<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568</id><updated>2008-10-02T07:05:08.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dinosaur Boy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/atom.xml?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>545</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-7289967283454330385</id><published>2008-10-01T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:45:48.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Burping Sprite</title><content type='html'>This one is for the brachylophosaurus that they found in Montana.  He's a mummy dinosaur named Leonardo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/logo_sprite-794746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/logo_sprite-794739.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were at this rock museum the other night and you could pay a dollar to spin this wheel with numbers on it.  Whatever number you get, you look on a big board with numbers on it and you get what prize is on that number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a piece of wood that said "1 free drink" on it.  That means I got to have a free Coke, but I don't like Coke so I got Sprite.  But you know what's funny about Sprite?  It makes me burp accidentally, and when I accidentally burp, some strange smoke blows out my nose that smells and tastes like Sprite.  Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/7289967283454330385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=7289967283454330385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/7289967283454330385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/7289967283454330385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/10/burping-sprite.html' title='Burping Sprite'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-1707287325123620221</id><published>2008-09-21T20:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:07:49.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magical Golden Arches</title><content type='html'>This one is for the dinosaur mummy.  I started watching a show about the secrets of the dinosaur mummy, but I had to pause it so I could do my homework.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/mcdonalds-logo-799682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/mcdonalds-logo-799680.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know what I wonder?  How McDonalds cooks food so fast.  Dadda took us to McDonalds on the way to the airport yesterday and I can't even believe how fast they cook our food.  You tell them what you want and they have it ready so quick by the time you even drive up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, Mumma can't cook that fast.  I just don't know how they do it.  Maybe there is guys just waiting there and as soon as you tell them what you want they race to cook it.  But still that's way fast.  I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to think there is some kind of magic going on in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/1707287325123620221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=1707287325123620221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/1707287325123620221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/1707287325123620221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/09/magical-golden-arches.html' title='The Magical Golden Arches'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-2292200838470276158</id><published>2008-09-07T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:27:10.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Connor is Rich</title><content type='html'>This one is for Tammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5695-767566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5695-767563.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you know that Connor has $100?  He earned it all doing stuff like feeding our pets while we're gone and stuff like that.  I say that makes him rich, cause it's not often that a 12 year old boy has one hundred dollars like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think Kaden is wrong because he says a kid isn't rich until he has a thousand dollars.  I don't believe anything Kaden says because I can't really trust him.  So I'm thinking Connor is a rich guy.  I got some money for my birthday but not $100.  I got $20 and $10, but that's not even enough to buy a Game Boy.  BUT, I did spend it all on a WALL*E cartridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/2292200838470276158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=2292200838470276158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/2292200838470276158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/2292200838470276158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/09/connor-is-rich.html' title='Connor is Rich'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-4624627240646988592</id><published>2008-08-31T22:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:56:32.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colossal Squid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Dad's Note:  In this post, Bridger liveblogs a Discovery Channel documentary called "Colossal Squid."]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for the giant squid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/Mesonychoteuthis_hamiltoni-799796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/Mesonychoteuthis_hamiltoni-799792.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I been watching this show about a giant squid.  Oh, a giant squid came and striked and made these bubbles that said what the show is called, then you see it's eyes.  Wow, they're in Antarctica?   How can a squid survive when it's so freezing?  They accidentally caught a colossal squid on that boat.  I guess that's bigger than a giant squid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now they just brought in the fish that the squid was eating.  Blood all over the metal floor- they're going to have to get a new metal floor.  They got this Doctor guy on here and they say he's a squidoholic.  I'm a dinosaurholic and a squidoholic.  Did you know that Squidward on SpongeBob isn't a squid at all?  He's an octopus.  I don't know why he's named Squidward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they froze the squid and brought into a lab so they can cut it up.  That colossal squid has a tiger claw in his suction cup that turns all the way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, touch the tentacles- great idea.  You know you're going to get your fingers stuck on those tentacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W0w, they only live for a year and a half.  Small life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's been looking for a colossal squid for 20 years?  That's a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the scientist is showing us these gill things and saying that's not blood there because a squid's blood is actually blue.  Cool.