<?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-8252444297334464793</id><updated>2012-02-06T16:17:54.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning....</title><subtitle type='html'>"And you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength." Mark 12:30</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-4872261288564326488</id><published>2012-01-04T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T20:02:06.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's New Path....</title><content type='html'>Well foremost what can I say about the year 2011...(one word)...Bad!!!!!!! I'm being very nice because I'm a Christian!! Most of the year for me, was trying to make the hardest decision in my life....leaving my best friend, soul mate and my first true love!! Also my two precious kid's going through a divorce!! I decided on Aug. 27 that it was over....he told me in so many words that he didn't love me and he wanted out also!! We said goodbye to our Marriage on November 8 and now I'm a single divorced mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New path right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living in a house with three bedrooms, a husband, and a made up life that was weaking my faith each day!!..... I now find myself living with my parents because I don't get any help from him!! I find myself wondering why I had waited for so long to get out when he did not love me anymore!! I now find myself getting stronger each new day in my faith!! Wondering what god has in store for me next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not going to be one of those percentages...where they say that marriages are going to fail (because of)!! I thought i had found someone who loved me and adored me! He had flaw's but I over looked them all the time!! Made excuses for him...and Lied over and over about anything and everything!! But still I wanted this marriage to work!! But a Marriage does not work if only one person is working at it...and that's what I was doing!! When we would go out in public we would smile and act like a family!! Smiles and Laughs...and all the while I knew deep down in my heart that he had a alternate life he was living and I was not apart of!! So it makes me very sick and ill...that now my life is one of the percentages that everyone talks about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God has been so good to me...he never left me in any way!! He was and is that shoulder I cried on in the middle of the night...when there was nobody else around!! He was and is that friend I could talk to and knew exactly what was going on with my life!! So for the next year...I am going to grow in my faith and understanding!! I am going to strive to be the best Christian, Mother, Daughter, Sister I can be!! I am on God's new Path and I am having the faith and Prayer to stay on this Path!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never will I Leave you; never will I forsake you."..."The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's New Path.....and God is in Control!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-4872261288564326488?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/4872261288564326488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=4872261288564326488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4872261288564326488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4872261288564326488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2012/01/gods-new-path.html' title='God&apos;s New Path....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-7299545043233035441</id><published>2010-03-19T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:35:00.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish Life would just freeze...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, it's been a very long time since I blogged!! But there was little bird told me to start up again!! I'm wishing right now that my life would just slow down a bit!! I know it's not going to happen. So I'm going to try to catch you all up in one post...so HANG ON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;1.)First of all as you can tell we did have our little princess!! Her name is Bethany, she was born on September 14, 2009 at 8.27am weighing 8.3lb and 22" long!! Everything went just as planned no complication's!! We are very proud of her!! She was and still is a Surprise Miracle!! Carson's loves her and is very protective of her!! I couldn't ask for more!! We are complete!! One Boy and One Girl!! She has grown so much and now she is on Baby Food!! She weighs 13.6lb and is 25" long at six weeks!! She laughs and coos at everybody!! Her best feature is her hair!! There is so much of it, I don't really know if we can wait till one year!! But I am loving picking out dresses, hair bows, and most of what she wears or owns is pink!! So that has become one of my favorite color's!! She has learned to turn over and loves to stand up while holding her!! We play a game called 1,2,3!! She starts by laying down, then you count 1,2,3 by the time three rolls around she has pulled herself up and standing!! It's fun, and she already knows how to count 1,2,3!! I know, I'm sorry you have missed so much of her, but that's life!! Our very fast life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;2.)Being a Big Brother...Carson started 4yr old preschool!! He goes to School of the 21st Century at Oak wood. He is now five year's old!! With the help of President Obama and his stimulus money, Carson got a Preschool Scholarship for preschool. His teacher is Mrs. Karla!! During the first couple of week's of school, they had noticed he was slow in many area's of his learning abilities!! So they set up a meeting with us and we decided to put in him some special development classes. As of right now his test scores reflect 80% of improvement!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Since he is in school he has really blossomed into a very smart little boy!! He knows all of his color's, shapes, and most of his letter's!! He also can write his name, I know it's just preschool but I am very proud of him. It wasn't to long ago that we where feeding him baby food!! He is also getting very tall...but still a very skinny boy!! As the big change happened to us as a family, he has changed also!! The expatiation of him is higher...We expect that he mind and listen more, to help out with us since we have a baby!! I hate it for him because he was my baby for many year's, it's just hard for me to treat him as a Big Boy not a Baby!! But he was my first...and the bound will never go away!! Because he has been through so much, I want to place a big bubble around him and protect him!! So in order to do that in real life, I place him in God's hand's (my bubble). So life for him has been really exciting and thrilling!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;3.)Being a new Daddy, David is just as cute with her as ever!! When he talks or smiles at her. Her whole face just light's up!! She is definitely going to be Daddy's Little Girl!! He helps with me some, he just stays so busy working!! He is going through some emotional issues also!! Back in December he lost his mother!! The call came Dec.4 from his Dad, that his mom was hurting and not feeling well!! He wanted David to come and help him get her to the hospital, so David told him that he would be there soon. But the call came back that his mom was sitting on the toilet and he was holding her up and she wasn't breathing right!! So David took off and got there within ten min. by the time he got there she had quit breathing!! David tried to do CPR on her but it was to late!! The only thing we know, is we think her Blood Pressure bottom out!! Anyway we had to go through the Funeral Stuff and we put her in the grave Dec. 7!! It hasn't been easy on him nor us!! His Dad cannot read and so we where having to take care of him and pay the bills. But to our surprise he took a few women out to eat. (On a Date) And by January 22, he was remarried!! I know that seems very fast but he knew this woman all his life, she lost her husband back in May. So they made up there minds neither one of them wanted to be alone in this world!! So they got married. I love her, she loves my kid's!! It's been hard on David, but he says if his Dad is happy so is he!! What is so bad about all this, David keeps his emotion's to his self!! I want him to talk to me and he won't. But we are working on it. We just spent the weekend in Little Rock for our 11th Anniversary and we both enjoyed it and needed it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;4.)Ok as for myself..I am the glue that keeps on sticking!! I am just trying to keep us all together. I make sure that everything is been taking care of at home, that everyone is feed and clothed. I love my kid's and my husband!! I still have no clue what I am doing. So I learn everyday on how to do this parent thing!! I may do it wrong or wright but the only thing is that I please God on how I did it!! But having the Baby put a issue on my Blood Pressure, i was put on med's. I'm not on them anymore. But there are time's I feel the BP go sky high but as of right now everything seems to be good. I just have to keep a close eye on it!! So that's about all of me!! It's just been a major roller coaster ride that will not stop!! I am determined to make 2010 a much better year for my family!! There where just so many changes, it's a wonder that we all survived!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;So I hope you enjoyed reading all the major issues that we went through. I will try to post more on the Blog in a couple of weeks!! So until then...you will just have to wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-7299545043233035441?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/7299545043233035441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=7299545043233035441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7299545043233035441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7299545043233035441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-life-would-just-freeze.html' title='I wish Life would just freeze...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2603359258852203930</id><published>2009-08-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:19:10.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well Pregnant lady is back!! I know it's been a really long time since I posted!! It just seems I am on a very fast train, trying to slow down!! But know one is listening to me!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! Last time I blogged I was 23 weeks pregnant, now I am 34 weeks!! Doing good!! She is growing and moving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;!! I had a baby shower a couple of weeks ago!! Got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of pink things and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; items!! So I am getting very excited!! I will post pictures in a couple of day's!! Got the nursery done, and we have been moving into it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carson has been really good, but there is going to be a little Jealousy going on with him!! He thinks all her things are his!! Which they where at one time, but they are Bethany's right now!! At this point we will be going in the hospital on September 14, at 7:30 for a c-section!! So it's not to much longer!! If I don't get to post anymore!! Please remember us in your prayers!! This is very exciting chapter in our lives!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2603359258852203930?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2603359258852203930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2603359258852203930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2603359258852203930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2603359258852203930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-5515867532598062938</id><published>2009-05-24T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:59:41.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21, 22, 23 weeks countdown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know it's been a few weeks since I blogged last!! Sorry, life is crazy.... Anyway I am doing fine, we went to the Dr. last Wed. to check the Baby in detail!! As I have blogged in the past, Carson had a Kidney problem when he was born. So they told me it was a Genic thing, so they wanted to make sure she was doing good!! So far everything looks good!! No sign of internal problems so far!! Thank God for that!! She weighs 13oz and is still a very active little girl!! We have come up with a name for her and we decided Bethany Leeann Roush!! Bethany is from the Bible, and Leeann is from both my Grandmother's!! Betty Lee and Mary Ann!! I am named after my mom, Amy Diann. So instead of another Diann I came up with naming her after the special women in my life!! I think it is very different and pretty!! Mostly David loves it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We finally got her bedding it is gingham with flowers, hearts, and a rainbow of colors!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I Love it!! It's like a little Garden for a Baby Girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340573820319613490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/Sh2HmBDmwjI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dyTZl4mDO7E/s320/lollipop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it over at Baby Depot in Memphis!! On Sale!!! The only thing I don't have is the Diaper Holder, Pillow's, and the Border!! But I can mix and match!! Ok, we found so much stuff at Baby Depot that didn't cost very much!! I bought a bassinet sheet, towels, and the car seat neck holder very cheap. I also bought her two new bottles!! I am using the Playtex Drop in Bottles, easy to use and Carson did wonderful with them!! I just have to get the nipples and the drop ins!! (This girl is not Breastfeeding) because it's just not for me!!! Sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only problem now, is I can't get into her bedroom!! We are having a yard sale June 6, so guess where our Junk is!! You got it her room!! Until we have the yard sale, her things are in my bedroom!! Including her Baby Bed!! We got Carson a Big Boy Bed!! For Four years he has slept in his Baby Bed/Toddler Bed!! We found a Twin Size Bed for him and he loves it, just having trouble staying in it!! He keep's falling off the Bed!! He likes his new Thomas the Train Sheets. So instead of taking the Baby Bed down, we moved into our room!! Carson till likes climbing inside the Crib, so we will see if he will try that when Bethany sleeps in it LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got her going home outfit this past weekend at Dillard's!! I kinda spent more money on her going home outfit than her other clothes!! I have been trying to catch sales!! Let me tell you JC Penny is the store!! Buy one outfit for regular price and get another for 99 cents!! It's a bargain!! So far it's been sleepers and little outfits!! Not alot of dresses because everything we have looked at is for the summer not fall! !But it's been fun, buying and finding pink items!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all doing good, just hard to believe that I am as far along as I am!! I only have 119 days to go and we will have a little Girl!! David is getting more excited!! He loves all the pink in the house, he tells me it's very different!! We are truly being blessed right now, God is still in control!! And we are just happy and content!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-5515867532598062938?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/5515867532598062938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=5515867532598062938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5515867532598062938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5515867532598062938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2009/05/21-22-23-weeks-countdown.html' title='21, 22, 23 weeks countdown...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/Sh2HmBDmwjI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dyTZl4mDO7E/s72-c/lollipop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-5591583876966701737</id><published>2009-05-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:45:12.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 weeks and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well it's twenty weeks!! And I can't believe that it is half way over!! I am doing good!! This week has really went good!! God keeps blessing us daily!! We have saved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; money to make our first big (Baby Payment). We have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maternity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;benefits&lt;/span&gt; so everything will come out of our own pocket's!! We have done good!! We have only bought what we need, nothing extra!! So it gives enough money to make the payments to the Dr. We have decided to act like it's a weekly payment and it doesn't seem that bad. Instead of coming up with five payments of $745.00, break it up by the week!! Which is like $186 a week and it doesn't seem all that bad!! There seems to be a calm feeling at our house!! I hope it's not the calm before the storm!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We took Saturday and cleaned the house from top to bottom, moved things around. All we like is moving the left over junk out of the babies room!! It was kinda of sad for David!! You see the babies room, was David's hobby room, inside held about 500 toy tractors!! So he packed them up in totes to put upstairs in the attic!! He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it just wished we had a bigger house to display his hard work of collecting!! He has been collecting toy tractors for years!! We are planning on having a yard sale in June to get ride of some old things!! So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things going on this past week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Since this weekend is Mother's Day my gift from my husband is....a day of shopping without Carson!! I know that seems silly, but I am wanted to go get some things for the baby and I would like to focus on what she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;need's&lt;/span&gt;!! So Carson is having a day out with daddy!! So Happy Mother's Day weekend to me!! I hope I will enjoy myself!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We are getting more and more excited about her coming into our lives!! I know God is with us and will continue to be with us!! God is in Control!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-5591583876966701737?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/5591583876966701737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=5591583876966701737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5591583876966701737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5591583876966701737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-weeks-and-counting.html' title='20 weeks and Counting...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-7280534086815277243</id><published>2009-04-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:21:59.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 weeks and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well i'm still here and pregnant!! She is a very active little girl!!  I just can't wait to see and hold her!! I can tell that I'm getting bigger, just scared to get on the scales!! I didn't like doing that before much less now that I'm pregnant!! I have been very good though, trying to eat healthy!! I have taken my vitamins every day and drinking alot of Orange juice!! The one thing that has been a very hard task for me, is laying off the soda's esp. COKE!! I love coke!! Before I found out that I was pregnant, I was drinking prob. three a day!! I am making it though!! I do have a coke every now and then!! I really don't think a few will hurt!! (I hope not) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But the excited thing happen this past weekend!! I bought her first sleeper's!! Pink and Purple!! I thought I would never be able to by little girl thing's!! I just hope the Dr. didn't miss read it!! My mom bought I don't know how many little outfits, with sock's, and bib's!! She just went crazy!! We are slowly buying things up, I'm just not any hurry!! Everything else is going to fast!! I have a couple of styles of bedding pick out, just waiting patiently!! Until my husband give me the ok to buy it!! LOL!! No we are just having to watch what we spend, because it is costing so much to have her!! We are just taking one thing at a time!! The big thing we are having to get is getting a bed for Carson!! So if you see any sales around Paragould on kid's bedding please let me know!! Well this pregnant women is getting tired and is fixing to go to bed!! Thanks for your Prayer's!! It's half way over and I still need them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-7280534086815277243?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/7280534086815277243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=7280534086815277243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7280534086815277243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7280534086815277243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2009/04/19-weeks-and-counting.html' title='19 weeks and counting...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8050634522514123592</id><published>2009-04-22T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:43:05.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 weeks Pregnant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well it's official, I am wearing Maternity Clothes now!! Mainly the pants!! Yesterday I wore, some jeans and could not button them!! I had to take a rubber band and fix it so I could not expose myself!! So that made me realize, I need to get in Maternity clothes sooner rather than later!! It's OK!! I had keep all the clothes from my first pregnancy!! So I'm not going to be out any money for bigger clothes, which is a blessing!! They are in the washer as we speak!! I showed mom my favorite outfit!! It is Black with Leopard print on it!! It is so comfy and looks cool!! My goal is to find a pretty pink top for my shower!! I had Blue with Carson, so pink for this little girl!! Anyway doing wonderful, it feels like a little butterfly moving around!! She is defiantly a very active little girl!! She doesn't like to stay in one place!! We are slowly getting her room cleared out!! We have sooooo much junk it's not even funny!! We need to get it cleared out to paint!! What is in there right now, is over 400 little toy tracker's, that my husband had collected!! He is willing to pack them up and move them in the attic. That's what we get for having only a three bedroom house!! Not enough room for our stuff!! We are very close in picking out a name for her! (I will let everyone know soon) so for right now she is my little butterfly. And to Carson, she is Baby Sissy!! Continue to keep us in prayer!! We are doing good, just worried about all the money we are having to come up with to pay for our little unexpected blessing!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8050634522514123592?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8050634522514123592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8050634522514123592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8050634522514123592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8050634522514123592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2009/04/18-weeks-pregnant.html' title='18 weeks Pregnant...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-731415536780315757</id><published>2009-04-19T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:20:06.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpeced Blessing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well I'm blogging for the 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time, and with this post, I have some big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;news&lt;/span&gt;. A very unexpected surprise came to our attention this past weekend!! We took a test last weekend that changed our life. A test that would change our lives and our faith forever!! Well to come out and say it, I am 17 weeks and 3 day's pregnant!! I was on the pill, and was wondering why I haven't had my monthly cycle in about a month and a half!! Well I took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EPT&lt;/span&gt; test the lines where very faint, I took a FIRST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;RESPONSE&lt;/span&gt; test the lines where very faint. I finally took one last test with Clear Blue Easy (a digital one), it came right out and said Pregnant or Not!! I waited for a few min. and it flashed up Pregnant. So there was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dyning&lt;/span&gt; anything I was having another baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So we went to the Dr. Friday, at 10:00am!! Due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; event's, I had change OB Dr.'s. The Doctor that delivered Carson, does not deliver anymore!! So we went with a Dr. Edward's!! He seems very nice and very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; about my health!! So he asked me how far along, I thought I was, I told him about 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wks&lt;/span&gt;!! I had a cycle in Feb. and was on the pill. The only month I missed was March, then part of April!! So he got our information, and then did a Ultra Sound!! So we did the Ultra Sound, as soon as he put the thing on my belly there she was!! Not a blob, not a speck!! But a full figure, with body parts, limbs, head, and spin!! I was more than 10 weeks that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;forsure&lt;/span&gt;!! Then he said I was 17 weeks and 1 day, I think David passed our!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; !! I really don't know because I was in shock myself!! The Dr., said do we want to know what it was!! I said can you tell? He said yes, I was having a Girl!! She was not scared of showing us, that she was indeed a girl!! (David tried to argue with the Dr., that is was a boy) He assured us that she was indeed a girl!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was a shock, it was mind blowing event, and it indeed is a test of our Faith!! You see I was on the pill, I had regular cycles, and I only missed one period!! I know in my heart that this is part of God's plan!! I have to believe that because we will not survive this event without him!! I'm just excited that I have all of Carson's baby things!! Plus I get to buy pink!! They tell me that this pregnancy will go fast!! Because I'm already half way done!! Put I am just praying that she will be fine and that everything goes good!! I will keep everyone posted, just remember to keep us in your prayer's!! This is a major event in our lives that we did not expect!! We are happy and overjoyed with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;announcement&lt;/span&gt;!! We can say that we are having a Little Girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here are some pictures of the test and of our 17 week ultra sound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326600610576788482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SevjCKXO7AI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OZYGW4mI1u0/s320/Pictures+from+feb-ap09ril+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604437556263330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/Sevmg6-PeaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/M4tIePbv2-U/s320/baby+girl+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326603103518264338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SevlTRSzDBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hy8SmuKKHi0/s320/baby+girl+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326603782653634850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/Sevl6zRSaSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/FJ4JLB7tHQ8/s320/baby+girl+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us, this little girl is apart of God's Plan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pray that everything will be ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-731415536780315757?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/731415536780315757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=731415536780315757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/731415536780315757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/731415536780315757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2009/04/unexpeced-blessing.html' title='Unexpeced Blessing...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SevjCKXO7AI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OZYGW4mI1u0/s72-c/Pictures+from+feb-ap09ril+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-7236261110469666218</id><published>2009-04-15T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:41:32.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer Out Loud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Please here my prayer!! I know the journey of life, is full of surprises!! And Lord I am a child of your kingdom and I pray that I find grace and favor in your eyes!! I cannot stay on this Journeywithout you Lord!! Please show me the way that you would have me to be!! I pray that you give me the wisdom and knowledge that I will do good for you!! This world is full of unexpected stumbling blocks and to know that you are with me!! I pray that you will give me peace of mind that this blessing in my life will be ok!! Make me a light for you Lord!! Lead me and Direct me in the path that I need to go!! Forgive me of my sins!! I ask this all in your name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-7236261110469666218?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/7236261110469666218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=7236261110469666218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7236261110469666218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7236261110469666218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayer-out-loud.html' title='A Prayer Out Loud...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-4737571040860363360</id><published>2009-03-05T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:00:29.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil get behind me, Lord take control....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well it's been one of those weeks!! I mean month's!! Does it feel like when you have something really good going, the Devil tries to knock it down? Well that's what I'm beginning to feel. We have some things going right now within our church, that are positive and exciting!! And I'm all for it, it's just like I'm looking right behind my shoulder, wondering what will go wrong next. We are in the planning stages of some big event's at our church. We are starting a puppet ministry and a ladies bible study. Now a couple of years ago, i would be all excited, and praising God, and just on fire for the Lord. Now let me tell you I am those things, but with a little bit of doubt!! Mainly because it seems that when I put my whole life, and heart in God's work here comes the Devil making himself at home. Now I am all for this added church work, but I need your prayers. Pray that we my succeed and that God will knock the Devil on his back side!! I have faith that it will all work out. It just I was here, in this same area of my life a couple of years ago. DOUBT and it doesn't want to go away. Please keep my little church in your prayer, because we want to succeed and be on fire for the Lord again. Lord take Control of my life that I will remove my doubt and fear's!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-4737571040860363360?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/4737571040860363360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=4737571040860363360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4737571040860363360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4737571040860363360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2009/03/devil-get-behind-me-lord-take-control.html' title='Devil get behind me, Lord take control....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-530092923970489510</id><published>2009-01-31T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:56:13.