Karl and Angela Rees

So nothing seemed to work this week.  Our computer had a major crash, and it took most of the evenings this week to fix it.  Karl’s phone had to be replaced.  We couldn’t figure out how to salvage the sprinkler system in our side yard.  read more »

Christmas Eve was a mix of the familiar—German potato salad, brats, Rees-recipe sugar cookies—and the new—being parents to a kid who is old enough to understand what’s going on.  read more »

We got the house.  Consequently, much of our week concentrated around obtaining a loan, cursing at the medical center who sent a $25 bill to collections 6 years ago because they had a wrong address (which is now costing us .25-.5% interest on our mortgage loan), soliciting bids for all sorts of home repairs, and l  read more »

Happy New Year!  It was a half holiday week for us, with Karl working Tuesday while Angela and Thomas ran all sorts of errands.  Thomas sure appreciated being at home and sleeping in his own crib, but we can tell he also missed Angela’s family.  read more »

No, it’s not your imagination.  December just skipped a week.  Or we did.  Either way, it’s been a crazy month.  The week before last we occupied ourselves with all sorts of festivities.  Monday night (the 8th), we went to see a crèche exhibit in Palo Alto.  There were nativities from all over the world.  It was pretty cool, and we think Thomas enjoyed it as well, except he missed the puppet show due to traffic.   Tuesday night Karl played Frisbee and Wednesday night we had home teachers over.   read more »

Karl worked a lot at the beginning of last week to get everything in order for the holiday. But we had a lot of fun hanging out together over the holiday. Wednesday night we played games with Wayne and Becky.  read more »

Have you ever noticed how, perhaps moreso than any other holiday, Americans obsess over making sure people have "a place to go" for Thanksgiving?  This thought occurred to me in my interactions with co-workers last week?  As with most holiday work-weeks, conversations inevitably turned to what we were doing for the holiday--but, more often than not, the discourse revolved around the question of "do you have a place to go for Thanksgiving" as opposed to "are you doing anything special for Thanksgiving."  The assumption, of course, appeared to be that NOT havi  read more »