Don’t confuse me with people like this

I am a Christian because I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God.

This is not Christianity.

In case you didn’t click on over, a game is set for release in which:

· Conduct physical & spiritual warfare : using the power of prayer to strengthen your troops in combat and wield modern military weaponry throughout the game world.

· Recover ancient scriptures and witness spectacular Angelic and Demonic activity as a direct consequence of your choices.

· Command your forces through intense battles across a breathtaking, authentic depiction of New York City .

· Control more than 30 units types – from Prayer Warrior and Hellraiser to Spies, Special Forces and Battle Tanks!

· Enjoy a robust single player experience across dozens of New York City maps in Story Mode – fighting in China Town , SoHo , Uptown and more!

· Play multiplayer games as Tribulation Force or the AntiChrist’s Global Community Peacekeepers with up to eight players via LAN or over the internet!

This is directly from the game site, with my emphasis in italics.

As a protest, I am suggesting that those who feel like I do (that this is not a representation of Christ’s teachings) Google-bomb that link with whatever terms you find appropriate.

You can read even more about this at The Purpose Driven Life Takers and MSNBC. Moderate Christians may be quite surprised to find out the names of supporters behind this. Really, I am quite disgusted now.

The Kite Runner

Sherry recommended this book to me, but my library didn’t have it. I luckily found it at the local second-hand bookstore. I may actually keep it. It *is* a good story, one that will stick with you for a long time. It is graphic, violent and icky at times, but so is the world in which this takes place. It is extremely well-written, one of the best I have read.

Quote-worthy goodness:

… I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Crazy weather, crazy kids

Yesterday afternoon, Emma & I went to Carol’s house. She had set up one of those home water slides for the kids, and we all hung out in her spacious country yard. A few other homeschooling familes were there too. Good times, man.

Emma spent half the time being anxious about the water slide. Right when we were finally leaving, she decided to try and get on it. She still never went down it though. She told Carol’s daughter (C4 and Emma’s best friend) that the reason she didn’t want to go on the lside was because she was afraid of heights. Later, all the little 4 & 5 year old girls (there were four in total) went up in the treehouse. C4 looked at Emma and said, “I thought you were afraid of heights!”

Carol said I was looking all tanned and healthy, but it wasn’t until I got home and was inside for a while that I eventually noticed my arms, face and neck were pinking up. By bedtime they were nice and warm and sensitive. I’m sure if you were there and are now reading, you will find it especially funny in light of the conversation we had about sunscreen, and how I said that if any of us were likely to get burned it would be me, not the fair-looking Emma.

This is the end of May and we were out playing in water and getting sunburnt. Nuts.

Update: You can see some pictures over at Carol’s blog.

Hot dog octopus in a sea of eggs

This is quite possibly the gnarliest thing I have ever made. (Ron would interrupt here to say, “Except for that time with the eggplant.”)

In my own defense, it contains TWO, count ’em two!, whole food items that my kid will actually eat. Granted, none of my other kids with eat both of these together, and at least one kid would eat neither. And this only covers one food group. Leave me with the delusion that I occasionally make something close to healthy and yummy.

While I am delusional, I can share the recipe with you, dear reader.

Get an egg out of the fridge and a microwave-safe bowl. Crack the egg into the bowk and scramble it. Microwave for 20-30 seconds. Stir it up a little, because it will be only half-cooked.

(What? You think I’m actually gonna get out the frying pan for the egg AND a pot for the hot dog? Ha! microwave it is.)

Get a hot dog. For some reason, Emma is in love with the extra-cheap chicken weiners. Cut most of the hot dog vertically, up about 2/3 of the way. I do two cuts on one side, flip and then do two more. These make nifty tentacles, even if it doesn’t make eight. You can see a pic here.

Spread them over the half-cooked egg in the bowl. Pop it back in the microwave for about 20 seconds more. Let cool a bit before giving to your kid, who may want it slathered in ketchup, but mine abhors it. It’s a vegetable, you know.

If you really get into the whole Hot Dog Octopus thing, I was astounded to find that there is a special cutter you can get, called the Octodog or Frankfurter Converter. Will wonders ever cease on the net? I think not.

Emails your husband never expects to recieve while he’s away at work

—–Original Message—–
From: Andrea
Sent: Monday, May 29, 2006 2:12 PM
To: Ron
Subject: question

how do I get the long wire thingy back in the new pipe auger you bought on the weekend?

—–Original Message—–
From: Ron
Sent: Monday, May 29, 2006 2:17 PM
To: Andrea
Subject: RE: question

😀 Emma was busy? If it is all the way out just put it up (or in basement).
She’s had enough discovery 😉

And Saturday we went to a movie

Thanks to the awesome Micheliene, who comments here, Emma and I went to the movies with her and her daughter Asa to see “Over the Hedge”, which I thought was kinda funny. Slow in spots though. Wait for the DVD.

And after seeing how much it costs, I know why we don’t go to the movies very often. While we were gone, Ron and Meaghan worked on one of the bedroom floors. Ron mentions that here. They have been removing tiles the past couple of weekends and they had to move the bed to scrape off the rest of the tiles. Picture here.

Oh, and Addison is back at work, partly because he felt like it and partly because he has to pay for college somehow.