<?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-8282445</id><updated>2011-08-31T05:56:43.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zdravo Serbia!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-7827470727663156865</id><published>2007-06-27T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:07:43.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well...it was a nice thought!</title><summary type='text'>“The road to failure is paved with good intentions.” Who said that anyway? So depressing…but so is this blog. I can’t keep up with it, but I have been emailing out weekly updates, so please email me at autumngracerogers@gmail.com if you would like to be added to that list.Thanks guys!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7827470727663156865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=7827470727663156865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/7827470727663156865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/7827470727663156865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/wellit-was-nice-thought.html' title='well...it was a nice thought!'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-7527979972650784676</id><published>2007-06-07T13:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:27:53.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let the fun begin!</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting in the cutest coffee shop right now - reminds me of Sweet Eugenes, for you aggies out there. Erin is at work, and I came here to use internet and work myself. But....I'm not getting much done yet. Amazingly, with all the lesson-planning I still need to do, I feel on top of things. I know the end goal of our efforts this summer, and I'm pumped to get things started, which will make the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7527979972650784676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=7527979972650784676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/7527979972650784676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/7527979972650784676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-fun-begin.html' title='let the fun begin!'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-2324092866452234531</id><published>2007-05-31T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T08:43:39.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deep calls to deep</title><summary type='text'>in 48 hours i'll be on my way to chicago! my room looks like a tornado swept through it, my eyes burn from lack of sleep, my stomach is in knots, my heartrate is high as if i was hiking....and my spirit is calm. this is right (well, not my room), this is what i'm supposed to be doing this summer. you might be thinking, "well duh, autumn", but let me tell you - i've had so many doubts these past </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2324092866452234531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=2324092866452234531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/2324092866452234531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/2324092866452234531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2007/05/deep-calls-to-deep.html' title='deep calls to deep'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-2074193601942814719</id><published>2007-05-26T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:36:55.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one week!</title><summary type='text'>Team Leader Orientation doesn't start until June 8, but since my sister, Erin, lives up in Chicago I'm going to go a few days early to hang out with her and have some alone time to finish up my training sessions.Being the research coordinator for this trip has caused me more anxiety in the last few months than I thought possible. At my training back in January I remember thinking, "who's going to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2074193601942814719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=2074193601942814719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/2074193601942814719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/2074193601942814719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-week.html' title='one week!'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-4640619370114536160</id><published>2007-05-23T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:14:57.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>does this still work?</title><summary type='text'>testing.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/4640619370114536160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=4640619370114536160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/4640619370114536160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/4640619370114536160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2007/05/does-this-still-work.html' title='does this still work?'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113997154444310163</id><published>2006-02-14T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:45:44.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><summary type='text'>i find myself in the same exact place i was last year on valentine's day - it was cold and raining and i was on QR duty. it's a good thing this isn't my favorite holiday. therefore, because this day is nothing exceptional to the next, and the only way i've observed it as a holiday at all was to eat chocolate for breakfast and wear my hot pink rain boots, i would like to take the time to reflect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113997154444310163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113997154444310163' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113997154444310163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113997154444310163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2006/02/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113967036885328059</id><published>2006-02-11T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:06:08.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ovid:</title><summary type='text'>"if you would be loved, be lovable"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113967036885328059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113967036885328059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113967036885328059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113967036885328059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2006/02/ovid.html' title='ovid:'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113919291947295087</id><published>2006-02-05T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:36:51.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the too-often unsung chorus of Amazing Grace</title><summary type='text'>The Lord has promised good to me...His word my hope secures.He will my shield and portion be...as long as life endures.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113919291947295087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113919291947295087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113919291947295087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113919291947295087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2006/02/too-often-unsung-chorus-of-amazing.html' title='the too-often unsung chorus of Amazing Grace'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113897168129792887</id><published>2006-02-03T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:50:23.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>28 days remaining</title><summary type='text'>today is feb 3. on march 3 i'll be in florida. i'm trying to jam-pack all the adventure i possibly can in the weeks ahead. paragliding is at the top of the list. today i'm rockclimbing at a waterfall closeby. next week i'm going whale watching. but all this busyness wears me out and makes me just want to sit on my friend's couch with a mug of coffee and soak up the fellowship i've found here.i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113897168129792887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113897168129792887' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113897168129792887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113897168129792887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2006/02/28-days-remaining.html' title='28 days remaining'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113864368687693150</id><published>2006-01-30T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:54:46.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in case you forgot how cute she is....</title><summary type='text'> Merit on her new big-girl bed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113864368687693150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113864368687693150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113864368687693150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113864368687693150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-case-you-forgot-how-cute-she-is.html' title='in case you forgot how cute she is....'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113819762652193737</id><published>2006-01-25T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:00:26.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 things</title><summary type='text'>i was tagged by ryan, but i had no clue what that meant. now that i got it all figured out.....4jobs i've had:1. doula - doing whatever this mother of 7 needed me to do2. youth intern - playing volleyball and meeting kids at starbucks was great ministry3. cleaning houses with moni4. sweet eugenes - all the free drinks i could ever want!4jobs i still hope to have someday:1. massage therapist2. ESL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113819762652193737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113819762652193737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113819762652193737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113819762652193737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2006/01/4-things.html' title='4 things'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113796120773323050</id><published>2006-01-22T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T15:20:07.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty-four</title><summary type='text'>i got my ears pierced at the age of 6. turning 10 was HUGE because i was finally two digits! 17 was a cool age because there were so many songs that year about being 17. turning 20 was the best birthday because a big group of friends and i went paintballing where i deemed myself invincible and never went out of the game. about 20 friends also chipped in and gave me a brand new guitar and hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113796120773323050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113796120773323050' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113796120773323050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113796120773323050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2006/01/twenty-four.html' title='twenty-four'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113745641765654721</id><published>2006-01-16T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:07:41.