Found my debit card. It was between a bunch of career fair business cards in my purse. Sorry Hunter Parrish look alike. I'm glad I only glared at you and didn't scream and curse. Now I must wait 7-10 business days for a new card so I can spend money again. That's what I get... Continue Reading →
Starbucks, missing debit card, and a bee
A Saturday morning tradition of mine has been going to get Starbucks and a Winchell's donut (yeah, I know it's spelled "doughnut" but that spelling really bothers me for some reason. I think it's needlessly long for a food with a hole in it). In our new house, it takes an extra twenty minutes to... Continue Reading →
wish list
I love buying stuff. But I have to be careful. My husband is a frugal accountant. I would love to go on a giant shopping spree once a season and buy whatever I wanted and then wait until the next season to buy again. Instead, I must buy something here and something there, little things... Continue Reading →
packrat
There's an old men's tale that women grow up to be just like their moms. Guys would claim, "don't get married to a girl until you've seen what her mom looks like; she'll look just like that in 20 years." In this respect, I attracted a few guys. Well, maybe it was just my mom... Continue Reading →
Street of dreams
I went to the street of dreams with my sister tonight. It's a Pelesky girls tradition. We've been ogling houses, furniture, and decorations we can't afford since the beginning of time. OK, twist my arm. I would take this kitchen. And because I'm feeling generous, I will take this bar for Steve for the basement,... Continue Reading →
Monday night football
As I looked around the sports bar tonight, I realized I was the only woman there who wasn't wearing an apron. I'm no sports fanatic, but I would like to think the men don't hate it when I come along. Many women have no idea how to watch football without being annoying. There are ups... Continue Reading →
Mr. Campbell in 8D
Today on the plane didn't start out well. Steve was feeling terrible and as a result I had to be the responsible one, which would never be my first choice. Given any choice, the word "responsible" would never be used in conjunction with me in any situation. I gave Steve the window seat (I did... Continue Reading →
a night without armor
I love poems. I love knowing the deepest part of a person that is exposed through their poetry. I do not discriminate. I like all poets. Famous or not. You will laugh when you hear who one of my favorite poets is. Think of a pretty blond with crooked teeth. No, not the vampire from... Continue Reading →
life or something like it
Do you ever imagine a life different than the one you have? I do. Not wishing or hoping, just wondering. Had I not ended up with Steve, I don't imagine things would be any better: I only imagine much worse. Like three kids in a two-bedroom apartment. Or maybe a nice house but neglected and... Continue Reading →
home sweet home
So nice to feel like a part of my family's lives again. To know little idiosyncrasies about each other again. Like Chad laughing at how frazzled I get when Sonic the Hedgehog goes underwater and I have to find a giant bubble to prevent drowning. Like mom knowing what kind of hard-to-find soup I like... Continue Reading →
holly pelesky 