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Account Suspended

Today we experienced technical difficulties, such that our web host company suspended our account (and all of our other domains). You may have seen this screen:

This Account Has Been Suspended
Please contact the billing/support department as soon as possible.

They tell me that this was done “because of a large quantity of spam sent to your account”. I’ve heard of suspending accounts of Spammers (those who send spam) but this is the first time I’ve heard of suspending victims of spam.

The long and short of it is that we were persuaded to upgrade to a ‘Virtual Private Server’ which (we hope) will be able to stand up more effectively against the onslaught of spammers.

Please bear with us as we may continue to experience difficulty over the weekend until the account is fully migrated.

I’d post a picture, but the sight of me, grinding and gnashing my teeth for seven hours is probably not safe for work or families with small children. As a programmer, experiencing this kind of problem is particularly painful, as God teaches me more much-needed humility. Arrrghhh!

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Words of Life

As a mother of five precious, sweet, adorable, rascally, loud, raucous children, my ears are often overburdened. There is a misconception that a large family means a lot of mess and work, mouths to feed and laundry to wash.

Wait, that’s not a misconception at all. That’s my life! Hey!

Still, the aspect that people might not consider is all the voices accompanying the mess. Talking, laughing, fighting, arguing, discussing, debating, teasing, bargaining, mediating. It’s all right here in my house. Lots of it. Times five, or maybe 7 if you add in the grownups. I guess if you start throwing parents into the jumble, you’ve also got judging, teaching, rebuking, comforting, and praising.

blue lips

Was there a bit of a cold snap today, Rachel? Poor dear, she’s shivering.

The Bible is overflowing with instruction on how we should relate to others through our words. A phrase I’ve been using lately with the children is “Speak Words of Life!” I want their words to be ones of encouragement and love. To build each other up rather than tear them down.

The children (the older ones) have all memorized this verse:

Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. (Ephesians 4:29)

blue tongue

Rachel obviously needs to work on her attitude.

Speaking “Words of Life” is something I am constantly working on with the children. It is so much easier to speak words of death. To hurt, criticize, tease, mock, and destroy. I’d love to think of a creative way to encourage the kids to be more active in applying this teaching. Maybe a Words of Life Jar or a Words of Life Points Chart where you are rewarded for kind and compassionate speech. Something where they would be on the look out for specific instances in their own conversation and the conversation of their siblings.

In our Proverbs study on Tuesday, I was amazed at how many Words of Life verses God brought to our attention.

The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life, but violence overwhelms the mouth of the wicked. 10:11
When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise. 10:19
The lips of the righteous nourish many, but fools die for lack of judgment. 10:21
The mouth of the righteous brings forth wisdom, but a perverse tongue will be cut out.
The lips of the righteous know what is fitting, but the mouth of the wicked only what is perverse. 10:31-32

bracelets made by Rachel

Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching. They will be a garland to grace your head and a chain to adorn your neck. Proverbs 1:8-9

Once again God’s Word penetrates to the heart of our family and shines its light on our challenges, struggles and desire to glorify Him and be transformed in His likeness.

Kathy
Project 365 – Day 195

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Sleep Blogging Again?

I don’t know why I wait until so late in the evening to begin blogging. You would think I would start a little earlier in order to actually be awake when I write. Nope.

I can barely keep my eyes open and I can tell I’m in a dangerous position right now – soft lap pillow underneath my wireless keyboard (oh yeah, I’m spoiled), the Cream Puff Lazy Boy is back in full recline position, the lights are dim and the dishwasher is humming along happily. Truly I don’t know anyone who blogs in such a pampered setting.

sarah

Thankfully, I can always post random pictures. Those are never turned away. :)

Of course, this also leads to potential sleep blogging. I’ve described sleep blogging in detail before so I won’t go into it all again. Suffice to say, it does make for creative blogging and a stressful morning until I can get the blog cleared by Tim and the children. There is a certain level of extra strain in my voice when I ask Tim (in the morning) if he enjoyed the blog. I keep expecting him to say something like, “What in the world were you rambling about?” or “Did you have any idea what you were saying?” Or maybe, “Did you start out awake when you began blogging last night?” He’s obviously familiar with my comfortable blogging spot and the hour of day (or rather, night, heh, heh) in which I write.

rachel's random picture

My plan is to count sleep stolen in the recliner toward my night’s rest. I can get close to a decent 6, 7 or 8 hours that way. As long as I have strong coffee available the next day, I’m okay. Really. Pay no attention to the twitch.

colorful kids

The kids take a rest from their playing.