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/4624627240646988592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=4624627240646988592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/4624627240646988592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/4624627240646988592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/08/colossal-squid.html' title='Colossal Squid'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-7595524731953061167</id><published>2008-08-26T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:33:50.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5559-1-792917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5559-1-792913.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one will be a quick one because it's bed time and I have school in the morning.  What a great year this will be in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I was eating chickies yesterday and they had an after taste that was very familiar to me.  It reminded me of something I ate a long time ago.  I remember lots of things from a long time ago, like when I poured blood and almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started remembering more about that the other day.  I remembered what happened when I first started bleeding and Mumma was talking to the lawn guy.  Then I don't really remember anything until I was in the helicopter and I was really worried that they would forget to shut the door.  But luckily they remembered.  They were poking me and poking me and then I was in the hospital.  The only thing I can't remember right is when they gave me Tonsil the bear.  It's like I remember two versions of what happened.  I wish I could remember that part right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Dad's Note:  'Chickies' are chicken nuggets, the only form of meat the boy will touch.  For newcomers to Bridger's blog who may be a bit confused about this 'pouring blood' experience, you can read the original post: '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2006/07/i-almost-went-to-jesus.html"&gt;I Almost Went to Jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/7595524731953061167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=7595524731953061167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/7595524731953061167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/7595524731953061167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/08/flashbacks.html' title='Flashbacks'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-1456945711950392483</id><published>2008-08-17T22:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:33:30.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Birthday, Dinosaur Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/IMG_5954-785523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/IMG_5954-785516.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dinosaur boy with a very special dinosaur birthday ribbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/IMG_5946-785633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/IMG_5946-785627.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WALL-E cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/1456945711950392483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=1456945711950392483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/1456945711950392483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/1456945711950392483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/08/happy-7th-birthday-dinosaur-boy.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday, Dinosaur Boy!'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-2909208046109162259</id><published>2008-08-12T23:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:10:55.078-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Land Before Time'/><title type='text'>The Stone of Cold Fire: Another classic film review by the Dinosaur Boy</title><content type='html'>This one is for McCall.  Coulter calls her Mister Call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/stone-of-cold-fire-778622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/stone-of-cold-fire-778617.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I watched a great Land Before Time.  It's one of my favorites and it's called The Stone of Cold Fire.  That's the one where Petrie's uncle, Pterano, comes to the Great Valley and does all kinds of bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for somebody watching it to tell that Pterano is a bad guy, but it takes Petrie way long to figure that out.  That's cause Pterano is his uncle, and it's hard to believe your own uncle would be a bad guy.  Even Cera and Ducky already figured out that Pterano was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Petrie hears Ducky scream and Littlefoot tells Petrie that it's Pterano but he doesn't believe it, then Petrie flies up and says, "Let Ducky go!"  Pterano says, "This isn't what it looks like."  But Petrie found out that Pteran was trying to kidnap Ducky.  So then Petrie found out that Pterano really wanted to take over the Great Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ducky didn't die.  She fell in this cave in some really freezing water and the others rescue her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, Pterano wasn't a good leader, because some of the pack believed him and he led them to the Mysterious Beyond and they all died from a thousand velociraptors.  These were gray and black raptors.  I've seen orange and red raptors in other Land Before Time movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Dad's Note:  Clear as mud, huh?  Check out Wikipedia's summary of this prehistori c blockbuster &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Land_Before_Time_VII:_The_Stone_of_Cold_Fire"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/2909208046109162259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=2909208046109162259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/2909208046109162259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/2909208046109162259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/08/stone-of-cold-fire-another-classic-film.html' title='The Stone of Cold Fire: Another classic film review by the Dinosaur Boy'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-672180890644310284</id><published>2008-08-03T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:09:00.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Thoughts From Coulter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Dad's Note:  Tonight, Bridger's little brother, Coulter, takes over blogging responsibilities to relate a poem that he made up.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5099-711149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5099-711134.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jesus ring-a my bell,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus open my door,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus come in my house,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus say, "Shhhh...Be kiet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Who says 2-year-olds don't listen to family night lessons?