when we were young we had to be taught how to recognize numbers and then what they meant... then as we grew we were taught how these numbers worked together... i think throughout my entire school life span there were only two math teachers i liked... Mr. Lasitor (don't ask how i remember that name) my 7th grade math teacher and coach Philips - my senior (high school) year math teacher... i liked Mr. Lasitor because he always told three stooges jokes and made math fun... and i liked coach Philips because... well... my senior year was easy... my junior year i had taken pre trig and algebra 3.. and do to a screw up of my high school classes i had to take geometry my senior year... anyway..

as much as i may know about numbers now i still feel like a child when it comes to God's math... sometimes i don't understand why 3=1 or how 1+1=1.... and sometimes i'm really baffeled why subtraction has to happen... but today i was excited when Daddy decided to mulpitly...

shawn and i were down to our last twenty and needed gas and food.... now since we both need to go to work we decided that gas was more important this time and food would just have to wait.. now i'm not saying that we don't have food at the house... we have enough to scrape by on.. Daddy has provided enough... but we are tight on it... the meals for the week were going to be very creative ones... as we were trying to fig all of that out my car breaks down.. yet again... so i call the repair shop and they said to bring it back... well i took it back and was told that they needed to take the engine apart again... so before i hand the car keys over.. Daddy tapps me on the shoulder and tells me to collect all the change in the car... so i call my dad to come get me and get all the change out of the car....

when i got home i took the truck and filled it with twenty dollars worth of gas for the week.. and then went to the grocery store to change the change into cash... hoping there was at least 10 dollars in it so i could buy a few things.. when the machine was done counting it said that we now had 21 dollars!  Daddy is amazing!!!

this site is really starting to look like any journal i have ever tried to keep.... :) i skip a years worth of my life on here and then try to start back and then miss another year... i mean seriously if you were to ever look at my journal it looks the same...

so life is well.... life... last i posted shawn was going into training... well he left for iraq in sept of 08 and will not be back until may (hopefully)...

we found a new rental place to live and i love it there :).  i'm working with a youth group now (as an adult volunteer) and i love that too... my actual job is being a nanny monday-thursday and then friday-sat i'm working back at the animal shelter... so you can say life has been busy...

i know you guys (ones who have graduated already) look back at your life every now and then and think of people that you miss or something small reminds you of someone... anyway, i ran across my senior yearbook of ciu the other day... and man... the people i had forgotten... as sad as this sounds i agree with zach.. sometimes when friends are out of sight they are out of mind... even some really amazing friends of mine... i could go into all the people that i loved at ciu but that would take too long... i think it would be worth it and maybe one day i will sit down and actually start writing out e-mails to people and let them know how much they meant to me and still mean.... some people i always think of in certain situations... like when i'm talking to a youth and they are telling me something important and then there is a silent and i want to say something to fill it... i hear olshine in the back of my mind saying..." just be quiet and listen.. don't be afraid of quiet sometimes it is the best thing to do... "

anyway... for all of those who knew me at ciu... as generic as this sounds... thanks....