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pork: it's what's for dinner</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113745641765654721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113745641765654721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113745641765654721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113745641765654721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2006/01/pork-its-whats-for-dinner.html' title='pork: it&apos;s what&apos;s for dinner'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113698391814048204</id><published>2006-01-11T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T07:51:58.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to be more</title><summary type='text'>three of my girls that i've been with for over a year have left in the past week. i know they come here to eventually leave, but after pouring heart and soul into them for months it's hard to wave goodbye. of course, they all swear to keep in touch for the rest of their lives - invite me to their weddings and send me birth announcements of their children. we'll see.....few are left that i worked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113698391814048204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113698391814048204' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113698391814048204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113698391814048204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-be-more.html' title='to be more'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113640779390347318</id><published>2006-01-04T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:49:53.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><summary type='text'>i took a three hour test today along with several of our students. it's a test to identify your skills of intelligence - creativity, processing, memory, perspective, logic, etc in order to better understand how you learn. i felt like such a nerd because i enjoyed it so much. i haven't been in school in over two years, so to be told "pencils down" or "take a water break" got me all giddy. i also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113640779390347318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113640779390347318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113640779390347318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113640779390347318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113577643910836802</id><published>2005-12-28T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T08:27:19.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slugging along</title><summary type='text'>i feel like a slug..or a slob. maybe a sluggish slob. anyway, it's been a month since i've gone running and i can see how it affects everything. my attitude, energy, and spirit feel stretched thin. i know that it isn't all because i've been neglecting exercise - i was really sick for two weeks, and then the emotions and stress of christmas more than  likely had much to do with it. shopping for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113577643910836802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113577643910836802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113577643910836802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113577643910836802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/12/slugging-along.html' title='slugging along'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113492547347665536</id><published>2005-12-18T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T12:04:33.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, dad</title><summary type='text'>i'd like to give a shout out to my dad for his 54th birthday! for giving your life foremost to God and following His plans for you and our family. for walking by faith into new territories to spread the love of Christ. for submitting to church leadership and being a church leader. for raising us children in the way we should go. for making both Erin and i daddy's girls - curling our hair and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113492547347665536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113492547347665536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113492547347665536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113492547347665536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='happy birthday, dad'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113344127289588143</id><published>2005-12-01T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T07:47:52.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>merit jane</title><summary type='text'> thanks for all the props on how cute trevor and i are, but i think merit has us beat by far. look at all those teeth!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113344127289588143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113344127289588143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113344127289588143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113344127289588143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/12/merit-jane.html' title='merit jane'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113208857292580810</id><published>2005-11-15T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T16:02:52.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the bamboo hole</title><summary type='text'> a group of us went hiking and climbing this past weekend to one of my favorite spots - about 20 minutes away from our school.  we had to hike in and jump from this cliff to get to the rock face. thanks to my fellow aggie - laura statesir - and her outdoor adventure skills i think i can finally impress trevor. is it working?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113208857292580810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113208857292580810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113208857292580810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113208857292580810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/11/bamboo-hole.html' title='the bamboo hole'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113162696368941040</id><published>2005-11-10T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T07:51:58.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spike?</title><summary type='text'> i have just adopted my first pet. we had an assortment of animals growing up, but this is the first pet i've chosen for myself! it's a rosy boa, only about 14 inches long. he's not used to all the cuddling and playing i want to do, so he pooped on me yesterday when i was trying to get his picture. Gideon thinks his name should be Spike. i like it, but i'm open to other suggestions??? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113162696368941040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113162696368941040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113162696368941040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113162696368941040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/11/spike.html' title='spike?'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113138256511946305</id><published>2005-11-07T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:57:51.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hoe-down</title><summary type='text'>we had a campus-wide celebration of my season this past saturday night with a fall fest - complete with denim, pigtails, chili, and square dancing! my mom had forced all of us kids to learn how to dance all sorts of styles growing up and i remembering thinking square dancing was the least useful. turns out i became the P.E. teacher this past month and was the official "caller" on saturday. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113138256511946305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113138256511946305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113138256511946305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113138256511946305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/11/hoe-down.html' title='hoe-down'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113093629579444555</id><published>2005-11-02T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T07:58:15.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>napoleon bonaparte:</title><summary type='text'>"I know men; and I tell you that Jesus Christ is no mere man. Between Him and every other person in the world there is no possible term of comparison. Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne, and I have founded empires. But on what did we rest the creations of our genius? Upon force! Jesus Christ founded His empire upon love; and at this hour millions of men would die for Him."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113093629579444555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113093629579444555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113093629579444555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113093629579444555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/11/napoleon-bonaparte.html' title='napoleon bonaparte:'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113050689258984650</id><published>2005-10-28T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T08:41:32.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty tips 101</title><summary type='text'>Do not listen to beauty tips from 9 teenage girls.If you do not adhere to tip #1, then make sure you get specific instructions regarding the beauty tip.If you do not adhere to tip #2, then use common sense and do not put a handful of mayonaise in your hair.If you do not adhere to tip #3, then make sure you shampoo all mayonaise out of your hair before going out in public.If you do not adhere to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113050689258984650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113050689258984650' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113050689258984650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113050689258984650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/10/beauty-tips-101.html' title='beauty tips 101'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-113011649080442726</id><published>2005-10-23T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:16:13.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>congratulations to me!</title><summary type='text'>if this isn't the cutest baby already then i'm sure the next rogers' offspring will be! i just got the news last night that josiah and debi are due for another bundle of joy this june. truly, the thought of having more miniature rogers running around swells my heart with joy. