Saturday, September 4, 2010

Hello Everyone,

A little bit of this, a little bit of that... Altogether quite a lot - enough that it spilled over onto the second page. Be sure to click "Older Posts."


Bobby Spends the Day

You want to be as strong as Bobby? You have to do what he does: eat organic bacon. Just ask him. :-)

In Loving Memory of... piano student Grace (who has not died but has moved to another state).

I miss you, Grace.

As do these two.

Quilting with Friends

I always go to the Raines prepared to have a good time, and they all, in their own way, prepared to give us a nice time.

Emma prepared lunch for us (and quilted, yes).

Mrs. Raine prepared the quilt for us.

And Martha was prepared to pose for photos.

Oh yes, some of us can thread needles with our eyes closed.

A pricked finger is what she has to show for it.

"Good friends are like quilts: they age with you, yet never lose their warmth."

The Mice Meister

Hey! Would you believe it? I got thirteen mice in two days.

It's almost as bad as scalping them.

Volleyball - At Home and Abroad

The home team has been doing a lot of volleyball practice this summer.

Wait, did I just say soccer?

Q. What do marshmallows and the home team have in common?
A. They both have Mercy for a fan.

I am at a loss for words to describe Dad's serves. (In other words, I can't think of a caption.)

Christian: Can I serve?

Someone on other side of net: You mean, may I serve?

Well, it looks like he can and may.

We take the ball to Hopeland and the game to a whole new level.

The ball is in the Oberholtzer court now.

Mr. Oberholtzer charred those hot dogs to perfection. (That is a sincere compliment by the way.)

Conrad and Philip exchange "You first"s.

Martha is astounded by such politeness.

An IFRC Baptism

The Sunday morning main attraction. Standing room only.

The kids' gallery was packed.

Someone really ought to herd these children away.

Mr. Raine gets out the lasso?

Do we really need heated water in August? Being on fire for the Lord would be harder in cold water I suppose.

Mr. Gordner wants to know how good the water feels. (I think he was about as "on fire" as he could stand. :)

Baptism is no joking matter.

Though it certainly is a joyous one.

And a drenching one.


There is great rejoicing in heaven (and on earth) over one sinner who repents.

I don't know about in Heaven, but, on earth, there is great rejoicing when a cheesecake makes it to the fellowship meal.

Saying goodbye to the dear Metarko family had its effect on our rejoicing.

The cake is cut, but not our ties in Christ.

For somebody who doesn't like coffee, she certainly does a good job making it. (And that's coming from another person who doesn't like coffee.)

Mr. Metarko, hounded by the paparazzi to the very end.

Lunch with Dad

Now, there's nothing unusual about having lunch with Dad. Normally, however, Dad goes for lunch, not the lunch goes for him.

Time to activate the tiptoes.

Made it - undetected - all the way to his chair.

"Don't laugh; you next."

Mr. Schultz thought it must be Dad's birthday or some other special occasion. Finally he figured it out: "I see, it's just because just because."

Yup, it's just because he's such a great guy.

First Picnic

Second Picnic

*wide-eyed* Oh my, that person has the other half of my sandwich.

Teetering Tots

A big whale swallows Christian.

(I'm thinking I wouldn't want to spend three days and three nights in that thing.)

Christian enjoys the thrills of the park instead of preaching to...

...the complacent bums of Ninevah.

I love the photo because I love the people.

"It was nice growing up with someone like you - someone to lean on, someone to count on... someone to tell on!" - Author Unknown

Mom- she's true blue...

...and loves her husband too.

What? There's a photographer around this corner too?!