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Mississippi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Greetings from Mississippi! Thanks to my wonderful family who live in Hernando Ms. They have offered us to spend the night over here! As many have heard Arkansas was hit bad with Freezing rain and Cold Temp. Mr. Winter did not give us a break! I mean it looks like a Tornado has tore through our town and left the houses! We have truly lucky, as I look in our back yard we had huge limbs fall down and came within inches of our house. But God not only Blessed us there, for us we had heat and we could cook on our gas stove. We just could not sleep in our bed, nor take a hot shower!! Our elect came on for a spilt second, but the transformer blew!! Now we have to wait on the city to fix the main lines, then they will get to the small ones. So its just all about being patient!! Well between you and me, our patients are growing very thin. We had to get out of the house and leave town for a couple of days!! I know we are in God's hand's and he has protected us thus far and he will continue to do so as long as we keep in in the center of our life. We just have to give are all to him and he will be with us. I am not scared and I am not afraid, for I know he is with us through anything. Even Mr. Winter's ugly face!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-530092923970489510?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/530092923970489510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=530092923970489510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/530092923970489510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/530092923970489510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2009/01/greetings-from-mississippi.html' title='Greetings from Mississippi...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-6856444565188099569</id><published>2009-01-25T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:57:27.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Mess....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Well we are in a little bit of craziness as of this weekend at the Roush's!! It's a thing that I've been dreading on for quit sometime!! The end of Last summer we got enough money from our insurance to fix our roof. We knew the roof needed help, but neither one of us knew the extent of the situation!! To put it mildly we where about to have our bedroom roof come crashing down on top of us (while sleeping). So it had to be fixed. We put new decking on, new shingles, and we had free labor!! Friends and Relatives help us out. But when we fixed the bedroom roof, there was also some damage done inside!! So we both have been putting off the chore of fixing the problem. As long as the roof wasn't coming down we could handle the cosmic part!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So this weekend we took upon ourselves to clean everything out of the huge closet we have. And place around the house here and there!! My house is in such chaos, it's already driving me crazy. And it's only been the first full day of it. I know where the shoes, and pants, and shirt I have to wear tomorrow for work. But David, has no clue on where his things are!! So I guess, it will be a scavenger hunt in the morning. All the while Carson has loved the empty space. All he wants to do is run back and forth inside this huge closet of ours. I just hope it is all done in a couple of weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So here is what we are planning on doing!! First of all, Sheetrock mud the crack places, and paint, ceiling and walls. Then David is going to put new trim up along the top and sides of the closet. We have lived in this house for about seven years now, and we have never touch the closet. We just washed the racks and walls of the closet to get moved in. Now that we have the money and option we are doing it correctly. The people that had the house before, where not carpenter's. There is nothing in our old house that is square!! So it causes conflict when repairing anything. I fell in love with our house because of the huge closet. It holds everything we ever wanted and then some. Right now since I decorate for weddings, it holds three totes of decorations. Plus our sound system, quilts, and seasonal decor for the house, plus our clothes. So it is a multitask closet!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So we are working on the closet, finish that then put everything back in order. Then disassemble our bedroom, so that we can fix the bedroom problem. Like I said it has been a task I have been dreading for, for a long time. So wish us luck, because the Roush's have a big mess upon us right now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-6856444565188099569?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/6856444565188099569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=6856444565188099569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6856444565188099569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6856444565188099569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-mess.html' title='What a Mess....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-363296127557677349</id><published>2009-01-22T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:59:04.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet at Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;I am sitting at home in the peace and quiet, writing my very first blog of 2009, On my very own computer!!! It took a little while to get a computer, and to get on the Internet!! But my husband loves to shop at Pawn Shop's!! He loves to find all kind of things that people just can't use anymore or can't afford it. Well he found our Laptop there!! The owner gave him a really good price for it, we had our computer friend check it out. And thought it was a good deal and so he bought it for us for Christmas. It has exactly what we need on it. Since we are singing for church's now, it has a burner and a intones player. Plus it has Microsoft Office on it. It is really nice and today just&lt;br /&gt;today we got our Internet hook up at home. So guess what I'm blogging at home!!&lt;br /&gt;So you ask me what's been going on in our lives? Well nothing really interesting!! We have just been a little bit lazy&lt;br /&gt;around our house. For the last two Saturday's we have just hung out at home and watch movies!! It's been wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I guess with the hustle and bustle of Christmas we are all coming down off a holiday high!! We are just living one day&lt;br /&gt;at a time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;We did take a small little trip to Springfield Mo. this month!! We stop a Mameth Spring's and took some Pictures of Carson in front of the water. We went to the Bass Pro Shop to exchange David's Christmas Gift from Mom!! We spent four hours in the Bass Pro Shop it was alot of fun!! We ended up staying the night in a hotel, no change of clothes except Carson! It was very interesting but we had fun just roughing it a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Carson had to start back to pre-school after a two week holiday!! He didn't want to go back. He is back and they are learning about the shapes!! For the last three weeks every kid in Carson's class brought a object to show and tell. The first week was circle's, then squares, and this week is Triangle's!! It has been really good that the children can recognize there object with a shape!! They are fixing to start learning there address, full names and birthday's. We are to take a picture of the house and send it with him to recognize his house!! I am thankful each day, that he comes home and talks about school and all the friends he makes!! And he is only four year's old!!&lt;br /&gt;We are fixing to start on several project's in our house!! Earlier this past summer we fix our roof on the house. Well when we took the roof off our bedroom, they damaged the ceiling in our bedroom. So we are having to fix the ceiling and repaint our bedroom! We are also looking at getting new bedroom furniture for us with our income tax money!! WOO! Let me tell you the bedroom furniture we have, I've had since I turned one!! White with Gold trim on it!! I just turned 30, I believe I need grown up furniture don't you!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with all that going on, I have twisted my husband on turning our extra room into my Scrapbook room. We have been married for almost ten years and with every house we have lived in, my husband has had a room filled with Toy Tractors!! He has almost 400 or more little toy tractors!! It's crazy!! So with that he has had a room to put these toy's in and nothing else. We ll since I'm into a hobby now, I feel like I need a space now to hold my scrapbook things!! And a place for me to call my own. He really doesn't do anything with the tractor's, so they just sit on a self and collect dust. So for the past three or four month's it has been a on going argument of me taking over the room. So I believe that I have succeeded (THANKS for your help GINGER) with her help. I have kept pushing on and finally have succeeded!!&lt;br /&gt;So with a computer at home now I can blog and share my life more with you!! I hope you all have a good night and I wish you all well!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-363296127557677349?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/363296127557677349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=363296127557677349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/363296127557677349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/363296127557677349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2009/01/internet-at-home.html' title='Internet at Home...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-1051049969687540455</id><published>2008-12-31T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:23:48.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just wanted to stop for a moment and wish everyone a very Happy New Year!! I hope God will truly Bless you in the up coming year. May you keep God in the middle of your life and always turn to him when things go wrong. God Bless you and your family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wow, 2009!! Just can't hardly believe it that a new year is here!! This year has been a year of life lesson's, life mistakes, life blessings, and we learned a hard lesson about each other. There is not a person that I have been talking to that 08 was not without struggles and disappointment's. It just seemed that everywhere we looked, God was teaching us a lesson of some sort. Especially these last couple of months. Lost of work, people getting sick, loved ones dieing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There have been blessings this year, that we don't need to forget. God truly blessed us, in the fact we have a son, that have been released from the kidney doctor. God blessed me earlier this ear with the sense of me not being able to hear!! He blessed David when he was in a major car accident this year. He provided us the people and material's to fix our roof that was falling in on our house. He answered a major blessing in our life, that is to be unspoken!! God was also with us when me and David renewed our commitment to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So there is so much to be Thankful for and we owe all of our Blessing's to Him. I owe him so much, and I want to make a promise to him. That I plan on making 09 count, and not to look back on what could have been, but what the future has to offer. We can not look back, but instead look ahead. NONE OF US ARE CERTAIN OF OUR FUTURE. But I am certain if God is in our life he will help us through anything. So my Blessing for you this year, is make 09 count for God!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-1051049969687540455?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/1051049969687540455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=1051049969687540455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1051049969687540455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1051049969687540455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-1674479888170191264</id><published>2008-12-19T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:30:49.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is on it's way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOW...as I sit here at my desk, it's hard to believe that the entire month of December is almost over. There have been sooooo much going on it's not even funny!! Not really enough time to even blog. So what's been going on that has been so crazy, I will tell you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We had Carson's B-Day, Thanksgiving then Bame it's December. We decided to take Carson in for his four year checkup. Well he is average weight, he passed his eye exam, but failed the hearing exam. The right ear, there was no reading coming from it. So we decided to take him back to the ear specialist to get it checked out. They did the whole entire test on him, he ended up having a small ear infection, which caused him to loose some hearing at the time. So everything is good now. He also got his 4yr shots!! He did good, the last one they put in his arm hurt a little but he was such a brave boy. So we are set till he turns seven!! WOO--HOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So now we start planing the Ladies get together, that was DEC 12. We had such a good time, but it completely wore me out. I had so many craft things to work on. I made the Ladies, a Candy Ornament, a Glass Ball Ornament, a Gift Tag w/Scripture, and Filled a Stocking filled with Candy in it. &lt;strong&gt;Put it mildly I'm on a craft low right now!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I put so much time into working on those things for the ladies, that I didn't even make my Christmas Cards this year. I said &lt;strong&gt;NO WAY&lt;/strong&gt;, this year!! But we had a blast, we had a pretty elegant dinner, and everything was so pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I took three of our Long tables at church and placed them together and formed a large circle. Placed red silk table clothes on each of  them. Then I took a Wreath, placed red and green glass balls on it. Placed Christmas Light's around with green garland. The Ladies got to eat out of Christmas Dinner Plates that me and my mom had. The Stage was an old rocking chair, fake fireplace, and the church's Christmas Tree.  The whole thing was an event the Ladies said they would never forget. We played games and just enjoyed each other's company. We exchanged Ornament's. Plus everyone got a Door Prize to take home, from the church!! I think I've started a Christmas tradition over at our little church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We've also had to deal with two Death's this month. One of our church member's, house caught on fire and didn't make it out. His wife and kid's went to McDonald's, so they where not around, when it happened. But he had some problems with drinking and was depressed!! We cannot judge him, only God only knows what happen in the last hour's of his life. But we had to sing, and David was a Pal Bearer!! We had his funeral.  Then one of the men that we work with and came to church with us, lost his handicap daughter. She died very peacefully in her sleep. They said she had a smile on her face, like she was meeting the Angels!!  So we where asked to sing at her funeral!! It just so happened that I have a song, "On the wings of an Angel." Very fitting, I thought. I tell you what it's just been something else. You wonder why God places these event's in our lives at certain time's. I think it's a lesson that none of us, don't know the day nor the hour of our lives. So make each memory and moment last!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So as of right now, my focus is my son. And to celebrate Christmas with my family, friends, and just enjoy what this Christmas is all about. This is a special Christmas this year, because me and David have put our whole heart, mind and soul in the Christmas Gift's this year. I can't tell you what it is yet, but after Christmas I will inform you what it is!! It's a surprise for our family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So this brings us up to the weekend before Christmas, and I only like a few things to get, then I'm done!!!!!! Like I said I want to recognize that the true Gift of Christmas is that our Lord. Sent down his love into a baby, so that we could no what true love and life is all about. I'm so thankful to celebrate his birth. So tonight we will be watching Ginger Bales, Christmas program at her church. I'm excited about watching it!! May God Look Down on us, and Bless all of us this season!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-1674479888170191264?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/1674479888170191264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=1674479888170191264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1674479888170191264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1674479888170191264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-on-its-way.html' title='Christmas is on it&apos;s way...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2105325561911583189</id><published>2008-11-26T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:24:39.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting my Blessing's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!! May we count our many Blessings that God has bestowed upon us this year!! The Blessing's that God gave us through the year, are too many to count. God has been truly wonderful to us this year. He has protected us and provided for us, when we needed it. He watch over my husband with his wreck. He provided for us when we didn't know where it would come from. He took care of of Carson when he started school this year. He provided us the extra money to place a roof upon our head's. He nursed me back to health, from my hearing problem. We offer up our praise and thanks for taking care of us this year, and may remember to always give God the Thanks!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1621/1621693n6d7x2a0y1.gif" width=368 height=347 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target=_blank&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2105325561911583189?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2105325561911583189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2105325561911583189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2105325561911583189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2105325561911583189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting my Blessing&apos;s...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8147641087531458808</id><published>2008-11-21T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:44:46.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson is turning 4...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, just letting you know, we will be celebrating Carson turning #4 this weekend. It's just hard to believe that four years ago, we welcomed this precious little boy into our lives. It has been a roller coaster ride thus far with him. But we are truly blessed to be his parents, and I thank God for every moment with him, I'm sure David would say the same. He truly makes up both part's of us. We want to always to what is right for him, I know that is every parent's wish. We know that  God has taught us to be patient through him. We tried to have a little one for a solid year and not know that God would Bless us with a little one. We just had to be patient. So since day one we have been in agreement to raise him in the way that we where raised. And to be patient with him, God is looking over us and I hope very pleased. That is my prayer today, that we are doing right in God's eyes. Because we don't know what holds tomorrow, we just know that God is in control. So has I look past on the four years, I have to ask myself, are we doing what we promised God? Are we raising him up in the way that God would be satisfied? I pray that we are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8147641087531458808?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8147641087531458808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8147641087531458808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8147641087531458808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8147641087531458808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/11/carson-is-turning-4.html' title='Carson is turning 4...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-6892970143357399299</id><published>2008-11-17T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:00:59.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know, it's been awhile since I've blogged. But our lives have still been crazy for a couple of weeks now. We just got back from Branson, and let me tell you we had a good time. The only down fall was it was soooo cold. We went to Silver Dollar City, and saw it snow for the first time this year. We saw Christmas Lights, Christmas Tree's, and Christmas Music. Then there was snow coming down from the sky. It was perfect, a good time spending with my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We also got to see the Dixie Stampede. If you haven't saw it, it's well worth your money to go and see it. You get a huge dinner and a show. The only disadvantage is there is no utensils, you eat with your hands. There is Chicken, Corn on the Cob, Potato, Rolls, and Veggie Soup. It was all good, just alot of food for just one person. Thank goodness we backed out on getting Carson a plate. He ate with me, and got to set on my lap. There was a contest North and South side. We sat on the North and ended up losing. Oh well it was fun anyway, and Dolly Parton sent us a message. "To keep Peace and Love in our hearts, as we celebrate Christmas this year". She is a wonderful women who tries to spread her message to everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was also a good time to get a little Christmas shopping done. Carson got some clothes, a coat, and I got some Scrapbooking things. It is so worth going up to Branson this time of year. We enjoy our selves. No men, No work, and No pressure of time. Just doing what we like to do. As long as we can do it, I want to keep going!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-6892970143357399299?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/6892970143357399299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=6892970143357399299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6892970143357399299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6892970143357399299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-here.html' title='Still Here...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8025098534693834010</id><published>2008-10-30T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:52:08.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well what's been going on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What you think of my new Background!! I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it's free and very cute!! Thank You for allowing me to change and make my Blog cute and not boring!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well you know when the Cat's away the mice will play.... Mom and Dad left town for a couple of day's. So we are not really acting busy at all. I'm trying to find out how to make a spooky veggie tray for Carson's first school Halloween party. It's tomorrow, last min thing. I really wanted to do something special for him. But all I'm coming up with, the kids would prob. not want to eat. We are talking about three year old's. They are picky eater's anyway. So it will prob end up being a simple veggie tray. Anyway Halloween is tomorrow, and the costume that I had picked out for Carson he won't where!! I had it in mind, to not really spend alot of money on a goofy costume this year. I mean twenty dollars for a thing to where for one night. How crazy!! Anyway I come up with a construction worker. You know, shirt, jeans, and toy tool belt and a hard hat. We had it, no money and simple. But noooooo, he wont where to tool belt nor the hard hat. So my mother, bought the little guy a Thomas the train costume!! Spoilt I tell ya!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So that's what we will be doing tomorrow night. I have a list of about 10-15 houses to trick or treat!! Mainly the older people at church. We save the big Trunk or Treat for last!! They have games and prizes for the kids. I try to get to everybody, but since it's on a Friday night, Carson doesn't have to be in bed early! The sad thing is mom and dad won't be able to see him in his costume!! Oh well, that's OK, we will be taking a bunch of pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carson went to Aunt Sissy's church last night and carved a little pumpkin!! He told me he took out the inside, because it represented sin!! He said he put a smiley face on it, to represent a smiling face for God. And he put a candle in to represent the light we should shine for God. How cool was that, I mean who would have thought of that!! So we will be lighting our pumpkin tomorrow night to shine our light for the world. Happy Halloween!! Be safe and Have some good fun!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8025098534693834010?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8025098534693834010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8025098534693834010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8025098534693834010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8025098534693834010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-whats-been-going-on.html' title='Well what&apos;s been going on...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-6454223052639129954</id><published>2008-10-24T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:52:53.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...I'm Thirty!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know, it's been a week since I blogged. Well this week has been crazy at work. Our computer system decided to go on the Fritz's!! So haven't' had time to blog!! Anyway, just letting you know what happen on my b-day, well nothing really!! I'm now a week older and I don't feel any different!! I celebrated my birthday by putting together our Hayride at church. It was soooo cool, we generally have a small group. There where 41 people there and 12 of them where children. So the hayride, had about 25 people on it. So that was pretty exciting. Carson fell asleep on the Hay Ride. It's really hard when your parent's are in charge of an event and you have to tag around with them. So they are there for the preparation plus the event. So my little man did not have a nap all day. But we where glad everyone had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty calm in the Roush household, until Wednesday!! You see even though we work for my Mom and Dad. My husband still doesn't have a work truck. We never really have pushed the ideal of him getting one. So he has to drive his truck!! Well Wednesday at noon, he got rear ended pretty bad. He went to the ER, to get x-ray's and cat scan. He as a neck sprain, other than that he is pretty sore. We found out yesterday it's going to coast over $6,000. to fix the truck (way more than what the truck is worth). The frame bent and major damage to the back. I really don't know what is going to happen. What really gets me, is we had only two more month's till we paid the thing off!! We have been very excited that it was fixing to be free and clear of money!! Also it get's me really tick off at the guy, he wasn't even paying any attention of what he was doing. He didn't know he even hit David, until the airbag came out and hit him!! Plus the guy that was riding with him, had a warrant out for his arrest!! The little s-10 wasn't even his truck. It belonged to someone else. Plus the cop told us that he keep lying about some thing's. Luckily there was insurance's involved. Otherwise we would have been up the creek without a paddle!! We just Thank God that nobody got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else has had a good week!! Please pray for David and I. We are singing for a benefit singing tomorrow night. I'm very nervous, because it's outside. I'm just worried I won't here our music. Anyway, just pray that we will be able to spread God's Work through Song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone will have a good weekend. God Bless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-6454223052639129954?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/6454223052639129954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=6454223052639129954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6454223052639129954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6454223052639129954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/okim-thirty.html' title='Ok...I&apos;m Thirty!!'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-4447416957923081219</id><published>2008-10-18T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:10:00.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm 30 today!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-4447416957923081219?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/4447416957923081219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=4447416957923081219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4447416957923081219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4447416957923081219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2474278145777911608</id><published>2008-10-17T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:53:24.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More day till I turn 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah!! Well it's just about here!! I Just really don't know how to react!! I walk in at work this morning and well let me just say it is raining the number 30 over my desk!! I've got a sign over my desk that declares I'm Over the Hill. I have a balloon with the number 30 on it. There are white and black streamer's hanging over my desk. The balloon's say Still Wild at 30!! I tell you what!! I do not feel old. There is so much that has happened in my life, and I don't know why I'm trying to feel different. It's just a number, a age, everyone will approach, this point in there life. So right now I'm just going with it, I'm turning 30!! I feel like I'm in one of those group session's saying&lt;strong&gt;...Hi, my name is Amy and I'm turning 30!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway one last memory I have, before I put my birthday memories to rest. Is when I turned eighteen. Where life as a Teenager ends and life as an adult begins. So Here is my last memory as a teenager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I actually had a hard time figuring out what to do for my 18th party. I mean it was going to be hard to top my sweet 16 party. So I decided to go back to the park, and just have all my girlfriends around. Mom was able to help me on this party (No broken foot). We had another cook out, and my friends went crazy. We danced, we laughed, we talked, and we just hung out. It was sooo cool. As I think about it, It was one of the last parties, where everyone came together and just had fun. So here are some crazy pictures of me and my friends!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There are a few pictures of me at church. My Grandmother made me a Birthday cake and our real good friend Mrs. Dorthy Johnson surprised me at church. I also got a suitcase for my birthday!! It was suppose to be for my graduation, but they gave it to me early. I had a Senior Trip to Florida and no suitcase. The whole 18th Birthday kinda gets me sad. I was the only grand daughter that my grandmother got to celebrate turning eighteen. I had my birthday in October and my grandmother died in April!! But she lived life full just like I'm planning on doing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258197146425340402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPjecg-nsfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/l9aniEQgtag/s320/amy%27sbirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258197198966292674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPjefktXAMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vcmELmidmzg/s320/amy%27sbirthday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258197290995013506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPjek7it14I/AAAAAAAAAWU/woWzwn-CX9Q/s320/amy%27sbirthday+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258197360643919490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPjeo_ATzoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ufF9TTc40wo/s320/amy%27sbirthday+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258197441809820178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPjettXxKhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ERgQmNYUtkg/s320/amy%27sbirthday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258197501910060082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPjexNQyDDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ud1IYfLF2PA/s320/amy%27sbirthday+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258197565509982642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPje06ML2bI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Z83T-c529NA/s320/amy%27sbirthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There is nothing I would take back or do different on my Birthday's, because it was a chance to celebrate my life. No mater what the number on the cake is or was, or the amount of people that was around. I think everyone should celebrate their life. God created you and you should celebrate the miracle of your life. Soooo That's what I'm doing, because the old lady hasn't sung yet. &lt;strong&gt;So look Out World I'm Turning Thirty Tomorrow!