Sunday, September 28, 2008
3. Sarah Hazell, setter. She goes for the ball where ever it happens to end up, rarely missing the second hit and providing amusment (and sometimes worry) for all who watch! Her serves have been just amazing, and she's had several great serving streaks.
6. Elise Hamacher, outside hitter. This is her first year of volleyball, but she is doing great and has more energy than anyone out there.
9. Alida Hazell, outside hitter. Although she was an amazing setter in past years, this season has shown us her spiking abilities as well. For a little person, she has a mean spike!
11. Abby Hall, outside hitter turned middle hitter. She is the encourager of the team, and is great at getting it up high so everyone has time to get in place. My personal favorite to cheer for too. ;)
14. Rebekah Applegate, middle hitter. Again, strong spiker and server, also great on the blocks.
19. Renee Pettijohn, outisde hitter. An intimidating spiker and server whose determination can be seen from the stands.
21. Ashley Riefer, outside hitter. Awesome at those controlled bumps to the setter and a very consistent server.
25. Grace Caudill, setter. A spectacular setter, gets under the ball like no other and packs a pretty mean serve too!
72. Faith Wegner, setter. Consistent server, good setter, and can spike as well as anyone else when given the chance!
78. Marty Collins, middle hitter. As the tallest on the team, Marty has an awesome spike, and does a great job blocking as well.
And yes, I do have a car seat that has permanent residence in that car.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I know, it's been a while since I've posted any photos of the family. Well I have a whole lot coming. . . but I also have a whole lot of homework today and this weekend. Story of my life. But I will try my best to squeeze it in! You can look forward to:
Photos and video from Abby's volleyball games
Photos of Andy playing baseball
Photos of Isaac and Elizabeth doing what they do best - being adorable!
Photos from Abby's birthday tea
Have a wonderful rest of the week and weekend everyone!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
(An essay in my English Comp book)
If you're a man, at some point a woman will ask you how she looks.
"How do I look?" she'll ask.
You must be careful how you answer this question. The best technique is to form an honest yet sensitive opinion, then collapse on the floor with some kind of fatal seizure. Trust me, this is the easiest way out. Because you will never come up with the right answer.
The problem is that women generally do not think of their looks in the same way that men do. Most men form an opinion of how they look in the seventh grade, and they stick to it for the rest of their lives. Some men form the opinion that they are irresistible stud muffins, and they do not change this opinion even when their faces sag and their noses bloat to the size of eggplants and their eyebrows grow together to form what appears to be a giant forehead-dwelling tropical caterpillar.
Most men, I believe, think of themselves as average-looking. Men will think this even if their faces cause heart failure in cattle at a range of 300 yards. Being average does not bother them; average is fine for men. This is why men never ask anybody how they look. Their primary form of beauty care is to shave themselves, which is essentially the same form of beauty care that they give to their lawns. If, at the end of his four-minute daily beauty regimen, a man has managed to wipe most of the shaving cream out of his hair and is not bleeding too badly, he feels that he has done all he can, so he stops thinking about his appearance and devotes his mind to more critical issues, such as the Super Bowl.
Women do not look at themselves this way. If I had to express, in three words, what most women think about their appearance, those words would be: "not good enough." No matter how attractive a woman may appear to others, when she looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks, "woof." She thinks that at any moment a municipal animal-control officer is going to throw a net over her and haul her off to the shelter.
Why do women have such low self-esteem? There are many complex psychological and societal reasons, by which I mean "Barbie." Girls grow up playing with a doll proportioned such that, if it were human, it would be seven feet tall and weigh 81 pounds. This is a difficult appearance standard to live up to, especially when you contrast it with the standard set for little boys by their dolls . . . excuse me, by their action figures. Most of the action figures that my son played with when he was little were hideous looking. For example, he was fond of an action figure (part of the He-Man series) called "Buzz-Off," who was part human, part flying insect. Buzz-Off was not a looker. But he was extremely self-confident. You could not imagine Buzz-Off saying to the other action figures, "Do you think these wings makes my hips look big?"
But women grow up thinking they need to look like Barbie, which for most women is impossible, although there is a multibillion-dollar beauty industry devoted to convincing women that they must try. I once saw an Oprah show wherein supermodel Cindy Crawford dispensed makeup tips to the studio audience. Cindy had all these middle-aged women apply beauty products to their faces; she stressed how important it was to apply them in a certain way, using the tips of their fingers. All the women dutifully did this, even though it was obvious to any sane observer that no matter how carefully they applied these products, they would never look remotely like Cindy Crawford, who is some kind of genetic mutation.
I'm not saying that men are superior. I'm just saying that you're not going to get a group of middle-aged men to sit in a room and apply cosmetics to themselves under the instruction of Brad Pitt, in hopes of looking more like him. Men would realize that this task was pointless and demeaning. They would find some way to bolster their self-esteem that did not require looking like Brad Pitt. They would say to Brad, "Oh YEAH? Well what do you know about LAWN CARE, pretty boy?"