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113011649080442726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=113011649080442726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113011649080442726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/113011649080442726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/10/congratulations-to-me.html' title='congratulations to me!'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112960392986320329</id><published>2005-10-17T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:52:09.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>house trip</title><summary type='text'>Starr house embarks on our bi-annual house trip tomorrow morning. we're going to be camping on the southcoast for 3 days and in the capital for 2. one of our girls just got assigned to be at armslength away from for me the WHOLE trip....so i'm guessing she'll either resent this assignment and take it out on me, or we'll have so much quality time together (sleeping, eating, and swimming next to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112960392986320329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112960392986320329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112960392986320329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112960392986320329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/10/house-trip.html' title='house trip'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112942949376342195</id><published>2005-10-15T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T10:54:56.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the new man in my life</title><summary type='text'>     Gideon and I get along so smashingly we decided to move in together! actually, we live together without any say in the matter because he's the son of my new houseparents. he's 7 years old, has a new movie every day, and our "secret" password is hero i-i. at meals he runs down to my end of the table to pull out my chair and seat me. in this picture he let me sport his new snorkeling goggles. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112942949376342195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112942949376342195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112942949376342195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112942949376342195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-man-in-my-life.html' title='the new man in my life'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112873181288092059</id><published>2005-10-07T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:11:45.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reflecting...</title><summary type='text'>my boss asked me to call the girl that is most likely replacing me this february and answer whatever questions she might have. as i was talking about my role and the relationships i have with the girls i was overwhelmed (again) with how much i LOVE what i do. on a small mountainside i live with a house full of girls that have seen me at my best, worst and all the in-betweens and still love me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112873181288092059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112873181288092059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112873181288092059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112873181288092059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/10/reflecting.html' title='reflecting...'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112821850139504839</id><published>2005-10-01T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:42:33.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>being danced</title><summary type='text'>when i wrote my last entry my perspective was still way off. God is not some big dancer, and i the little dancer. i'm no dancer at all - i'm being danced. i too often put myself at the center, and how is that dying to self? spirituality is not about attaining something - position, wisdom, leadership, servanthood, etc - but rather dropping ambitions, illusions, greed and cravings. in our natural </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112821850139504839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112821850139504839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112821850139504839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112821850139504839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/10/being-danced.html' title='being danced'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112806018532498208</id><published>2005-09-30T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T01:36:53.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the dance</title><summary type='text'>i've gotten a bit stuck with this blog - not knowing what to post because there's so many new and overwhelming things i could write about. so since i don't know how to pick just one...i'll name a few: new houseparents have moved in (which also means new housemates); my good friends, josh and tammy, moved to georgia; my mom sent me pickles; a hurricane hit texas; a hurricane hit my room; a boy is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112806018532498208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112806018532498208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112806018532498208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112806018532498208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/09/dance.html' title='the dance'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112666452115768426</id><published>2005-09-13T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:13:39.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C.S. Lewis:</title><summary type='text'>"if i find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy. the most probable explanation is that i was made for another world."i don't find it inconsequential that i stumbled upon this quote today after just writing the previous post about my "need" for adventure. i absolutely believe my Father refreshes and speaks to me by being in the outdoors and experiencing new things, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112666452115768426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112666452115768426' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112666452115768426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112666452115768426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/09/cs-lewis.html' title='C.S. Lewis:'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112657687863197257</id><published>2005-09-12T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:01:18.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the adventures continue</title><summary type='text'>i told my care group today that God has wired me to spiritually experience Him and the "abundant life" through adventures. i get bored with the day-to-day if at least once a week i'm not physically challenged, meet new people, or see and read a new thing. so this past saturday i decided to tackle the art of motorcycle driving. i was doing great for the first hour until going around a curve i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112657687863197257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112657687863197257' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112657687863197257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112657687863197257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/09/adventures-continue.html' title='the adventures continue'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112631807505346300</id><published>2005-09-09T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:10:16.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the good life</title><summary type='text'>i've set upon a worthless stackof my ambitious plansthe people that i've loved the mosthave turned their backs and ranlonliness has left me searchingfor someone to lovepoverty has changed my viewof what true riches aresorrow's opened up my eyesto see what real joy isPAIN HAS BEEN THE CATALYSTTO MY HEART'S HAPPINESSthis is the good life-mark stuart</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112631807505346300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112631807505346300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112631807505346300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112631807505346300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-life.html' title='the good life'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112606563416788609</id><published>2005-09-06T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:00:34.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>teenage fusion ninja turtles</title><summary type='text'>our week of retreat kicked off tonight. this is a time of spiritual emphasis on our campus filled with games, sports, workshops, and times of worship and teaching - very similar to a summer camp. it's a time when several of our students make decisions to accept Christ. PLEASE be in prayer over our student and staff body. and pray for me as i have several responsibilities this week - one being the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112606563416788609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112606563416788609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112606563416788609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112606563416788609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/09/teenage-fusion-ninja-turtles.html' title='teenage fusion ninja turtles'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112550189019894657</id><published>2005-08-31T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:55:47.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my new headlamp is going places!</title><summary type='text'>I always knew I'd be going places, and now I've found the way to get there! My new headlamp is taking me places, i tell you. Last night I made it up the hill to my house IN THE DARK! Now tell me, isn't that a good headlamp?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112550189019894657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112550189019894657' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112550189019894657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112550189019894657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-new-headlamp-is-going-places.html' title='my new headlamp is going places!'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112542909532150872</id><published>2005-08-30T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:11:35.