Money is the root of evil.

So, I have a job at Winn-Dixie and I am able to save money now. I am saving money to go to the Dominican republic, and to buy a Mac. I looked at them and the memory thing is trippin' me out because I would not be able to store that much on the comp. itself. I think I would put alot of my pictures on a flash drive, and I could keep my music on it. I am looking at the Mac Book, I am not sure how big of a screen I want that is why I am leaning towards the smaller screen. I could spend like $700 more and get it in like a deep purple fushia color, or a green, or orange, or brown (classy). I don't know because it would kinda be wasteing my money. I also want to get a camera when I get the computer. I just want a portable camera, but one that will take quality pictures. I don't want a thick camera, and I am hoping tecnology will improve by the time I get one. It will be one to two years before I actually purchace any of these items.

Finished Product ( I went ahead and made it 4 paragraphs)

Wrinkled, tired, and aged, an old man sits in a chair reading the daily newspaper. My quintessential grandfather: white hair and a cardigan, tall, slender, back hunched from time, just sitting there, smiling. I will always remember him just so.
His heart, so soft and pliable, was like gold. Yes, his heart was very much like gold, refined by fire many times. I suppose that is what made him so beautiful. The tears shed in grief of a lost wife, the trials of being a single father, finding God and living a righteous life before Him. Through such fires all the bitterness and anger were removed so all that was left was a pure, gentle heart of gold.
When I was younger, he wanted to dry my hair for me after my bath. Sitting in “his” chair he ran the brush through my hair as though he were caressing a baby for the very first time. Slow, soft strokes, combing until it glistened in the softly lit room. He also brushed my sister's curly hair, taking a dryer to it. It made her hair look like a head of broccoli. Yet, he told her she was beautiful all the same, not knowing what he’d done. Grampa saw people as Christ sees them, no race, status, or religion. He simply looked at their heart and loved them accordingly.
Grampa passed away last summer. He died of old age. I was with him for two weeks before his death. You could feel the presence of God each time you drew near to him. Then the time came; it was late and the sky was black with thunder and lighting. He’d been holding on for days, waiting to know that a truck he’d planned to give to a mission was on its way. As soon as the news of its departure reached him, it didn’t take long. His last act of kindness was finished, and he went on to live with his Savior.

Jack Links Messing with Sasquatch (Binoculars)

Jack Links Messing with Sasquatch (Shaving Cream)

These are funny!

Jack Links Messing with Sasquatch (Salt Shaker)

Jack Links Messing with Sasquatch (Water Bucket)

Ayuda Me, por favor!!!!!!!

Ok, here is the thing, I have this character sketch ting to turn in for school, and I need some help tweeking it. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. But heres the thing, it can only be three paragraphs. Should I put the second paragraph last, and the last second if I swapped the last two sentances of the last paragraph?

Wrinkled, tired, aged simply by time, an old man sits in a chair reading the daily newspaper. My classic grandfather: white hair and a cardigan, tall, slender, back hunched from time, just sitting there, smiling. I will always remember him just so.
His heart, so soft and pliable, was like gold. Yes, his heart was very much like gold, refined by fire many times. I suppose that is what made him so beautiful. He had all the bitterness and anger removed in the fires of his life, so all that was left was a pure, gentle heart of gold.
When I was younger, he wanted to dry my hair for me after my bath. Sitting in “his” chair he ran the brush through my hair as though he were brushing a baby’s hair for the very first time. Slow, soft strokes, brushing what seemed like one straight strand of hair at a time. He insisted on brushing my sisters hair as well. She has curly hair. He took that dryer to it, and made her head look just like a bunch of broccoli. He said she was beautiful all the same, not knowing what he had done. He had such a big heart. His actions truly spoke louder than his words.

A New Generation of Kids

Did anyone watch the video that Nan sent out about "A new generation of kids"? Well if not you need to. We need to be praying like that. Also we need to pray that our kids would pray like that. It goes to show you that it is really is simple enough for a child to understand. The Holy Spirit can work the same transformation of mind in them as He can in you or me, or any adult. Our God is an AWESOME GOD!! -Click on the title to see the video.

