tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12070080657948887362024-03-13T11:58:38.542-04:00Musgrove MomentsThe Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-8249482804664678192010-02-24T16:49:00.004-05:002010-02-24T17:02:14.801-05:00Almost Wordless WednesdayThis is the finished product minus her name, the rocking chair and wire hanging pieces that need to be painted pink.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441932130424802434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/S4WgcKXBTII/AAAAAAAAAU4/-KnrxpzdwHo/s400/DSC01368.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441932133315424178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/S4WgcVIMr7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/SKqDTd_yyHo/s400/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441933040445412242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/S4WhRIc105I/AAAAAAAAAVY/qcJOITAfz8A/s400/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441932145483042418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/S4WgdCdLznI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Evl0bjRkgmE/s400/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a></div>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-49238265742999854032010-01-20T17:20:00.005-05:002010-01-20T17:59:57.224-05:00Bristol's Room<div align="left">The last couple of weeks we (Josh, Mom, Mrs. Janie, Dad, Mr. Richard and I) have worked really hard on getting Bristol's room ready for her arrival. There was a big debate on what color the room should be painted and Josh requested the walls not to be pink. So, the walls ended up green and I absolutely love it! Mom had the idea about the half and half wall with the pink trim. I am very happy with how it has turned out even though we have to add a few more finishing touches to make the room complete. I am so thankful for family that gave up their time to help make her room beautiful!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428954742960386994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/S1eFkyvTc7I/AAAAAAAAATo/Pg6KFTKfS64/s400/DSC01182.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">The beginning stages.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428954755420430930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/S1eFlhKAolI/AAAAAAAAAUA/AZ_B3w4eg7o/s400/DSC01187.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428956840286342450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/S1eHe34xzTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/2n32u05liCM/s400/DSC01193.JPG" border="0" />The trim<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428956842801822242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/S1eHfBQg-iI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/19SGkHr_oLw/s400/DSC01196.JPG" border="0" />After the floor was finished<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428956847803540466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/S1eHfT5BI_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/0qnKZ869_WQ/s400/DSC01197.JPG" border="0" />We painted the fan to match<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428956853660141634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/S1eHfptVyEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/cCPH0K1Jwlg/s400/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" />With the crib<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428954736561196626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/S1eFka5njlI/AAAAAAAAATg/UdvbJxXNf_w/s400/DSC01246.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center">After we got the mattress (Thanks grandma!)</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-25289078068438444892009-12-05T12:53:00.003-05:002009-12-05T14:12:11.168-05:00Pregnancy UpdateI believe it is about time I start updating my blog regularly. One day after I have Baby Bristol, I will wish I had kept record of how my pregnancy had gone. I will have to back track a little and hopefully remember (which I have a hard time doing these days) the highlights of a few weeks back, so here goes. <div><div><div><div> </div><div>At 16 weeks I went in for my monthly visit. Josh was unable to go because work had been pretty crazy. I had gained 4 pounds, since my last visit which made a total of 5. I met with Dr. Wells and was able to hear the heartbeat. The last time we had went to the doctor, I was 12 weeks and it took the doctor a few minutes to find her heartbeat, which was making me really nervous. It was finally found and I was relieved. Well at 16 weeks, when Dr. Wells placed the monitor on my growing belly, it was loud and clear. I wanted Josh to be there so badly because I knew he would have been amazed at how loud it was. Dr. Wells also asked if I had felt the baby move. Of course I hadn't and he told me not to worry that I would probably feel some movement in a next couple of weeks. </div><br /><div>As the weeks past, I was beginning to feel better. At the start of my pregnancy, I was put on Prometrium which was progesterone because my levels were low. I believe this was making me feel pretty yucky in the mornings along with the normal pregnancy symptoms. Eating toast for breakfast was getting old and finally when I was taken off the Prometrium, the yuckiness began to fade. On the other hand, being tired was part of my daily routine. If you knew me prior to being pregnant, you knew I was never a night owl, well now it is even worse. My bedtime usually ranges from about 8:30-9:30. I would say it is closer to 8:30 the majority of the time. I lay in Josh's lap on the couch while he plays with my hair and then I am usually asleep within about 5 minutes. </div><br /><div>During the 18th week, Josh and I were laying in bed. While on my back, I felt a "thump" and a thought crossed my mind, "Is that the baby?". Then a couple seconds later another "thump" and I immediately knew. When I told Josh what I had felt he said, "It wasn't the baby, it was probably gas." I knew he was joking and that the "thump" I had felt was most definitely the little baby growing inside of me. After that night I began to feel more and more "thumps". It was such an amazing feeling. As I sit here and type our precious baby girl is kicking away inside my belly. Wow, what a great God we serve! </div><br /><div>At the 20 week appointment we went in for the second ultrasound. I had waited for this day since I found out I was pregnant. I wanted to know the gender of our baby. Those people who don't find out what their having...more power to you because I could not do it. I went in to be weighed and I had gained 4 more pounds, which made a total of 9 pounds. During the ultrasound, the tech said everything looked wonderful and that the baby seemed healthy. She was showing us the monitor and she tried for probably 15 minutes to find the baby's gender. Well "little one" didn't want to cooperate. It was sitting in the breech position and on its feet. So basically we were unable to know the baby's gender and they said it would cost us $200 to have another ultrasound. Josh was SO upset and I was too of course. We were elated that the baby was healthy, but disappointed that he still didn't know the sex of our baby. We had to tell our parents and friends that we didn't know the gender and they didn't believe us, but soon realized we weren't lying. </div><div> </div><div>My friend Christen told me about a place called Sneak Peek Studios. They do ultrasounds for really cheap and will look for the baby's gender for an hour if need be. So I called and got the next available appointment. Within three minutes of the tech, placing the monitor on my belly, she announced that we were having a girl! I was so excited. Bows, dresses and frill filled my mind. I think Josh was a little nervous knowing he would have a girl, but was glad to know what she was. </div><br /><div>Since that appointment, we finally agreed on a name. Josh said that if it was girl he wanted to name her Bristol and I wanted to name her Claire after my great grandmother. Well the I caved and her name will be Bristol Claire. It has really grown on me and because I hear so many names at school, her name really stands out as being different. How do I feel? I have been feeling really good thus far. I will get occasional cramps in my legs, my syactic nerve will catch sometimes, and my back has begin to hurt after standing for long periods of time. I haven't had any particular food cravings. In the beginning, I craved tomatoes or anything with red sauce, but now I eat just about anything. I think I would get the refrigerator if I could. All in all, I have had a wonderful 22 weeks of pregnancy. I will continue to keep you updated on the latest news. Continue to pray that Bristol stays healthy and that we will have a great delivery. I can't wait until April to see our precious baby girl that God has blessed us with!