saved?

I need to get saved. Mac Hammond says so. Watch the YouTube link below. First, Michelle Bachmann talks about how it's God's will that she runs for U.S. Congress, and that God wants nothing more than prevent women from marrying women, men from marrying men. I'd hope God has better things on God's mind...call me a crazy liberal...people dying in wars, children dying of hunger, crazy men walking into schools and shooting kids..........

Mac Hammond, pastor of Living Word Christian Center, addresses his congregation after Ms. Bachmann's speech and says: He says "I don't want any more letters about Church and Politics don't mix. If that's your opinion, you need to get saved." If Mr. Hammond is right, I don't want to be "saved." I think politics and religion don't mix well. I think history proves me right.

This is why, if I lived in the 6th district, I wouldn't vote for Ms. Bachmann. When political canidates start talking about God's will, I get nervous.

And please, please, know I'm not crazy about Patty Wetterling as a canidate. I'd like to vote for John Binkowski. However, the "wasted vote" ideal comes into play, only because Ms. Bachmann makes me so trepidatious with her "God's will" comments.

stewart

The Daily Show, where everyone should get their news. Especially during election season. I haven't been watching the Daily Show in a while, but I plan to ramp up my viewing as they ramp up their coverage of InDecision '06.

light in darkness, part 2

Just read the link here.

i heart scotland

When I started this blog, I intended to do more whiskey reviews. I don't think I've done any. Alas, my intentions were failed by simple economics. By beloved product, Scotch, usually goes for $50+ a bottle. I might live in the suburbs, I can't be spending 50 bones a week on a bottle of scotch simply to write a review that 3 people will read. Usually, I sip a dram of Maker's Mark, a fine Kentucky Bourbon.

There's some good news. A fellow blogger is filling the gap for me. Check out the whisky room. A great source of reviews of the beloved single malt.

words to live by

How to taste scotch. A how-to-guide that tugs the heart strings.

latin anyone?

Looks like the Catholic church is going back to Latin masses. Very progressive.

where's osama?

650,000 iraqi's dead because of the war. O, and by the way, I couldn't find this story on Foxnews. So I was curious - I went to news.google.com and did a search. At the time of the writing of this post, 219 newspaper websites are carrying the story, but not "fair 'n balanced." We wouldn't want to ruin the myth, er...truth, would we?

fun with blogger beta

You may have noticed the new template. Thanks to blogger beta, it's easy to change, easy to rearrange, easy to customize. Expect periodic changes as I search for template nirvana.

blogger beta

I took the plunge and upgraded this blog to the new and improved blogger, beta.blogger.com.
I'm hoping for good things...like integration with all of my other cool google stuff - gmail, spreadsheets, picasa web albums, etc.

For now, I'm just pissed. I attempted to comment here (good music makes my day), but was unable because I have the new and improved beta blogger, but timmer k apparantly still lives in the dark ages. Additionally, windows live writer (beta) does not work with the new blogger. So I'm back to typing my blog entries into the blogger editor. Sigh. Time to buy a mac.

light in darkness

The world could use more people like the grandfather mentioned in this story.

hasapopolopolous

I'm an uncle x6.

From Jacob Theodor...

cheapsake

We ordered "carside to-go" tonight for dinner. Picking it up was quite akward. Do you tip the person that brings the food to your car? I didn't know what to do. I froze.

Tip? No Tip? She didn't do anything. But she brought me my food. In way, she's my carside waitress...but she didn't do anything! It's just carry-out...but different. When I get carry out from the Villalge Wok, they don't bring the food to my car....so it's not carry out. But do I tip? Ah!!!
I didn't tip. I felt good about it. Until I looked to my left and watched the woman in the SUV next to me hand our "waitress" a five spot. Stupid suburbs.

sandbox

Grandpa built a park in our backyard for his grandkids. Click the picture to see more, using my new picasaweb photo album:

Building The Park

Sep 16, 2006 - 6 Photos

jesus and the aclu

Bumper stickers amuse me. If it were safe, I'd take pictures of my favorite bumbers while driving. However, considering I already talk on my cell phone, drink coffee, change songs on my iPod, and yell at the kids while driving, it believe it behooves me to abstain from adding yet another distraction.

Alas, it saddens me to not have a picture of my new favorite bumber. Yesterday while driving home from The Gap, I passed a car with a Jesus! bumper sticker placed immediately to the right (co-incidence? Jesus is a republican) of a sticker with ACLU circled with a line through it.

I'm still a bit naive. I didn't realize so many Christians had it in for the ACLU. Until I got home and browsed the web. Holy smokes. I even found a website that proclaimed "ACLU - Jesus Christ lives. Get over it!"

I like Jesus. And I don't mind the ACLU. Any group which expresses concern about the Patriot Act and files lawsuits against the government for conducting warrantless wiretapping is just fine with me.

one part love

Today my niece celebrated her first birthday. I married into a family of many nieces and nephews; birthday parties aren't uncommon. And we all live within two miles of my wife's parents'--all 8 grandkids, all under 3 years old. Ana is the oldest. Birthday parties (and weekly Saturday night dinner) are complete chaos. Welcome to my life.

At today's  birthday party the "icanthroughabetterpartythanyourlameasscan-ness" was in force. My niece's parents provided a meal of gyros. But they didn't have it catered. After all that would be too easy, especially since my niece's father is Greek. Today's party featured a lamb spinning on that mysterious machine that makes gyro meat, Shawarma. We did shots of ouzo and watched toddlers play on a swingset. We only argued about religion a couple of times. 

At times it becomes easy to succumb to the laziness of selfishness. I'm surrounded by family and young children; life abounds. Yet at times I wish they would all just leave me the hell alone. Let me sit in silence and watch tv. Children eager to give me kisses surround me, but sometimes all I can think about is myself, how tired I am, how I just want to sit on the couch and have a drink. This is lazy selfishness. This is pathetic.

Life does not get simpler than a birthday party. Happiness is a swingset and chocolate cake and not having to go to bed at the normal bed time because you're daddy let your get hopped up on sugar from cake and ice cream.

Life does not get simpler than a birthday party. What could be better than shots of ouzo and lamb on a spit?