What I lack in intelligence I make up for in volume.

Over the weekend, I managed to meet my goals for my Tau army:
1x Barracuda
2x Forge World Battlesuit Commanders (the Shas’o R’myr suit and this other one)
2x Forge World Broadside
2x Forge World TX-42 Piranha (I had to partially repaint one—I decided to be adventurous and do a camo scheme, but it was a disaster)
2x Remote Sensor Towers

I can’t wait to get my rematch with Renn. It’s on RENN! Do you hear me!?

NO MORE game-related material today. Warning! Preachments ahead!

Today I slept in until about 8am. Sweet.

Then I got up and had a giant bowl of Captain Crunch (generic brand). Again, sweet.

As a service to my beautiful wife, I cleaned the garage and took care of the rodents (two rabbits and a guinea pig). I enlisted the kids for this. The garage was no small feat. It was really disgusting. I am on a crusade to reduce the mass of “stuff” in the house by 50%.

It was hot today, hitting ninety degrees. We turned the A/C on. It’s nice and cool in the basement.

My pregnant wife is having a rough time, and on top of that she has a sore throat so she stayed home. I got the kids ready and headed out to church.

I gave my wife a new affectionate nickname: “my little pork pie”. I am secretly hoping to fatten her up good this time. I’ve been waiting on her hand and foot. (OK, for the record, for those that can’t tell, this is tongue and cheek; I am very kind to my wife, I only include these things for humorous effect).

The lesson in Sunday School today was about Abinadai (Mosiah 11-18). Was his mission a success or failure? What do you think?

The end of the lesson was this following quote. I shed a tear because I often wonder if my life has been worthwhile. Looking at it another way, I AM that little boy. Read on noble reader:

“You don’t know how much good you can do; you can’t foresee the results of the effort you put in. Years ago, President Charles A. Callis, then a member of the Quorum of the Twelve, but who previously was president of the Southern States Mission for twenty-five years, told me this story. He said that he had a missionary in the southern [United States] who came in to get his release at the conclusion of his mission. His mission president said to him, ‘Have you had a good mission?’
“He said, ‘No.’
“ ‘How is that?’
“ ‘Well, I haven’t had any results from my work. I have wasted my time and my father’s money. It’s been a waste of time.’
“Brother Callis said, ‘Haven’t you baptized anyone?’
“He said, ‘I baptized only one person during the two years that I have been here. That was a twelve-year-old boy up in the back hollows of Tennessee.’
“He went home with a sense of failure. Brother Callis said, ‘I decided to follow that boy who had been baptized. I wanted to know what became of him. …
“… ‘I followed him through the years. He became the Sunday School Superintendent, and he eventually became the branch president. He married. He moved off the little tenant farm on which he and his parents before him had lived and got a piece of ground of his own and made it fruitful. He became the district president. He sold that piece of ground in Tennessee and moved to Idaho and bought a farm along the Snake River and prospered there. His children grew. They went on missions. They came home. They had children of their own who went on missions.’
“Brother Callis continued, ‘I’ve just spent a week up in Idaho looking up every member of that family that I could find and talking to them about their missionary service. I discovered that, as the result of the baptism of that one little boy in the back hollows of Tennessee by a missionary who thought he had failed, more than 1,100 people have come into the Church.’
“You never can foretell the consequences of your work, my beloved brethren and sisters, when you serve as missionaries”

I am impressed today that someone reading today is thinking that life is not worth living. I say to you that your worth is great. Your life is worthwhile. The sum of your life will be filled with joy. Better times are ahead.

Your Heavenly Father would rather annihilate a thousand stars than to lose you. But why is life so hard? Why are the heavens silent? Give it time. It’s all part of the grand plan of life and eternity. Even the super crap-tastic parts. There is no way around it.

When I got home from church, I found that “my little pork pie” had made a delicious pasta dish with shrimp and peas and pasta. It was really something and we were picking away at that all afternoon.

In the afternoon I took a walk with the boys and pushed them for quite a while on the swing. Griffin actually started to nod off. He was so tired.

Tamie makes this simple dish that is so amazing: it’s a slab of cream cheese with Harry and David brand “Sweet Red and Ancho Chili Pepper” spread. Then just dip in with ritz crackers. It tastes so good.

Then some Indian Jones movies (heavily edited for the kids) and we’re off to bed.

PS- during this coming week, a good friend of mine is helping me with some of the Kroot. Here’s what’s coming:
2x shield drones
10x Fire Warriors with Pulse Rifles
17x Kroot Warriors
1x Kroot Shaper
3x Great Knarloc Riders (I am thinking of magnetizing on some Kroot guns, possibly looted stuff from the new Ork kits to make them into Krootox)

And that makes 3,000 points. Not too shabby. Future additions? Maybe just maybe a fast attack choice.