</div><div> </div><div>Here are few picture of the last several weeks. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411830225816198450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sxqu6tJ_HTI/AAAAAAAAATA/7v0gL-DG3cw/s400/DSC01130.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411830231462718146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sxqu7CMOKsI/AAAAAAAAATI/y0P9AW8kfNg/s400/DSC01138.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411830243552640834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sxqu7vOrv0I/AAAAAAAAATY/Hx1SjNYd6UU/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411830235184424546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sxqu7QDi5mI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8ZCIbuXHAIs/s400/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a> </div></div></div></div>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-82745399517995666592009-10-22T17:45:00.006-04:002009-10-22T18:37:46.349-04:00I'm BackYes, I know, it has been quite sometime since my last post. Three months and eleven days to be exact, but who's counting. Extremely ridiculous! The only thing I can blame it on is how busy I have been with school and our house. We (meaning Josh) is in the the process of laying laminate wood flooring in all the bedrooms and the living room to get ready for Baby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Musgrove</span>.<br /><div><br /><div>I went back to the doctor today and heard the heartbeat. It was much stronger this time than last. The doctor said that the heartbeat is around 150 beats per minute. It was truly amazing to hear that little heart beat. Josh and I will find out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Novemeber</span> 19<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> what Lil' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Musgrove</span> is. We can't wait!!<br /></div><div> </div><div>Enjoy the pictures of how God's miracle is growing. Due date: April 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395545102375231106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SuDTrwysnoI/AAAAAAAAASw/VemdU3d6wDc/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Ultrasound at 7 weeks and 5 days. It looks like a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Lima</span> bean. :)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395545098535662514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SuDTrifRc7I/AAAAAAAAASg/AXY--VwVLOs/s400/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><br /><p align="center">Beginning of the belly shots. 14 weeks and 5 days</p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395545102618712386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SuDTrxsv2UI/AAAAAAAAASo/t3p5q56MGBw/s400/DSC01092.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395556320750477650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SuDd4wfyIVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8UNjU6bbQtY/s400/DSC01099.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">16 weeks 2 days</p><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a></p>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-7480999318849849132009-07-11T13:05:00.006-04:002009-07-11T13:43:11.457-04:00Wednesday's TraditionIf you follow <a href="http://mylittleboxofchocolates.blogspot.com/">Kasey's</a> blog, you know that on Wednesday's my mom (Gabby) gets the girls to spend of some time with them. When I am working, I try to go see them because they always make me smile. These two girls are like my own and they both mean the world to me. Well, this past Wednesday I managed to make it to Mom's. Here are some really sweet pictures of these precious girls. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljK-6fveLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/A8ZEV4XqA4w/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357252743823361618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljI_I-UBlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fUGsLynMtSI/s400/DSC00682.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Hayley being silly</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357252738794771074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljI-2PZ0oI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yWApGaphjXY/s400/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Leighton cheesin'</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357252729028687730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljI-R2_N3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZE5BxNkFxLc/s400/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Mom loves this picture. What a sweet face!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357252721804723698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljI928qRfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7lWZhqW4lnI/s400/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Leighton feeding Gabby</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357252750162230738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljI_glnfdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CFpYcjPgFlo/s400/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Making funny faces</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357254914941959650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljK9hBUveI/AAAAAAAAAPw/r3ipL6aVLEI/s400/DSC00684.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">I love this one of Leighton!!!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357254925463691330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljK-IN5oEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_eA7Zxd13Y4/s400/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Leighton was getting in to the funny faces. I had to help Hayley. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357254928630724594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljK-UA-t_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/TyTDnZI7Rug/s400/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Trying to take a serious picture, but Leighton was still giving the funny face. :)</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357254935876381314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljK-vAeqoI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lLpyEYQCicA/s400/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357254938960296114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljK-6fveLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/A8ZEV4XqA4w/s400/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" /> Leighton singing, "Shake your boodie, shake your boodie."