be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050328374683865161-5083357224208078189?l=jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/feeds/5083357224208078189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050328374683865161&amp;postID=5083357224208078189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/5083357224208078189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/5083357224208078189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/2006/10/hummus-on-thomas.html' title='Hummus on Thomas'/><author><name>Jack's mom</name><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/_oqEUHawaS-o/RqV59jdOqRI/AAAAAAAAACE/dwtygYVWFeM/s72-c/IMG_6128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2050328374683865161.post-8401112608984385461</id><published>2006-10-09T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:19:45.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bento Beginnings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RqV6lDdOqSI/AAAAAAAAACM/egsNyXdV2Xs/s1600-h/IMG_6124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqEUHawaS-o/RqV6lDdOqSI/AAAAAAAAACM/egsNyXdV2Xs/s320/IMG_6124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090609730813864226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictured above:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; whole grain tortilla wrap with smoked turkey, American cheese, pesto and lettuce; Banilla yogurt with strawberry hearts; cucumbers and feta cheese, and more strawberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it! I've done 3 bento lunchboxes in a week! I actually think I could keep this up. And I love it! I would never have known that making lunch is fun. I barely get by with the basics without making Son and Husband lunch...but as long as it is a fun thing to do, I think it might last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my first one on the latest roll - I made one once before for Son, but this time I'm really putting my heart into it! (Sorry, I didn't realize the visual pun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son is SO excited about taking lunch.  He couldn't wait to use the new &lt;a href="http://www.laptoplunches.com/"&gt;laptop lunchbox&lt;/a&gt;, and it took awhile for me to be organized and start it up, but now I'm totally hooked. For months I've been reading bento blogs, and wanting so badly to be the kind of organized mom who makes lunches.&lt;br /&gt;(See my feed - &lt;a href="http://www.cookingcute.com/"&gt;cookingcute.com&lt;/a&gt; - she has links there of lots of lunch blogs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son loved his lunch so much. His friend wanted to try it, and also loved the turkey pesto wrap. He said he wanted me to make him lunches too! Ha! I AM a great mom. &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/03.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2050328374683865161-8401112608984385461?l=jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/feeds/8401112608984385461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2050328374683865161&amp;postID=8401112608984385461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/8401112608984385461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2050328374683865161/posts/default/8401112608984385461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjumpsfences.blogspot.com/2006/10/bento-beginnings.html' title='Bento Beginnings!'/><author><name>Jack's mom</name><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/_oqEUHawaS-o/RqV6lDdOqSI/AAAAAAAAACM/egsNyXdV2Xs/s72-c/IMG_6124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
