When Steve was a child, he watched Mister Magoo's Christmas Carol every year. This year, Brandon is watching it with him. This kid won't stay put for anything other than Mickey Mouse, but somehow, he is contentedly watching Mister Magoo with his daddy.
Every year on Christmas Eve, mom would make goodies while Evie's Christmas Memories played on the graphanola. She went all out: she made no bake fudgies and fudge and stained glass windows and homemade candies. Us kids would help her in the kitchen and then dust and vacuum and scrub the toilets for the company... Continue Reading →
I walked by Brandon's room and thought I left the light on. My little monkey didn't like wearing his hood. First time trick-or-treating. Every time kids came to the door, he tried to go back out with them. Cheesing for the camera. Candy, candy, candy. Foreshadowing on the left.
We just returned from Christmas in Seattle. For my parents' 35th anniversary (a year late), we got them pictures of all of us. Here is my brother's family: And my little family, of course: My sister and Dan: And my favorite little brother: The original Peleskys: And the people who made us and all of our little families... Continue Reading →
I just finished up a week with my family and two days back at work.I am exhuasted.My mom tried to make Steve and I feel at home by putting us in a bed we can share.This is difficult in a house that doesn't have mattresses larger than full sized.So she and my little brother shoved... Continue Reading →
As a kid, I was one of the lucky Christian homeschoolers that could observe Halloween without rotting in hell. Well, we'll see about the consequences later, I guess. Anyway, we didn't have a lot of money, so every year we made a costume out of things around the house (see picture from last year's Halloween... Continue Reading →
Apparently fireworks are illegal in Omaha. You certainly wouldn't have known it driving through last night. Especially around the 156th/Q area. Steve and I stood in our backyard and the air was thick with smoke. It looked like special effects for a war movie. I tried to take a picture to share, but my cheap... Continue Reading →
In Flanders Fields In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now... Continue Reading →
My Valentine's day was low-key, which is exactly what I prefer. Steve made me a breakfast burrito this morning, then we worked in the basement. We had dinner reservations at Spezia, a nice Italian restaurant that neither of us has ever been to. We looked at the menu online and decided we'd rather go to... Continue Reading →
I addressed Christmas cards this evening until my index finger became indented. I insisted Steve mute the game so I could listen to Christmas songs (and I don't care what anyone says, Christina Aguilera counts). I lit a candle that smells like cider. I love these evenings. I've been writing Christmas cards since I was... Continue Reading →