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>texas highways</title><summary type='text'>i've been up since 6:00 working with either a scrub brush, toothbrush or broom in hand. the student houses get inspected every week and if we don't pass we're required to clean the house for 8 hours on our freeday. it's not supposed to be a "fun" day, so the girls have all been pretty quiet...which allows me a few moments to slip into my own world.for some odd reason every time i space my mind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112542909532150872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112542909532150872' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112542909532150872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112542909532150872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/texas-highways.html' title='texas highways'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112482578810908859</id><published>2005-08-23T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T14:36:28.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking point</title><summary type='text'>i realize now that i've tried to be super-human these past two weeks - doing everything that's been asked of me without admitting my weakness or asking for help. i seriously thought i could do it all, and i tried to, which meant working during my time off and losing a lot of sleep. so at about 5:00 yesterday afternoon, after having worked 12 hours straight with only 2.5 hours of sleep the night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112482578810908859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112482578810908859' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112482578810908859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112482578810908859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/breaking-point.html' title='breaking point'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112439497334681833</id><published>2005-08-19T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T08:41:29.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelson Mandela:</title><summary type='text'>"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are we not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112439497334681833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112439497334681833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112439497334681833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112439497334681833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/nelson-mandela.html' title='Nelson Mandela:'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112370258220793436</id><published>2005-08-10T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:36:22.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><summary type='text'>in the past 5 days i've worked 68 hours!!! THAT'S CRAZY!!! i've only cried about 10 times, which is actually really good for me seeing how sleep deprived i've been (lack of sleep makes me a blubbering baby).i just want to thank y'all. God has really blessed me with a good attitude and perseverence. i was getting discouraged on monday because of how little contact i was having with the girls (not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112370258220793436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112370258220793436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112370258220793436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112370258220793436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112308926017636959</id><published>2005-08-03T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T12:14:20.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my dominican experience for the day</title><summary type='text'>so i just spent about 45 minutes raking through our trash pit - a big hole in the ground where we dump all our trash (it gets burned every few months).  i lost a piece to our Kitchen Aid - a handy-dandy do it all mixing, grating, whipping device that housemoms adore.  just my luck that i lost the small piece that plugs all the gadgets in. this finger size piece was missing friday, and saturday i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112308926017636959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112308926017636959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112308926017636959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112308926017636959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-dominican-experience-for-day.html' title='my dominican experience for the day'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112264367192082317</id><published>2005-07-29T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:29:55.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who is this wonder boy?</title><summary type='text'>ryan vaughn is just a friend of a friend to me - the name i know, the person i don't. i think we sat at the same table once in a college station restaurant with mutual friends. i've sat in his apartment and listened to him talk of God and music, but he wasn't talking to me. we also worked at the same coffee shop where again i would hear him talking - to whom i'm not sure, since again it wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112264367192082317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112264367192082317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112264367192082317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112264367192082317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-is-this-wonder-boy.html' title='who is this wonder boy?'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112233724261137933</id><published>2005-07-25T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T19:35:06.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more pico pictures</title><summary type='text'>Another beautiful sunrise shot.We were drenched with sweat by the time we reached the peak, so this is a shot of me and my friend, Jessica, stripping down to put dry clothes on. Brrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Isn't this a rad photo of the wind-whipped Dominican flag? Props to Lynae and her photography skills.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112233724261137933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112233724261137933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112233724261137933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112233724261137933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-pico-pictures.html' title='more pico pictures'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112233530743012077</id><published>2005-07-25T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T19:28:42.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures of pico</title><summary type='text'>That's me at the highest point in the West Indies!! It was around 40 degrees when we arrived at the peak. Taking a break on the trail to elevate our throbbing feet. Most of the trail looked much like this due to the forest fires earlier this year. Halfway thru the week and we were still smiling...little did we know that the hellacious 5 hours down hill to valley camp was around the next bend!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112233530743012077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112233530743012077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112233530743012077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112233530743012077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/pictures-of-pico.html' title='pictures of pico'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112217309738255803</id><published>2005-07-23T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:48:38.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, mom</title><summary type='text'>i'd like to give a shout out to my mom for her 53rd birthday. for raising and homeschooling 4 children - making sure that we learned how to make good friends, public speak, cook, do laundry, balance bank accounts, and find a job by the time we were 10....ok maybe 12. for being firm and compassionate - spanking us and then hugging us. for having biblical answers and living as a godly example of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112217309738255803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112217309738255803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112217309738255803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112217309738255803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='happy birthday, mom'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112199842258573282</id><published>2005-07-21T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:13:42.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the go</title><summary type='text'>just returned from a very needed 3 day. i left in a tizzy over work, money, student loans, and life in general. i've returned with more clarity, peace of mind and bruises -  my r&amp;r included archery, tennis, volleyball, and windsurfing (all of which i suck at). i've hardly slept in my own bed in the past two weeks. i will leave again tomorrow with our house for a 2 day service project to an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112199842258573282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112199842258573282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112199842258573282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112199842258573282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-go.html' title='on the go'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112173698701517785</id><published>2005-07-18T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:36:27.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>play hard and pamper afterwards</title><summary type='text'>After hiking 7 hours up to peak camp, a few of us woke up at 3:30 the next morning to hike to the summit of Pico Duarte to see the sunrise. It was a very painful and awesome trip. The trek was intense, but the river bathing, berry picking, sleeping outside, devos, and quality time made for an incredible 5 days. I'll try to post more pictures later. Thank you for your prayers! I'm off with some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112173698701517785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112173698701517785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112173698701517785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112173698701517785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/play-hard-and-pamper-afterwards.html' title='play hard and pamper afterwards'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112103093127838958</id><published>2005-07-10T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:25:48.