09.09.09

Ode to my Daddio.
Dale Bradley Saip - born September 9th, 1959.

This post is about him.

My dad is now fifty years old, and I thought it would be appropriate to share a couple of thoughts and some fun pictures in celebration!

First of all, I'm very grateful to my dad for the years he spent coaching me - not just in softball or hockey, but in life. I have always known that my dad loves me dearly, and wants the very best for me - and because of that, I count myself very blessed.

My dad also knows more people than anyone I know... I remember as a child we would go out for dinner or to a movie and there would be a handful of "acquaintances" that would approach him at one point or another... we kids would always ask "who was that?" to which he could usually give an answer...

Dad also belongs to an extremely entertaining clan... family get togethers with Uncle Grant and his family, Uncle Barry and his family, and the "grandma-ma" are always an absolute hoot.

I will also add that my dad has many titles, dad, chairman, vice-president and coach - he is also one of the most genuine "cowboys" I've ever met.

Basically, I love my dad.
I'll throw in some pics to entertain you all...

my own glee.

So, I’m officially addicted to Glee… after only one episode.
I think it’s because I miss that aspect of who I am… singing, dancing, acting. I miss the way it used to feel to be on stage, even just in rehearsals, because I felt like I really belonged their… like God had blessed me with this passion for something I was fortunate enough to pursue.
But that was a while ago.
I’m so thrilled to have experienced a multitude of loves: hockey, softball, painting, writing, dancing, running, reading, photography, teaching, camping, etc., but there is nothing I’d rather do more than sing and act.
Back to business – musical theatre – I’m GOING to do it again… maybe not today or tomorrow… but soon. Very soon. I feel this stirring in my soul… maybe the Lord will open doors for me to return to the stage… and in the midst of it all, create deep, lasting relationships with fellow cast members where I can show them the love of Christ through loving them just as they are…. I don’t know if that makes sense, but sometimes the theatre can boast quite a cast (no pun intended) of unique individuals with varied life styles. They don’t want some goodie-goodie Christian coming in to judge/condemn them… because that’s garbage. So, I’ll follow my passion with an added bonus of emanating God’s love for them. I like that.

Well, this was a mish-mash of thoughts.
Watch “Glee”, I love it.