<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357255804388372018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljLxSd37jI/AAAAAAAAAQY/S7qKtCLB_yY/s400/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" />Playing with Papa<br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357255815795877074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljLx89opNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Qi-JJhw8sbg/s400/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" />Papa getting Hayley...I don't think Zoe was liking that too much.<br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a></p></div></div>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-29703782412311715712009-07-11T12:48:00.004-04:002009-07-11T13:04:12.797-04:004th of JulyYes, I know this post is really late. I would say that I have been really busy, but that would be a lie. For the 4th, we always go to my aunt and uncle's to eat hot dogs and hamburgers. Afterwards, we headed to Mema's (Chad's grandmother) to watch the fireworks by the pond.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357249448969225426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljF_Wr3xNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KlSW_KfuFI4/s400/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357248275349017186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljE7CnAkmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Fosv0kD1xzg/s400/DSC00657.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">As you can tell, Josh wasn't in to taking pictures. </p><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357248280765307202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljE7WyWmUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cgwcp8G7ZHw/s400/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center">I guess I tasted good. </p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357248307977699874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljE88KSwiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9qs7M7ckYwc/s400/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357248290605714050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SljE77cfSoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/JDDxIzbj2zk/s400/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a></p>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-68121581297140237712009-07-03T16:16:00.008-04:002009-07-03T16:43:15.823-04:002nd Annual Girls Day OutLast year, <a href="http://monica-30andlovingit.blogspot.com/">Monica</a>, Melissa and I made a trip to Orlando to use our FREE Universal and Island of Adventure tickets. We were awarded these tickets for being Florida teachers.<br /><br />Pictures of last year's trip: We wore sunglasses, our hair was dry and we are smiling.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354332160242892050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5ouzS6PRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jD5XOLY52dQ/s400/Orlando1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354332167434789906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5ovOFl5BI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TNbU2bQrHYk/s400/New+designer+glasses+courtsey+of+Spiderman.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">On the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Spiderman</span> ride with our cool new shades. Still dry and smiling. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Let's just say that last year's trip was much more pleasurable. When we planned our trip we had no idea what the weather would be like. After reviewing the forecast we realized that there was a 70% chance of us getting wet due to rain, but we took our chances anyway.<br /><br />This year's trip: WET, WET, WET!!!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354331342348225458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5n_MZoC7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/umCoF5Cy8UM/s400/DSC00646.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">The weather was not looking good.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354331346987702386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5n_drw2HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0uIwERiRR0M/s400/DSC00649.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Spiderman</span> ride with our cool shades and smiling. $8 ponchos that were well worth the money and nappy hair. </p><p align="left">Day two: We went to Wet N Wild where we had a wonderful time. It didn't rain, but we didn't need sunscreen either. It was quite cloudy, but who cared because we were together enjoying our girls day out. </p><p><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a></p><p></p>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-76288969491535192492009-07-03T15:49:00.004-04:002009-07-03T16:15:26.250-04:00A Weekend at the LakeLast weekend Josh and I headed to the lake for some much needed R and R. We also took Ali and she loves being at the lake. Whenever I was in the water, she was too. She loved getting on my raft and floating with me. Most of the trip for Josh was spent sleeping because he would get up early and go fishing, then he would fish late in the evenings. I on the other hand, spent most of my time with my nieces, Kaci, Addison and Tymber. (Bruce's girls) Kaci and Addison live in Alabama so we only get to see them several times a year. I thoroughly enjoy playing with these sweet girls. They have grown so much and we miss them dearly. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354326664489404242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5ju6BLB1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/utMzld1sEII/s400/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><p align="center">Mrs. Janie (Josh's mom), Kristi, and Mr. Richard (Josh's dad)...No, he doesn't usually smile like that. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354326671951860802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5jvV0XFEI/AAAAAAAAANA/bjMrIPeJhB0/s400/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Bruce<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354326674817869074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5jvgfq5RI/AAAAAAAAANI/0JD-gG0m-m4/s400/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Kaci and Halie fishing...By the way, Ali stole their bait..hot dogs.<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354326687297785858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5jwO_HUAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-MH06Vo2Jsg/s400/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Tymber<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354326689461340834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5jwXC8iqI/AAAAAAAAANY/JyoTa_RJ7Hs/s400/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div><br /><p align="center">Addison showing off her dive</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354328012043054066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5k9WC_6_I/AAAAAAAAANg/z1Nle5Ps9VE/s400/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Halie, Addison, Kaci and Tymber</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354328015683292082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5k9jm5i7I/AAAAAAAAANo/B1l0oQVC784/s400/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Addison with Ali. I think if I would have let Addison, she would have taken Ali back home with her to Alabama.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354328019061289186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sk5k9wMRsOI/AAAAAAAAANw/2Cnfpi1j_b0/s400/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Mrs. Janie bought the girls some Play-Doh and I decided to join in on the fun. They were making all kinds of different animals and I thought that it would be appropriate to make a beautiful sculpture of Ali. I think I did a pretty good job.