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pico duarte</title><summary type='text'>we leave tomorrow for our 5 day hike up and down pico duarte. i've been looking forward to this since i came here. the only thing i'm nervous about is that i don't own any hiking boots! this past week has afforded more quality time with my girls than i've had in a while. i was able to talk one-on-one with several of them and share the gospel with one. i'm praying, and ask that you also would pray</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112103093127838958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112103093127838958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112103093127838958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112103093127838958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/pico-duarte.html' title='pico duarte'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112082895968338023</id><published>2005-07-08T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T07:41:43.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my mug</title><summary type='text'>besides a few pictures of my niece i have very little memorabilia from my texas life down here. however, when i visited A&amp;M over vacation i splurged and bought a maroon coffee mug that says HOWDY. i was a 2%-er my whole 3 years there, but i swear every morning when i use it i get a little aggie spirit, sense of home stirring up in me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112082895968338023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112082895968338023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112082895968338023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112082895968338023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-mug.html' title='my mug'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112049489557925776</id><published>2005-07-04T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:34:55.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>human rights watch</title><summary type='text'>the states' independence is the last thing on my mind today. i've been doing research all morning for the group class i'm teaching this summer over cultural awareness. i've spent a few hours reading testimonies and reports off the human rights watch site. i've cried several times, especially over the childrens rights stories. i love living in another country and regularly being exposed to poverty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112049489557925776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112049489557925776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112049489557925776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112049489557925776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/human-rights-watch.html' title='human rights watch'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-112044485841261331</id><published>2005-07-03T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:41:03.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams and lack thereof</title><summary type='text'>i always feel dumb not knowing what to write for a new post. i think people must get bored if i just write about daily happenings, but then if i were to share all the deep churning thoughts that swarm thru my head i'd come across as unstable. like who of y'all really care that i jump in the pool at least once (sometimes up to three times) a day to prevent heat exhaustion? or does it fascinate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112044485841261331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=112044485841261331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112044485841261331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/112044485841261331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/dreams-and-lack-thereof.html' title='dreams and lack thereof'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111961602798882121</id><published>2005-06-24T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T07:27:07.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on Romans 12.1-2</title><summary type='text'>"If life is aimless, stagnant, fruitless, lacking in content, it is because we are not entering by experience into the richness of God's will. The commandment of God is exceeding broad. There is not a moment of life that the will of God does not command, no circumstance that it does not fill with meaning if we are responsive to the fullness of his revealed counsel for us."-JOHN MURRAY</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111961602798882121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111961602798882121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111961602798882121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111961602798882121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-romans-121-2.html' title='on Romans 12.1-2'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111944645452934894</id><published>2005-06-22T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:08:43.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>trust in the LORD with all my heart</title><summary type='text'>it's time to stop thinking that i know what's going on with my life. you'd think with me being the one living it, that i'd have a clue, but i don't. what's the proverb? "many are the plans of man, but the Lord directs his steps."my vacation didn't go the way i supposed it would. not that it was bad; it was in fact very refreshing in its challenges. my time spent with Luke in Texas and after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111944645452934894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111944645452934894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111944645452934894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111944645452934894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/trust-in-lord-with-all-my-heart.html' title='trust in the LORD with all my heart'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111892637103358673</id><published>2005-06-16T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T07:53:10.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back in the groove of things</title><summary type='text'>i've been back at work for over a week now. the transition into structure went smoothly, but i'm still trying to get the hang of the new work i've taken on. it seems like i'm shopping and cooking all the time. some of the meals have taken up to THREE HOURS! i've been showering twice a day because i hate smelling like the food after cooking it for so long. i've never been much of a baker, but i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111892637103358673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111892637103358673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111892637103358673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111892637103358673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-in-groove-of-things.html' title='back in the groove of things'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111660317229963292</id><published>2005-05-20T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T10:32:52.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from the homefront</title><summary type='text'>i feel like i've hardly seen my family. i've been in denton, tx for almost two weeks now and i don't feel like i've done a lot of fun vacationing. i hung out with my grandma and merit the first week and then everyone but my mom left for various locations (mission trip, wedding, roadtrip, etc) and do not do not return until sunday. christy came in on tuesday and although i've been sick, my time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111660317229963292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111660317229963292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111660317229963292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111660317229963292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/from-homefront.html' title='from the homefront'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111522930005549401</id><published>2005-05-04T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:55:00.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>word entry: GRACE  function: VERB</title><summary type='text'>the word grace is most often referred to and used as a noun, except in the case of conferring dignity or honor to someone. i would like to argue, however, that grace is living and breathing; an action verb. this morning i intervened on behalf of one of my girls in a way that no feelings nor desire accompanied. no question, the Spirit moved my body and opened my mouth against common sense. being a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111522930005549401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111522930005549401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111522930005549401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111522930005549401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/word-entry-grace-function-verb.html' title='word entry: GRACE  function: VERB'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111411304326953307</id><published>2005-04-21T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T14:50:43.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION!!</title><summary type='text'>i finally have dates when i'm going to texas for my vacation! i'll be flying into DFW may 9 and leaving june 5. that's only 17 days away! when i return i'll be working in a different house, with different staff and students for a girls summer program for 10 weeks. in the meantime, i'm day dreaming about freebird burritoes, my dad's specialty brew, tubing down the river, re-uniting with old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111411304326953307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111411304326953307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111411304326953307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111411304326953307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/vacation.html' title='VACATION!!'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111357050620048000</id><published>2005-04-15T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:08:26.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken soup for the humble soul</title><summary type='text'>i was making buffalo chicken soup last night for some friends that had a baby.  while in town, buying the fixins, i figured that the meat at the butchers had to be way more "fresh" than the saran wrapped packages at the market; cheaper too.  i like to think myself as savage or "hard core", but as he handed me the chicken i had to humble myself and ask him to cut off the head and feet.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111357050620048000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111357050620048000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111357050620048000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111357050620048000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/chicken-soup-for-humble-soul.html' title='chicken soup for the humble soul'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111339864909550150</id><published>2005-04-13T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T08:25:10.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you carry another's burden from afar?