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2474278145777911608?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2474278145777911608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2474278145777911608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2474278145777911608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2474278145777911608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-day-till-i-turn-30.html' title='One More day till I turn 30...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPjecg-nsfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/l9aniEQgtag/s72-c/amy%27sbirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8670820098731575480</id><published>2008-10-16T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:40:14.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three More Day's Left...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't believe it is getting soooo close till I turn 30. I got spoil yesterday for my birthday! We had to take Carson to Memphis to the Dr. (He is fine, Right Kidney is still small but it is growing, plus he was very good to go through the testing they did. He told us that the potty training will just take time because he is not a normal little boy. So Carson got a clean bill of health. Thanks for Praying for Him, we appreciate your concern.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway while we where in Memphis, we went to my favorite place to eat Olive Garden. I love Italian Food, the only thing is we don't have one at home. So it's a special treat, to get to go. Plus we went to Garden Ridge, Love it, Love it. It's a craft store, and it's in warehouse!! I got to go down 10 rows of nothing but Christmas Ornaments!! It's sooo cool!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't scan any pictures of my last birthday memories, before I was an adult. I will make sure and do that tomorrow. Since I only have a couple of day's left. So that's about what happened yesterday. My mom ordered my Birthday Presents online and I'm very grateful for her. It's getting exciting since I will be spending my birthday with people I love. Our church is having a weenie roast and hayride. I love it, outside, cool weather, and having fun! What could a girl turning thirty ask for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8670820098731575480?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8670820098731575480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8670820098731575480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8670820098731575480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8670820098731575480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-more-days-left.html' title='Three More Day&apos;s Left...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-1805964489391335672</id><published>2008-10-15T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:49:25.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four More Day's Left...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today, we are going to Carson's Urologist Appointment! To make sure that his kidney's are working OK. Please keep him in your prayer's today!! I know in my heart that everything will be fine. So I'm blogging early today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This Post is a major event in my life!! I'm blogging about my sweet sixteen birthday!! It was a crazy event in my life. My life was busy with event's in band and choir!! That was my life back then and the people I mainly hung out at that time, where music people. I spent nearly everyday and every weekend with them. Friends that where like family to me!! So it was no surprising that my birthday party had alot of my friends. When I say alot, I counted about forty people showed up. It was sooo crazy. Plus during that time my mother fell and broke her foot, so I had to plan and had to have other adults to help out. Even my pastor and his wife where there. I was also dating a guy at this time, His name was Joel Hollis I meet him at a church function of my best friends! I dated him for a month or so. Then I broke up with him. But he was a couple of year's older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyway, most sixteen year old's usually get a car. Well I didn't even have my license yet!! (How crazy was that) It wasn't till after I turned sixteen that I got my license!! So No CAR!! But I got to redo and decorate my bedroom. At the party we played games, and had a cook out. It was at a park, so there was a bunch of craziness going on. One of my older cousins, almost got thrown into the Lake. The party lasted till about midnight, and everybody started to leave. But it was fun, and to top it all off. There where no drinking and nothing wild. Just crazy southern fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257105904955769746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPT995t_Q5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/DRFZUaijcQQ/s320/amy%27sbirthday+040.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257105986669801842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPT-CqIIcXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_EB22qqhWac/s320/amy%27sbirthday+041.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257106062193402114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPT-HDeXIQI/AAAAAAAAAVk/shBfl8qgVGw/s320/amy%27sbirthday+042.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257106144579389298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPT-L2Yth3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/AC89IXr_26E/s320/amy%27sbirthday+043.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257106257081770306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPT-SZfXoUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zQbZpqWbgdw/s320/amy%27sbirthday+044.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257106331899789298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPT-WwNX__I/AAAAAAAAAV8/DN9R86ULgV8/s320/amy%27sbirthday+045.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well told you, it was crazy!! Just another birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When I was younger, I lived for Birthday's, I just don't no how to react to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;them now that I'm getting older!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-1805964489391335672?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/1805964489391335672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=1805964489391335672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1805964489391335672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1805964489391335672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/four-more-days-left.html' title='Four More Day&apos;s Left...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPT995t_Q5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/DRFZUaijcQQ/s72-c/amy%27sbirthday+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-6554836639159555245</id><published>2008-10-14T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:51:59.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five more Day's Left....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOO!! HOO!! It's five day's till I get Older!! I'm blogging about my Thirteen birthday today. Ok, Let's just remember I was a teenager!! LOL!! During this time, I was in seventh grade, I actually thought I new everything!! I had the bright idea of cutting my hair very short. During the summer before I started school, my cousin and I decided to put lemon juice in our hair. We set out in the sun at the lake. &lt;strong&gt;It turned my hair very blonde&lt;/strong&gt;. It was awful looking. You be the judge of my hair style in the pictures. I was in 7th grade band at that time. So all I wanted to do was go to the Football game and hang out with my friends. It was fun, we came back and had cake and ice cream. So as I look upon these pictures, it's a common question!! What was I thinking. And I'll I got for my birthday where clothes!! It's been good looking back and viewing how thing's and styles have changed. About me and the people around me!! Plus it's embarrassing!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257091455616614434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPTw01vFACI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ibmbxHra47M/s320/amy%27sbirthday+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257091354700236786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPTwu9yvR_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/JZibn2f2x3c/s320/amy%27sbirthday+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257091538256181714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPTw5pl4udI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gFxVRGXhBS4/s320/amy%27sbirthday+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-6554836639159555245?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/6554836639159555245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=6554836639159555245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6554836639159555245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6554836639159555245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/five-more-days-left.html' title='Five more Day&apos;s Left....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SPTw01vFACI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ibmbxHra47M/s72-c/amy%27sbirthday+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2666794624141996742</id><published>2008-10-13T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:01:07.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight, Seven, Six, more day's left till I turn 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What a weekend!! It was soooo crazy, and not having the Internet at home had made my count off. So I'm combining three day's into one. I've showed you some of my most memorable pictures. I must say, it goes to show, people need camera's to capture the memories. Because without some of the pictures, I couldn't tell you who, what, when or where. My dad got a video camera when I was about ten years old. Some of the birthday's are on video, and It is so crazy when a group of young girls get together for a party. There is not telling what might happen. I'm just grateful that I was blessed to have those friends and blessed to have parents who let me invite friends over. It is getting very close till Saturday, and all that I'm praying for is that people don't claim that I'm old.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm blogging today on how wonderful my son is. This weekend he still had to get eye drops in his eye's from having pink eye, he is still having to do the breathing treatment's, and on top of everything he got his flu shot Saturday. By Saturday afternoon he was a very cranky baby!! He did not cry or whimper. In fact he got two suckers and two stickers. He was the only one of her patent's that had not cry yet. So he got spoilt by her. I guess for what all my son has went through, getting a flu shot is nothing to him. We go Wednesday to Memphis tn, to check on his kidney's. We will see how that day goes with him. Well got to get back to work...Just a quick post!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2666794624141996742?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2666794624141996742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2666794624141996742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2666794624141996742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2666794624141996742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/eight-seven-six-more-days-left-till-i.html' title='Eight, Seven, Six, more day&apos;s left till I turn 30...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8553807669786423973</id><published>2008-10-10T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:50:44.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine more day's left...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Just a quick post, because it's crazy here at work today. Carson got sent home from school today, because they think he has pink eye. Oh well, just counting down, the day's. It's Friday also, so I'm ready for the weekend!! Anyway, just watching the clock and the calender. Pray for our world, It's so scary now, and that's what everyone is thinking about. It's time to ban together and let God lead us in the right direction!! It's not about what we want, it's about what God will let us have and what he thinks we need! So I'm saying this right now, let us come together and pray for each. Time is ticking away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8553807669786423973?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8553807669786423973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8553807669786423973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8553807669786423973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8553807669786423973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/nine-more-days-left.html' title='Nine more day&apos;s left...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-7376030332223054423</id><published>2008-10-09T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:08:51.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten more day's till I'm 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The day is getting closer!! And I'm getting excited!! It's a feeling I can't describe!! I'm finding out that it will be ok and just fine to turn thirty!! I'm just dreading getting out of my twenty's. Because when I was younger, twenty's just meant a young adult. Now I'm fixing to get out of that decade, and I'm wondering what's it going to be like in my thirty's!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;What will change and not change in my life? What memories will have to blog in the future!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But before I get into my thirty's there are still some birthday memories I just have to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When I was eight, nine and ten year's old the party's where just about the same. Family, Friends, and lot's of Presents!!! I had several friend's that I made during elementary and at church. You know friends came and they went, but my family where always at my party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;During those memories, I got several gift's from people. I was into Jewelry then, and my Grandma supplied with all kinds of cheap Jewelry. I got my panda bear ring during this time. I also got a heart pendent necklace. I got my very first Purple Jam Box, complete with my very first tape cassette. I believe my first cassette where the group the Monkey's!! My mom pick the tape out. I got my ear's pierced when I was eight year's old, so I got ear rings!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255222863092631106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SO5NWcIlxkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4AWuHqjHXP4/s320/amy%27sbirthday+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255222922619300162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SO5NZ542qUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bvZHwelSmJw/s320/amy%27sbirthday+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255222990301338834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SO5Nd2BgnNI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5_mF9mKohLY/s320/amy%27sbirthday+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255223076713115026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SO5Ni37rrZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZO9HUgjHhDE/s320/amy%27sbirthday+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255223155442143618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SO5NndOJUYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5Y1nAdg07Vc/s320/amy%27sbirthday+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255222185631505442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SO5MvAZRXCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gkzHSsNvWW4/s320/amy%27sbirthday+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255222259209331330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SO5MzSfl4oI/AAAAAAAAAT8/tQT4Li-s2Xs/s320/amy%27sbirthday+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255222368899212562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SO5M5rHspRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jwZZkMQHVFg/s320/amy%27sbirthday+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255222421004804610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SO5M8tOo4gI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nEaqFE4BvOY/s320/amy%27sbirthday+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There where so much I was blessed with!! Now I look back and I wonder, what did I have on, and what was up with my hair. But that was my style back then. And by this time I got my own room and my own space my own style. I thought I was in hog heaven. It truly was exciting to have your own room at my age. My friends that spent the night with me, didn't care at all to stay the night. Because we had wall's inside our house now. Wow, what some memories I have during that time of my life. I sometimes wish I could go back in time to a life that wasn't so complicated!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-7376030332223054423?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/7376030332223054423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=7376030332223054423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7376030332223054423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7376030332223054423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/ten-more-days-till-im-30.html' title='Ten more day&apos;s till I&apos;m 30...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SO5NWcIlxkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4AWuHqjHXP4/s72-c/amy%27sbirthday+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-1691328383656671277</id><published>2008-10-08T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:52:09.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Day's till I turn 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As, I look back on all those party's I had growing up, my seven year old party was very cool!! Back then it was very cool to get to have a birthday part at McDonald's. I mean for a seven year old!! But I was in first grade and getting to go to McDonald's was a treat anyway, much less having your birthday party there. At the time I had my party, there where no indoor plastic play things to play. What we had to play on, was a metal slide, a Hamburger to crawl in and a Merry-go-Round. Plus as I got older, they put the ball's to crawl in. Things have changed now, here in paragould they built a new McDonald's and it is more modern. With a indoor, plastic Playground. But I sometimes miss the old playground. I mean we made a ton of memories there. Anyway my birthday party had family and friends. McDonald's gave us happy meals, they made me a cake, and prizes. It was soooo fun! I got the most important toy, that I ever got. My Cabbage Patch Doll!! She had red hair and her name was Paula!! She became one of my best friends!! Later on I got the accessories that went with her. A very Big Birthday Party for me!! Here are some pictures...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254842610920809698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOzzg2aFZOI/AAAAAAAAATU/3oUn6y7voi4/s320/amy%27sbirthday+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254842690532525810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOzzle-_xvI/AAAAAAAAATc/PgQlw3wA3RM/s320/amy%27sbirthday+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254842777503125666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOzzqi-Z0KI/AAAAAAAAATk/7zw2jrXplFo/s320/amy%27sbirthday+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254842908423791474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOzzyKsUo3I/AAAAAAAAATs/a9TqU9Qb-3E/s320/amy%27sbirthday+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Only Eleven more Day's Left till I turn thirty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I'm keeping a Positive attitude on getting older!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It's not helping that everyone is teasing me I'm getting old!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I feel very Blessed to be getting older!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-1691328383656671277?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/1691328383656671277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=1691328383656671277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1691328383656671277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1691328383656671277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/eleven-days-till-i-turn-30.html' title='Eleven Day&apos;s till I turn 30...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOzzg2aFZOI/AAAAAAAAATU/3oUn6y7voi4/s72-c/amy%27sbirthday+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2782844770958006593</id><published>2008-10-06T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:31:07.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Day's Left till I turn 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's Twelve Day's till I turn thirty!! It's getting closer!&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I missed yesterday's countdown. Oh Well!! The memories that I have from being six, seven and eight year's old are more clearer than when I was younger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I turned six, mom and dad added on to the house, and my birthday party was in the remodel part.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So in my pictures the walls and floor's are not done yet. My theme for my birthday was Rainbow's. I had my first over night party with some girls that befriended me in school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;There was Jenifer Hardin, Crystal Nelson, and Crystal Myclung. Plus my sister had a few friends over also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;. (Never got to do anything by myself) at least she had someone else to play with instead of us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We had alot of fun and it was exciting for me to have friends come and celebrate with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mom just let us play with our toy's and let us sleep in the floor. We thought it was really cool!! Here are some pictures of my sixth birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254462548742644306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOuZ2UdmIlI/AAAAAAAAASs/58L2gpNMJp0/s320/amy%27sbirthday+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254462614770586514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOuZ6Kb4k5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/yskDm132GwQ/s320/amy%27sbirthday+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254462663930954786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOuZ9BkoRCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zYthbpejox4/s320/amy%27sbirthday+017.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254462723293182114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOuaAetr-KI/AAAAAAAAATE/rcpPtQTo55s/s320/amy%27sbirthday+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254465697895954322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOuctn-QN5I/AAAAAAAAATM/sPgjIKcq_Jo/s320/amy%27sbirthday+019.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I got a Barbie doll, clothes, and a Hug a Bunch Doll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's alot of fun to have your birthday around Halloween!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Only Twelve more day's left!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2782844770958006593?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2782844770958006593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2782844770958006593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2782844770958006593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2782844770958006593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/twelve-days-left-till-i-turn-30.html' title='Twelve Day&apos;s Left till I turn 30...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOuZ2UdmIlI/AAAAAAAAASs/58L2gpNMJp0/s72-c/amy%27sbirthday+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-9204472398168514198</id><published>2008-10-05T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:44:11.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourteen Day's Left till I turn 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WOO HO!!! Counting down the day's!! It's Sunday and while I'm counting down. My mother is celebrating her Birthday!! She is 53 today!! So in Honor of Her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to You!! Happy Birthday to You!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Mommy!! Happy Birthday to You!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And Many More!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I truly love her and wish her all the blessing's of life. And may I not be a pain in the butt to her!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend!!! C-you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-9204472398168514198?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/9204472398168514198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=9204472398168514198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/9204472398168514198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/9204472398168514198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/fourteen-days-left-till-i-turn-30.html' title='Fourteen Day&apos;s Left till I turn 30...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-5735560819434926173</id><published>2008-10-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:44:03.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen Day's till I'm 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's Fifteen Day's till I'm thirty!! The next memory I have would involve of having sister to share my birthday with!! WOO HO!! So when I turned five there are no pictures of my birthday and I am not sure what I got. Because by my fifth birthday my sister was nine month's old and got all the attention. Plus I had to share my bedroom with the little brat!! LOL!!She always had to come and play with my friends. It wasn't just me anymore!! No, I truly love my sister and what we got from both our birthday's coin sided with each other. If I got a doll, my sister would get on her birthday would get the clothes or bottle's to go with mine. If I got a play stove she got a play sink. When your four year's apart, you have to share everything. Mom thought it was cut and bought us in matching clothes. It got very old being the oldest. It wasn't till later that I miss sharing my thing's with my sister. There are some birthday party's that she spent the night with my grandparent's while I had friend's over. I look out for her, even though we fight all the time, She is still my baby sister and I Love Her!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-5735560819434926173?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/5735560819434926173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=5735560819434926173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5735560819434926173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5735560819434926173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/fifteen-days-till-im-30.html' title='Fifteen Day&apos;s till I&apos;m 30...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-409124667290183882</id><published>2008-10-03T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:43:03.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen Day's till I turn 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's another day down, till I turn thirty. As I posted on my last post, I really don't recall any memories of my early birthday's. But as I look at all those old pictures, I see family member's that I hardly see anymore. I had cousin's that are my age now, and they where there at my party's. It's amazing how times have changed, when family's don't see each other, much less go to each other's birthday party's. I found a picture of my 2ND birthday and my Uncle Billy (Mom's Brother) is playing with me in the floor with my new toy's. And now I don't even say two word's to him. Plus some of the family member's that where in the pictures I have, well let's just say they are not in the family anymore. Memory's from back then are coming up very short and hard to remember. Man it's hard getting older... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252981216670709570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="165" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOZWlcd090I/AAAAAAAAASE/3A_nC5MgIIY/s320/amy%27sbirthday+010.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252981321069943298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="310" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOZWrhYi2gI/AAAAAAAAASM/fR27PlxIUi8/s320/amy%27sbirthday+011.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252981402204247954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOZWwPoeF5I/AAAAAAAAASU/FPJbSO2kFG8/s320/amy%27sbirthday+012.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252981449624252546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOZWzASR8II/AAAAAAAAASc/AUrn0PSutso/s320/amy%27sbirthday+013.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252981505783918066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOZW2RfybfI/AAAAAAAAASk/fN0MK4wG3sc/s320/amy%27sbirthday+014.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying me counting down the day's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now updates from this week!! Carson had his very first spirit week. Paragould is having there Homecoming tonight. GO Ram's. Now that Carson is part of the school system now, he gets to participate in some of the actives. So this week they got to where PJ's, Mismatch Sock's, and Wild Hair day, and Red, White, Blue Day. It was alot of fun dressing him up. It was really neat how the preschool work their spirit week into their age group. Tuesday they had a prep rally KINDA. They had the Hallway's decorated saying GO RAM'S and Let's get into the in Zone. So what they meant was the in zone was free book's for the kid's. The Cafeteria had green paper down, with yard lines on it. Then they had book's laying on tables for the kid's to head to the in zone to get a free book. It was really cool. Carson's book was called "The Brave Frog". So alot going on this week. Ready for Homecoming tonight. We will be taking mom out this weekend for her birthday. She wants to go shopping so look out world here we come!! Have a good weekend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-409124667290183882?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/409124667290183882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=409124667290183882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/409124667290183882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/409124667290183882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/sixteen-days-till-i-turn-30.html' title='Sixteen Day&apos;s till I turn 30...