</p><p><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a></p>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-23696079032055754462009-06-17T16:16:00.003-04:002009-06-17T16:17:08.581-04:003 Years From Today<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMCCnnUBLQM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMCCnnUBLQM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-8083866098153353572009-06-15T12:38:00.010-04:002009-06-16T10:40:48.333-04:00Practing for the PGA<div align="left">Well I know it has been almost a month since I have posted. Yes, I am totally slacking at blogging, but I promise I will do better this month.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Josh was off of work about 2 weeks ago because of all of the rain and it was the beginning of my summer vacation. He got the bright idea that we go golfing. Let me fore warn you that I am pretty good at most sports, but in golf I am what you would say to be well below average.<br /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Before setting out to totally embarrass myself, we had to go buy me some golf clubs. (As you can tell, I do not play golf much.) After our trip to Wal-Mart, I was ready for our day at the course. I had clubs, a box of balls, and a golf glove. I looked like a pro, but can guarantee that I didn't play like one. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The course was pretty wet, but we didn't care. The first couple of holes I would hit a couple of shots and then just pick up my ball and get back in the golf cart. I knew going in that it would probably take 8 shots to get my ball to the pin, so there were times that I would pick up the ball and throw it as far as I could. I mean I am good at softball, so why not merge the two sports together? </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Josh on the other hand is quite good. He would get mad would make a bad shot, but when I made a bad shot (almost every time) we would both laugh. All in all, we had a ton of fun and enjoyed spending the time together.<br /></div><div align="left">Here are the pictures and a video. I hope you enjoy them.<br /></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxCo_UOwfL9wXTTUiPwl_km6OFVRl_CjAAYVyngBEq2gvcDX850Iv88_V_Gg3tASQYItxyBrk88XKwUF0FUbg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div align="left"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347930304027645346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SjeqRucdVaI/AAAAAAAAALA/I0v1EIRLCVs/s400/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347930310830534306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SjeqSHyZLqI/AAAAAAAAALI/E0sn0EaYq-g/s400/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" />As you can tell I am not on the fairway. This this where my ball landed most of the time.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347930321074485426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SjeqSt8veLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/j5tytV48Ya4/s400/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347930324238528738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SjeqS5vG8OI/AAAAAAAAALY/dl5oCI9dZVo/s400/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" /> <div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347932115262616034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sjer7J0hseI/AAAAAAAAALo/MczEnJ31nfo/s400/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Josh beating his club on the ground. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347930333865731234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SjeqTdmaZKI/AAAAAAAAALg/-DQz_rqJkd0/s400/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347932121141572962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sjer7fuLdWI/AAAAAAAAALw/mgqqZmRNuAc/s400/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347932127269133346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sjer72jGnCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/f6LGb6pmcP4/s400/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-64247027108460658062009-05-19T19:40:00.006-04:002009-05-21T21:02:18.398-04:00The Loss of an Angel<div>As I sit here deciding what to say, my heart just wants to cry out. Last Thursday, I began having symptoms of a possible miscarriage. I frantically drove to the doctor where they said everything looked fine, however by Sunday things had began to get much worse. Josh and my parents rushed me to the ER where I found out the fate of my unborn child. When the doctor delivered the news my heart immediately broke. How could this happen? Why did this happen to me? What have I done to deserve this? These were all questions that ran through my mind. Words cannot express exactly how I truly feel. This is an experience that I know I will grow from with the help of the Lord. For some reason that I don't know, God chose to take this child to be with Him. I have to remember that God knows what is best and sees the big picture. Family and friends have shown so much love. Josh has been absolutely amazing through this whole ordeal. I am truly the luckiest woman to have such a wonderful husband. Knowing that the next couple of weeks and probably months will be a struggle, I ask that you pray for Josh and I as we go through this difficult time. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338445616104983554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/ShX4AOitzAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mq2fpsdWvyo/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a></div>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-73996661782790489952009-05-07T08:56:00.005-04:002009-05-08T18:45:03.414-04:00Story Behind the 3 TestsMany people have asked, "Why is the world would you take 3 pregnancy tests?" Well, here is the story behind it all.<br /><br /><div>After finding out that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Suzannah</span> was pregnant, I went by her house to see how she was feeling. She was telling me about her symptoms and it sounded like how I was feeling. Josh and I had been trying for a while (8 months all together) and decided that this month I would not take a test until May 1st. Once I talked with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Zan</span>, I couldn't wait until then. That night I woke up around 2 A.M. I decided to take a test. I watch as the line appeared in the test window, but not the "pregnant" window, so I threw it in the trash and went back to bed. </div><br /><div>The next morning, I got up and decided to look at the test again. Note: I had taken many tests prior this one and always checked it later to "make sure". All the tests prior still showed negative. Well when I checked this one it said positive. I read the directions again and it said "wait 3 minutes before reading results". I probably waited 10 seconds max before throwing it in the garbage when I took it at 2 A.M. Then I read "don't read after 10 minutes". Knowing I couldn't trust this test because I didn't follow the directions properly, I took the second one. This is where I made the decision to use the digital test. I had been wanting to use it for when I "knew" I was pregnant so I could see the actual word "Pregnant". Goofy I know. This test was the only one I had left. I took it and waited. The results were it....PREGNANT! I was thinking, "No way!" I looked at it again and began crying. I was so excited and couldn't believe it. I ran and woke up Josh to show him. He smiled and hugged me. I told him about the test I took in the early morning and told him that I was going to go by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">CVS</span> to buy one more to make sure. I bought the test and took it at school. This time I watched as both lines appeared. I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ecstatic</span> because I knew it was true. We had tried for so long and now it finally happened. We couldn't be any happier knowing that we are going to have a precious baby around Christmas. Please pray for that this child that I carry in my belly will be safe until delivery and that we would be parents that God wants us to be. Many more updates to come. :) This is my first picture at 6 weeks and 5 days.