</title><summary type='text'>when a friend hurts and you can't be there:you try to inflict pain on yourself since you're unable to take some of hersyou call every day, sometimes twice a day, to tell a funny story about the great times we've had together as single womenyou begin to search for random gifts around your room to send to her - possibly the ashes from a burned up bra?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111339864909550150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111339864909550150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111339864909550150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111339864909550150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-do-you-carry-anothers-burden-from.html' title='how do you carry another&apos;s burden from afar?'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111189046952642763</id><published>2005-03-26T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T21:27:49.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well, i didn't finish last</title><summary type='text'>today was the 12k i've been gearing up for. my friend katie and i ate lots of pasta, elevated our feet, took a nap, prayed for cloud-cover; all the things i could think of. we were hoping to finish the race in under 1.5 hours. amazingly enough i finished in an hour and ten minutes and.............. in SECOND PLACE! katie got third place and we're splitting the winnings - 1500 pesos for each of us</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111189046952642763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111189046952642763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111189046952642763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111189046952642763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-i-didnt-finish-last.html' title='well, i didn&apos;t finish last'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111167017472004336</id><published>2005-03-24T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T08:16:14.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my niece's big day</title><summary type='text'>Merit's birthday was yesterday. I called and sang in Spanish, and I think she really liked that. She went to Olive Garden for dinner - every one year old's dream. She also went to the zoo, and knows how to make dog and cat noises, although I don't think they saw dogs and cats at the zoo. She didn't have her birthday suit on, but was not wearing any pants at the time we spoke. She's having a big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111167017472004336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111167017472004336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111167017472004336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111167017472004336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-nieces-big-day.html' title='my niece&apos;s big day'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111126344464352130</id><published>2005-03-19T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:17:24.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hyped to run</title><summary type='text'>i had planned to run in my first ever race today - two meals of pasta downed and everything. unfortunately, my friend didn't know the time of the race and we arrived after it had already finished. we went running anyway, but i was bummed to miss the opportunity for a free t-shirt. luckily, next week is a 12k that we do know the starting time!  i've twisted and re-rolled my ankle several times in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111126344464352130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>non-retreat</title><summary type='text'>this week is Retreat at escuela caribe - much like summer camp. i have been so looking forward to hearing from the speaker we invited and serving the congregation on the worship team - i've been ready for a change of pace and time of refreshment. but here it is friday, Retreat ending tomorrow, and i've missed over half of it. i was off the first day and then yesterday and today was spent at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111056929514994008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111056929514994008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111056929514994008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111056929514994008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/non-retreat.html' title='non-retreat'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-111021671069219087</id><published>2005-03-07T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:31:50.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an ode to Ghetta</title><summary type='text'>you didn't have A/C but i loved you anywaythose summer drives were hotso i always had sweat tissues ready you loved the song "ghetto superstar"so i sang it pretty oftenrubbed the wheel and serenadeduntil you finally started once i marched around you seven times seemed righti claimed you for the Lordand you didn't put up a fight now you've bit the dustbecause Erin didn't see that fast car coming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111021671069219087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=111021671069219087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111021671069219087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/111021671069219087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/ode-to-ghetta.html' title='an ode to Ghetta'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110994102821336760</id><published>2005-03-04T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T07:59:15.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a blur of a morning</title><summary type='text'>only me, with 11 girls this morning; one of which was vomiting all morning. another that wet the bed. then there's our newbie (age 14) that walks around like she owns the place. oh, and i think that there was one girl that was crying off and on all morning....i'm not sure.most days i feel on top of things, but not this day. so i'm sitting here wondering what i need to do for my time off - catch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110994102821336760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110994102821336760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110994102821336760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110994102821336760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/blur-of-morning.html' title='a blur of a morning'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110950750937108525</id><published>2005-02-27T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T07:31:49.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the magote hike</title><summary type='text'>i decided to take "all the walks i want to take" that burroughs spoke of and combine them into one huge hike yesterday. it took two hours to get up, having to stop almost every 10 minutes because the incline was so steep (or i am out of shape), and one hour down. every part of my body aches, and i think i took a total of 9 ibprofen between getting home and going to bed last night. every summer, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110950750937108525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110950750937108525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110950750937108525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110950750937108525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/magote-hike.html' title='the magote hike'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110924928134013097</id><published>2005-02-24T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T07:48:01.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Burroughs:</title><summary type='text'>"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see."   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110924928134013097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110924928134013097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110924928134013097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110924928134013097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/john-burroughs.html' title='John Burroughs:'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110911902106873536</id><published>2005-02-23T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T07:58:33.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>expecting expectations</title><summary type='text'>i heard a quote recently: "ministry begins when expectations cease". i didn't like that much at first, but when it comes to my girls, it's proven true. they're professional rebels, so i can't expect them to be good or treat me with respect. therefore, i don't freak out or get upset or become prideful when they're butt-holes. however, when a person who claims Christ is Lord of their life then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110911902106873536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110911902106873536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110911902106873536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110911902106873536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/expecting-expectations.html' title='expecting expectations'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110884905026962998</id><published>2005-02-19T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T16:37:30.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>black tongue</title><summary type='text'>yes, folks, that's right. not the black plague but the black tongue. i woke up with it this morning and worked myself into a tizzy about what it could be. the internet doesn't say anything about it, and i hadn't eaten a black lolly-pop, so it's all a mystery. with a lot of effort, i brushed it all away and am curious to see if it comes back tomorrow. if you have any information regarding this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110884905026962998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110884905026962998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110884905026962998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110884905026962998'/><link 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calls and misses me even when she's in a hot tub drinking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110842860689419725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110842860689419725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110842860689419725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110842860689419725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/dia-de-amistad_14.html' title='dia de amistad'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110832590658156988</id><published>2005-02-13T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T15:18:26.