My little 4 year old daughter comes to me at least once a day and says, "Mommy, ask me a question." I am not quite sure just what started this but I try my best to oblige her. Often the question I ask is mundane. It may be something along the lines of, "What is your favorite color?" This changes on a fairly regular basis so it is quite possible that it is not as mundane as one might first think. Other questions I might ask her are, "Why is the sky blue?" or "Why is grass green?" More often than not, she will counter these particular questions by repeating the same back to me. "Why is the sky blue, Mommy?" she will ask. At that point, I try my best to phrase my answers in ways that I feel she can understand with out misleading her. She understands that the sun makes light and that the light from the sun is all the colors in the rainbow. I have shown her how a pencil appears to be broken when you put it in a glass of water and that is exactly what happens when the sunlight hits our atmosphere, bending the light so that it appears that the sky is blue. She thinks I am a genius because I know these things.
Last night, after dinner, she came to me and told me to ask her a question. My husband had never heard her do this because he works so much. Just for the fun of it and maybe because I have been playing with the lottery numbers a bit lately, I asked her, "Why doesn't God let Mommy win the lottery?" She replied to me, "God doesn't do that. You have to do that." I have to agree with her in alot of ways.
I am reminded of the story of the man who drowned in the flood. I am sure that most have heard this. At first the water is only a few inches high and someone comes along in a car offering to give him a lift out of there. He declines saying that God will rescue him. Later he is up on his porch and somone comes along in a boat offering to take him away. Again, he declines for the same reason. Lastly, he is on the roof of his house and a helicopter comes along offering to lift him away. He still declines saying that God will rescue him. Well he drowns. When he gets to heaven he asks God why he didn't save him. God tells him, "I sent you a car, a boat and a helicopter. What more do you want me to do?"
I understand that if it is in God's plan for me to hit a jackpot, it will happen. At the same time I feel that I should do my part and come up with the best possible numbers for each drawing. In the same way that if God has it in his plans for me to be a doctor, I will still have to go to school and obtain the necessary degrees. I won't become a doctor by sitting on my hind end. And I don't believe that I will win a jackpot by sitting on my hind end either. I could be wrong.
With that being said, the newest things I have learned concerning the GA Fantasy Five is this: When you look at the previous ten draws of any particular combination and you find out how many times each number has fallen previously more often than not the numbers will have either not fallen at all or will have only fallen once. Mixed in with those 0's and 1's are a few 2's and 3's and very very rarely a 4. I haven't come across a number that has fallen more than 4 times in the previous 10 draws. I feel this is a break through and that this is what is going to get me the right set eventually.
With this in mind I have come up with these combinations:
These are the only two that I have been able to come up with for the time being but lets see what happens, huh?