Wishful thinking

So, I didn't have to get up early today, and I don't have to go to work, I have my lesson for tonight done, and I don't feel like folding clothes right now, I want to go read, but the book I started a small print, and it is tripping me out because it seems like it takes 20 minutes to read one page, then there is always my bible...I should...if I say I will go do that now, I prolly won't , I will prolly go lay on my sisters new waterbed bymyself for the first time, annd see if I like it, then I will eventually find the strength to read my bible. It shouldn't be like that, it should be me waking up early to do it, not trying to convince myself to read it, I want to but I am too lazy to actually put forth an effort when reading it to understand every word, and that is the point, to get something out of it. This is borring now, so I am moving on. Bye for now, I never know when I am going to leave another message, I don't even check my e-mail every day, muchless type something. You ask so much (Estaba Relajado!!)

I am so pathetic, I lowered myself to asking Bekah what time a TV show comes on, I think I will fold cloths while I watch that.(Little House on the Prarie)

One two buckle my shoe...

Three four shut the door. This is how you have to look at a quilt, because if you don't then you will hyper-ventilate because you are so overwhelmed. One teeny tiny centemeter at a time. takes like a year. Quilting is harder than I thought. I spent an entire day with my mom which is cool, but as far as my quilt that I spent an entire day working on, I have all of no blocks done. I lie, I have one, but it's ugly so I am not using it. I think it will take forever to finish this stupid thing. Yhe only people who read this thing will prolly get sick of heearing me talk about my quilt, because it will prolly take like a month. You don't understand, See you have to cut the fabric within 1/8 ofan inch, really 1/16 otherwise your quilt WILL NOT come out right in any way. It is freakishly meticulous and repetitive. oh yeah did I mention that I am making a quilt for a queen sized bed, and no piece is larger than an inch snd s hslf by four and one hslf inches, so it takes forever. CRAZY!!

Palete verde del mananza con carmelo

I was thinking about my friends today. Actually tonight. Well, I am glad God gave me the friends I have. He gave me a sister, and I think if ihe haden't then he would have had to do alot to teach me all the lessons He has tought through her. Then he gave me a friend that doesn't require much, just someone to call, or talk to for hours, and who will always pray with me when I need it. But then it has been a huge lesson on just how to be her friend because I am continually humbled in her presance (which is a good thing). That keeps me from taking our relationship for granted. Then there is the friend who always has something to say. And I like that at times, because I get rebuked and complimented in the same sentance sometimes. I have fun with her. Some would say that she brings out the worst in me, but if the people who say that would really think about it, the worst is brought out not by her but by me, and it shows in all my relationships. I am seeing in my own mind the things God is changing in me though. He has changed the way I think about people, and life in general. As of right now I have decided to slow down, and take things one day at a time, I am still very young so I can take my time growing up.

Cameras are so nifty.

This is B.J., if you look you can see his arms reflected in his glasses where he took a picture of himself.

Muy Cansada

This is Lauren and I at the airport sleeping durring the layover. Before people threw stuff at us, and before unnamed people( B.J.) let people throw stuff at us. If you look you can see the hand of the person messing with us. I don't know what he was doing, but it was "Not cool dude, Not cool."

The power of prayer!

The moment this woman went up to the front things broke, and I just started to cry. Now is the time to pray though, new barriers have been broken, and things are being stirred up. It will take much prayer to break the hold of the devil. I feel like praying, but my friend won't call me and pray with me, so I am going to end up praying by myself. Oh well, it is just as powerfull.


P.S.- She finally did call me.

Repuuuuuuuublica Dominicana!

This is a picture of Carolina. The first is her this year, and the second is her from the previous year. The rest of the pictures are from the children's conference, and other random shots. The pictures of the children are some of my favorite. They really get to your heart, their eyes say soooo much, you see all the pain and brokenness in one look.
I want to go back so very badly, it is as though a part of my heart lies in each of the people hands. My friends were talkiing an saying that it was like their heart was not in America but in the Dominican, I never told them but just before they had said it I was thinking that is was like a part of my heart was there, but a part was in America. I figured out that those who were called to be missionaries felt their whole heart was in the Dominicain, but for me, one who is not called to that, felt as though only a part of my heart is there. If that makes sence. Like I am supposed to be there, but only for a time. But, yeah, anyway.