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOZWlcd090I/AAAAAAAAASE/3A_nC5MgIIY/s72-c/amy%27sbirthday+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-7322731139333767404</id><published>2008-10-02T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:27:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Day's Left till I'm 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, today is Seventeen day's left! Well I'm just going to share with you some pictures of my first four birthday's. I really don't recall any memories of them, because I was so small. I mean I got toy's and doll's. But the only thing that remains priceless today is when I turned four. My Grandmother made me a yellow quilt. She hand stitch the entire thing. It remained on my bed till I got married. It would still be on there but, It has started to come apart. So I placed inside my hope chest along with my double wedding ring quilt. Those two items are very priceless to me. As you look at the pictures, you can see the one room house. The only wall's that we had in our house, was the four on the outer walls. Oh and a wall with a door for the bathroom. It was our house!! I look back on that now, and I wonder what mom and dad where thinking. At least when we lived at my Grandparents house, we had bedrooms. I can't go inside a furniture store now, without thinking "WOW it's my old House". Anyway most of the people came to my birthday where mainly family and friends at church. I wasn't in school yet, so not very many friends. So here are some pictures of my 2,3, and 4 birthday's....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOTydHmkcII/AAAAAAAAARE/qpo07_ghh2Y/s1600-h/amy%27sbirthday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252589647491788930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="247" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOTydHmkcII/AAAAAAAAARE/qpo07_ghh2Y/s320/amy%27sbirthday+002.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252589895162842546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOTyriP8zbI/AAAAAAAAARM/8_y55pTgtQE/s320/amy%27sbirthday+003.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOTzBTOHvkI/AAAAAAAAARU/-v1Fe3nTbIc/s1600-h/amy%27sbirthday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252590269085761090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOTzBTOHvkI/AAAAAAAAARU/-v1Fe3nTbIc/s320/amy%27sbirthday+004.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252591334149479506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOTz_S5GXFI/AAAAAAAAARk/8Q6pMIo_HMc/s320/amy%27sbirthday+005.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOT0oieSprI/AAAAAAAAARs/a9HfNQPzZJY/s1600-h/amy%27sbirthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252592042706642610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="298" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOT0oieSprI/AAAAAAAAARs/a9HfNQPzZJY/s320/amy%27sbirthday+006.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252592225437777170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOT0zLMyfRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8kIR1ZR2fGY/s320/amy%27sbirthday+007.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-7322731139333767404?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/7322731139333767404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=7322731139333767404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7322731139333767404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7322731139333767404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/seventeen-days-left-till-im-30.html' title='Seventeen Day&apos;s Left till I&apos;m 30...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOTydHmkcII/AAAAAAAAARE/qpo07_ghh2Y/s72-c/amy%27sbirthday+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-451291814690745118</id><published>2008-10-01T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:26:29.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighteen Day's Left till I turn 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eighteen day's till I turn 3o, I'm not going to give in and say I'm getting old. That is not true, but I do want to think back and remember some really cool party's I've had. First of all I entered in the world October 18, 1978 at 4:10am. I weighed 7lb and 6oz. My mom went to bed feeling, hurting a little bit. Then at around mid-night she woke up and her water had broke. Dad drove 80-90 up to the hospital. Back in 78 they gave the mother's a twilight medicine. So she didn't know what she had until she woke up the next morning. But she felt good and blessed. She had shared a room with another woman. And the nurse brought in a red headed baby, she thought it was me. But it turned out it was the other ladies. Then the nurse brought me in, with a head full of dark brown hair. Mom and Dad's hair was blond. It turned out it was me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMY after mom hearing that name mom like it. Diann after Mom's middle name. And so there I was. I was the first child, the first grand daughter on both sides of the family. I was the only girl at that time in both of mom and dad's family. Let me tell you I was very spoilt. Well spoilt in a way of alot of Love and Affection. So from then on my Parent's where very blessed with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And they wanted to celebrate my life. The best way they knew how. Most birthday's, they didn't have very much, but she made sure we had a cake and alot of friends and family. As I turned ONE, thirty year's ago. (You know I don't remember that birthday) LOL!! Anyway, has you might have read in the post before, we didn't have a place to live. A wall fell on top of my Dad. He had broken both arms, had surgery three or four times on his wrist's that year. Plus had plastic surgery on his head!! So the only money coming in was my mom, working at the shirt factory. Enough money to pay the Land payment. So where did we live? My Grandma and Grandpa. Mom and Dad stayed in Dad's old Bedroom, and my crib was at the foot of there bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I celebrated my very first birthday with mainly family. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252271088750975378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOPQuj0OWZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/a-XkrJmSTto/s320/amy%27sbirthday.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252592997835753730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOT1gIm0SQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QZ0jSwSwHUQ/s320/amy%27sbirthday+001.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Aunt Carla made my two cakes. There was alot of family and some church friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mom told me that I didn't like having the cake on my hands or in my hair. My gifts' where my Roley poly, some clothes, and book's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;While blogging today I reread my Baby Book and mom shared with me that there where alot of people that loved me and everyone wanted me. Mom and Dad had alot of baby sitter's. It just goes to show how close our family is and how we are there for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-451291814690745118?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/451291814690745118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=451291814690745118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/451291814690745118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/451291814690745118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/10/eighteen-days-left-till-i-turn-30.html' title='Eighteen Day&apos;s Left till I turn 30...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOPQuj0OWZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/a-XkrJmSTto/s72-c/amy%27sbirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-6584690361489633830</id><published>2008-09-30T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:36:50.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down till I'm 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's September 30, and only 19 day's till my birthday. As I think about my birthday approaching very fast there are many memories I have. I've had some wonderful birthday's and some that were not so wonderful. So I'm going to try to share some of my most memorable birthday's of the last thirty year's. Who knew thirty year's ago I would be blogging to complete stranger's about my life and family. So stay tuned because I will share with you some of the crazy event's and memory's I keep stored in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But today I want to start off by; saying Thank You to my Mom and Dad. Thanks for giving me a life full of blessings, family and friends. Thanks for engraving me the tools of life; God, Bible, and the knowledge of the Lord. There was not doubt in my entire life that I would go to church, that I was to be the best person I could be, or to keep my family very close. My mom and dad meet in the Moark Association Choir. My mom lived in Piggott Ar, while my dad lived in Paragould Ar. When they first meet, my dad was interested in my mom's cousin. (How Weird)But they eventually started talking and then going out. They dated for about six month's and then my dad asked if she would marry him. He proposed in his car going to church. He asked my Grandmother for mom's hand in marriage and she said Yes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then on February 14, 1975 on Valentine's Day Night they said there wedding vow's. In a little church called Gravel Hill in Piggott Ar. They decided to move to Paragould Ar, where my Dad was working for Larry Cup Electric. and my mom was a stay at home wife. My mom and dad bought a single wide trailer and 3 1/2 acres of land. After a year of staying at home my mom decided to get a job, she worked at the shirt factory in Paragould. After a couple of year's they decided to build a house. So my dad had in mind to start the building project, sale the trailor and rent a house in town. While they where building my Dad had a block wall, fall on him and broke both arm's and could not work. Mom was five month's pregant with me. So mom and dad moved in with my Grandma and Grandpa. Grandma took care of me and dad while mom was working at the shirt factory. After a year of living with my Grandparent's, my mother told my dad to put up some walls and a bathroom on there land. And that formed the one room house. My family up north would come down and claim it was a furinture store. But that is what we lived in till I was ten year's old. (I tell you this because most of my Party's was in the one room house.) They went to Blue Cross GB Church and my dad was a dedicated deacon within the church. My mom was a Sunday school teacher. And the church youth loved my mom and dad. Who wouldn't love them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let me try to explain them to you. Let me start with my Dad first, He is a very Godly Man, He truly loves the Lord with all his heart. He has been blessed with the knowledge of the Lord and the Lord blessed him with a gift of song and piano. He started playing the piano, when he was eight year's old. He still plays for our church today. He has alot of knowledge of Electric, Heating and Air and now Plumbing. He owns his own business called G/G Electric. While most people see him all the time our family hardly sees him. We call him a work aholic. It's not a bad thing because he always provided for us. I love him and I never want to disappoint him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My mom is totally opposite. She is a loving, gentle, happy lady. She ardors her children and grandchildren. I have to admit we all get spoilt by her. She loves the Lord with all her heart. Her special gift is song. She loves to sing and she does that by being in our church choir. She en joy's cooking and scrap booking. She is someone you can talk to and she helps you through your problem's. I don't want to brag or anything, but my friends loved hanging out with her. She acted cool and more of a sister than a mother. And that is how I feel toward her today. She is my mentor and my best friend. I love her so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251884992166866882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOJxkx9Pr8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/pGw3_XMusS0/s320/amy+pict+356.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Our family is a little different than most. We don't have much, but what we have we have remained a very close net family. We see each other everyday of the week. Why? Because we all work together and hang out together. We are not like most family's who can't stand to be with each other. In fact we love being around each other. After twenty nine year's of going through everything together. There is nothing I would change about my life. Because It all makes me who I am today. So just let thirty come!! I'm ready to face another decade of my life!! Counting down, only nineteen left to go!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-6584690361489633830?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/6584690361489633830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=6584690361489633830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6584690361489633830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6584690361489633830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/09/count-down-till-im-30.html' title='Count Down till I&apos;m 30...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SOJxkx9Pr8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/pGw3_XMusS0/s72-c/amy+pict+356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8901202351964751719</id><published>2008-09-25T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:45:41.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going all out Spooky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Well many of you don't know this, but I love to decorate for the Holiday's. So Halloween is no exception, I've been decorating for a long time now. I have collected many things to decorate my porch for Halloween. When me and David got married, we lived out in the country with no kids. But I still put out a Hay Bail with pumpkin's on it. It's just something about fall, makes you enjoy the clean crisp air and the crunch of leaves. Carson is old enough now that he en joy's helping me decorated.  He has a big orange pumpkin that I bought him when he was a baby that lights up. He calls it his pumpkin. I got that thing down out of the attic the other day and he said my pumpkin, my pumpkin. He wanted to put it outside then. So tonight I promised him, we will be decorating for Halloween. We are planning on going to Pumpkin Hollow Saturday. It's a pumpkin farm in Arkansas. They have pony rides, hayrides, and a corn maze to go through. It's alot of fun for adults and kids. We always go around the first of October to get our real pumpkin's for the porch. So we will take a picture of the porch tonight and let you see!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8901202351964751719?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8901202351964751719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8901202351964751719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8901202351964751719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8901202351964751719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-all-out-spooky.html' title='Going all out Spooky...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-3049079284166851152</id><published>2008-09-19T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:56:02.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well it's Friday again!!! Not much happened this week! Just meet with Carson's Teacher yesterday for, his very first parent teacher conference. Mrs. Karen told me, he is doing very well. She showed me that he knows every color, except gray. He gets that confused with Black! He also knows and recognize a circle and a triangle. But as of right now he doesn't know a square and a rectangle. He just knows his first and last name. She told me he is doing very well for his age. I mean he is three, it will just take some time. She also told me he is a very polite little boy, and he helps out in every way he can. The other day he told Mrs. Karen no, and got in trouble at school. Then turned around and got in trouble at home. This is how it works. Get in trouble at school, you get in trouble at home. NO EXCUSES!! So we took away his TV for the night. He told Mrs. Karen the next morning, "I'm not going to tell you NO anymore". She thought that was the sweetest thing. So it may not seem like it right now, but he is learning and becoming very smart. I am so glad we put him in preschool! I just want him to achieve as much knowledge as he can and make it count. That's about all that happened this week. Oh, Carson raised $77.75 from the Trike-a-thon. He gets a bear and a shirt. We enjoyed raising money for St. Jude's. Thanks Ginger for helping out!! Have a good weekend everybody!! Continue to pray for Malloryee Bales. Ginger is a very close friend and her daughter just had surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-3049079284166851152?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/3049079284166851152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=3049079284166851152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3049079284166851152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3049079284166851152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/09/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-3614077570019225483</id><published>2008-09-12T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:41:52.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Your Mart, Get Set, Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, did you catch on with the title? Carson got to do a trike a thon at preschool today. I was so proud of him. He raised about fifty dollar's to help the children at St. Jude's Hospital. He will receive a free shirt. I don't think he did bad for his very first fund raiser. I made him ask the people, what was so funny is the older people at church reaching in their pocket's to help my son. He is so spoilt by everyone. What was so unique about this week, is they talk about Bike Safety. So the parents got to come at watch all the kids today at school. It was so hot and muggy outside. So here are some pictures I took today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245202347453288594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SMqzvqb_kJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HGm0mf9PF0w/s320/pict+7+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If I had only known, he could have brought his own tricycle!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The one he had was a little big for Carson. But we did bring his helmet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245202977561146178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SMq0UVxac0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/x12vJpP5_F0/s320/pict+7+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Kid's went around the track, about four times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245203429275556418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SMq0uoihWkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vNOl5OYU7NU/s320/pict+7+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They set up a Car wash for them to go under.&lt;br /&gt;They all had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245205452353169266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SMq2kZFz53I/AAAAAAAAAPk/4NNiaofXYoQ/s320/pict+7+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After it was over, we stood in front of the Banner they had hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He is only three and I know we will be helping St. Jude's out many times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So I want to say Thank You for helping my son, raise money for a Good Purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-3614077570019225483?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/3614077570019225483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=3614077570019225483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3614077570019225483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3614077570019225483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-your-mart-get-set-go.html' title='On Your Mart, Get Set, Go...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SMqzvqb_kJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HGm0mf9PF0w/s72-c/pict+7+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2318016055850912563</id><published>2008-09-11T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:05:31.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elemo Comes to Town...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245210293817769490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SMq6-M86_hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/bQ1sqIhCG8Q/s320/pict+7+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I haven't made a post yet about Seseme Street coming to town yet. So here it goes!! Augest the 19 in Jonesboro Ar. was filled with Elemo fans. Little kid's of all ages. Big and Little went to the Convocation Center to watch Seseme Street. There was Elemo of course, Big Bird, Grover, Bert and Ernie and Etc... Carson had a blast. He watch Seseme Street at Mrs. Kissa's the babysitter. And when he went to preschool, he doesn't get to watch it very much. The plot of the show was making music. What can you make music out of. It didn't surprise me mom and aunt sissy spoilt him. He got a cd with songs on it, a stuff big bird. And a balloon of elemo's head!! CRAZY!!! It was fun and here are some pictures that we took of that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245211088904238610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SMq7se4TthI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9-_rfqThsVM/s320/pict+7+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245211470744214114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SMq8CtWDWmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Orp0zm8gSM8/s320/pict+7+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245211736239135506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SMq8SKY-WxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9XwSxInrWos/s320/pict+7+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The whole night was soooo much fun. I advise anyone go if, you have toddler's or young children. They will love it. Oh, and if your adults you might like it also. LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2318016055850912563?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2318016055850912563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2318016055850912563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2318016055850912563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2318016055850912563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/09/elemo-comes-to-town.html' title='Elemo Comes to Town...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SMq6-M86_hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/bQ1sqIhCG8Q/s72-c/pict+7+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-4930869593772336889</id><published>2008-09-11T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:30:19.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Under the Weather Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I just don't know what is going on with me!! I woke up Monday Morning not feeling good. And I ended up missing two days of work. All I wanted to do was sleep. I didn't wake up Tuesday till almost 1:00pm. I mean I slept almost all day. Then yesterday I couldn't breathe and my chest was hurting. I think I'm going to move where there is no allergy problems around. Because my son is having to be on breathing treatments AGAIN!! I mean living in Arkansas is almost not worth it to me and my family LOL!!! But we will survive, we survive every year!! Did I mention I hate allergy season!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-4930869593772336889?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/4930869593772336889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=4930869593772336889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4930869593772336889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4930869593772336889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-under-weather-again.html' title='A Little Under the Weather Again...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-6997093825388371405</id><published>2008-09-03T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:51:08.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yesterday was Carson's first Dentist Appointment. He did very well! After getting there and seeing all the toy's, I didn't know if I would be able to get him back to check his teeth out. But with much excitement, he went back. They let him operate the equipment and check it out for himself (with their help of course). Then they ask him to lay down, he did wonderful. He laid very still for them. After the cleaning he got to pick out a toy, a motorcycle. Then they tried to take some x-ray's of his teeth. He began to gag and was getting choked. They told me it was not a big deal. That it wasn't life or death to get a x-ray. Because he was only three, they said it could wait a few months. They didn't want to push the ideal of freaking him out to get x-ray's. So anyway that's what happened at the Dentist. A very well behaved little boy. He got a new tooth brush and tooth past. He got a report card, with A+ on it. Looks good they told us. Will see us in March. So the Dentist became good friends of Carson!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-6997093825388371405?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/6997093825388371405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=6997093825388371405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6997093825388371405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6997093825388371405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-man.html' title='My Little Man...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-5421238555286021194</id><published>2008-09-01T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:40:21.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we did on Labor Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, our Labor Day weekend went like this. Saturday was David's Aunt's 90th Birthday party. We went and hung out there for a little while. Then we went back home and being the good and wonderful wife I am. I let David go and play video games with his Brother and Cousin. I stayed home and made some cards for fall. I'm soooo excited how they turned out. I decorated my house for fall already. I'm just excited about fall for some reason this year. I gathered all my leaves and candle's, table runner's and my scarecrow's down. I don't have my outside fixed up yet, but give me a few weekend's I will have it covered in fall things. Fall is my favorite time of year. I guess because the big reason is my birthday is in October and we would have all kinds of party's during the month. So fall is and will always be a big part of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Well we had our 5th Sunday Singing at Church, and we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; presented the program for the church. We worked on some songs and put together some new ones. I guess it went pretty good, we got a standing ovation. I mean, we both felt the spirit moving within our church. I felt pretty assume!! During the Singing Carson had a bloody noise. I kept looking down, at mom and my sister to see if they had everything taking care of. I mean as soon as church started, Carson looked at me and blood was coming out of his noise. Great timing when I was fixing to get on the stage. The church had to sing an additional congregation song because I was in the bathroom with Carson. But I new mom could take care of him just as well as I could. So all in all it was a wonderful night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then we all decided to go to six flags in St. Louis Mo. None of us had been there in a very long time. I got on the computer and found some tickets for 29.99. So with that we saved almost 80.00 for all of us. Which made up for the snacks and soda's we bought within the park. The down fall about six flags was not enough rides for Carson. It was hot, we did not have enough time to do both water and dry park's. We just did the dry park and ride all the roller coaster's. It was sooo much fun. We all agreed our most favorite ride was the new ride Evil Knievel!!! It was assume!! We got there when the park opened and we stayed until the park closed!! It was all worth it and my dad and mom got to get away for the day. My Dad road The Boss and The Batman by his self. He likes those crazy rides like that. We will prob. go back up there in the spring. It only took three and 1/2 hours to get up there!! We got in at midnight. But it was fun and we enjoyed our day off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-5421238555286021194?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/5421238555286021194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=5421238555286021194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5421238555286021194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5421238555286021194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-we-did-on-labor-day.html' title='What we did on Labor Day...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-396125350056361561</id><published>2008-08-22T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:48:30.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God teaches us a Major Lesson...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As I think back on what a week my family has had, it really makes want to cry! My feeling's have been scared, angry, and hurt. What we have been through, has been a life lesson to learn from.  God knew exactly what and how to get our attention. We both felt like we had our life under control. Paying our bills, putting food on our table, and buying things we would like to have. But I feel like we left a big person out. Our God! We serve the Lord, don't get me wrong. But I feel like we haven't served him whole heart and soul. I was raised to give our tithes to the Lord. But my husband was not raised up that way. Mainly because they did not have money. We disagree on many things. But the biggest argument has been tithing. I love my husband and I'm very grateful on how he works for everything we own and working toward. But I just don't know how this battle will work out in the end. I myself will be giving my earnings toward the Lord. Because I don't want to be standing in front of him on judgement day and say sorry lord, we just didn't have the money to give to you. Hello!! If you work forty hours a day and get paid, he should help out the one that help you get the job and money. So this is my comment now, to give to the Lord what is his, and work with what I have to purchase what I owe and want. I guess, as I'm getting older I need Lesson's to learn from.  Man oh Man, a Major Lesson Life lesson to learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-396125350056361561?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/396125350056361561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=396125350056361561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/396125350056361561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/396125350056361561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-teaches-us-major-lesson.html' title='God teaches us a Major Lesson...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-5465497142549555579</id><published>2008-08-15T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:12:53.