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333586617816241890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SgS0xTW21uI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e11Fhuc2Sw0/s400/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a></div>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-44259118721237773182009-05-06T15:42:00.003-04:002009-05-06T15:49:05.997-04:00Wordless WednesdayIn order they were taken on April 23rd. Due date: Christmas Day :)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SgHpfKD8eHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fuwJG_kEpJs/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332800155269494898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SgHpfKD8eHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fuwJG_kEpJs/s400/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a></div></div>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-7963049593810317942009-04-15T17:23:00.010-04:002009-04-15T18:23:03.067-04:00Sea World DisasterOn Thursday, Josh took off work so that we could take <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tymber</span> (our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">niece</span>) to Sea World. It has been a long time since Josh has been and I really wanted to see the look on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tymber's</span> face when we saw <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Shamu</span>. Not to mention, I was able to get in free because I was a Florida teacher.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>The day started out great. We were on schedule to leave (surprisingly). We really didn't get into much traffic on the way there and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Tymber</span> slept the whole way which I was happy about because I knew it would be a long day for her. As soon as we hit International Drive, we moved about 20 feet per every 5 minutes (NO KIDDING!) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Tymber</span> kept saying, "Move people! Get out our way!" We sat on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">International</span> Drive for 45 minutes! I was livid and this was just the beginning and what would be a near disaster of a day.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Finally we made it to the entrance and I could not believe the number of people who thought it was a good idea to go the Sea World on Thursday, April 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">th</span>! We really should have turned around and gone somewhere else. After parking, we walked to the entrance and Josh had to wait in line to get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Tymber's</span> ticket. (We had already purchased Josh's, but we wanted to make sure that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Tymber</span> would go with us before we bought <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hers</span>.) I got in the line for the passports (the teacher line along with other people who wanted to get their annual pass.) Josh waited in line about 30 minutes to buy the ticket and by that time I had moved maybe 10 yards in the line I was waiting in. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Seriously</span>, Sea World wanted to "reward" teachers for their job, but then you want them to wait in a line that would probably take them about 2 hours to get to the desk! I really have the nerve to call Sea World and tell them how <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">aggravated</span> it makes me, but I would probably be wasting my breath. So needless to say, I told Josh to buy me a ticket, which was $75. The whole reason we decided to go to Sea World was because I got in free. Can you tell that I am still a tad bit upset about the whole ordeal? </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Finally we made it in the park. I glanced at my watch and it was noon! That made it even worse.The day was just about shot and we just went through the gate. We decided to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Shamu</span> first. </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325035054725383602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SeZTK0VoxbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/satdpU-oMc0/s400/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Tymber</span> really liked it and kept saying, "He not going to eat me." </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325035058133711586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SeZTLBCPuuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wEwfZ_W8VnA/s400/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325035064098014626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SeZTLXQPxaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lCb4SurVlh4/s400/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325035074973413266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SeZTL_xJL5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/M8INAoKA5uQ/s400/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325035067799442562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SeZTLlCvFII/AAAAAAAAAJw/HuMqbHPUTAQ/s400/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325036442489656178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SeZUbmKbE3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/tiMbtFlF7BY/s400/DSC00452.JPG" border="0" />We then moved on the the Sea Lions which she liked. By this time our bellies were talking to us so we waited 45 minutes in the hot sun for a slice a pizza that costed $7. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Tymber</span> fell asleep waiting in line for lunch. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"></div><div>After we ate we went around to all the attractions. We saw the penguins, puffins, sharks and the Clydesdale horses (which happened to be her favorite even though they were really the only true land animal at the whole park). We took her to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">carousel</span> and she "rode" a shark (what she told her Daddy when she got home).</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325036448050527058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SeZUb64PO1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/PlOY0OIEkXs/s400/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325036452749487506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SeZUcMYjrZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/D-yY1LIyUxo/s400/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Before leaving we stopped at the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">souvenir</span> shop and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Tymber</span> picked out a Clydesdale horse and cuddled up in the stroller. By this time it was around 5 p.m. and we didn't make it 2 minutes out the gate and she was zonked out. </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325038792827550178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SeZWkZ2pOeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8TaodFiX7YE/s400/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Next time we decide to take a trip to Orlando it won't...I repeat...it won't be during Spring Break!<br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-61629542380375921612009-04-06T19:01:00.009-04:002009-04-06T20:21:14.850-04:00Fun Filled SaturdayThe day started off with Leighton's 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span></span> birthday. I still can't believe it has been 2 years since this sweet girl was born. I was able to see some friends that I haven't seen in a while. The kids played around the park and it really made me wish that I had a little one running around. I was able to snap some really cute pictures of some of the cutest kids.