I’m afraid I’m too tired to come up with anything creative tonight. I’ll share some key points from our day.

- Joshua went off on a sleepover. Rachel and Daniel are very jealous.
- We had a play date with Julee and her girls this afternoon.
- We watched the delightful Miss Potter movie.
- We went for a bike ride after supper.

biking family

Not only are we campers but we’re also bikers! It’s a proud moment, truly.

I don’t think I should blog any further. I’ve started two other sentences that made absolutely no sense but seem to contain pieces of last night’s dream. I’m telling you, sleep blogging is a serious disorder.

I’ll make sure I have some adorable if random pictures and say goodnight. Sorry this wasn’t meaningful, spiritual or even funny. Sometimes the sleep just presses in and there’s nothing to do but give in to it.

Kathy
Project 365, Day 194

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A Serious Gamer

Ever since Christmas, we’ve been playing a lot of board games, although not so many in recent weeks while the family was on vacation. Today we had the opportunity to play Rail Baron with some friends from church, since our Small Group Bible Study is taking a hiatus for part of the summer.

Games for Christmas
We do like to buy games, even if we don’t play them as much as we would like.

I’ve always enjoyed games, ever since my brother bought me a Stratego set when I was eight. Around that same time, my Dad taught me to play chess; although I wasn’t a particularly good player of either, I was good enough to defeat most kids my age, or an adult who wasn’t really paying attention (that is to say, most of them).

Throughout my school years, I bought and played games, quickly graduating to Avalon Hill bookcase games like Kingmaker and Diplomacy, many of them requiring hours to set up and weekends to play. I remember my brother and I spending up to eight hours just setting up Third Reich (a game that simulates World War II, and takes nearly as long to play as the war was waged). I enjoyed role playing games and video games and computer games of all kinds, and surrounded myself with like-minded friends with thick glasses, pocket protectors, and minty-green tans.

In college, I thought I had died and gone to heaven, when I found a good half-dozen serious gamers in my dormitory. Now we were no longer irritated by the need to go home to sleep, and our mothers no longer broke up the games at midnight with that hated mantra, “It’s a school night, dear.” The cafeteria was a hundred yards up the hill, and we had a steady supply of 35-cent Grape Nehi in the vending machine in the kitchen where we played most of our games. My daily schedule went something like this:

  • 1:50 pm: wake up, sprint to the Cafeteria (lunch ended at 2 pm)
  • 2:20 pm: take a shower, get dressed
  • 2:45 pm: select a game to play, start setting it up in the kitchen
  • 3 – 3:30 pm: watch Gilligan’s Island while waiting for players to show up
  • 4 – 6 pm: play a war game of some kind
  • 6:10 pm: eat supper at the Cafeteria
  • 6:40 pm – 2 am: continue playing a war game of some kind
  • 2:15 am: walk to the Tinee Giant (a local Food Mart) for a snack
  • 3 am – 6 am: play Star Trek at the computer lab
  • 6:15 am: head for bed

As it turned out, there is a rather high correspondence between those who skip class and those who get poor grades, especially if they compound their error by failing to read the required texts and skipping exams. Still, it was a wonderful time, and I often look back on those days with great fondness, mixed with a sort of macabre horror. Who knew that it would take me nine years to finish college, or that it would entail many wasted dollars and three years of servitude as a paratrooper?

