As of this past midnight, my eldest child can legally buy and be served alcohol in all of 50 states. Which she is probably indulging in all day long, this being a Sunday. Hopefully, within the boundaries of just her home state and maintaining at least a hint of sensible limits. Which leads to an
Category Archives: Celebrations
I lack patience to create a proper gallery album with pictures from the recent celebration of Kimmy’s Bat-Mitzva, so instead I am just posting a small selection here. You may have already seen a couple of them on Facebook, posted by our photographer. These are primarily pictures of us. Those of the guests who were
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To all my friends, occasional readers, and their families I wish the happiest and most prosperous New Year! May it bring you joy, success and only the pleasant surprises!
In the last few years, among all of the celebrations of family birthdays, anniversaries, reunions, and even national holidays, this particular date has descended into relative obscurity. I might have completely forgotten it by now if my Mom did not bring it up during the Thanksgiving dinner the other day. Twenty years ago today our
New Jersey legislature came up with a grand idea some time ago to raise the legal driving age to 18 years old. Leaving aside the discussion on the merits of that decision, we will instead note that the new law went into effect for children born after December 31st, 1994. Which means my eldest child
I live in a house full of women, so it behooves me to remember an occasion as important as the International Women’s Day. It used to be easier to remember in my youth, when the day was marked by a non-working state holiday (for either gender), but nowadays I simply rely on my wife to
Guess who hit double-digits today!?
To all my friends, near and far, real space or online, and to any accidental reader as well, have a very happy new year! By different measures, the upcoming 2010 will be the most boring and the most exciting year for us in a decade. I wish that your year leans more towards excitement. Let
My oldest friends still recall that November day years ago when I came to classes dressed in a tie and a suit. I don’t know about you but at the college I attended dressing like that marked you out among the crowd of fellow students. I explained that it happened to be my wife’s birthday
In the fourth year of this blog’s existence, I regressed to the point of neglecting to commemorate one of my children’s birthday. Let’s pretend that it was by design and that I wanted to conceal the fact that I am old enough to have a 15-year-old daughter… Becky’s birthday kicked off our fall celebration season
Happy birthday, Kimmy!
I don’t care much about Valentine’s Day. A commercially-driven imperative to inflate your expression of love for your significant other on a specific day of the year sounds like a wrong concept to me. I am not counting, but I am pretty sure that I tell Natasha that I love her every day of the
After greeting Christmas just a week ago with the song that I most associated with Christmas in my youth, I figured that I need to do the same for the New Year’s. At least, as far as the English language goes. Never mind that it’s sung by a quartet of Swedes. May the New Year
My lovely wife is 18 again today, prompting mass celebrations in all corners of the world. The outpouring of congratulatory notes and phone calls has been overwhelming, so a new channel in the form of the comments thread to this post had to be authorized. The birthday girl herself plans to celebrate in style, by
Natasha, I love you! We’ve been together for half of our lives, and married for the last 17. Counting each year for three1, we passed our golden anniversary a few months back. It does feel as if it has been longer, in a good sense. I can barely remember the time when I was not
One of the most important dates in my life is the day I met Natasha. We were really young then, yet somehow managed to recognize that we were meant for each other, if not at first sight, then definitely at the second one. We actually saw one another for the first time a couple of
This year, Becky started celebrating her birthday a bit ahead of time, with a now commonplace invasion of her schoolmates for a sleepover. I customarily holed myself up in my study, trying in vain to ignore the squealing that permeated the house. Today started very similarly to that famous day fourteen years ago – Natasha
Kimmy’s heart all but melted, as we woke her up early in the morning with a chorus of “Happy Birthday to You”, accompanied by a cake with requisite candle-blowing, followed by the exciting procedure of opening presents. Just as she requested last night, before going to bed. Happy birthday, Кузька! My two kids have reached
If there is one day when I am wholly proud to have been born and raised in the former USSR, it is today. Anyone who shares my background has at least one person in their extended family tree who either gave their lives in the Great Patriotic War or marched to the victory with the