<br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321721341924125314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqNXWMAqoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n6s_LrZG8Z0/s400/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" />Leighton being a "big" girl. Look at the determination on her face.<br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321721354713950306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqNYF1V6GI/AAAAAAAAAHg/j52VymcoWc4/s400/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" /> Hayley showing me how she can swing.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321721352099946610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqNX8GHYHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9LzgVNkmAaQ/s400/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cayde</span> and his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Poppie</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321721349970033186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqNX0KTeiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1D7WUXI4ob0/s400/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" />Kate giving her "cheese" that her mom always talks about.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321724702286684114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqQa8g4H9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/TmUmUuT5dPU/s400/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" />Who knows what they are talking about. Whatever it is...they all seem interested.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321721364179924722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqNYpGNNvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wbZO-4-ymJA/s400/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" />Enjoying her cupcake. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321727424390077986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqS5ZI5niI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WIvMiZoN6SA/s400/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" />She loves her Aunt Sissy.<br /><br /><br /><div align="left">From Leighton's party we headed to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jag's</span> stadium to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Supercross</span> (motorcycle racing). Not too long ago, Josh bought a cheap <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dirt bike</span> because his cousin Jason got him interested in riding. This was definitely a "new" experience for both of us, but we highly enjoyed the night. It is amazing how those guys can ride and stay under control going that fast.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321723566814385234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqPY2jL1FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nYe_X_gKS_w/s400/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /> Josh's dream bike. Jason said this bike was arond $80,000! Josh can keep dreaming!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321723572543107362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqPZL5BMSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tdU5zgXSjxc/s400/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" /> The take off.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321728995565688786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqUU2OW19I/AAAAAAAAAIw/lBGI42zZqCg/s400/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321723582095614738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqPZveg4xI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/s0TXk7gbJX4/s400/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" /> Before the main event, there were 4 guys who jumped ramps. This is actually 3 guys doing a back flip one behind the other. This was unbelievable.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321728992706116322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdqUUrklOuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TfPvaM5eCJ8/s400/Supercross.jpg" border="0" />We were stopped by these girls to take a picture.<br /><br />Overall, the day was quite busy, but we had a great time. Going to Supercross is something we will do again. </div><div align="center"><div align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a> </div></div>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-9569326622243924862009-04-03T18:11:00.007-04:002009-04-03T18:44:15.308-04:00You Might Be a Redneck ifyou hunt for squirrels after dinner. Last night we had our usual family dinner night at the Musgrove's. Well Josh and Bruce (Josh's brother) had the idea to go hunting for squirrels because supposedly they had been eating all the corn for deer hunting. I tried talking them out of murdering these poor creatures, but they didn't care to hear it. After the first couple of shots, the squirrels got smart and decided to stay out of their range. However, one was quite unlucky and couldn't get away.<br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320595226558436658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdaNKzinlTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lYrpA7a2vK4/s400/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" />Josh and Bruce coming up with a game plan. (Check out Josh's boots!)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320595235992472866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdaNLWr3jSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CRL619EtuRk/s400/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" />Looking for their secret hideout.</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:0;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320596918968066290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdaOtUQhIPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TsP4Zqa-Vm8/s400/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /></span>Making the kill!</p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320596925547193970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdaOtsxGpnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f1K-LESnBBY/s400/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" />Poor fella....Their trophy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320596929698591650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdaOt8O386I/AAAAAAAAAHA/gzQa1g85LNk/s400/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320595237131104018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SdaNLa7VrxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kmC0IxodvXw/s400/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" />Tymber didn't want anything to do with the squirrels, but she sure wanted to watch. </div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" /></a></div>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-22471358839710902562009-03-20T17:51:00.003-04:002009-03-20T18:10:09.773-04:00Need for a ChangeWhile driving to work this morning, I was listening to the radio and the DJ said that today was the first day of spring...and that got me thinking. <br /><br />Every month in my classroom I try and decorate for the season or the next holiday. I usually buy some cute decorations to hang from the ceiling, window clings for my door and a cute flag to hang outside. For example, this month I have clovers and St. Patrick's Day decor. Well...I have a close teacher friend of mine (I won't mention any names) who still has Christmas decor hanging up. She still has a snowman flag and snowflakes on her door! I mean this MIGHT be okay if we lived up north, but for crying out loud, we live in Florida! This makes me think of the Gretchen Wilson song "Redneck Woman" when she says that the girl leaves her Christmas lights up all year long. