About Me
- RvL
- I’m from New York but my driver’s license lists that my address is Ohio. My passport has a number of stamps in it. I’m the youngest of six, yet oldest son. I have a number after my initials, but not my name. I like music. I like coffee, beer and bourbon. I am a follower of Jesus. I watch bonus features on DVD’s. For four months each year my wife and I are the same age. “I pledge allegiance to a country without borders, without politicians.” I am an ordained pastor, but don't currently have a church. I’ve eaten raw horse meat. I’m fifteen inches taller than my wife, but I look up to her. I still prefer buying CDs to downloading music. I’m a night owl, who doesn’t mind getting up early. I like to play games. I moved to another country nine days after my wedding. I sometimes quote random lyrics. I believe in miracles. I prefer desktops to laptops. I like listening to audio books. I watch Buffalo Bills and Sabres games. I have five sons. I'm living life mid sentence.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
D-Day plus 7
Well, Junior (or Rufus or itty bitty or any of the other names I've called him) still is waiting to make his grand appearance. Sometimes I think I'm more impatient about his long-waited arrival than my lovely wife is. Tomorrow will be our first anniversary, and maybe the little guy has been waiting to make his entry into the world until that time. Time will tell.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Disappointments in life, chugging back a glass and life in the middle of hickville.
Something has been bugging me on and off since last August. A number of my friends, some among my closest friends, said they were coming to my wedding but never showed. I'm sure they had good reasons for not showing, but it still bugs me that in most of their cases no explanation was ever given. They simply were no-shows, and in a couple cases I haven't heard from them at all since that time. While I realize there are transitions in life, and along with some transitions friends take different roads, I still am bothered at times that my friends--some whom I've known for 15+ years didn't take the time to pick up the phone and explain their absence.
The five weeks of "birthing class" are behind my wife and I, and the one major thing I learned from this experience is that just because a guy (or girl) is physically mature enough to procreate doesn't mean they are mentally mature enough to become parents. One teen, who we dubbed "Ian" served as a reminder that sometimes maturity is expressed the most by what we don't say.
And while I'm enjoying life in the country, I must say that it's a transition from working jobs with those who, for the most part, hold college degrees, to working with some who have, and others who haven't, finished high school. There are times when I find myself asking me a question that a customer recently asked me. Upon finding out that I had taught school, worked as a newscaster, and had a college degree, the gentleman asked me "what are you doing working here?" At times, usually when I am able to slow down enough to ponder life, I ask myself what God has for me to learn where I'm at now. So far I don't know what He has for e here, but part of me is hoping I find out sooner rather than later.
Something has been bugging me on and off since last August. A number of my friends, some among my closest friends, said they were coming to my wedding but never showed. I'm sure they had good reasons for not showing, but it still bugs me that in most of their cases no explanation was ever given. They simply were no-shows, and in a couple cases I haven't heard from them at all since that time. While I realize there are transitions in life, and along with some transitions friends take different roads, I still am bothered at times that my friends--some whom I've known for 15+ years didn't take the time to pick up the phone and explain their absence.
The five weeks of "birthing class" are behind my wife and I, and the one major thing I learned from this experience is that just because a guy (or girl) is physically mature enough to procreate doesn't mean they are mentally mature enough to become parents. One teen, who we dubbed "Ian" served as a reminder that sometimes maturity is expressed the most by what we don't say.
And while I'm enjoying life in the country, I must say that it's a transition from working jobs with those who, for the most part, hold college degrees, to working with some who have, and others who haven't, finished high school. There are times when I find myself asking me a question that a customer recently asked me. Upon finding out that I had taught school, worked as a newscaster, and had a college degree, the gentleman asked me "what are you doing working here?" At times, usually when I am able to slow down enough to ponder life, I ask myself what God has for me to learn where I'm at now. So far I don't know what He has for e here, but part of me is hoping I find out sooner rather than later.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Enjoying the Slow Lane
Life seems to have kicked into overdrive since returning to the U.S. Between working 50 hours a week, church activities and spending time with my wife's family it seems I'm going non stop. Last night I wound up falling asleep at 8pm, on my in-law's couch, and I didn't wake up until 8am this morning (still on their couch). Today has been a nice breather. After Sunday school and church this morning, I relaxed all afternoon and then my wife and I want for a walk (to her parents' house) this evening. It's been a nice change of pace. But tomorrow, bright and early, I have to jump back on the racing tread mill of life.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Dad To Be
While I'm not exactly young, I'll be 30 next month, at times I'm still scared about becoming a father this summer. I know, I know, many, possibly even most men are fathers before they turn 30, but that doesn't mean that this first-time-dad can't be a little nervous about venturing into this (relatively) unknown part of life. Today we found out what our baby is, and that makes this feel so much more real. Not that I didn't think it was real before today, but knowing that I'm going to have a (gender omitted)in a few months makes it seem like a real baby. I'm excited about picking out a name now that I know it's going to be a (_________) and all that comes along with preparing for the baby. And as time goes on, I hear that some of the nervousness about becoming a daddy will fade away. Here's hoping.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)