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/672180890644310284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=672180890644310284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/672180890644310284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/672180890644310284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/08/sunday-thoughts-from-coulter.html' title='Sunday Thoughts From Coulter'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-5442932690765081356</id><published>2008-08-01T22:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:44:53.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weston's Headphones and Plankton's Computer Wife</title><content type='html'>This one is for my toy crane I got from the D.I.  It's awesome, but I can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did some scientific experiments today with Weston's headphones- thank goodness Ammon reminded me!  And Dad even remembered to remind me.  I totally didn't think he would remember, so I worried about it all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I got those headphones and tried them out in Dadda's computer first.  I heard Plankton's computer wife.  Then I tried it out in Dadda's phone, but don't worry, I didn't touch any buttons or call 911 like Angel did a few days ago.  I didn't hear anything in Dadda's phone, so I tried Mumma's.  Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried our fly boat and it didn't really fit.  So really the only experiment that worked was in Dadda's 'puter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Dad's Note:  "Plankton's computer wife" refers to the Plankton character on SpongeBob SquarePants, who's wife is a talking computer.  Bridger calls the voice on my AT&amp;amp;T voice simulation software "Plankton's computer wife."  And what do you know, Plankton's computer wife just happened to be talking when Bridger came over with the headphones.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/5442932690765081356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=5442932690765081356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/5442932690765081356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/5442932690765081356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/08/westons-headphones-and-planktons.html' title='Weston&apos;s Headphones and Plankton&apos;s Computer Wife'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-2858281939275225314</id><published>2008-07-31T23:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:05:37.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Jurassic Park</title><content type='html'>This one is for the t-rex on Jurassic Park.  I watch that show every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/jurassic-park-3-7-779891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/jurassic-park-3-7-779736.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you know one thing I love about Jurassic Park?  The music.  Especially the terrifying music when the raptors are chasing the kids.  My favorite part of that show is every part.  I was thinking about that show when we went to Chilis tonight, so I took that kids menu and drew velociraptors all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how they make dinosaurs in that movie?  They find amber with mosquitoes in it and they get some old dino DNA out of there.  DNA is kind of a cool thing.  It stands for deoxyribonucleic acid.  It's hard to explain what it looks like, but it's in your body all over.  It's a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, somebody please remind me that I'm going to do some science experiments with Weston's headphones tomorrow.  I'm going to put them on and plug them into all kinds of things and see if I can hear inside stuff.  I don't want to forget to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/2858281939275225314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=2858281939275225314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/2858281939275225314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/2858281939275225314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/07/thoughts-on-jurassic-park.html' title='Thoughts on Jurassic Park'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-1042550733288214069</id><published>2008-07-25T12:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:03:55.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking About Monsters, Inc.</title><content type='html'>This one is for Tiffy.  I haven't done one for Tiff in a long time.  When we were camping 3 weeks ago I slept in her tent all the nights.  We told stories, but not scary ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/boomonster-763706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/boomonster-763699.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I been thinking about Monsters, Inc. a lot lately, probably because I been watching that movie a lot lately.  So I got this idea that I would draw my own monsters that kind of look like the ones on Monsters, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/1042550733288214069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=1042550733288214069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/1042550733288214069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/1042550733288214069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/07/thinking-about-monsters-inc.html' title='Thinking About Monsters, Inc.'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-3744975599153023222</id><published>2008-07-20T21:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:14:34.630-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiments'/><title type='text'>Carnival Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5315-789601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5315-789594.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know what I'm going to do when I grow up besides being a soldier and a surfer?  I'm going to build a carnival and run it.  There will be a dinosaur land and an experiment land.  There's gonna be a store where you can buy dinosaurs and experiments and it will be really cheap.  The best toys will be the cheapest, because I know what it's like to go to a shop and the best things are so expensive.  So these will be cheap so even poor kids can get some good toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be 3 restaurants: Dino Burger, Sea Sandwich, and Experiment Casa.  Experiment Casa is where you can get really good deserts that are healthy.  That way people like Dadda can get some good desert that doesn't have any sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be lots of rides and games and fun things to do, but you also get to learn stuff like all about dinosaurs and bugs.  When you come in the door you get to walk through this huge dinosaur and see what his insides look like.   There will also be a zoo section with lots of land and sea animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be such a cool carnival, but I just have to figure out a name for it.  