Of course many women will argue that the reason they become obsessed with trying to look like Cindy Crawford is that men, being as shallow as a drop of spit, WANT women to look that way. To which I have two responses:
1. Hey, just because WE'RE idiots, that does not mean YOU have to be; and
2. Men don't even notice 97 percent of the beauty efforts you make anyway. Take fingernails. The average woman spends 5,000 hours per year worrying about her fingernails; I have never once, in more than 40 years of listening to men talk about women, heard a man say, "She has a nice set of fingernails!" Many men would not notice if a woman had upward of four hands.
Anyway, to get back to my original point: If you're a man, and a woman asks you how she looks, you're in big trouble. Obviously, you can't say she looks bad. But you also can't say that she looks great, because she'll think you're lying, because she has spent countless hours, with the help of the multibillion-dollar beauty industry, obsessing about the differences between herself and Cindy Crawford. Also, she suspects that you're not qualified to judge anybody's appearance. This is because you have shaving cream in your hair.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Do I believe I need to be holy? Do I believe that God can come into me and make me holy? The preaching of the gospel awakens an intense resentment because it is designed to reveal my unholiness, but it also awakens an intense yearning and desire within me. God has only one intended destiny for mankind -- holiness. His only goal is to produce saints. God is not some eternal blessing-machine for people to use, and He did not come to save us out of pity -- He came to save us because He created us to be holy. Atonement through the cross of Christ means that God can put me back into perfect oneness with Himself through the death of Jesus Christ, without a trace of anything coming between us any longer.
Never tolerate, because of sympathy for yourself or others, any practice that is not in keeping with a holy God. Holiness means absolute purity of your walk before God, the words coming from your mouth, and every thought in your mind -- placing every detail of your life under the scrutiny of God Himself. Holiness is not simply what God gives me, but what God has given me that is being exhibited in my life.
("Destined to be Holy", from My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The door and window by which Mum, Abby, and I spent a lot of time.
The Steps behind the balcony
Our "town" props - the wall and bench
Zeke had a lot of fun making this, and was quite insistent that I post these photos for all of you to enjoy. I'm sure he'd appreciate comments on this post. . . ;)
Friday, September 12, 2008
and if it is to be made an art,
it requires as exclusive a devotion,
as hard a preparation,
as any painter's or sculptor's work;
for what is the having (does it have) to do with dead canvas or cold marble,
compared with having to do with the living body--the temple of God's spirit?
It is one of the Fine Arts;
I had almost said
the finest of the Fine Arts.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Holy Ghost, with light divine, shine upon this heart of mine;
Let me see my Savior’s face, let me all His beauties trace;
Holy Ghost, with joy divine, cheer this saddened heart of mine;
Holy Spirit, all divine, dwell within this heart of mine;
See, to Thee I yield my heart, shed Thy life through every part;
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
I apologize for neglecting my blog these past few weeks. Not much out of the ordinary has happened. I have made meals at home, done a lot of driving to and from Abby's volleyball practices, spent time babysitting the younger kids. . . oh and started college. I suppose that was somewhat monumental, although I definitely have had mixed reviews as to whether or not I should be starting this fall. :) But I am quickly learning the ins and outs of classroom style education, and really enjoying things. My classes are as follows:
Public Speaking, meets Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 9-9:50. It's a bit hard to get myself going for this class, but I am looking forward to the challenge of learning how to speak successfully.
English Composition, meets Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 11-11:50. I quite enjoy this class. Although I am by no means the strongest writer around, I do like writing, and it's good for me to force myself to write.
Introduction to Psychology, meets Mondays from 1-3:30. I believe this is my favorite so far. My teacher is so sweet, and quite a character. I'm really finding the material interesting as well, although I do wish it was taught from a Christian perspective. But it is good for me to challenge myself and define what I believe about humans and how they think and relate and such.
Introduction to Statistics, meets Wednesdays from 5-7:30. This will probably get the most challenging as time goes on, but for now it has ben the simplest. I pray that I don't get in over my head. :)
All in all, I am so far enjoying my college life. Granted, I'm not your typical college student, but then again, who is? I have people ranging from age 17-age 55 in my classes, all eager to learn and further their education. It's a daily adventure, bu God is helping me to take things one step at a time.
The other biggest adjustment in life has been my decision not to attend youth group this year. Once again, I've gotten mixed reviews on whether or not this is a good idea, and to be quite honest, I'm still getting used to it myself. But God is faithful, and His ways are best. Growing up can be a challenge, but He knows all about it, and for that I am grateful.
So I hope this has satisfied those begging for more posts. Rather boring, but it is a post! I pray that you are all well and having a wonderful September. I'm surely looking forward to fall and the cooler weather. :)