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Learning Experience's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok, it's been a few days since I blogged again!! Sorry!! Anyway, I wanted everyone to know. I WON!! No, it's not the Lottery!! But I bid on an item on e-bay and I won!! WOO-HO!! Ok let me explain. Monday during our Marker Club meeting. I was very interested in if anyone had a stamp set that delt with construction. My plans are Carson is turning four in Nov. and he loves Bob the Builder. So I'm planning on a Construction theme for his party. So now that I'm into making cards and things. I was wanting to make the invitation's for his party. So at the marker club meeting, no one had anything dealing with construction. But Joann a friend told me about trying to find it on ebay. What? I have never dealt with ebay. I wouldn't even know how to bid. So Tuesday at work got on ebay and there I found the retired stampup set By Land. They had about five to bid on. So I found the stamp set plus two wheel stamp sets. I started bidding and by Wednesday afternoon, I had Won... It was very addicted, I keep watching the bid, to see if I was being outbid ed. There was this one ladie that was trying to get it. But my maxi um bid was 40. I was not going over that. So she quit bidding at 39.36. Good for me. So it was a learning experience, and I'm grateful I found what I was looking for. So Thanks to Joann I will be making I hope some really cute invitations for Carson's party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I also, got the experience of learning some new songs to sing at church. It has been a few months since I order these soundtracks. The song The Blood Covers it all, was easy to learn. I put it in, played it and listen to the Demo. Then turned around and started singing on my own. It is a very good song. Now the song In the Presence of Jehovah was a little different. I had to listen to the demo several times before I picked up on it. It was all part of Learning something new. I enjoy learning and doing things new. It may take me a little bit to catch up with everybody else but it's all part of my Learning in Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-5465497142549555579?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/5465497142549555579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=5465497142549555579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5465497142549555579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5465497142549555579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-of-learning-experiences.html' title='Week of Learning Experience&apos;s...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-258459183560645555</id><published>2008-08-08T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:25:57.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just a little blog updating on what I've been doing!! Well for starter's I've made a green arrangement for church here is a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232212863326109506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SJyN4LPIP0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/w2gGliM50gU/s320/childrend+mus.+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I also made a grapevine wreath for church. The theme for this month was a music Theme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232213811687289298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SJyOvYKDcdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GgYyLgwK9z8/s320/childrend+mus.+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well what do you think? Scrap booking is not the only passion I have. I love making flower arrangement's. I love how you can take a blank surface and add a few little odds and end's and poof it looks totally different. Anyway that's about what's been going on. Just putting my creative mind into use. I'm planning another Ladies night at church for Christmas so my mind is busy with that. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-258459183560645555?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/258459183560645555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=258459183560645555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/258459183560645555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/258459183560645555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-update.html' title='A Little Update...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SJyN4LPIP0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/w2gGliM50gU/s72-c/childrend+mus.+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-1985061795405005058</id><published>2008-08-01T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:52:12.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean, Clean....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Clean, is what I'll be doing tonight!!! Just a quick update. This week was extremely fast past!! What I mean is we help my cousin move back to Ark. to Manila this week. Cleaned her new house and put together her new furniture. It is so cool that she is going to be teaching in Ark. She is coming for Indiana!!! Anyway we did that MON and Tues. Wednesday our AC went out in the house. So Thursday we had to purchase a new AC window unit. When they took out the old one, they made a huge mess. So guess what I get to do tonight. Clean, Clean and more Cleaning. I really haven't deep cleaned since before vacation. So it is past due for one. Have a good weekend everyone!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-1985061795405005058?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/1985061795405005058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=1985061795405005058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1985061795405005058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1985061795405005058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/08/clean-clean.html' title='Clean, Clean....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-1087832621705571794</id><published>2008-07-25T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:24:39.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait for a Creative Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah!! Can't wait, I'm getting to go to a Christmas in July Workshop!! I went to one earlier this year and had a blast!! I would like to say "Thank You" to Ginger Bales for getting me started on making Card's. It has become one of my favorite things to do. I LOOOOOOVE it!! Thanks also to Lisa Terry for starting up a club that I could join and make creative things. Never thought a year ago that I would into the hobbie of scrap booking and card making. But I truly have enjoyed and it has blessed my life. So Thank You!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-1087832621705571794?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/1087832621705571794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=1087832621705571794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1087832621705571794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1087832621705571794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-wait-for-creative-night.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait for a Creative Night...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-7549560021013033647</id><published>2008-07-23T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:35:09.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm so excited this week, I have got the honor of going to two card workshop's this week. I went to Lisa Terry's last night and learned several techniques for cards. I will take pictures and show them tomorrow. But if she read's my blog, Thanks!! I really had alot of fun. Plus I got four new Stampin Up Stamps, three new ink pads, and three new marker's, and a scallop punch. Most of this was from my Marker Club meeting that I'm in. I help myself by letting my mom order me three stamp Set's for Christmas. Thank Heavens for Mother's. Anyway I get to go to Sandy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friday night I'm really excited about this workshop. They tell me it was fun last year, so I can't wait. Plus it revolves around Christmas, my favorite time of year. So that's what I have been doing this week. Being Creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carson is doing great!! Carson three week's ago fell off his swing set, and he his front tooth. It was just bleeding, so we didn't think anything about it. So as the weeks have past his front tooth has turned black. So we  went to the dentists this week and everything looks fine. The black front tooth he has is just bruising we think right now. We go back in Sept.  He was kinda of freak out of someone looking at his teeth. But he did fine his first visit. No crying which is a good thing. We also go back in Oct. to check on the Kidney's. So God has truly blessed us as of right now. Grandpa got a good report last week and he seems to be doing better. Thanks for all the concerns and prayer's. God has truly blessed us in all we have done the past month. We still give him the praise and honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-7549560021013033647?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/7549560021013033647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=7549560021013033647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7549560021013033647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7549560021013033647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/07/creative-week.html' title='Creative Week...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-520992525981620504</id><published>2008-07-11T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:26:06.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cup Runneth Over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really don't know who read's my blog anymore. But for those that do, I want to say a special Thank You!! Those that have said one or more prayer's for my Grandpa, we are happy to say that he is going home today. Wow, Isn't that great. God truly answer's prayer's. He had to have two stints in, and was 70-80% block on the right side. He made it through everything. He is still weak and is tired, but all in all I'd say he is doing pretty good. And we give our Thanks to God above, for he held my Grandpa in his hands and help him through. There is just so much to be Thankful for and we give God the praise. My Cup runneth over with Blessing's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As I think about this week, I regret now that I didn't go back in the ICU room. When they put Grandpa on the vent. My mind keeps going back eleven years ago when my Grandma was in the Baptist Hospital in Memphis. My parents did not want me to go back and see her, because she was fighting off infection and we didn't know if it was contagious or not. I didn't get to see my grandma fight for our life and the memories I have of her are the ones not in the hospital. So In my mind that's what I had wanted with my Grandpa. I didn't want to see him with the tube inside him, in case that would be the last for him. Does that sound mean. I mean I'm fixing to be thirty years old. I could handle it. But was this the right decision of not going back? Was it wrong for me to have my family see me refuse to see Grandpa!!! It's been on my mind all week. I just want to make the right decision next time this happens, to the one's that I love. But as for right now I will get to see and talk with my Grandpa. And the best thing is Carson will get to do the same. Thank You Lord for giving us more time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-520992525981620504?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/520992525981620504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=520992525981620504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/520992525981620504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/520992525981620504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-cup-runneth-over.html' title='My Cup Runneth Over....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2379164218947252823</id><published>2008-07-09T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:41:18.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quick Update....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just letting those you might have read my blog Monday!! My Grandpa is out of ICU for now!! Doing a little better. Right now as we speak, they are doing the Heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt; on him. So if you happen to read my blog, continue to pray for him. My family would be grateful. We know God is in charge and he will be with us and my Grandpa!! I will let you know more later!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2379164218947252823?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2379164218947252823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2379164218947252823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2379164218947252823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2379164218947252823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-quick-update.html' title='Just a Quick Update....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-374819863981352672</id><published>2008-07-07T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:15:12.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Long WEEK....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello, everyone!! Well let me tell you, It has been a long week. Our vacation was good it's just something I prob. won't do again for a long time. You see it was not relaxing or fun. First of all,  We had boat problems. We had to fix the fishing boat then turn around and the poon toon was not running good. The we went swimming in the lake, it was very dirty and trashy from the high water. Then we had to endure some very bad  storms. We got caught out on the lake when it started storming. The boat dock we where on, had broke loose and the only way to get off the dock was jump into the water. It was soooo crazy. Luckily my cousin had took Carson on up to the cabin. Where he was safe and warm before it got bad. Then we where on the go all the time. My goal was to relax and do nothing. It did not happen!!!  My three year old was very board. No one to play with and the cabin we rented was on a very steep hill. So he fell twice scrap his leg's. It was not a very good experience for him. He keep telling us, he was ready to go home. He didn't like it at the lake!!! He didn't get to see any firework's this year because it got rained out. So we celebrated our 4th inside the cabin trying to stay dry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We where expected to fix break fest, lunch and dinner. We had my Aunt and Uncle come up with us. So my uncle went fishing at 5:00 every morning and expected my husband to go. So my husband didn't get to rest either!!  I couldn't sleep in, because my aunt go up at 7:00 every morning and fixed break fest for everyone. What was I thinking going to the lake and relaxing and do what we wanted to do. That was not the case. I did do some scrap booking. I only got about seven cards made for the card swap that I'm doing. So for us to plan on going to the lake again will not be for a very long time if any. My son caught a fish on his fishing pole.  The only highlight of our trip was, we went to branson last Wednesday. We got to go and eat at Olive Garden and then go to Celebration City and ride rides. So that's about what we did at the 08 vacation this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So we are safe at home and ready to relax from our crazy vacation. We just found out that my Grandpa is in the hospital so keep him in your prayer's. Thanks!!! What a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-374819863981352672?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/374819863981352672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=374819863981352672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/374819863981352672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/374819863981352672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-long-week.html' title='A Very Long WEEK....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-979416039594408600</id><published>2008-06-27T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:31:38.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving for Vacation....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just a quick post!! I'm leaving for the lake tomorrow!!! I'm so excited!! Just planning on spending some time with my son and husband for a week!! So to my blog friends, I will be thinking of all of you while I'm swimming and relaxing by the pool or lake. I hope everyone has a wonderful 4th of July and remember to always pray for our Freedom and to Thank God for the Men and Women fighting for our Freedom. My prayer for each one of you this week is to always remember that our Lord and Savior Died on the cross so that we have everlasting life. May God Bless You and Keep You!! See Ya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-979416039594408600?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/979416039594408600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=979416039594408600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/979416039594408600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/979416039594408600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/06/leaving-for-vacation.html' title='Leaving for Vacation....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-5894179106831711630</id><published>2008-06-24T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:17:51.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation 08 Count Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, we only have five day's till we leave for our vacation. It's kinda of weird, we started planing our vacation back in January.  Only to discuss because we found out that Carson's Preschool would be closed the first week in July. So we had to make a discussion on what we where going to do. The thought rolled around about getting a cabin at the lake again this year. Why not!! At the time money wasn't really there and my mom was going in on with us to pay for it. We would truly would like to go somewhere else for our vacation, but for now this is what we are doing. So now the time is approaching us with four day's left to get things together it's been kinda of crazy. We have decided to go on up to Branson one day next week. I'm excited about that. I love Branson!!! Anyway that's what we've been doing. It's just kinda of nice to get away for a week or so. My main goal is to scrapbook, swim, relax, and spend time with my husband and son. So look out vacation here we come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-5894179106831711630?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/5894179106831711630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=5894179106831711630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5894179106831711630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5894179106831711630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/06/vacation-08-count-down.html' title='Vacation 08 Count Down...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-1204836144416542616</id><published>2008-06-20T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:16:08.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, it's been a very interesting week. First of all we had a good Father's Day. David and I spent the day with our dad's. We have been apart for Father's Day and Mother's day since we have been married. We agreed that as long as our parents where still here and we where able, we would spend the day with our parents. So that's what we did for Father's Day. I didn't get him anything because he got him some tools to fix our roof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh Yeah, that's what has been going on this week. We have replaced our shingles on our house. We have been discussing this for awhile now. We reviewed our insurance and decided to clam our roof damage. I say roof damage because our master bedroom was a add on. So when they added our bedroom they built it the cheapest way they could. So on top of our bedroom on our roof, the decking was chipboard plywood. Whoever put shingles on it, did not do a very good job. We have been having roof leaks but David check it out and it was in the valley of the roof. So he just put roofing tire on the valley. It work for awhile. But we keep checking outside of the house and we keep noticing our roof was dipping in a little. So we got ahold of our insurance and they told us to get an est. So that's what we did we got our insurance check and started this week repairing the damage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We got on the roof and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I kid you not, the first piece of shingle David tore off our roof caved in. I freak out, why in the world would you put chipboard for a roof. So we had to put all new decking, and all new shingles. It has been a mess!!! We started Tuesday, but we ran out of day light. So we had to leave half the roof off my bedroom. So when we woke up Wednesday Morning I could see daylight in my room. Plus it was suppose to be a clear sky, but it came up a cloud. It ended up raining inside my bedroom a little. Plus when they tore my roof off David's brother fell through our bedroom ceiling. He was OK, but our ceiling wasn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We are very grateful to have siblings help us out. David's Brother does roofing on the side. And my sister is a hard worker. Isn't that why you have siblings, to help? So with their help, plus a couple men from work help us replace the decking and replace our shingles. Luckily my mom took Carson and watch him. He would be in the way and into everything. Hopefully we will have all the shingles done today or tomorrow. It just depends on the weather here in Paragould.  I will be so ready for vacation next week. I told David just do the roof, we can live with the ceiling for a couple of weeks. But when we come back from the lake, We have a ton of things to do to the house. What a crazy week this has been. I guess everyone has a week like this, one time or another. I really to here the Lake calling my name!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-1204836144416542616?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/1204836144416542616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=1204836144416542616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1204836144416542616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1204836144416542616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy-week.html' title='Crazy Week....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8686014136779714324</id><published>2008-06-13T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:21:19.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Under the Weather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As I am getting older, it seems like my allergies are getting worse!! When I was a little girl, I was in and out of the hospital with asthma and bronchus. But as I started school, I began to grow out of being sick. But as I'm getting older it has caught back up with me. I've been back to the dr. with another sinus problem. My sinus drainage has irritated my ear and throat. So he put me on med's and noise spray. I just assume to knock me out because that's what I feel like. It extremely hurts. My limpnoids are very swollen!!! I also found out that I had High Blood Pressure again. The Dr. told me three strikes and he has to do something. What else is new. So yes I'm a little under the weather this week. I have to start getting better because we have vacation in two weeks and alot still has to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8686014136779714324?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8686014136779714324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8686014136779714324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8686014136779714324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8686014136779714324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-under-weather.html' title='A Little Under the Weather...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-938181011777446319</id><published>2008-06-04T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:34:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson Got Air....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First of all Carson made it through his second day of preschool. He didn't get to go outside, because it was so hot outside. So they stayed in, and he got to eat a red Popsicle. Speaking of Hot they talk about Summer yesterday. He made it another day. So far it has worked out very well for him. They haven't told us anything different and his reports have been coming up very good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, It's really, really, really Hot in Paragould AR. Lucky us!! Our house is run by Window Air!! I know little air is better than no air!! Well It's kinda of strange, when my Dad runs a Heat and Air Business. You would think he would offer to put in Central Heat and Air....But no offers yet!!! So we get to use Window Air. Well last year when the temp got up to 100 plus. We had to use one of my sister's window units for Carson Bedroom. Did you catch that!! My sister doesn't have Central Heat and Air either!! LOL!!! It's kinda humorous to us!!! Anyway so instead of borrowing hers again this year!! We decided to get a new one. So that's what we did. David went to Wal-Mart last night and fought through the crowd. And he got one. So what we decided, we put our little one that is in our bedroom and put the new one in ours. It's kinda bigger than what we had. So we put our old one in Carson's room and what was the first thing he did, play with the knobs. Typical three year old. So we took the knobs off, and put up high!! So now we have a Big One in our Kitchen and Living Room. New one in our Bedroom. and a small one in Carson's Room. We should not be hot in any part of the house now. We have Cold Air!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-938181011777446319?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/938181011777446319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=938181011777446319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/938181011777446319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/938181011777446319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/06/carson-got-air.html' title='Carson Got Air....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2221631612782572985</id><published>2008-06-03T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:56:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SEWTuK3c9EI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/csw-AG9TLfI/s1600-h/amypict5+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207730965524051010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SEWTuK3c9EI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/csw-AG9TLfI/s320/amypict5+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I sound like a story book!! But that's what it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt; like. It just feels like a new chapter of our lives. We have just started the summer on a very high note. The first day of Preschool was yesterday and everything went good. We started the morning by letting him watch Thomas the Train.We just took our time getting ready and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reassure&lt;/span&gt; him that everything will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Before we knew it, the clock said 6:50. So we put him in the car. As he sat in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;car set&lt;/span&gt;, I look back and I knew that my little boy was becoming a big boy. This step of preschool confirmed that he was about to grow up very quickly before my eyes. I knew David wanted to come and be apart of his first day of preschool. It was just the three of us, headed to preschool. As we approach the school, the very first thing Carson saw was the big playground in the back. He wanted to go play, instead of going inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207722411309420066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SEWL8P7wTiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/v_YtABJYLx4/s320/amypict5+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We walk up to the door, walked inside and we found his room, signed him in and we talked with a few teacher's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aid's&lt;/span&gt;. His teacher didn't get there till 7:30. So we just hung out until we meet her. Her name is Mrs. Denise, she seems nice. So as we where leaving, he gave us kisses and hugs. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help myself I started crying. Not that I was upset, but because I was happy for him. He seemed to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with everything. But he looked like a lost puppy, because he didn't know anybody yet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207725171284092706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SEWOc5o_pyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SV1o-MFPzTc/s320/amypict5+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So as we left, me and David went our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; way's going to work. He was glad he came. I went through the day looking at the clock thinking of what he might be doing. My babysitter even called and check on how he did. She is such a sweet person, I will never forget her. It was a busy day so the day went by fast. As the clock struck 4:00 I left to go picked him up and there he was inside his room, playing. He also help the aids pick up the toy's in his room. I'm so proud of him, he was so hot and tired. We made it!! We made our New Chapter of Life!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2221631612782572985?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2221631612782572985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2221631612782572985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2221631612782572985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2221631612782572985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SEWTuK3c9EI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/csw-AG9TLfI/s72-c/amypict5+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-5254386380166032</id><published>2008-06-02T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:06:55.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift Idea for my Babysitter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SEWVNwtrpdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vX8Y8LRvb3k/s1600-h/amypict5+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207732607771190738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SEWVNwtrpdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vX8Y8LRvb3k/s320/amypict5+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I decided to give my babysitter a gift certificate to Eden spa this is what I came up with!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I printed off the certificate online and took pink card stock. And just created something creative!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-5254386380166032?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/5254386380166032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=5254386380166032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5254386380166032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5254386380166032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/05/gift-idea-for-my-babysitter.html' title='A Gift Idea for my Babysitter...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SEWVNwtrpdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vX8Y8LRvb3k/s72-c/amypict5+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8639742044327571466</id><published>2008-05-29T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:58:46.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having to say goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SEWUSVjunKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SWZYUI7VOi4/s1600-h/amypict5+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207731586869402786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SEWUSVjunKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SWZYUI7VOi4/s320/amypict5+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, what I have to do tomorrow is going to hurt. I have to say goodbye to a very, faithful, loving and dependable woman. She has been apart of my family for a total of three years. We have become very good friends. We have one thing in our lives that we have been sharing. That is my son. As I'm working on a gift for her, it truly has been a very difficult task. Because I want to give her the world for taking care of my son. She has been wonderful, trustworthy, and a very dependable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I was seven month's pregnant I started trying to figure out who to watch my unborn child. We looked at childcare facility's. Meet with them, talk with them, and just look around at the places. We finally pick one out, we signed up at a place called Kid's Corner. It was owned by some friends of my father. They where nice and willing to take in baby boy. But then things turned around when I was eight month's pregnant. We had our last ultrasound done, we found that Carson had major health problem's. So the option of finding a daycare place that would take in a child with health problems was coming to a close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I just waited and prayed about this situation that we where in. It was not an option of me staying home, because like many we needed the money. My mom was working. My sister was in college. The only other option would be a babysitter. So like an answered prayer, Kissa Gardener came into our lives. I had went to school with her and was going to church with my sister. She was pregnant and wanted to stay home with her daughter and her newborn. She didn't mind watching another baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She started watching Carson February 1,2005. So with an exception of a few months off with her giving birth. And Carson's Surgery's, Vacation's, and Holiday's. She has been our Babysitter for the past 3 year's. The reason for us to leave, is Carson needs to start Preschool. He is three now so I want him to be the best he can be. So I want this extra push on him. So he will be ready for School. So how can you tell someone, who has been such a big part of yours and your child's lives goodbye. Tomorrow will not be easy, but they will be tears of Joy and Happiness. I wouldn't take back any of those years. Because I feel like we have made friend's for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8639742044327571466?