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saving private rogers</title><summary type='text'>I'm sick with sin. I've always known it, but haven't been so painfully made aware of it before coming here. Today I feel like running from this place to be alone in the quiet to vomit up all the "flesh" I've binged on lately; to try to exfoliate all the crud that makes me feel so heavy.  But the flesh is ever present, sin crouches at my door, and the devil continually prowls around, waiting to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110832590658156988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110832590658156988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110832590658156988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110832590658156988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/saving-private-rogers.html' title='saving private rogers'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110735274430092267</id><published>2005-02-02T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T09:00:01.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>name change</title><summary type='text'>as of last night the girls have now been given permission to call me by my first name. they were all pretty excited, but have yet to remember and when they do correct themselves they say my name with a soft, slow whisper - "i mean....Aautuummn." i have found that i am responding to them differently as well. "Miss Rogers" has been screamed, cursed and threatened so much that my first name seems so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110735274430092267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110735274430092267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110735274430092267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110735274430092267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/name-change.html' title='name change'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110726025109538569</id><published>2005-02-01T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T07:17:31.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>relevant</title><summary type='text'>the more time i am here - almost a year now- and the longer i am from the american culture, the more naive i feel, less knowledgable. like i'm missing out on the latest controversial topics, current politics, trends and entertainment. i don't know how to design cool web pages, or what the newest trick is in Halo 2. WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO?not that i've cared much about the aforementioned when i was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110726025109538569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110726025109538569' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110726025109538569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110726025109538569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/relevant.html' title='relevant'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110685496635247463</id><published>2005-01-27T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T14:42:46.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin's diagnosis</title><summary type='text'>Erin has come and gone. Her flight was cancelled so we got to spend two more days together. She wasn't so excited about that, but things turned out fine. I was really sick the whole time however, and am just now starting to feel better. I haven't really been at work in two weeks, so it feels good to get back to normal - which is actually always changing. We got a new girl in the house two days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110685496635247463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110685496635247463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110685496635247463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110685496635247463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/01/erins-diagnosis.html' title='Erin&apos;s diagnosis'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110606665196917280</id><published>2005-01-18T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T17:02:48.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who have you noticed today?</title><summary type='text'>For the past 6 days I and a few others have been trained in Therapeutic Crisis Intervention, First Aid and CPR. We just finished our last exam, and I'm glad to be off for the next 5 days (my sister is coming!). I enjoy learning new things, but even more, I enjoy knowing that what I've been doing is what I am supposed to be doing. It's also exciting to have another thing to add to my resume. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110606665196917280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110606665196917280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110606665196917280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110606665196917280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/01/who-have-you-noticed-today.html' title='who have you noticed today?'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110550303097653843</id><published>2005-01-12T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:10:30.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cutting back, but lighting up</title><summary type='text'>I believe I've gone to the doctor for the last time. Fifth time's a charm! There's still questions and concerns, that I am probably not allowing to be answered until I speak to an American in America. The pain has ceased, which is a great relief, but there is now another thing that hurts. I have had to cut out caffeine, chocolate and nuts. Grieve with me. On a brighter note, I had the lovely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110550303097653843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110550303097653843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110550303097653843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110550303097653843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/01/cutting-back-but-lighting-up.html' title='cutting back, but lighting up'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110510699842726076</id><published>2005-01-07T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T09:09:58.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a crazy late night</title><summary type='text'>Two of my girls stayed up late last night (well, until 10:00) to spend time with me. My mom had sent me tons of candy for Christmas that I wasn't going to eat, so I brought it out for them to binge on. Well, after they ate some really pretty packaged ones, one of the girls said that it "burned" her throat. She looked on the box to check the ingredients...to see that they were filled with kahlua! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110510699842726076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110510699842726076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110510699842726076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110510699842726076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/01/crazy-late-night.html' title='a crazy late night'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110501575213958167</id><published>2005-01-06T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:12:52.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2005</title><summary type='text'>On New Year's Eve my fellow groupleaders and I disassembled an entire pig - skin, ears, tail, hooves...everything. And then we ate it.That night a group of us watched the fireworks shoot up across the valley from our hillside campus. Memorable.I love not knowing what the year ahead holds. It's crazy to think about all the changes from this past year; I'm truly thankful for being down here, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110501575213958167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110501575213958167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110501575213958167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110501575213958167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005.html' title='2005'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110428492274969722</id><published>2004-12-28T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T20:48:42.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mi navidad dominicana</title><summary type='text'>My first Christmas away from home has passed. I cried a lot (like 3 times, which is a lot)  on Friday and Saturday. Thankfully, we do normal holiday things here like carolling, decorating, a candlelight service, etc. Christmas morning it took two hours for the girls to open all their gifts, so that was fun and festive. Today was Boxing Day where every staff member was paired up with one student </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110428492274969722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110428492274969722' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110428492274969722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110428492274969722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/12/mi-navidad-dominicana.html' title='mi navidad dominicana'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110312363471151827</id><published>2004-12-15T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T10:13:54.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus trend</title><summary type='text'>I'm almost finished reading a book I started a few days ago. That hasn't happened in a long time - a quick read, I mean. I assumed it was because of my schedule, but now I have figured that I just haven't had something that captures my interest in a long time. I am kind of irritated with myself for enjoying this book, however. It's a book by Donald Miller titled Blue Like Jazz. It is the trendy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110312363471151827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110312363471151827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110312363471151827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110312363471151827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/12/jesus-trend.html' title='Jesus trend'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110199290500357706</id><published>2004-12-02T09:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T08:08:25.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><summary type='text'>There is a pine forest up the mountain above our campus that offers a steep, but quick 20 minute hike. I've never done it by myself, but, on a whim, went right before work yesterday. I did some praying and singing and felt all better about myself that I was exercising and getting in some good time with God (I'm a multi-tasking addict), until the Lord shut me up on my way down with "hey! you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110199290500357706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110199290500357706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110199290500357706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110199290500357706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/12/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-110043430266252282</id><published>2004-11-14T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T07:11:42.