Some years later, as I started spending more time with Kathy, I wondered if she was a gamer. Not to be sexist, but I just haven’t encountered many girls that are serious game players. They seem to care too much (from a gaming perspective) about talking and forming relationships, and will often balk at the complete and utter destruction of an opponent. Kathy didn’t really try to fool me during our courtship, so I really can’t complain that I thought I had married a gaming girl. We tried to find some computer games that we could play together (or, better yet, against each other) … I have found through trial and much error, that she is good for about 90 minutes of game playing, as long as I am careful not to burn her villages.

Gamers with funny hats
Or perhaps Kathy needs to upgrade her gaming attire fashion sense?

Sunday’s game was too long for my sweet wife. We played for more than four hours before a winner emerged, and it was evident that she was ‘done’, long before the game was over. (Non-verbal cues like leaving the table and washing the dishes are often a good clue.) She probably would rather we had played a shorter game (maybe one she could win, heh heh).

Jen plots her victory
Jen (the victor) surveys her rail empire, baby on hip, while Daniel hides his face in shame

We talked, after our guests had gone, about the optimal game-playing experience, and I suggested that she would be happier if we could play strategy games in two-hour blocks, maybe staggered over a weekend, leaving the game set up in the dining room between rounds. The problem with that is your guests have to live nearby, or be willing to commute, which doesn’t seem to happen very often. Happily, we’re raising at least one serious gamer in the family, with a few more possible game fanatics in the wings, so maybe we can play some of the longer games inside the family and stick to cards with others.

Future Gamers?
Gamers in Training

All this makes me wonder, do other adults consider themselves ‘serious’ gamers, or is this a phase I should have left behind in college (or, better yet, in high school)? What makes one person willing to play a complex game for hours (and hours) and another unwilling to even try to learn?

My theory (I have a theory for nearly everthing) is that people fall into four or five categories, with minimal overlap:

  1. People who don’t like to play games at all
  2. People who play card games or short word games
  3. People who play party games like Pictionary, Outburst, or Scattegories, or games requiring funny hats
  4. People who play strategy games like Settlers of Catan, Risk or Carcassone
  5. People who sneer at the childlike simplicity of the games in the above categories

settlers
Some of my favorite Settlers of Catan players

Personally, I can play a card or word game if I have to, but I’m happiest when I can annihilate my opponent so that no one is left alive to speak or even remember the language of his people-group. This is hard to do in a typical game of Canasta, Boggle, or Outburst, and so I fall clearly into category 4. Perhaps I should start work on a dissertation in which I integrate this theory with my developing research on marshmallow roasting.

Project 365, Day 189
Tim

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A New Contest

As with many bloggers, Kathy and I are not afraid to admit that we crave the shallow validation and witty banter of our readers (all seven of them). For that reason, we are sponsoring a new ‘Participation’ contest.

The winner of the contest will be the person who submits the largest number of comments, and will be awarded a valuable music CD, worth thousands of Turkish Lira.

The rules are as follows:

  • Your comment must be at least one full sentence long, and may not include any links to online stores that sell pharmaceutical products of a dubious nature (we get a lot of spam comments, which are automatically deleted).
  • Your comment may not be created by an automated program, but rather must be typed in by hand. Don’t ask me how we’ll tell the difference, programmers aren’t allowed to reveal their secrets.
  • Your comment must have something to do with the post to which it is attached.
  • If there is a tie, we reserve the right to either provide a prize to each person or to have a drawing to determine the final winner. Remember, Sarah is turning five, so 4 may not be her favorite number anymore.
  • Those who have commented already in July will have a slight advantage over those who have not, since we’ll be counting comments from July 1 to 31.
  • We reserve the right to reveal (or not reveal) how many comments each person makes over the course of the month to provoke (or suppress) the competitive spirit.
  • To qualify for this contest, a comment must be submitted during the month of July, but it can be associated with any blog entry since the inception of this blog. We’ll find it, don’t worry. :)

Here is a gratuitous picture of my oldest son, who is one of our most faithful readers, but does not comment much. Maybe this will be the turning point for him?

Joshua on his favorite porch swing
I doubt this boy will win the contest, but I’m not much of a prophet.

Project 365, Day 187

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