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8639742044327571466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8639742044327571466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8639742044327571466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8639742044327571466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/05/having-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Having to say goodbye...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SEWUSVjunKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SWZYUI7VOi4/s72-c/amypict5+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-4618398935922786320</id><published>2008-05-15T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:19:08.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Proud Mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am a very proud mother right now. Last night at church, we had several solo's at church. I got to sing a couple. My husband got to sing some. What I am so proud of is that, the church ask my son get up in front of everyone and sing some songs. So he walk up on the stage, grab the microphone, and then he started singing Jesus Loves Me. He was just as plan as he could be. He look so big and tall. After he got done with the first song. They asked him to sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zacharias&lt;/span&gt;. So he started singing again. I was so proud of him. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; he will be a very good singer. David and myself started singing about Carson's age. So it comes very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; for him to sing. I hope he will continue singing for the church. So now I have a preschooler that likes to sing in front of the church. My baby is growing up way to fast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-4618398935922786320?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/4618398935922786320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=4618398935922786320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4618398935922786320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4618398935922786320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/05/very-proud-mother.html' title='Very Proud Mother...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8302688130214506892</id><published>2008-05-14T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:20:12.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Cry Outloud....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, First of all I had a wonderful Mother's Day. And just like I hope I got a mother's ring. It has mine, Davids, the month we got married, and last but not least Carson's birth stone. It is very pretty and it's just what I've been hinting around for four years now. My husband did a wonderful job on picking it out. So we went and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; granny at church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. You ought to have seen her face when she saw us at her church. I wish I got my camera out to take a picture of her look. It was fun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. I told my mom it really didn't matter what we did, just as long as I was with my mom and my son for mother's day. So that's what happened. So it was a good 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Mother's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been kind of gloomy for me right now. I knew I had to do it, so last night I sat down and filled out the ten page &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;registration&lt;/span&gt; for preschool for Carson. The more I read it and filled out the information the more, I realized that it will never be the same again. My three year old son is fixing to go to school!!! And he will be in school till he is 18 years old!!! WOW!!! What a thought!! That's a long time for my son to be in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm doing good. I'm not crying yet!!! I'm not upset yet!! We are going Friday and turn in the paperwork and let Carson see the inside of the school. Don't know how he will react to see the inside. He knows the outside has mostly toys and a playground. You know Fun Stuff!!! I don't think it will get to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; June 2. So I'm keeping all the feelings inside and some on the blog. It's just a big change for him and I hope it will all work out in the end. A new Adventure is awaiting us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8302688130214506892?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8302688130214506892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8302688130214506892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8302688130214506892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8302688130214506892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-cry-outloud.html' title='Don&apos;t Cry Outloud....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-3387181875874836424</id><published>2008-05-09T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:38:53.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, it's my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Mother's day weekend. We don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; going on. Just a big get together with my family at my granny's church. We have never celebrated Mother's Day at anywhere else than our church. So this year my mother got with her brother's and sister's, and we are going to surprise granny. We are going to meet in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Piggott&lt;/span&gt; General Baptist Church in Piggott Ar.  parking lot at 10:00 and all go in together. I 'm just excited to see my granny's face when about ten-twenty of us show up. I will let you know how it went. But as for me, I've been hinting around for a mother's ring. Maybe I will get one this year. Can't wait!!! So anyway for those that read my blog, I wish you a Wonderful, Blessed, and Happy Mother's Day!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-3387181875874836424?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/3387181875874836424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=3387181875874836424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3387181875874836424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3387181875874836424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-7237391207048765571</id><published>2008-04-21T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:29:40.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Night....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saturday Night we had a Ladies Night at our church. It was a Birthday Theme. We had a ball!!! It was so fun! We played games, had birthday cake, and exchange gifts. We just celebrated and cried and shared memories of birthday's from the past. I made all the women at the party a Chipboard Calender. They turned out very neat, Thanks Lisa Terry for the idea!! Here is what they looked like!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191780610294545666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SAzo9TRd_QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MDE2HiLpt4o/s320/amy+pict3+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191780919532190994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SAzpPTRd_RI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3CEikwBpBK0/s320/amy+pict3+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They really looked nice. Everyone commented on them how neat it was. On the back of each one there is a list of the all the women birthday's in the church. I thought it would be nice to look at the calender to see who's birthday was coming up. The only thing, It only took me about six nights to work on them. Well you know, I have a three year old. It just took longer than what I thought. But it all worked out fine. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun and I just might make more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-7237391207048765571?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/7237391207048765571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=7237391207048765571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7237391207048765571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7237391207048765571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/04/ladies-night.html' title='Ladies Night....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/SAzo9TRd_QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MDE2HiLpt4o/s72-c/amy+pict3+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-6278188857287590312</id><published>2008-04-17T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:27:24.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok...I just got done registering my three old in pre-school today. I just can't believe how fast he is growing up. It just seems like yesterday that I brought him home from the hospital. Now he is actually fixing to go to pre-school. I have people tell me, he is to young to go. Then I turn around and they say that it will be good for him. It's just a mixed emotion. I want the best for him and if going to school early is that, than I'm all for it. I struggled in school and I don't want him to. So I picked up the packet today and gave them the information they needed. So he is set, just got to fill out the packet and return and so June 2, 2008 my son Carson Allen Roush will be starting pre-school. Oh my, he is really Growing Up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-6278188857287590312?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/6278188857287590312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=6278188857287590312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6278188857287590312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6278188857287590312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/04/growing-up.html' title='Growing up....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-4670935631335260511</id><published>2008-04-16T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:56:23.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, I can hear you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, I went to the Ear Dr. yesterday and although I did lose some part of my hearing. The Doctor said that I would regain my hearing within six to eight weeks. That is what I wanted to here LOL...It was an experience I will never forget. The last time my hearing was check, I was in elementary school. You know the test where if you here a noise lift your hand up for that ear. This was a little more difficult. They put me in a sound proof room, with cords and buttons and a chair. They stuck wires in my ear and the machine made loud, medium, soft noises. For every noise that happened I pushed the button. Like I said it was an experience I will never forget. Anyway the test came back my right ear was just fine. The left one, He told me I lost about 5% of my hearing. So if I don't regain it, he told me it's not a major lost of my hearing, but I should regain it all back. I am OK, with it. As long as it comes back I will be fine. It just feels like I'm in a barrel talking still. I am not to use q-tips again. He saw that my ear drum was somewhat damaged from using q-tips. Wow, I had no idea that I was doing that to my ear. The only thing I have to figure out is, to learn how to sing with some hearing lost. It's just going to be a little bother for me. But praise God that it was not at all serious. I believe it was just a test in my faith. I believe that if you have just even a little faith that God is in control it will all work out in the end. Maybe not for you, but God's plan for you. I Thank God for everything in my life. Without him I just don't know what I would do. Give God Thanks for he is in control of your life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-4670935631335260511?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/4670935631335260511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=4670935631335260511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4670935631335260511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4670935631335260511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/04/lord-i-can-hear-you.html' title='Lord, I can hear you...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-6418095720130364908</id><published>2008-04-10T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:58:28.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm still here blog world. It is just so hard to keep up with a blog, when you don't have a computer at home. It is very un handy!! But maybe for Christmas we might be getting a computer, we will see!!! I just can't concentrate on what I would like to say on my blog. I would love to show more pictures, scrapbook things and floral things. I make things all the time, so maybe I can share more with you on what actually is my hobbies are. I love looking at other blogs and getting ideas. So thank you for sharing. I get put in charge alot on church things. So with the help of scrapbook blogs and crafts I get very creative and nobody at church knows where I get the ideas LOL I full alot of people. Anyway, I'm in the process of making some chipboard calenders for the ladies of the church. Wish me luck. I just wanted to let everyone know how much I like ready your blogs. Got to go, and get some work done LOL !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-6418095720130364908?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/6418095720130364908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=6418095720130364908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6418095720130364908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6418095720130364908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2229986938352476033</id><published>2008-03-28T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:59:55.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, What did you say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know what happened. I had a wonderful, blessed weekend. Where did it go? Because as I'm approaching this weekend, it's not very blessed . OK, let me explain, I've had ear problems for the last few day's. I went to the Dr. today and it was like a bomb went off. He tells me I may be losing my hearing in my left ear. WHAT!!! That was my first thought. There weren't any fluid or anything wrong with my ear drum. What hearing test he did, he told me I didn't do very well. So if you read my blog, please hold me up in your prayer's. I know God has put in this trail for a reason and I just don't know what reason that would be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2229986938352476033?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2229986938352476033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2229986938352476033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2229986938352476033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2229986938352476033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/03/lord-what-did-you-say.html' title='Lord, What did you say...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-3841917198000920856</id><published>2008-03-21T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:58:54.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blessed Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R-vBUsqYHHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tRFpdGH2uWo/s1600-h/amy+pict+349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182448357550333042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R-vBUsqYHHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tRFpdGH2uWo/s320/amy+pict+349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We had a wonderful Blessed Easter Weekend. It started when David took Carson to see his mom and dad. They gave Carson a small basket filled with Hotwheel's. He was so excited about the car's. He played with them for hours Friday Night. But while they where there at David's mom and dad's, I went to church making final decissions on the Easter program. It was so blissful. I was in our little church by myself, decorated beautiful for Easter, working on a program to celebrate easter. And here it was good Friday and I was at church. It was a moment that I could feel God's pressence there with me. I mean what a way to start off your easter weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then we took Carson to the community Egg Hunt Saturday. We had to help the easter bunny get ready (MY SISTER). Carson never knew that she was the bunny. She wouldn't say a word to him. She didn't want to give it away just yet. Got to the egg hunt there where about 50 to 60 little toddlers finding 2,000 egg's in his age group. It was crazy. Carson was with his Daddy while I took pictures and video. Well they found about 20 eggs filled with candy and sweets. While the Easter Bunny had to be with the other age group's, we took Carson to the blow up things. Carson did not want to leave. He was having such a good time !! But we had to go to my mom's house and dye easter eggs. He was getting tired and sleepy so we laid him down. We let him sleep for awhile. In the years past, I've been know to not let carson do it by hiself. So this year I was paitent with him. I let him be as crazy with the eggs as he wanted. In the past I got upset because the dye would not get off his hands. So this year I tried to be paitent with him, He did very well. He finally got the hang of it toward the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181739430248455218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R-k8jsqYHDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3SG3IcdEuzs/s400/amy+pict+244.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182446115577404482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R-u_SMqYHEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YhAe6ON7Ywo/s320/amy+pict+338.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182446759822498898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R-u_3sqYHFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gh1wLQko7qk/s320/amy+pict+268.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182447979593210978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R-vA-sqYHGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cAQDtqmhuic/s320/amy+pict+317.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;As we approach Sunday Morning, I could feel the presence of God. There was just something about how we approach Easter this year. So there we where in our Sunday Best. We got to church, had our Easter program. It was very moving, we shared the pain and suffering that Jesus had to go through to give us eternal life. I hope everyone enjoyed it. We took the Lords Supper. Just the whole day was good. We came out to mom's and had good food and hide the egg's for Carson. The only thing was it was soooo cold. We watch the movie King of Kings a tradition I hope will last. But what a Year to celebrate Easter with my son and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-3841917198000920856?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/3841917198000920856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=3841917198000920856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3841917198000920856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3841917198000920856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/03/blessed-weekend.html' title='A Blessed Weekend...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R-vBUsqYHHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tRFpdGH2uWo/s72-c/amy+pict+349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-4471332806237221649</id><published>2008-03-13T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:59:11.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 9th Anniversary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, we made it! As I look at the clock on the wall at work. It is now after two, so nine years ago we where in the middle of our wedding. Hard to believe that it has been nine years since we said those vow's. So here we are, nothing really big, just another milestone year. If you asked me the first year if we would see year nine. I would have said are you kidding me !!!&lt;br /&gt;What started out just being friends, ended up in marriage. David ask me out on a date back in August 1997. The date consisted on eating at Dairy Queen, and cruising town. LOL!! That was the big thing in Paragould Ar. at that time. We dated for six months he asked me to marry him and then a year later we where walking down the aisle at church. What where we thinking!!! What are we doing!!! That's just it, we weren't thinking. So nine years later here we are.At the beginning of our marriage we didn't have really anything. We bought most everything from yard sales and flee markets. We got married really on a dime. We felt like family was important in a marriage, so we brought that out in our marriage. By allowing every family member take part in our little ceremony. It was simple and sweet. Or at least I thought it was!!!&lt;br /&gt;What we have accomplished in our years of marriage are wonderful. We have truly work from the sweat of our brow to get where we are today. But we have the most beautiful son, who is three. He is the love our lives. We have our wonderful, caring family that supports us in all we do. Whether it crazy things that don't make since or singing together for the lord. They are always there. And we have Christ in the center of our lives. We knew from the very start that we could not survive without Christ. We truly keep him centered. And like we have in the past blogs, went through trial's, our lord is always there to help us through it.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds crazy but we are those kid's that won't leave. What I mean by that, my Dad let us have a job with him. He ownes an Elect, HVAC, and Plumb Company. So I started when I was 16 working part time. David started when we first got married. So We have worked with my Dad most of our married life. People ask us all the time, "How do you work together and live together"? I really don't know how it ever works out. But we make it. We have been blessed to own a little house, two descent vehicles to drive. And we have our own sound system, to take with us when we do singing that we are very proud of. We felt like that was God sent. We are not going to be the Gaither's or Martins. But maybe David, Amy and Carson Roush one of these day's. We are just taking one step at a time. Because that's all we have had is time. Time to be with each other, time to spend with our son, time to spend with God. Our anniversary may tell the years, all we know is it tells the time and the memories of our lives. It's been good, and maybe many more to come. Only if the Lord will look upon us, as we travel another year of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-4471332806237221649?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/4471332806237221649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=4471332806237221649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4471332806237221649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4471332806237221649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-9th-anniversary.html' title='Our 9th Anniversary...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-5762337628352356882</id><published>2008-03-11T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:59:28.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Catching You Up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Since Valentine's Day. Me and my husband have had major discussion on how he treat's me. I know something has been going on with him. Because he doesn't really talk to me anymore. So here we are fixing to celebrate nine years of marriage. I feel like I'm in this marriage by myself. All along I have felt like everything has been wonderful. We just have some issue's to work out. So I am leaving it in the Lord's hand's. I trust him with everything. So with us celebrating nine years of marriage my husband is going to get me a mother's ring of my choice. He told me I could pick out exactly what I wanted for my anniversary. I have wanted one ever since my son was born. So I guess that's what I will be getting. My husband's gift was a new lawn mower. We are so weird. Nothing romantic about our gifts to each other. But that's what he wanted also. Next year we will be celebrating our 10th Year. So we are planning a wonderful trip to Disney World down in Florida. Yes we are planning on taking our son. It's a big vacation for all of us. I have wanted to take both of them down there for a long time. Neither one of them have never went. I have went my Senior Year. But that's going to be our gift to each other next year. Can't wait. If we survive another year. LOL......&lt;br /&gt;So with that said, we have been working on our Easter Program. I just can't believe we just had snow and now it's warm and pretty outside. We all thought we would be hiding Easter eggs in the snow. Why put Easter in the month of March? It doesn't make since. The children will be freezing trying to find eggs. Plus the outfits they make for spring are actually for summer. The will freeze !! We are planning on going to the big city egg hunt. My sister of all people, is the Easter bunny this year. How funny is that !! We are just wondering if she will be able to wear the heavy bunny costume!! It's been very busy around here. And it's hard catching everyone up, when I don't have a computer at home yet. So I have to catch you up in segments By for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-5762337628352356882?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/5762337628352356882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=5762337628352356882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5762337628352356882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5762337628352356882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-catching-you-up.html' title='Just Catching You Up....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8135765070276336120</id><published>2008-02-29T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:13:23.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just been out of it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok, just been a little out of it. Haven't felt like blogging. Things have been crazy at our house. Sickness has struck the roush household. But we are all doing better. I looked back on my calender's in the past. And it seems like for the past four years, I have been sick during the month of February. Sound's crazy but that's what I have wrote down. So we have just been kinda of out of it. I promise Monday will be much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8135765070276336120?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8135765070276336120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8135765070276336120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8135765070276336120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8135765070276336120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-been-out-of-it.html' title='Just been out of it...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-4272879195216566260</id><published>2008-02-18T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:30:20.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 10th Valentine's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, this year we celbrated our 10th Valentine's day, and what did I get "nothing." I didn't ask for anything, because I wanted to be surprised. Boy oh Boy I was surprised. I didn't even get a I love you or a Happy Valentine's Day. I really don't know what was going on with my husband this year. He alway's remember's to at least get me a card or candy. This year all he got me was hurt. He think's, It wasn't a big deal for him to get me anything. But at least simple gester would have been great. The only thing that was good for Valentine's Day, was my three year old son, made me a special valentine. And made me a heart shape cupcake. It was soooo cute. The only thing is, he decided to eat the cupcake he made for me. My mom came though also. She alway's gives us something. This year she bought a card for Carson to give me. I also got a box of candy from her. She is always there for us. So anyway Happy Valentine's Day to me. Not a good memory for our 10th Valentine's Day together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-4272879195216566260?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/4272879195216566260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=4272879195216566260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4272879195216566260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4272879195216566260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-10th-valentines-day.html' title='Our 10th Valentine&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-6007261583142641126</id><published>2008-01-29T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:32:18.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can you feel it!! Can you really feel it!! I can!! My husband has been very good to me over the weekend and the last couple of day's. I really must say, he has helped me clean house and even cooked supper for me. I don't know what has got into him, but he has done things without me even asking. So for us, right this very moment, and in this very sec, in our lives... It's really Good!!! I think God above for the good feelings I feel. So for the moment in time I'm really enjoying life. There is not a thing going on right now!!! OK, got you fooled! There is always something going on with us. Right now I am planing our Valentine Banquet for church. So with this feeling that is within me, I hope it will last for a couple of weeks. So I can share with everyone at church, the love that is within me right now. I love the song Bubbly by Colbie Caillat. Her song just fit's my personality right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Chorus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wherever it goes, I always know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You make me smile please stay for a while now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just take your time, wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just feel that for me Love is in the air, and I want to pass this love around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope you catch it. It's a wonderful feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-6007261583142641126?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/6007261583142641126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=6007261583142641126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6007261583142641126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6007261583142641126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2948255716639662027</id><published>2008-01-18T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:11:26.