1. The view from the exact spot that we got engaged. It's the top floor of the Melon PSFS building which is now a ritzy conference center lobby.
2. The view of the building from the street.
3. Sarah and I on our carriage ride in center city.
4. Sarah and I at the cool resturant. Either I'm smiling so big that my eyes are closed or I'm blinking--you decide.
5. The thirteen roses I gave Sarah that night.
6. Sarah and I at my house after the big night was over.

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Well the summer is quickly coming to a close. Sarah and I head back to BJU on the 26th. So it's time to do a little summarization of my summer in that good old statistical format.

6--The number of times I've whacked someone else's side mirror with my side mirror driving the big trucks for work (to my knowledge none of them were broken, but they probably had to be readjusted slightly)

4--(yes, that's four) The number of times this summer I've been pulled over by the police for the sole purpose of being verbally chastised (never got a ticket).

3--Apparently the number of Philadelphia police officers who had just bitten into their Boston Kreme donuts, found it puddingless, and decided to take it out on me.

1--Number of parked cars I hit this summer and had the police declare it wasn't my fault. (yes, that's possible)

$3.50--The hourly difference between the job I started the summer with and the job the Lord provided a week a later.

10--The average number of overtime hours per week I've worked this summer.

2,374--A rough estimate of the number curse words I've heard this summer (there's a reason construction workers have the reputation they do.)

4--The number of trips I've taken this summer (San Antonio, Texas; Cantor, Ohio; Notre Dame, Indiana; Queens, New York) Not really much compared to Jon Sligh's trekkings this summer.

0--Number of books I've read this summer. Sad. You can't do everything.

3--The number of free deserts that the four star restaurant gave Sarah and I on the night of our engagement (fried bananas, chocolate mousse, and ten-layer strawberry shortcake)

13--The number of roses I gave Sarah the night we got engaged. No good reason except that when I went to pick up the dozen I ordered there were only 11 there. When I brought them back the lady gave me an extra rose because of the mistake.

1--Number of times I've been engaged this summer. (This is probably my favorite statistic; the number four one above is a close second)

I'd like to hear about your summer too so feel free to post some stats of your own.

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(A sixty hour work week, planning the below and preaching a Sunday morning message at my church have kept me from being the blogger I was meant to be. Please forgive me. I think the magnitude of the entry below will help make up for the absence.)
This past Friday, on the thirty-third story of the PSFS building, with the sun setting over the Philly sky line Sarah Matos agreed to marry me. Sarah and I have known each other since grade school, and have been dating for over a year (that's a whole other story). Before you ask, we have not set a date yet. We do know that it will be somewhere between twelve and sixteen months from now. Right now Sarah and I are excited at the chance to serve the Lord and reflect the grace of God as a couple. Pictures and the nitty-gritty details are soon to follow!

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Don't Ask but. . .
I've been working a lot at 13th and Chestnut for work recently. Just in case any of you are ever at 13th and Chestnut here in center-city Philly, there's an umbrella street vender that gets really mad if you take one of his orange street cones. (Don't ask me how I know, just leave the poor guy's cones alone) If you're not sure where 13th and Chestnut is, drive down Chestnut until you see the homeless lady feeding the pigeons on the street corner (she's there every day). She's easy to spot because she is surrounded with a dozen or so grocery bags. They contain either all her earthly possesions or more bread for the pigeons--I'm not sure which. Ask her next time you're down there.

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