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/ScQUE7KJm9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3XBCVGdhWpM/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/ScQUE7KJm9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3XBCVGdhWpM/s400/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315395535036324818" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/ScQUEh3sfLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nlGp6pHIK7w/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/ScQUEh3sfLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nlGp6pHIK7w/s400/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315395528248032434" /></a><br />I really think it is about time for a change. <br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-34721100211748936792009-03-20T17:42:00.002-04:002009-03-20T17:50:41.947-04:00Funny "Fhotos" For FridayLast night we went to family dinner night at the Musgrove's. This is a weekly routine for us and I happened to snap some pictures of what I call "True Love". <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/ScQPdUytMrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oMMHgAlCUWc/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/ScQPdUytMrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oMMHgAlCUWc/s400/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315390456676037298" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/ScQPd1_f74I/AAAAAAAAAFo/w0VvZr9xyNw/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/ScQPd1_f74I/AAAAAAAAAFo/w0VvZr9xyNw/s400/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315390465588064130" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-3975683623145784222009-03-04T20:40:00.009-05:002009-03-04T21:27:06.360-05:00Beginner's = Bumps and BruisesLast week I called Josh on the way home to tell him that I would be there soon. He said that he was riding dirt bikes at Jason's (his cousin) house and to call him when I was almost home. Well, I called as I was getting close and of course he didn't answer. I decided to ride over there since it was just across the pasture. Josh and Jason were having a good ol' time. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa8xQ1zS-bI/AAAAAAAAAEg/C4knJcxRhe8/s1600-h/DSC00306.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa8xQ1zS-bI/AAAAAAAAAEg/C4knJcxRhe8/s400/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309516651083004338" /></a><br />Jason was showing off his skills and Josh was learning how to ride. While sitting in the car, I told Jason that I had never rode a dirt bike before. He assured me that he could teach me in five minutes, so I decided to try. I got on the bike and he went over everything from where the break was, to how to use the clutch. I was quite nervous, needless to say. I really didn't want to make a fool of myself and wreak in front of Jason and Josh. With the teaching from Jason, I got started and was extremely wobbly. Realizing quickly that if I went faster I would be much more balanced. I managed to get it into second gear, but never got the courage to try third. While getting more comfortable, I decided to go in this sharp corner of the "course" they had made with piles of dirt. Making the turn, I accidentally turned the throttle on the handle bar and shot up the dirt pile! I began screaming and then suddenly the bike shut off. I was relieved because I would have gone over the dirt pile and who knows how I would have landed!<br />I will have to say that I am an experienced ATV rider/driver, but when it comes to dirt bikes I will have to put myself in the beginner's class. I did pretty well for my first time and am proud that I didn't wreck too bad, but I can't say the same for Josh. He ended up wrecking trying to ride the bigger, faster bike. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa8zOzAmS2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/EZRu4gqu5UE/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa8zOzAmS2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/EZRu4gqu5UE/s400/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309518814997007202" /></a><br />This is me riding a bike that made for the skill level of a 7 year old. Yes, I did get on a bigger bike later. <br /><br />Here are just a few more pictures that were captured that day. <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa8x6yb9i9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/GdyhVYIdj-s/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa8x6yb9i9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/GdyhVYIdj-s/s400/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309517371734330322" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa8yqWYhlBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SwQgE_OYPpQ/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa8yqWYhlBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SwQgE_OYPpQ/s400/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309518188837442578" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa8z0dDzxpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sORDvfUT3x8/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa8z0dDzxpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sORDvfUT3x8/s400/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309519461939922578" /></a><br />Josh's nasty bruise from wrecking!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa825u8hzvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0iKIx0_t8vU/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa825u8hzvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0iKIx0_t8vU/s400/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309522851175452402" /></a><br />Hanna and Wyatt playing in the dirt pile that I inadvertently tried to climb.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa84An9-_rI/AAAAAAAAAFY/A3aNai_Ve-o/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sa84An9-_rI/AAAAAAAAAFY/A3aNai_Ve-o/s400/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309524069073223346" /></a><br />Austin with WAY more skills than me!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-4529518073407421962009-03-01T14:37:00.009-05:002009-03-01T15:00:00.510-05:00Bag Tag1) Post a picture of whatever bag you are carrying as of late. No, you cannot go up to your closet and pull out that cute little purse you used back before you had kids. I want to know what you carried today or the last time you left the house. No cheating!<br /><br />2) I want to know how much it cost:) And this is not to judge. This is for entertainment purposes only. So spill it. And if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, I’d love to hear it.<br /><br />3) Tag some chicks. <br /><br />Thanks to Jaime, I am posting the many bags I carry. <br /><br />Like Jaime, I have 4 bags that I carry..daily. You should see me trying to tote all these bags to my classroom in the mornings. <br /><br />#1 My purse: I bought it at the Ladies Night Out in Callahan. I got it from the Dot's Hair Salon booth. I believe I paid $35 for it. There are so many pockets on the inside of it that things get lost. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sarm3pR8m_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qv_aPS6wN-4/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sarm3pR8m_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qv_aPS6wN-4/s400/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308308954457873394" /></a><br /><br />#2 School Bag: I had been needing a bag to carry my school papers in, so I bought this Vera Bradley right after Christmas for around $45 (I think). This bag is full of papers that need to be graded. