Today, Yesterday, Last week, I got my first post-chemo haircut. I was going to post about it that day, then the day after, then life and stuff and Moranfest (some people call that the holiday season) got in the way. Anyway, I’ve come to the realization that just like before, I can’t fight the curl. But, at least I could get the sideburns trimmed up so they stop trying to fly away. As for the rest, we will just have to see. I’m thinking I’ll settle on a funky, somewhat messy pixie.
Christmas Eve was spent at my MIL’s house. It was fun, delicious, and chaotic – just the way we like it.
Every year, twice a year (Christmas and New Year’s Eve), my BIL, Tony, makes rumaki.
And every year, my mom is jealous, because… rumaki! Now that my parents and MIL live in the same town, I decided to make a special Christmas delivery – a quick run to my parents’ house to bring them a small plate of rumaki. In return, my mom sent me back with three brownies.
Every year, we do some sort of gift exchange. Usually, it’s been the type where we draw names. Last year, for the adults, we drew names and bought each other books. This year, we changed it up a bit. We (adults) all had to pick something we couldn’t live without, and give it to the other adults (along gender lines). The gift was to remind the recipient of the givers every time it got used. I immediately knew the one thing I can’t live without, and, of course, personalized it to make sure they thought of me with each use.
Needless to say, it was quite a hit. And, because I ordered extras, you never know when you might be the lucky recipient of a Me-TP stealth gift, such as the one above that I left in my parents’ guest bathroom on Christmas Day.
Yes, my mom made Christmas Day dinner, much to the bafflement of my MIL. She can’t understand why my Jewish parents have Christmas dinner. Growing up, we always spent Christmas Eve with their friends, eating, listening to/singing carols, decorating their tree, exchanging gifts, and having a blast. Now, because there are only two of them left in the area, my mom makes Christmas dinner and invites them over. It’s a nice twist on an old tradition. Besides, for all of us, the most important aspect of any holiday is being together.
Have safe and happy NYE. See you next year!