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby it's Cold Outside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where is the Snow? The forecast got our hopes up when they told us there was a chance of snow. I love snow!!! Snow cream, Snow Angels, Sledding, taking the wet white snow in your hand and having a snow ball fight. Me and my sister used to have big ones. We didn't have any other neighbor's around so we would gang up on our parents. It was alot of fun. I would rather have snow instead of the Cold Temperature we are fixing to get though. They call it the Artic Blast. With that said, it's prob going to very very cold. So silly us, we are going Scrapbook shopping tomorrow in the cold temperature. Don't really know what we where thinking when we planned this trip. But I'm excited. I will not have my three year old. I know we all love our children, but you know what, most toddlers don't like going shopping. Especially Scrapbook shopping. So this is a get away with my mom and sister. So we are going to stay warm and have a good time. Because Baby it's cold outside!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2948255716639662027?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2948255716639662027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2948255716639662027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2948255716639662027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2948255716639662027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby it&apos;s Cold Outside...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-3550870114725909234</id><published>2008-01-14T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:58:01.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Chapter in our lives...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm still here!! Since I last blog, we've had some major things happen. My mom had to have surgery on her wrist. She is doing fine. I've had to take care of her, the house and etc... Then I was cleaning up and putting Christmas away, and my back went out. I was down for a couple of days. Then my mother-in-law was put into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; for a kidney infection. And then my Dad had some test run on him and they found a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;usrel&lt;/span&gt;. So it has just been a little too crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We have started a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chapter&lt;/span&gt; in our lives. We have started to potty train my three year old. We have started the pull-up method. Since he has had problems with his kidney's, we have decided to ease into the training process. He has done fair with it. He did better with me over the weekend, than my babysitter. It will just take time and I understand that. He has had been through so much with his kidney and bladder that it's to be expected. This was very funny this weekend while we where shopping he would go to the bathroom and He was very amazed at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;automatic&lt;/span&gt; flushing system. There where times he told us he had to go and all he wanted to do was to flush. And then my husband took him to the bathroom Sat. night and he told his daddy that he was going into the wrong door. A little humor to carry us through this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stress full&lt;/span&gt; step of his life. I know he will get the hang of it. We are just taking our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We also got my three year old enrolled in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school for this summer. He will start June 2. My babysitter is quiting and I have to find somewhere to place him. I myself personally am not ready to see my baby start school. Deep down I knew this would eventually come, I just didn't expect it to come so soon. I know it has to be done, but it's just mixed emotions right now. We meet with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school Friday, the manager walked with us and showed us every room within the school. Then she sat down and talked with us and answered any questions for about 30 min. I really felt she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sincere&lt;/span&gt; about having Carson join in with them. So we signed up for the summer session. With me signing him up so early, he won't be on a long waiting list. So that's why we did it so early. I want him to go, and make friends, learn, and just experience life at the fullest. I feel like I've keep him inside this little shell for his protection. And know that he is getting older, he needs to experience life. So keep us in your prayers, as we take on this new adventure in life, as we celebrate the next chapter of life!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-3550870114725909234?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/3550870114725909234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=3550870114725909234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3550870114725909234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3550870114725909234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-chapter-in-our-lives.html' title='A new Chapter in our lives...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-7426029059365998178</id><published>2008-01-03T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:05:54.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R30V2dlklfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xwkAkB9EAig/s1600-h/amy+pict+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151297574181049842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R30V2dlklfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xwkAkB9EAig/s200/amy+pict+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, it's 2008 and what are you going to do different this year? I hate to make resolution, because I never keep them. But this year is going to be different. My new year's resolution, is of course to loose a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt;. But I am doing something I have never done, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; wanted to do. I plan on reading through the entire Bible this year. You see like most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;, I read a couple of chapters. Or study through my lesson's. But never the entire Bible!!! So my plan is to follow the chart that is in the back of my study Bible and really read the entire Bible this year. I trust that you make a new year plan also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things just wasn't very good last year. I felt like my faith was testing daily. So this year I plan on serving my Lord with all my heart, mind and soul. There is nothing more rewarding that I have found than the blessings from the Lord. So ready set go, Let's have a wonderful new year in 2008. May God Bless you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-7426029059365998178?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/7426029059365998178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=7426029059365998178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7426029059365998178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7426029059365998178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R30V2dlklfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xwkAkB9EAig/s72-c/amy+pict+258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-4003454801806998531</id><published>2007-12-29T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:50:20.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surving the Hoilday's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, It's been awhile, and no I'm not dead. Just been very busy. Yeah we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Holiday's&lt;/span&gt;. We actually made it. It actually wasn't that bad this year. We were very blessed to be off work both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. This gave a chance to spread our time out with everyone. We got to spend some time with Davids family and my family. I don't know what happened this year, but we where not rushed at all. It felt very good. We got to catch up on family life, and not worry about presents. Or at least the adults didn't worry about presents... The years past we spent the night with my mom and had Christmas Morning with her. Here is Carson Opening his presents Christmas Morning. This was the very first Christmas Morning at my house this year. We did the whole Santa's milk and cookies. And yes we even feed the reindeer. This year Carson realize who Santa was and so I invited my Mom and Dad to come over and watch him opened his gifts from Santa. It was so cute, we continued the Thomas the Train Theme from his Birthday for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150990926401017234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R3v-9NlklZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HpOI6hSZ3cE/s200/amy+pict+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150992103222056354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R3wABtlklaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RSl-7O8Ascs/s200/amy+pict+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150992545603687858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R3wAbdlklbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4N2jEfTFhH4/s200/amy+pict+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So he had a good Christmas I believe. We just tried to make sure he had a few things under the tree. We than went to Mom's house to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;breakfest&lt;/span&gt; and opened Presents for her. It was fun and me and my sister got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; things. That's about all I ask for this year. Boy it was more than what I expected. I also got a scrapbook Sweatshirt. Here I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;posing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150993761079432642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R3wBiNlklcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/J_x8m_g0lA0/s200/amy+pict+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I was very surprised about the sweatshirt. Anyway my husband got me a watch and money. He told me he didn't know what to get me this year. But I was happy he gave me money anyway. So we did our gifts and than we went to spend Christmas with my Grandpa and my step Grandmother. We did a little bit different this year we rented a place. So for the very first year in my 30yrs of my life. We didn't have Christmas at my Grandpa's. It was bittersweet this year. For one reason, we had enough room, and the TV wasn't going on. The other thing, before we left there was a piano in the place. My dad played and the family started singing songs for my grandpa. You see, our family is based on a Christian Singing Family. There is my Dad, and my two uncles who play the piano and are preaches. So the biggest part of past holiday's was singing old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hymns&lt;/span&gt; that Grandpa and Grandma loved to here. So that was the highlight of the day singing around like we used to do when we where little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150996239275562450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R3wDydlkldI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mJ9xRT-az6M/s200/amy+pict+278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So we had a very blessed Christmas and hope we have a Blessed New year also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-4003454801806998531?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/4003454801806998531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=4003454801806998531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4003454801806998531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4003454801806998531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/12/surving-hoildays.html' title='Surving the Hoilday&apos;s...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/R3v-9NlklZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HpOI6hSZ3cE/s72-c/amy+pict+224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-5018201911618274390</id><published>2007-12-11T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:25:42.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or Not, Christmas is almost Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I must say, for Christmas to be in two weeks, I am more ready for Christmas this year than I was last. Mainly because I have planned it out a little differently than last year. Everything in my house is very basic. I did not decorate very much outside or inside. I just feel like it just needs to be simple to be pretty this year. And for the first time in a very long time, the gifts are mostly bought. I just have a few that are on order, and I hope and pray that they will be here in time for Christmas. But the gifts are very simple. I haven't bought for hardly anybody this year. I have a few gifts that I had to buy that where small in cost. I feel like everybody bent to the financial needs of other's. Like instead of drawing names, we are exchanging a ten dollar man or woman's gift a church. And at work, the ladies are bring a ten dollar scrap booking supply. And as for my extended family, we are not doing gifts this year. So I feel like everyone understands the financial strain everyone is under this year. I mainly bought for my son, husband, sister, mother and father and in-laws. So I myself do not feel stress out very much this year. There is much to do and make. Plus I informed Santa, that my son wants a couple of things that have to be made or put together. So Santa is feeling the stress of Christmas. I told him put a smile on his face and enjoy it. So anyway ready or not, Christmas is almost here and I'm ready for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I can not wait till this coming weekend. My mom and I are going to make candy and treats. This was passed down from my grandmother. Baking and making Candy was her treat to us. I feel very honored in receiving some of her recipes that she made every year. I'm looking forward in making Rice Krispees treats, sugar cookie's, a recipe called Heavenly Hash, Fudge, and Chocolate covered Pretzel. All of those good and fating candy. It's just a fun time to get together with my mom and sister. And maybe this year Carson will be able to help with making candy. It will be very interesting. But I'm sure it will be eatable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I love Christmas mainly because it seems to be the only time when most of the world stands still for at least a day. I mean when everything is closed, even Wal-Mart the day of Christmas, is what I mean when things are at a stand still. I know it's silly but when leaving my Grandpa's we just have to drive into the parking lot of Wal-mart. Because there is not a single soul around. I believe most people try to really feel the Peace that God wishes we had all through the year. I try to have this peace in my heart. God want's us all to have peace and share that peace of the season to everyone. This is my Grownup Christmas wish. That we all try to find Peace within ourselves and with others. So are you truly ready for Christmas this year. You've only got two weeks left. Find it, feel it, and share the spirit of Christmas with everyone you come in contact with. Because Christmas is almost here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-5018201911618274390?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/5018201911618274390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=5018201911618274390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5018201911618274390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5018201911618274390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/12/ready-or-not-christmas-is-almost-here.html' title='Ready or Not, Christmas is almost Here...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-1541036999487430486</id><published>2007-12-03T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:22:56.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When True Friends are not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Remember in my profile I am a observer. I just have a few thoughts that have been thinking on. For a couple of year's now, I have tried to push and form friendship with someone. And to be honest, I just don't think they want to be close friends. And I just don't know how long I need to keep the friendship going. I truly want the friendship to work. Don't get me wrong, I have some wonderful friends. The friends that I have, I've made over many years, and are great wonderful friends. They will drop everything just to help you out. I love them very much. They are my very true best friends, and they know who they are. If I need something or just to talk they are there. They've been my friends for years. But I have also made new friends along my life that are good friends also. But then I have those friends who just could care less about what goes on with you. The question is how far do you push a friendship. How far do you to go to be friends with certain people? When do you say enough is enough? I have this problem right now. Just how do I go about, trying to end a make shift friendship. When you know the friendship is truly not even there. How do you cut people out of your life? When you truly want them to be in you life? These are question's in my mind right now. I just don't know I will figure it out. I just don't like getting hurt all the time. I know I am the kind of person who never quits on somebody. And I hope that people won't quit on me. And I don't want to quit on them but when is enough, enough? When do I stop getting hurt. When I know that it is a forced friendship anyway. It just hurts that no matter how hard you try or how much you do for them they just don't want to be friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-1541036999487430486?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/1541036999487430486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=1541036999487430486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1541036999487430486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1541036999487430486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-true-friends-are-not.html' title='When True Friends are not...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-4123988539750943102</id><published>2007-11-28T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:23:34.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I must say that having a child around a holiday is not easy. We celebrated Thanksgiving, than turned around and had Carson's third Birthday. It was a good year though. For the first time in a long time. I took the time and thought about what I am so Thankful for this year. We are truly blessed. And we Thank God up above for that. So we celebrated Thanksgiving with our family. It went very well. I got a new tradition started for Thanksgiving Day. I got the idea from the ladies at Stamp Camp the other night. Thanks!! The idea was to bring whatever you wanted to work on, and scrapbook with your family on Thanksgiving Day. It was kind of odd. It was different. Because, we really haven't scrap with each other. So I hope a new tradition was formed. I hope everyone enjoyed it. We just shared and laughed with each other. Before we new it, the day was over and everyone headed home. So I was thankful that we have a hobby that we can share during the holiday's.&lt;br /&gt;So the next thing happened over the weekend. Was Carson's third birthday party. I had to work Friday, but I research on the Internet and found a wonderful idea for his party. You see we did his party in Thomas the Train. Thomas the Train is just what he is into this year. Last year it was Elmo, and the year before was just his first birthday. So I decided that this year was going to be good. I took the idea from a lady, that planned a party for her three year old nephew. She had turned her house into a train station. She had e-mail step by step what she had did for the party. First of all she used black duct tape for the train tracks. She placed the tracks all over the floor. And made the character out of cardboard boxes and spray paint.&lt;br /&gt;She also gave this idea, not to give the kids their goodie bags. But have games and let them win prizes (Goodie Bag items) and let them fill their goodie bags. So that's what we did. I started with a letter from Sir. Tophem Hat. And it read that Thomas the train was one his way to Carson's Party and that he was lost and he needed help trying to find Thomas. He also said that if along the way Thomas friends might need help. Help them out if we could. So we started down the hall, and the very first thing. Toby had drop coal out of his train car. Could we help him out by putting the coal back into his car. So the kids put coal (black socks filled with rice) back into the car. They got a prize. Then we moved on down. The Cranky the Crane dropped packages into the water, and could we fish and get the packages out. (Plywood with a Blue sheet leaned up against the hallway, with someone behind it to clip brown sacks filled with goodies to a dowel rod with yarn and a clothes pin) They loved it. So one we go, and Percy had ran into the chocolate factory and got candy all over him. The kid's had to collect all the choc late candy. So we help him out. Last but not least was James. He knew where Thomas was but the steam was thick and he couldn't get his whistle to work. (Steam was white balloon's) and under the balloons was the kid's whistles. So as they where blowing on their whistles, I had an adult blow on one in the other room. There was Thomas the Train. (Thomas Tent that my mom bought Carson) Inside the tent was pinata candy.&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen all those faces. It was alot of work to put together, but in the end it was all worth it. I was so pleased how everything went. Carson had about four little kids at his party. Being a holiday weekend it was hard to get his friends to come to his party. That is just something we are all going to have to deal with as he gets older. But he had about twenty-five adults.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and her mom made the cake and my dad got a helium tank to blow the balloon's up. Mom and my sister prepared the food. And my older cousin's help with the games. So all in all it was a Wonderful Team Effort. I hope his parties go just as good in the future. I love to create things that will have a lasting memory in people. It doesn't matter if I have a good time it matter's to me if everybody else has a good time. What a wonderful weekend, I'm even tired of blogging about it. I Thank God for another year with my son!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-4123988539750943102?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/4123988539750943102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=4123988539750943102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4123988539750943102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4123988539750943102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-7749087532729021631</id><published>2007-11-16T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:23:58.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Christmas Cards...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Alright I have a new hobby. I got to make 15 Christmas Cards this week. I really didn't know if I would like making cards. But I just want to say, (Thanks Ginger)!! She invited me to go with her to a Stamp Camp Class. I loved it, I had so much fun!! The class was a little advanced, for me. But I made it, with the help of the ladies around our table. They help me quite abit. But everything was cut and prepared for you. You just placed the card together. The first five where kinda of hard. But the rest where easier to figure our. Anyway, I believe with the pattern that we made. I will make my Christmas Cards this year. For the very first time ever. I will take the time and make each and everyone a homemade card this year. I think...If I have the time!!! I would just like to share with you , that I love the hobby that I have discovered. I can really do it, and I enjoy doing it. Wither it would be scrap booking or making cards. I just enjoy putting together something from scratch. My sister and mom pushed me into scrap booking. I thought I wouldn't be that good. But I'm finding it easier to do. So this is my new hobby. I hope to become better as the experience happens. I just can't believe I'm making my cards this year. Wish me luck!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-7749087532729021631?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/7749087532729021631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=7749087532729021631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7749087532729021631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7749087532729021631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/11/making-christmas-cards.html' title='Making Christmas Cards...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-1017153856217328584</id><published>2007-11-12T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:24:13.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not a Pageant Mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, the Jig is up. I'm not a Pageant Mother. Let me explain. Last Tuesday, we where asked if I would be interested in entering Carson in a Beauty Pageant. Mind you he has never entered a pageant. Well, I surrendered, Mom and my friend Ginger talked me into it. The pageant was Church Wear. So I just pulled an outfit from the closet, that we found at Dillard's in the spring on sale. It was tan pants, with a under shirt green,white, and cream. And we had a cover shirt that was dark green swede. It was cute, although I probably could have found a better outfit. So we got up Saturday Morning I let him play up till we had to get his bath. I put play close on him till we got there. We missed rehearsal because I had already schedule pictures for his birthday at Sears. The rehearsal was the Friday night before. We got there we had no clue what was going on or where to go. Luckily Amy the one that was in charge of it, showed us where to go and get ready. Mind you I have never done this before with him. I mean I was in a few pageants when I was little. But I had never put my son in a pageant before. His Daddy always told me that pageants where for girls. So here we are surrounded by all pretty little girls. Carson just looked at them like what I'm I doing here. So we got our number, and paperwork. Went and put his clothes on him. And just telling him if he did good we would go to the mall and play and get a toy. So we waited till our number was called. Mom and my sister went out in the audience to take pictures. The pageant was not very big at all, they where just raising money for Christmas for the needy in the town. So we waited, they called for the tiny little misses, than baby little misses, then it was our turn Baby Little Mr. There was only one other little boy that had entered. So we got on stage and blew kisses, waved at Nana and aunt sissy. Blew kisses at the judges (this is what I did when I was little) and tried to smile. Now Carson is a typical little boy. He will laugh and smile when he wants to. But he will not do it, on cue. He held my hand and would not let go. I figure he would get on stage and just start crying. But, I thought he did very well consider he didn't know what was going on. So we did our wave and all the turns, and things like that. We went back stage and waiting till they called for us again. We got called, went back on stage they called Carson name for the Most Photogenic. He got a plaque and a ribbon sash. Then he got called for 1st runner up. Got a trophy and another ribbon sash. The other little boy got Mr. Baby Autumn Beau. He got a bigger trophy and a ribbon sash, but, he got a toy truck instead of a Crown. That was fine and dandy, because we had already told Carson he would get a toy later. I turned out OK, It's just I'm not a Pageant Mother. I'm just not into paying big money for a few turns. Just to tell me that my child is prettier than the other's. I'm not against it by no means. I'm just not into it. So we may or not enter another one, who knows. But right now I'm Not a Pageant Mother!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-1017153856217328584?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/1017153856217328584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=1017153856217328584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1017153856217328584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1017153856217328584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-not-pageant-mother.html' title='I&apos;m Not a Pageant Mother...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-639985803783505700</id><published>2007-11-07T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:24:48.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not wanting to let go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;OK, for those that have told me that it's not that hard to let their children grow up, are very wrong. My little boy, is fixing to turn three, and I don't want him to turn another year older. It hadn't been that long ago that he was a little tiny baby boy. That I had waited very patiently for all my life. I know all mother's ask this question "Where did the time go". I honestly don't know where the time has went, because one min. he was a baby and now he his a toddler. I just wish I could freeze time and have a few more years of my little baby. My son and my husband are the loves of my life. I prayed to God for both of them. God has made me learn about patience. I wanted to have a boyfriend in school, but all the guys wanted to just be friends. So when I got out of high school I meet my husband in collage. Two years later we where married. We wanted children, that was a big reason why we married. We loved children. He has several brothers and sisters. I just have one sister. But we knew we wanted to share our life with our children. So again when we wanted to have children, God wasn't ready for us to have any. So we patiently waited. It took me a solid year to get pregnant. I had a good pregnancy, I was healthy. Then I had him and he had several medical problems. So do you see why it's hard for me to not let go of my little tiny baby. Not wanting to let go is my fear right now, I will , It's just going to be very hard for me. Because I really don't know if there will be anymore children in our life, I just don't know what God has in store for my life. I just want to hang on to what we got right now. It just hurts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-639985803783505700?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/639985803783505700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=639985803783505700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/639985803783505700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/639985803783505700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-wanting-to-let-go.html' title='Not wanting to let go...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-4984267791294159243</id><published>2007-11-05T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:25:04.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Older...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I know, I am behind in blogging. I just can't keep up with my blog. There just seems to be no end of my life slowing down. I just got back from another trip to Branson, I should prob. move up there. This makes my forth trip. And each time, I have seen something different. This time was the Christmas trip. It's only Nov. 5 and I'm ready to put my Christmas out. We got to see all kinds of lighting displays. So we can now count down day's till Christmas I think it's now 50 day's till Christmas. I'm sooooo not ready. The problem is Carson's birthday is the 23 of this month, then we turn around and Christmas is the 25. Not much of a brake. I was more into looking at how people decorated this year at branson. I have got so many ideas, I just wish it didn't go so fast, so we could enjoy Christmas like we used to. Getting older is sure though. We are so wrapped up in all that we do, we can't ever enjoy it. As soon as Christmas gets here, it will be all over. I just wish life would slow down, just a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-4984267791294159243?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/4984267791294159243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=4984267791294159243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4984267791294159243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/4984267791294159243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/11/getting-older.html' title='Getting Older...