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SarnZ_ZZJhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vijIjV7naEM/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SarnZ_ZZJhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vijIjV7naEM/s400/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308309544510236178" /></a><br /><br />#3 Lunch Bag: I take my lunch to school most of the time. This is a Vera Bradley lunch bag that my aunt bought me for my birthday a couple of years ago. <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sarn33H2CyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sS07cik41EA/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/Sarn33H2CyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sS07cik41EA/s400/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308310057685224226" /></a><br /><br />#4 Softball Clothes Bag: I am the assistant softball coach for Hilliard. Practice is right after school everyday, so I have to have a bag to put my clothes in. My granny bought it for me at the Southern Women's Show in Jax a couple of years ago. I also use this bag when I travel. (Notice the airline ticket still attached).<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SaroWlt2QfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4xOcBkQO3Sw/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SaroWlt2QfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4xOcBkQO3Sw/s400/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308310585588728306" /></a><br /><br />I am tagging...<br />Monica<br />Christen<br />Becky<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-63117782094914316372009-02-18T20:06:00.002-05:002009-02-18T20:09:48.084-05:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SZyxSaFRAJI/AAAAAAAAADw/N8giLAP1U-0/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SZyxSaFRAJI/AAAAAAAAADw/N8giLAP1U-0/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304309390932770962" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-78943951728750423152009-02-16T18:46:00.002-05:002009-02-16T18:49:22.560-05:00FACEinHOLEIf you want a good laugh go to this website and have fun! I didn't know that Charlie's Angels looked so hot! HAHA!<br /><a href="http://www.faceinhole.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://S1.faceinhole.com/09/2/16/8fdb27d92101221f6c.jpg" border=0></a><br><a href="http://www.faceinhole.com" target="_blank">Create your own FACEinHOLE</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNDgyNzk3OTAyNiZwdD*xMjM*ODI4MDA*Njc2JnA9MTkzMjYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*wMjZmZDYzNDUwNzg*NTRmYmFjMjE4YzViMGM2MDE5YQ==.gif" />The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-22512838551684977142009-02-10T19:00:00.004-05:002009-02-10T19:18:12.738-05:00Saturday Night RodeoOn Saturday Josh and I went to the benefit rodeo for Michael Conner. When Josh and I first got together Friday or Saturday nights were always schedule at a rodeo. Some of you would be shocked to know that Josh rode bulls. I wasn't too thrilled about the idea because I had watch the movie 8 Seconds too many times. My worst fear was that he would get seriously injured or even killed. Once we were married, I convinced him to just take up fishing and hang up the bull rope. Though he gave it up, I know he still would love to get on the back of a bull again. He still watches the PBR (Professional Bull Riding) every Sunday night, so I know that cowboy still lives within him. Sometimes I miss going to the rodeo and seeing him work that cowboy hat.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SZIY2muVx8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YKQXW3Ziov0/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SZIY2muVx8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YKQXW3Ziov0/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301327037755410370" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-54354107138442494632009-02-02T16:21:00.003-05:002009-02-02T16:37:08.200-05:006th in the 6thI wasn't necessarily tagged by anyone, but I read Jobeth's blog and she said that if we read it we should do it. So here I am posting my 6th picture in the 6th folder. This is one of the first pictures Josh and I took together. We had just starting dating and he was watching my softball team from church play in the championship game. I absolutely love his hat on backwards and those dimples are just yummy! <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SYdmA-10vJI/AAAAAAAAADI/lxJBA03-G5k/s1600-h/Josh+%26+Kristen+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SYdmA-10vJI/AAAAAAAAADI/lxJBA03-G5k/s320/Josh+%26+Kristen+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298315653679463570" /></a><br />I am sure almost everyone has been tagged, but I want to tag Monica. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207008065794888736.post-27737302565282471662009-01-28T19:36:00.009-05:002009-01-29T17:31:43.674-05:00Toenails?As I posted earlier, Josh and I went on a marriage retreat with the church. We were assigned a cabin with Nick and Becky Mirando. When finding out that we would be "bunking" with them, we were pretty excited because we knew they would be fun to be with. Well, we didn't realize how fun. Let me explain. <br /><br />It started out like any morning. Josh was ready and he was waiting on me to finish my hair. Nick and Becky had just left when I was finally done. Walking into the living room, I noticed fingernail clippers and toenails right beside them sitting on the coffee table! <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SYIsCZXAkAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9qLZKt6Des8/s1600-h/IMG_5302.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SYIsCZXAkAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9qLZKt6Des8/s320/IMG_5302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296844531419877378" /></a><br />I looked at Josh and said, "That is disgusting! Did Becky see that?" He went on to tell me that she had to have seen it because she walked right past it. I argued with them saying, "There is NO way Becky saw that because if she did she would have made him clean that up!" We finally got in the truck and I kept thinking about how gross that was. I knew I wanted to tell Kristi and Chad, but thought I didn't want them to know that Nick was so "unsanitary". <br /><br />Later that day, we went out to eat with Kristi, Chad, Bryan and Tara. While at the table, Josh happens to mention what we had found. They all laughed and Kristi said, "Please don't say anymore. I am trying to eat." Well, I went on to say that I wasn't sure if it was toenails because it kind of looked like skin that he had cut off his foot.<br /><br />I ended up not thinking anything more about it until Becky asked me, "Did you see Nick's toenail clippings?" I was figuring she would say she was sorry and that he lived like a pig, but she began laughing. I then realize that we had been "punked". What looked like toenails were really coconut shavings! I couldn't believe they had pulled one over on us! We laughed for hours about the whole situation. They confessed of some other things they had thought about doing. (Baby Ruth in the jacuzzi, switching people in our house, etc...the list goes on.) They did put a personal lubricant box in the fridge, but we didn't see it, so I guess you could say that planned failed.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SYIt01jRppI/AAAAAAAAADA/6FJJXUw58VI/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oFtBYEZL0Do/SYIt01jRppI/AAAAAAAAADA/6FJJXUw58VI/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296846497492608658" /></a><br />All in all, we hope that somehow we can get them back. So Becky and Nick...you better be ready. :)<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/54/ABC580B223EBD6F177DAC2B77E4DF879.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Musgrove'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713178380130496273noreply@blogger.com2