When I figure out a name for it I'll write it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/3744975599153023222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=3744975599153023222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/3744975599153023222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/3744975599153023222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/07/carnival-dreams.html' title='Carnival Dreams'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-1294588537225277011</id><published>2008-07-13T22:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:57:04.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly For Sale</title><content type='html'>This one is for Stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5357-781221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5357-781215.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a beautiful butterfly that I caught and I'm trying to sell him.  Me and Weston walked down the street yesterday asking people if they want to buy that butterfly for two quarters.  But nobody wanted to buy him.  I'm wondering if lots of people are on b-b-budgets.  I'm thinking about lowering the price to a dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/1294588537225277011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=1294588537225277011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/1294588537225277011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/1294588537225277011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/07/butterfly-for-sale.html' title='Butterfly For Sale'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-4508550830314536534</id><published>2008-07-09T22:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:01:47.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone: Day 3 (because I can't really remember day 2)</title><content type='html'>This one is for me and West's transforming cars.  We got them a long time ago but we just barely found them again because they were in our messy closet.  Mine are a snake and a t-rex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about Yellowstone day 3 because I can't really remember day 2.  We probably watched Old Faithful a lot, though.  I remember we were trying to get to Morning Glory- that's dad's favorite geyser- but we never made it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing we did on day 3 was walk on this wooden trail to see all kinds of geysers.  There was this one that just kept going and going and going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something scary happened right next to the geyser that somebody died in trying to save their dog.  There was this wolf that tried to kill us.  People were feeding it and it was howling to it's friends and they howled back.  We were trying to get back to the car, but that wolf was howling and scaring the people that were feeding it.  Finally we just walked slowly past it and got in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was these ladies at the zoo today that had a wolf and I said, "Hey, that's just like the one that tried to kill us."  One of the ladies tried to tell me that wolves would never do that.  Maybe she should be at Yellowstone by that howling wolf.  Then we'll see if she thinks they aren't dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Dad's Note:  He might not remember day 2 so much because we got back to the hotel from Angel's ER visit at about 4AM.  The geyser where somebody died trying to save their dog is Celestine Pool, and the story's true.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/4508550830314536534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=4508550830314536534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/4508550830314536534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/4508550830314536534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/07/yellowstone-day-3-because-i-cant-really.html' title='Yellowstone: Day 3 (because I can&apos;t really remember day 2)'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-2148689329072296418</id><published>2008-06-27T22:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:46:56.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone: Day 1</title><content type='html'>This one is for Miss Lori.  I got your letter, Miss Lori, and thanks so much cause I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5246-796446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5246-796441.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my journal of Yellowstone.  We got here really late at night last night and I don't really remember everything, except for we stayed in this big log cabin by Old Faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Faithful is the most famous geyser in the whole wide world.  It's called Old Faithful because it's true blue.  You can always depend on it.  It's full of dinosaur water from the center of the earth.  The lava makes it hot so it sprays out.  It's cool, but we watched it a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something sad about this day because Angel got sick.  We sped and sped to find a hospital to make her better, and finally we found one by Weston's lake.  Mumma went in with Angel and we stayed out with Dadda and said a special prayer for her.  They were in there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the doctor said we had to go to the hospital way, way far away.  Me and Weston and Coulter were so good because we knew Angel was very sick and Mumma and Dadda were so stressed out.  Then all the sudden we were out of the forest jungle and in this town far away.  We went to Wal-Mart and got Angel a special baby and got chickies at Wendy's and waited and waited at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it went ok because then Angel started getting better.  I sure love that stinkin' little girl.  Then I went to sleep and we were in the forest again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Dad's Note:  Angel had a high fever we couldn't control, which necessitated an ER visit in Cody, WY, some 90 miles away, at 2AM.  We never really found out what was wrong, but she is recovering.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/2148689329072296418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=2148689329072296418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/2148689329072296418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/2148689329072296418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/06/yellowstone-day-1.html' title='Yellowstone: Day 1'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-6427347236393335636</id><published>2008-06-18T08:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:10:19.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sneaker Spider'/><title type='text'>My Zebra Spider</title><content type='html'>This one is for Simon on Alvin and the Chipmunks.  What a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I got?  I caught a zebra spider.  I put it in a baggie until Mumma got me a jar.  Dadda was really scared putting the spider in the jar.  That's funny that Dadda is afraid of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spider has blue teeth and he's black and white like a zebra.  I been feeding him ants, but I caught a sneaker spider the other day and fed it to my zebra spider.  He caught that sneaker spider and sucked his guts right out.  It was kind of cool, but kind of sad because I really do like sneaker spiders.  