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my niece</title><summary type='text'>Merit is almost 8 months old, of which I've only been around about one month. I called her yesterday and she smiled at my voice and tried to eat the phone. I have requested that large, life-size pictures of me be placed throughout my brother and sister-in-law's house, but my earth tones don't blend with their retro colors. So this leaves an aunt to wonder how long it will take for a child to fall</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110043430266252282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=110043430266252282' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110043430266252282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/110043430266252282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-niece.html' title='my niece'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-109993575720957854</id><published>2004-11-08T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T09:55:42.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my address</title><summary type='text'>I love to get things in the mail, especially things that aren't all that available here (flavored coffees, dill pickles, a paintball gun), so if y'all feel the urge to spread the love......If mailing via the U.S. Postal Service address letters and packages to:Autumn RogersP.O. Box 24770 #PMB-EC-DRWest Palm Beach, FL 33416If mailing via UPS, FedEx, etc address everything to:Autumn Rogers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/109993575720957854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=109993575720957854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109993575720957854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109993575720957854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-address.html' title='my address'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-109970229014125194</id><published>2004-11-05T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T19:51:30.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>healthy teeth = girly day</title><summary type='text'>I had the most terrific day today. It started off hectic with work, but then I rushed off campus to make my dentist appointment in time. I got to "de-stress" as I sat in the office for 30 minutes, but the best part was having the lady look at my teeth, scrape a tad of plaque off and tell me that she wasn't going to clean them because they were so good! I was very confused by this (as you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/109970229014125194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=109970229014125194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109970229014125194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109970229014125194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/11/healthy-teeth-girly-day_05.html' title='healthy teeth = girly day'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-109864349399333121</id><published>2004-10-24T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T13:44:53.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>craving a real church</title><summary type='text'>I was so homesick for my Denton church today. It is hard to "worship" with 50 students who don't live what they sing, and are required to attend church. The 50 some staff members are required to attend church as well. Really....it's not church at all. Not in the new testament definition of fellowship. We have such an opportunity to have a radical community of believers here, but even with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/109864349399333121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=109864349399333121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109864349399333121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109864349399333121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/10/craving-real-church.html' title='craving a real church'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-109857421449976663</id><published>2004-10-23T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T18:30:14.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a revived heart, a full cup</title><summary type='text'>So I absolutely suck at keeping this updated. I'll try harder. But really, I just don't know how to even begin to explain my life here. Like this week, it's been hard at the house with the girls, but the hours I've had off have been fantastic. I've gotten back in the groove of running, yesterday I went golfing (only 5 out of 9 holes) and today I went mountain biking for three hours. I think that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/109857421449976663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=109857421449976663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109857421449976663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109857421449976663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/10/revived-heart-full-cup.html' title='a revived heart, a full cup'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-109767339146310787</id><published>2004-10-13T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T08:16:31.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><summary type='text'>Well, Retreat is over and the normal structure is back in place. It was a very fun-packed, encouraging week. I had the joy of being a team captain for the morning competitions. This meant keeping the enthusiasm up: wrestling other team captains, throwing raw eggs on opposing teams, losing my voice, etc. Good times.Our speaker spoke to our students on Hebrews 12 - walking the walk, casting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/109767339146310787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=109767339146310787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109767339146310787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109767339146310787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-109698473031511548</id><published>2004-10-05T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T14:16:38.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>retreat week</title><summary type='text'>Tonight starts Retreat here at Escuela Caribe..it's almost like summer camp for our students - lots of games, workshops, devos, worship, etc. It's the most spiritually emphasised time here, and always leaves a lasting impression on the kiddos. Please keep it in prayer...our students need much healing, grace, freedom and joy, found in Christ alone. I'll post again soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/109698473031511548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=109698473031511548' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109698473031511548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109698473031511548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/10/retreat-week.html' title='retreat week'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-109630786807152180</id><published>2004-09-27T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T14:00:38.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a change of plans</title><summary type='text'>This past week was extremely, emotionally stressful - I even wrote a poem about it and I never write poetry! One night, when I was on by myself, 7 out of our 10 girls got sick. Fevers, puke, excessive trips to the toilet....it made for a very hectic and hard to control night for the supervisor (me). Also, my friend, Christy, was supposed to fly in on Saturday night, but hurricane Jeanne kept her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/109630786807152180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=109630786807152180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109630786807152180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109630786807152180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/09/change-of-plans.html' title='a change of plans'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-109543490015217574</id><published>2004-09-17T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T11:02:45.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter</title><summary type='text'>Peter is a fellow groupleader like myself, but at a boys house. Thanks to him there are now web links on this blog! My favorite thing about Peter: he is a presence person, like myself. We can just be, without having to chat it up all the time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/109543490015217574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=109543490015217574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109543490015217574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109543490015217574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/09/peter.html' title='Peter'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-109529358579265061</id><published>2004-09-15T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T19:13:05.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His Quiet</title><summary type='text'> It's Wednesday night and I'm on QR (quiet room) duty for one of my girls. That's a nice way of putting solitary confinement. I hope that doesn't upset anyone. These moments are necessary for some of our students when they become a threat to the house or themself. It de-escalates their irrational emotions and helps bring them back to reality. Sometimes I wish someone would send me to a QR! I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/109529358579265061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=109529358579265061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109529358579265061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109529358579265061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/09/his-quiet.html' title='His Quiet'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282445.post-109487019724531129</id><published>2004-09-11T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T18:40:53.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bitten by the blog bug</title><summary type='text'>I'm here and someone else is here, so just real quick....my name is Autumn and I'm now a blogger.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/109487019724531129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282445&amp;postID=109487019724531129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109487019724531129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282445/posts/default/109487019724531129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnrogers.blogspot.com/2004/09/bitten-by-blog-bug.html' title='bitten by the blog bug'/><author><name>Autumn Rogers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17396996676373665278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