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-5663842160400363435</id><published>2007-10-19T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:25:29.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yeah, I'm 29, Yesterday was my birthday!!! It started off really good. Got a good morning kiss from my son, and husband. They both told me they Loved me, and that just made my morning. Well the day progressed. By noon, I was wanting to just go back to bed and get up again. Ever thing was screwed up at work. Just about every piece of paper we pick up there was something wrong with it. Plus, I miss birthday girl, crashed the system at work. I have no idea what happened, it just decided to crash on me. I got very emotional (crying). Because, I work for my Dad and Mom. My Dad is a very hard person to read. He wants the best for girls. I to be honest have not done my best. It is a very hard thing to explain but I have always tried to impress my Dad. I let him down all the time. I know I let him down because he never says anything to me. That's all I ever wanted was to be the light in my Dad's eye's. And I guess since I am still working for him that feeling of wanting to impress him still stands. I started working for day since I was 14 and I'm still here. I drop out of collage to get married, and I know that was disappointing. It's just that I'm secure here, I'm stuck in a shell, and I don't want to change. Or that's how I feel right now. Anyway I just don't wont him to be disappointed anymore in me than he already is. And here I crashed the system. So anyway, It was a emotional roller coaster yesterday. It got better my mom planed a supper at a Colton's. My Uncle and Aunt came in from Indiana. So they where there, also my sister came. And low and behold, my Dad walks in the door. What did I tell you my Dad is a very hard person to read. Anyway feelings so far of being 29. Happy, Upset, Glad, and Regret. Happy to be 29, Thanks you God for giving me one more year to be older. Upset that I screwed up the computer. Glad that my family took me out for supper last night, and they where all there. Regret that this all had to happen when I'm a year older. So all I've got left to say, Happy Birthday to Me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-5663842160400363435?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/5663842160400363435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=5663842160400363435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5663842160400363435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5663842160400363435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me....'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-6884854614157635565</id><published>2007-10-16T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:03:15.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is our Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OK, I know, it's been awhile since I have blog. But we have been very busy. Two weeks ago my husband and I, got to perform for our home church. Nothing big, we just put together some songs that we sing as solo's. We where very honored and touched by the invitation to come and share. We just felt the spirit of God move over us. We have never done this before, so it was a good practice night for us. It went fine, it's just we kept picking up a football game on our monitor. Not a good thing when it comes through while your singing. It turned out better than what we expected. We proved to ourselves that this is what God has blessed us to do. Sing, Praise and Worship God.&lt;br /&gt;So that happened, next event in our lives was my Mom's 52 birthday. We celebrated her birthday by taking her shopping and eating at Olive Garden. While we went shopping, I got a little of a start on Carson's 3rd birthday coming up in a few months. His theme this year is trains. So we are doing Thomas the Train. I didn't realize that there was so much stuff that went along with Trains. Anyway, I just can't believe that he will be 3 in Nov. it's very exciting because he is getting so big and smart. But on the other hand, he's not my baby, he is my big boy now. But that's life, changing very fast.&lt;br /&gt;We also got to go to Pumpkin Hollow this past weekend. Carson got to feed the goats, feed the chicken's and pet the rabbits. He got to ride horses, go on a Hayride. And ride a train, walk through corn mazes. And to top off the day Carson got to chase a Pig. He didn't know what to do and I felt sorry for him. But before we left, we got to pick out a pumpkin. Got our pictures made in the pumpkin patch. We just had a very fun filled day.&lt;br /&gt;As the year end creeps upon us, there is still so much to see and do. We have another trip to Branson, Thanksgiving and Birthday within a few weeks. So we will face it head on and reflect on how we live day by day, because This is our Life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-6884854614157635565?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/6884854614157635565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=6884854614157635565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6884854614157635565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/6884854614157635565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-our-life.html' title='This is our Life...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-5173440925857538730</id><published>2007-09-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:26:55.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Day's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love it! The time is here for Autumn again. I love the season, mainly because my birthday is in October. But I love the colors, the leaves, the pumpkins. I can't wait to take my son to pick out his pumpkin for the year. I myself have got a pumpkin every year from the first year that we got married. So when Carson was born, we made a tradition to get Carson a pumpkin. The first year we got a little one because he was just ten months old. Anyway, we go to a pumpkin farm called Pumpkin Hollow. We go and spend the day. He gets to ride pony's, feed the goats, chases pigs and they have Hayrides. We don't live on a farm so, it's all new for him. Anyway I just love this time of year. I put out fall things in my house last night. The oranges, yellow's, greens, and red's. They are all just beautiful. So I'm glad the Autumn Day's are here again. It's one of my favorite times of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-5173440925857538730?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/5173440925857538730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=5173440925857538730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5173440925857538730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/5173440925857538730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumn-days.html' title='Autumn Day&apos;s...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-852381121936442932</id><published>2007-09-19T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:04:33.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiving and Forgetting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OK, it's been a few weeks since I blogged. Since then, I've been really busy, getting together a ladies night at our church. We had it Friday night it was so worth getting it together. It was a very moving night, both spiritually and emotional. We only had about ten that showed up, but the ladies opened up and we had a very good discussion. The theme was Growing in God's Fragrance. We discussed about forgiving and forgetting those that have hurt your. And just being a rose that will stand above all others for Christ. Myself it is so hard to forgive someone, when they have hurt you very badly. I have gone threw it, both family and friends. Some have hurt me sometime or another. I really try not to dwell on it, because they really don't mean to. It's just the devil tries to tear each other apart. And God have me a sensitive heart. I've always been that way for some reason. I just want to be a pleasing person. But for some reason it always back fires at me. I try to forgive and forget how people talk to me or how they grip at me. But God doesn't erase the memory, so it's just that much harder to forget the people that have hurt you. But God forgives us daily for our mistakes, so we must try to forgive and forget the people that have hurt us. Let us be a shining light for him, become a beautiful rose that will rise up from the ground from a thorny bush. And become the most fragrant and beautiful red rose for Christ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-852381121936442932?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/852381121936442932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=852381121936442932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/852381121936442932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/852381121936442932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/09/forgiving-and-forgetting.html' title='Forgiving and Forgetting...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2388968719713170461</id><published>2007-09-05T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:04:49.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding each other...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well we went back to Branson this past weekend. We had fun it was me and my husband. We stayed three nights and four day's. It was nice to get away, just with my husband. I think we have been together for so long we forgot, how to be husband and wife. We are going on nine years of marriage and we have kinda got off track. So that was the focus this weekend to find each other again. I found him, and I hope he found me. We talked about things and we both still agree on is what our marriage is all about. The love we have for each other and the love of God all connected. With out the love of God in a marriage, the love for each other will eventually die. I believe with all my heart, that is how me and my husband have made it for long. We have both been raised in a good Christian Homes. We have parents that love each other and love God. So It has been good that we have good influences in our lives. We have seen our parents go up and down in their relationships. But there main focus has been the Lord! I'm not perfect and neither is my husband. We know what the commitment was nine years ago, we both took our marriage very serious. We have had our share of trails and temptations. But we always come back and find each other. I believe I married my best friend, my partner, and my soul mate. May God continue to Bless us as a family and as a strong marriage. Amy Loves David......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2388968719713170461?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2388968719713170461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2388968719713170461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2388968719713170461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2388968719713170461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/09/finding-each-other.html' title='Finding each other...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2875027896538742239</id><published>2007-08-24T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:05:14.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, the anticipation of Branson came to a close Sunday afternoon. We had a good time, we just tried to do to much in so little time. We are still recovering from it. Anyway reality sets back in. Back to work and the worries of life. But it was nice to just get away with my family. I guess the highlight of the trip was that my two year old got to ride a real train. Not a theme park train, a real train ride. We got on the train in Branson, it took us into Arkansas. It was only an hour, but it was so worth going.Carson got to wear the conductor hat, we took pictures of course. Carson loves trains he is into Thomas and Friends. We are very Thankful that we where able to go.&lt;br /&gt;Now that Vacation is over, I'm trying to get together a Ladies Night at our Church. The theme is The Fragrances of God. It involves deocorating with roses. I have some ideas, just got to get it together and I'm running out of time. Just one of the many things I've going on right now in my life. Like I said Vacation is over back to reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2875027896538742239?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2875027896538742239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2875027896538742239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2875027896538742239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2875027896538742239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-over.html' title='Vacation Over'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-1255994899272944938</id><published>2007-08-13T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:14:59.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/RsCQoeIKBkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QogNKwU3mw8/s1600-h/branson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098233803139843650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/RsCQoeIKBkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QogNKwU3mw8/s200/branson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OK, it's finally here!!! Vacation at Branson!!! We waited the entire summer to go to Branson. And this week is it, we leave Wednesday!!! All of us are so ready to get away. We have work so hard to come to this point! Anyway I'm sure I will let everyone know, how it went. But as of right now, it is BRANSON OR BUST!! I will be thinking about all my friends and family while I'm gone!! So anyway everyone have a good week. Talk at you later!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-1255994899272944938?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/1255994899272944938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=1255994899272944938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1255994899272944938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1255994899272944938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-is-here.html' title='Vacation Is Here'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_opxKeiZ2iao/RsCQoeIKBkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QogNKwU3mw8/s72-c/branson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-3920708703856755054</id><published>2007-08-08T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:14:30.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Count Down 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Only 7 more day's left for Vacation!!!! I can't wait!! We are trying to figure out on what exactly we want to do in Branson. People tell me you can make about 4 trips to Branson, a year and still see something different every time! I'm just ready to get away from town for a few day's. Rest will not happen, because we have a two year old. I enjoy being with my family, and doing things with them. Carson is just about the age he can do more things with us. We are excited to plan on riding the train. My thing is eating a Olive Garden, I love eating the Italian food!!! My husband's thing is going to the Bass Pro Shop. So maybe we will have time to do all that we want. It doesn't matter as long as we are together, that's all that matter's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-3920708703856755054?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/3920708703856755054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=3920708703856755054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3920708703856755054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/3920708703856755054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-count-down-2.html' title='Vacation Count Down 2'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2320893734261613160</id><published>2007-08-01T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:15:43.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Count Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well it's August!!!!! Yeah!!! Only 14 more day's left till we go on our Branson Mo. vacation!! We have been anxiously waiting to go to branson all year. It seems that branson is the place to go on vacation this year. There have been many families that we know of that have went to branson this year for vacation. So we as a family decided we will be going in a couple of weeks. There are so many things to have fun and do. We are ready to get wet at the Water Park, ride on rides a Silver Dollar City, plus do some shopping (Scrap booking). So here we go counting down the day's instead of months. It will be worth waiting for we always have a good time with each other. I just wish my dad would try to go. He hasn't went on a good vacation in about 3 yrs. He is a very busy man, works all the time. He owns his own company, so it is hard for him to get away. We understand, it is just something me and my sister has had to face growing up. He wanted to be there, but work would just stand in the way. So now that we are adults we go on our own. Plus bring my mom with us. So mark it down (Vacation Count Down).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2320893734261613160?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2320893734261613160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2320893734261613160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2320893734261613160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2320893734261613160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-count-down.html' title='Vacation Count Down'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8404187404629476731</id><published>2007-07-27T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:15:14.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well the surgery on my two year went fine. We check in at 6:30am and he went back for surgery at 7:50am. He was very goofy, they had given him some twilight medicine. He was reaching for things that weren't there. Trying to get off the hospital bed, and very floppy. But they took him back and said he was in good hands. He was back in surgery for about 30min. and then they called us and told us there are some precautions that we have to deal with but everything work out OK. We are so Thankful. Also my husband worked on my car this week and fixed the fuel pump, and it actually runs now. We are just glad that God has helped us go through this valley of trials. My spirits are lifted and blessed now. Unlike it was earlier this week. I believe with all my heart that God puts these kind of test in our lives to test our faith. Our faith my be strong in our eyes, but God knows us different. Just like the song "God will make this trail a blessing" though it sends me to my knees. God will be with us, he is always there. We may leave him or blame him for these trails. But he will be right there all the time. I am Very Thankful and Blessed to have God in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8404187404629476731?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8404187404629476731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8404187404629476731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8404187404629476731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8404187404629476731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-thankful.html' title='Very Thankful'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-1111044983084373260</id><published>2007-07-25T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:42:54.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If there was no luck in the world there wouldn't be any luck for me and my husband. I went to a Jewelry Show last night and they asked us to name one good thing that has happened to you this week. I couldn't think of a single thing. The only thing that we have had this week so fair is bad luck. It all started Friday night, we decided to go out just me and my husband. We went out to eat at Outback Steakhouse than decided to play putt putt. Let me just say that was the fastest game of putt putt I ever played. The mosquitoes where very very bad. You couldn't do anything, just standing they would bit you. Than we woke up Saturday Morning. I overslept. We had a Yard Sale people where coming before we got everything uncovered. Than we went out to eat and my car broke down. Fuel Pump went out. We had to leave the car at the Restaurant and have my mom pick us up. The cost for the Fuel Pump was 240...Great Right...than we get a phone call from Carson Surgery Clinic we have to have at least 300...for the surgery. And you ask me what was the good thing that happen to us this week. I'm just laughing inside. No Luck. I pray very hard that the string of bad luck will end sooooooon. Especially tomorrow when he has his surgery. Wish us all luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-1111044983084373260?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/1111044983084373260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=1111044983084373260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1111044983084373260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/1111044983084373260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-luck.html' title='No Luck'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-7374590329255391972</id><published>2007-07-18T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:18:26.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains it Pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well it never fails, when it rains it pours. We went to the Ear Dr. for my son yesterday. He has to have surgery next week. He got tubes in his ears last year in March. The Dr. said the tubes would fall out in about six to nine months. Well we went back in March of this year, and the tubes are still in his ears. So the Dr. said he wanted to wait for couple more months and see if they are still in. We went yesterday those tubes are still in my little boy's ears. So we are now facing  surgery to remove the tubes. Let me give you a rough update about my little boy. We got pregnant with him in March of 04. Excited because we had been trying to get pregnant for about a year. I was very depressed and down. I prayed to god and came to peace with it. That it was his will whether or not I was to have a child. Anyway I got pregnant, very excited in fact words could not describe the feeling me and my husband felt. It was a very smooth pregnancy, just a couple of minor heath problems. Then it happened. I was 8 months pregnant, when I went in for a normal ultrasound to see how big the baby was. The Dr. didn't like what he was seeing on the screen. The baby had fluid surround the bowels, and the kidney's where full of fluid. He said this was not good. But the heart and everything else was fine. He wanted me off my feet and very little movement. I was so very scared. But he wanted us to come back the next morning and take another look. So that's what we did. He didn't like the view again. So we all decided to have a C-Secion the next day. So November 23, 2004 at 7:30pm out came Carson Allen Roush. During this time I had family praying in Ar, Mo, In, Ms. I felt the prayers!! I really did. The prayers worked, we had things set up for if he needed to go to the children's hospital it was available. He was bad but not bad enough to send him away. I knew that he was going to be fine. So my son came out, everything on the outside was perfect. But on the inside. He has was is know as Hydronephrosi. It is dealing with the bladder and the kidney. The tube from the right kidney was not completely inserted in the bladder. So we had to take him to Labourers in Memphis. We went to a Dr that specialized in urology. My son was a month old when we had to place him on a board tied down from head to toe. So that he could have some test done. I knew this was to happen because we needed to know what was to happen. He told us we needed  to surgery insert the tube. The Dr. wanted us to hold off until he got a little bigger to have the surgery. That sounded good right. The clause was he had to take a antibiotics and a steroid everyday for the first 10 months of his life. So we decided to have the operation on September 15, 2005. And the surgery took almost four hours. But the prayers keep coming, and again I felt peace. Since than  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;he has surgery to remove stints, surgery to put tubes in his ear, delt with Asama and allergies breathing treatments. And now he has to have an operation to remove the tubes. He is so worth it. Since we have had him, me and my husband have been truly blessed. We wish he didn't have to go through what he has been, but we are glad god chose us to be with this little bright boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-7374590329255391972?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/7374590329255391972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=7374590329255391972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7374590329255391972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/7374590329255391972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it Rains it Pours'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-8815851175960179798</id><published>2007-07-13T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:31:46.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have been married for eight years. And I have watch my husband grow into a wonderful person. I felt very sorry for him when we first got together, because he really didn't have a childhood. He was made to work at a very early age, and that was all he really new going up. He was not allowed to play sports or get involved with alot of actives in school. He went to school then came home and started working on a farm. His first real job was at 15yrs old. His parents where older and not able to work very much. So in order to get things that he would need in school or clothes, he was forced to work. He was working there when we got married at the age of 23. With him able to work, he was able to take out a loan to buy a house trailer for us to live in. Four years later he is now working for my dad (another story) and we have bought us a house. And where able to have a beautiful baby boy. With all the hours he puts in at working he doesn't get home very early.  But for the last couple of weeks, he has made an appoint to come home early. Just last night he help me with some house hold chores and took care of our two year old. He has some good points and bad points. I really do get upset for the hours he puts in. But he provides us with everything we need.  I sometimes wish he would be home to be with us all the time. Working is all he as ever known. I am truly blessed to have him as my husband. No matter what he does or who he is inside. I know he loves his family and would do anything for anyone at any time. That's just who my husband is. He is my best friend and my love for him runs very deep. He gives me whatever I need in life. Thank You God for sending him to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-8815851175960179798?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/8815851175960179798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=8815851175960179798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8815851175960179798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/8815851175960179798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-husband.html' title='My Husband'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-160177372655595285</id><published>2007-07-10T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:32:43.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing and Crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's been a few weeks now, since I have blog. Since then I have went to the lake with my family. It was such a crazy week. We laugh and cried.  We laugh and caught up with each other's lives. We cried knowing that there was some very important people that couldn't be with us at the lake. My Grandfather who was the one who started the tradition of going to the lake. Was not able to be with us this year. We missed him so. There where moments where it was back to the old way's of camp at the lake. Old way's roughing it in tents and camper's. Other times it was our way of camping. In a cabin (our generation of camping). It was very weired, we are adults now. Making decisions on what to do and where to go. It was just a strange feeling. I was waiting on someone getting on to me for not doing something. We where not being told what to do, like it was when we where little kids. It was so worth going up to the lake. I got to catch up on what my family are doing with their lives. It was said when we all had to say goodbye. We all said we will try to get together for Christmas, but we know it's getting harder to do that with our own family's to take care of. I am very thankful that we where allowed a couple of day's to make some more memories for our family. Laughing or Crying we are still a Christian based family. That enjoy being together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-160177372655595285?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/160177372655595285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=160177372655595285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/160177372655595285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/160177372655595285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/07/laughing-and-crying.html' title='Laughing and Crying'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252444297334464793.post-2979211053868440437</id><published>2007-06-25T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:42:24.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well it's been crazy, we are trying to get things together for the lake. My entire Gregory side of the family are going to the lake. Crazy, we haven't done this in 10yrs. This will be a story to write about. The last time we where together was right after my grandmother died in 1997. She died in April, then we went to the lake in August. We haven't done this with everyone until now. My grandmother and grandpa always took us the lake every summer. I am the oldest of 8 girl cousins, and this was our vacation. Go to the lake. I was only 6 month's old when I went to the lake the first time. Mom said that I cried and cried. She told me that she was about to get in the car and go back home. But my grandpa grab me and took me walking around camp until I feel asleep on his shoulder. There are so many memories stored up at the lake. We didn't have a place we choose to camp by tent or camper. It was all fun and exciting. We didn't know what would happen at the lake or who we would run into. Being girls we would walk around the camp for hours at a time. Just talking about guys or just catching up. We all live in different states so it's hard to stay in contact with each other. Anyway my grandmother was the greatest at wanting us all to have fun. That was her goal. To let her family have fun at the lake. She bought anything and everything. Boats, skies, tubes, campers, tents, food, and we had plenty of it. It didn't matter the cost or when we new we all would come to the lake. I went every year until 97. Then we didn't go very much. We are now 28-18 yrs old. Alot has changed some of us are married and have kids of our own. We don't have grandma or grandpa to be the center of everything. It's all on our own, and there is a void there that all of feel. 10yrs later we compare how it was all those years that we had fun at the lake. There hasn't been a time this weekend or this weekend that grandma and grandpa's memories are not reflected on. We will try to make this week the most fun we can. We just miss what we used to do with grandpa and grandma. So I want to say Thank You God for giving us grandparents that gave us a wonderful time in our lives at the lake. We miss them very much. And we know they are in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252444297334464793-2979211053868440437?l=amyroush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/feeds/2979211053868440437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252444297334464793&amp;postID=2979211053868440437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2979211053868440437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252444297334464793/posts/default/2979211053868440437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyroush.blogspot.com/2007/06/lake-fun.html' title='Lake Fun...'/><author><name>Giggles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229672194253792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg0GJTS1jks/TZt_ntcG43I/AAAAAAAAAfU/IQIAugBz3NE/s220/spring11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