I would never feed my pet sneaker spider to my zebra spider because I love him too much.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/6427347236393335636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=6427347236393335636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/6427347236393335636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/6427347236393335636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/06/my-zebra-spider.html' title='My Zebra Spider'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-8504516604886261487</id><published>2008-06-14T23:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:06:14.981-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture of the Week'/><title type='text'>Picture of the Week: Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5143-736701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5143-736695.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/8504516604886261487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=8504516604886261487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/8504516604886261487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/8504516604886261487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/06/picture-of-week-angel.html' title='Picture of the Week: Angel'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-1849072282981063474</id><published>2008-06-11T08:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:59:02.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaur Pictures by Sketcher Boy</title><content type='html'>This one is for this kid named Sketcher Boy who draws lots of pictures of things and has a blog just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/Andrews-783080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See this picture of a therazinosaurus? It's an awesome picture. I knew it was a therazinosaurus the first time I saw it, even before I read the name at the top. He drew it so good that I could totally tell. I'm going to have Dadda put some more of his dinosaur pictures here so all the people that read my blog can see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[Dad's Note: Check out Sketcher Boy's blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://sketcherboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/Andrews1-726523.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/1849072282981063474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=1849072282981063474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/1849072282981063474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/1849072282981063474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/06/dinosaur-pictures-by-sketcher-boy.html' title='Dinosaur Pictures by Sketcher Boy'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-3942326727252601152</id><published>2008-06-08T23:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:11:04.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bluegill: A Very Cute Fish</title><content type='html'>This one is for my dog, Rex.  He's such a nice dog.  He knows when you're sad and he'll come over to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/bluegill-711437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/bluegill-711433.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you know my favorite fish?  It's the bluegill.  That's the little fish that swim in our lake.  Connor and Kaden caught one with a net and cut it up with a pocket knife.  It was kind of sad because the bluegill is a really cute fish.  You gotta watch out for their spine, though.  It's dang sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor cut that fish up and gave me the head and Weston the tail.  The head still has a little bit of the spine on it still because he couldn't cut it all the way.  I put that head in a plastic baggie so I can keep it at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/3942326727252601152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=3942326727252601152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/3942326727252601152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/3942326727252601152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/06/bluegill-very-cute-fish.html' title='The Bluegill: A Very Cute Fish'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-3767044029385070168</id><published>2008-05-31T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:54:34.987-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture of the Week'/><title type='text'>Picture of the Week: Robo Raptor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_4924-751094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_4924-751089.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/3767044029385070168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=3767044029385070168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/3767044029385070168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/3767044029385070168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/05/picture-of-week-robo-raptor.html' title='Picture of the Week: Robo Raptor'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-7322785492274459721</id><published>2008-05-28T22:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:42:07.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man vs Wild'/><title type='text'>Camping in the Snow</title><content type='html'>This one is for my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5064-787169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5064-787162.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm watching this cool movie called "The Last Unicorn."  It's about this unicorn that wonders if she's the only unicorn in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really wanted to talk about that we went camping in our motor home.  It was in the mountains and there was snow there and everything was muddy.  It was so fun because Quinton and Preston were there and we played all night.  I got a little dirty cause I had to slide down a steep hill, but I didn't get as dirty as Preston did.  He got way muddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of cold though and I had to change my socks.  The coolest part was this teeny little waterfall I found.  It was just a big rock with water coming out of it.  Also there was a big old square of quicksand.  I didn't go by it, but even if I accidentally fell in I would be able to get out ok because Bear Grylls taught me how to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a big fire and stayed up way late to talk about SpongeBob and tell scary stories.  Then we went to bed and listened to songs and told stories and played fun imagination games.  It was definitely a good camping trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/7322785492274459721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=7322785492274459721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/7322785492274459721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/7322785492274459721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/05/camping-in-snow.html' title='Camping in the Snow'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-3563224949146898051</id><published>2008-05-23T17:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:44:28.