Danielle Renee Armstrong

Haha… for the record, it’s not true!  I am not engaged.  Just wanted to clear things up!

Have a good day.

These are two of the boys that I nanny.  On Monday they asked if we could go swimming next week, and I told them yes.  Then the boy on the left, Isaiah, looked concerned as he was studying my arms.  He then said, “Dani, you might need to wear sunscreen.”  I laughed and asked why (already knowing his response). “Well, Dani” he said, “you have light skin and it looks like the sun could burn you.”  It was very sweet for him to suggest. Haha…
 Oh the joys of being white! 

Yesterday in Government class my teacher asked the question-

What is the reasoning behind homosexual marriges being against the law?   How is it wrong?  Why does it make since that they can make a law against it if it’s not hurting anybody? 

Nobody answered… So I decided to speak up. 

Well, wasn’t our nation founded on Biblical principles?

No, No, No, No, No and NO!  She replied redfaced- Our nation was NOT founded on Biblical principles!  That is such a misconception.

Well, weren’t our forefathers Christians?

No, No, No, NO!  Not all of them were Christians!  We do not need to bring religion into this discussion!  I have my religion and you have your religion and it doesn’t need to be brought up in class.

I am not trying to bring up my religion in class, I am was just suggesting that the reason homosexual marraiges are against could be because of our forefathers beliefs and the fact that many believe that it is morally wrong because of the Bible and their upbringing. 

I have spoken to a coulple pastor’s in the past 24 hours…  one agrees with me and the other with my government teacher. 

What do you think?

My appointment on Monday went well!  They found no signs of any disease in my intestines…. which is MARVELOUS!  The doctor believes that the problem could be cyst on my ovaries- which I was checked for last year and it was confirmed positive, but they want me to have two more ultra sounds to see if that is still the reason for all my pain.

I know I am in God’s hands.  He is taking care of me and knows each cell and organism in my body.  I believe that I am in the process of being healed.

Today would by my cousin, Chari’s, 23rd birthday!  She passed away in ‘05… One of my best friends!  She was beauitful, talented, and SO much fun. She taught me my “fat face!”

Our parents were always horrified when we would make this face together!  I am sure she has Jesus laughing right now! 

Please keep her brother, Garrett, and her parents, Laura and Tom, in your prayers as well as the rest of our family.

Thank you.

On my way to school today I turned the station a few times…. 98.1… 100.7… 97.3…. No good country was playing.  I switched the radio off and decided that Jesus was more important than George Strait, so I began to pray.  I finally pulled into the parking garage at ACC, put the car in park, and opened the door to get out.  As my door opened I heard some praise and worship music coming from a nearby car.  I walked over to the vehicle where the music was coming from and smiled.  There was a woman getting out of her car.  “That is a refreshing sound,” I said to her.  She returned the smile and said, “Jesus is good.” 
The love of Jesus was so evident in her eyes…

My run-in with her was better than a triple grande white chocolate mocha! 
Soul coffee… my cup runneth over!

Thank you Jesus.

I have a little box
It’s safe, small and pretty
I love to praise the Lord
And for sinners I have no pity

I go to church every Sunday
There is a pew reserved for me
I know when to sit, and when to stand
I know exactly how to be

I would invite you in
But I heard that you are a mess
Stinky, smelly, and rotten
You can never be holy or blessed

For I am the church of many
And much holier than thou
Now excuse us while we close our doors
It’s time for us to bow

Jesus blessed Devon and David with a precious little baby girl, Ariana!  I love this family!  Congrats you two!

Many different comments were made about our teacher before she entered the classroom.  None of us had actually taken any of her classes before, but we had heard interesting stories.  As I sat there pondering how much I hated History and how much I wanted coffee–  a short/stout white lady dressed in jeans, a solid polo, and hideous hiking boots entered the room.  A hush fell over the rest of the students as we all studied her entry to the front. 

She had kind of a nervous laugh as she introduced herself and her hands somewhat shook as she passed out the syllabus.  Her voice was quivery and quiet as she continued to speak.  Then all of a sudden her voice got louder, her hands shot up in the air, and she made a crazy face.  Out of the blue she began to talk about ecstasy.  Not knowing whether to laugh or run from the room, I looked around to see everyone’s response.  The room stayed quiet and somewhat uncomfortable as we sat there looking at our new professor.  Before we could make ourselves feel any more awkward, she began laughing! At this, the classroom exploded with laughter.  I wasn’t sure why I was laughing at first… but the harder she laughed, the harder we did as well.  She was contagious, crazy and a little spooky. From that day forward she was my “Crazy Ecstasy Professor”.

 The semester was a fun one and very interesting at times.  I began to understand history better than I ever had.  Her crazy voices and faces kept my attention as she giggled at herself throughout her lectures.  One day after class she pulled me aside and began asking me questions about “Christian views” on slavery.  My participation in class and questions toward her sparked her interest for my opinion.  A teacher had never asked me my opinion on such matters before.  Excited, I gave her my thoughts.  From that day forward she became more interested in my views, and I became more interested in History.  I began to visit her after class on occasion just to say hello.  Hallway passings would make me giggle as she would awkwardly throw her hand in the air, laugh nervously, smile big, and give that one-of-a-kind greeting. 

I was very saddened when I found out that my professor, Kristene Boeke, passed away last week during spring break.  This came as a shock to our student body, her friends and family.  She will never be forgotten and her laugh will always ring in my memory. 

May we continue to pray for her family, friends and students.

For you, Boeke  =)  Thanks for caring, teaching and laughing.

It’s true… I’m a newbie!  I guess you could say that I was inspired by my pastor, Pastor Robin, to have a blog.  I guess we will see how it goes!  I have many opinions, stories and lala’s to say– so read if you want… ignore if you’d rather. 

ps- Happy Good Friday!