The oldies station

So Mia and i are driving home the other day, listening to our new favorite radio station. Its an oldies station that plays 60's and 70's. Insulting isnt it? Anyway, we heard Celebration by Cool and the Gang, then Grease is the Word from the sound track, then right before they played the StarWars theme song with disco drum beat inserted (which by the way was a #1 on Bilboard in 1977) they played Lionel Richie and the Commodores "Sail On". "Turn it dad; its too slow" she yelled. "No", i said, "I want to hear this one". "Why do you like this slow song dad"? "Because it was very popular when i was little". She picked up a cold steel dagger and as she stabbed me in the back with it she remarked... "and they still have that song"? I turn 39 on Monday, it doesnt seem right that songs 39 year old used to jam to qualify as oldies.

Winters story

Its absolutely beautiful in West by God Virginia right now. The leaves are starting to turn and the temps are still very warm. As Serena and I sat on the porch staring at the mountains the other night, she said something very postmodern, that i though id pass on. There was a cool breeze and she asked, "is winter coming Dad?" i said, "pretty soon" and she responded; "i guess its time for winter to tell it's story". Im not sure if she read something like that or heard it, but Betsy and I were not familiar with it. Maybe that is how she sees it. That each season, each day, month, year, or person has a story to tell. The postmodern peek at theology sees the Kingdom of God as just that; a real life story. Its Gods story, and we have a page in it. Its time right now to tell our story. So.... whats your story? How is your life being read? When others read or hear about your story when you are dead and gone, how will they describe it? A tragedy, love story, mystery, Horror, feel good, suspense? Just like any good movie, i dont want mine to be slow and have too much diologue. I like deep, meaningul scripts, but some great suspense and action always floats my boat. Are you telling a story? Im looking forward to the holidays and winters story. Come and visit and sit on the porch with me and Serena as we watch, listen and live Gods story.

The crappy team

So we played the crappy team ("the not so very good team" mia's words) last night. She scored 4 goals! She nocked some poor boy on his ass to steal the ball. I laughed out loud. Perhaps a little too loud.

Mia (Ham) Belgie's scoring streak continues

Mia was off to an average start in soccer this early fall. She always seems to be the type of kid who needs clear direction and a goal of some sort as an insentive. As a sports junkie ive been interested in Tiger Woods openness of his personal goals for a season, a match, a year, etc. So i decided to give Mia and Serena some goals before they start each game. For Mia its goals. We had a crappy team one night and she and i decided she could get 3 goals if she tried really hard. She was posessed! She did indeed score 3 goals. With Serena we decided the number of touches on the ball was a good start. Mia set a goal tonight of 2 goals. She got one right off the bat. She never scored a second goal, but she was a completely different player because she had an objective. She so passionately went after the ball, unbelievable. She knocked boys and girls out of her way as she tried desperately to ge the ball. It was amazing. I wish i was so aggresive with the goals of my life, marriage, job, faith, etc. Serena stops along the way during the game. She will come right off the field, give me a high five, and then run right back in. Right during the middle of the game. Or if she hears us cheering, she will slow down, glance over, suck in the adoration, then (with prompting) gets back to the action. Greys Anatomy is on tonight, but the local satelite company just lost ABC, goes along with the grocery store being out of bananas yesterday. "We may get some in tommorow, maybe saturday". Ugh.