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday, theDinosaurBoy.com!!</title><content type='html'>Dad's Note:  A quick post before the boy and I go camping.  Today marks Bridger's blog's  second anniversary.  Two years ago today he made his Web debut with the following words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My name is Bridger. I am 4 years old. I love dinosaurs. They are the most powerful creatures to ever walk the earth.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Blogger has been bogged down with technical problems the last few days, so I'll post a few pictures tomorrow.  For now, Happy Birthday, theDinosaurBoy.com!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/3563224949146898051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=3563224949146898051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/3563224949146898051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/3563224949146898051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/05/happy-2nd-birthday-thedinosaurboycom.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday, theDinosaurBoy.com!!'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-3202113611680055385</id><published>2008-05-22T07:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:08:42.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing In Harmony; UPDATE: Photo added</title><content type='html'>This one is for Miss Lori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5034-727672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_5034-727665.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had my acting class play and I did so good. I thought the costumes would be dumb but they were pretty cool. I was Squirt the turtle, but my shell was so heavy. I did my part really good and Miss Lori was very proud. She sure was beautiful at the play. Dadda took lots of video and I told him to put some video on here so that people like Katie and my school teacher can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we weren't on stage we sat down and waited for our parts. There was ladies back there reminding us to be quiet. Then we sang all the songs like "Yellow Bird" and "Matilda" and "Harmony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I DID NOT like the princess songs. Whenever I have to sing princess songs, I just pretend to sing them. My favorite part of the play is when the boys are bees. That's the funnest part and the bee costumes are the comfiest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lori gave me a trophy after the play. I love it because it's the only trophy I've ever got. I didn't even get a trophy for tee-ball. That trophy made me so glad. I'm so glad I decided not to quit my acting class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was over Miss Lori was talking, but I don't remember anything she said. I couldn't see her face because I was standing behind her, but it sounded like she was crying happy tears. That's just like when people give talks in church- they cry happy tears. I think she had happy tears because we are special to her.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/3202113611680055385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=3202113611680055385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/3202113611680055385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/3202113611680055385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/05/sing-in-harmony.html' title='Sing In Harmony; UPDATE: Photo added'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-148398562611456101</id><published>2008-05-16T22:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:44:19.746-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>The Secret Surprise</title><content type='html'>This one is for my teacher.  I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_4885-717139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/uploaded_images/100_4885-717130.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our field trip today and mumma got to come.  It was at the museum.  They had a real helicopter there that was the same helicopter I flew in when I poured blood and almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to our classroom, we had this secret surprise that we been planning for a long time.  Teacher taught us all a song about love and we practiced it one last time.  Then this guy came in our classroom and brought a girl.  I don't really know what was going on, but we sang this song and then that guy gave the girl a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present was a Build-a-Bear that says "I love you" when you push it's paw.  Then he got on his knee and gave her a ring.  The girl started crying, but it was happy tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sang that special song again and got our picture with them.  Then they left.  And that was the secret surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/148398562611456101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=148398562611456101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/148398562611456101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/148398562611456101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/05/secret-surprise.html' title='The Secret Surprise'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620568.post-5279544916402679361</id><published>2008-05-06T22:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:48:24.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle Paradise</title><content type='html'>This one is for a therazinosaurus.  Not a lot of kids my age seem to know about him, but he's one of the coolest dinos ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this place I love to go with Preston and we call it the Miracle Paradise.  It's this yard where another kid named Bridger lives and it's so wonderful to be in.  First you go over the bridge and then through these gates and you're in the Miracle Paradise.  There's fun toys all over everywhere too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks pretty back there because of the tall green weeds and colorful bricks.  There's green ones and blue ones and gray ones but there's not really a pattern.  I love them because they feel so smooth on your feet.  I love the Miracle Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Dad's Note:  I would have taken a picture of the Miracle Paradise to post above, but "the new Bridger's" family might have thought I was weird.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/5279544916402679361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620568&amp;postID=5279544916402679361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/5279544916402679361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620568/posts/default/5279544916402679361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedinosaurboy.com/2008/05/miracle-paradise.html' title='The Miracle Paradise'/><author><name>Bridger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915088673618352027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>