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The Hangover

December 27, 2010

I’ve got a fat and sugar hangover. Too much holiday eating.

But I’m not going to get back into the healthy eating until after New Year’s Day.

And then, no more food hangovers.

You hear that?!!!

(I was just talking to myself.)

Today I’m going to begin the undecorating. Even with my fake tree and no worries about it burning the house down, there’s something to be said about taking down all the Christmas knick knacks to give the house a clean feeling. It’s the time of year when I want to go minimalist and give away everything I don’t need.

Except the creme brulee torch, the mandolin slicer, the two bundt cake pans, that watermelon shaped serving bowl, and all the other things I didn’t use once in 2010. Because I might actually use them in 2011.

Really!

Maybe.

Probably not.

Extrovert Much?

December 25, 2010

The 12 lb. prime rib roast I made today turned out fabulous! There were only 8 of us so I’ve got a whole lot of prime rib left. And I’m not sharing any of it with any of you. I like you all, but this roast is mine!

The in-laws left shortly after we ate and I took a nap because even though it’s  really easy to make prime rib, I was still exhausted from the night before.

But I didn’t take a long nap because I had Christmas gatherings to crash. I got it in my head that I wanted to drop in at my high school girlfriend’s parent’s houses. Whether my high school girlfriends were there or not. But I didn’t just drop in, I gave a bit of a heads up on Facebook.

I stopped at my high school best friend, Tammy’s, parent’s house first. She wasn’t there but I spent over an hour with her parents and a few of her siblings. Some people might have thought that would be awkward but not me. Mostly because I pretty much spent my high school years at their house, even when Tammy was gone.

Then I went to my junior high school best friend, Patty’s, parent’s house. Patty and her husband were there. Which I knew because I would have been less likely to drop in at their house had Patty not been there. I love her family, too, I’m just not as close to them as Tammy’s family.

Sorry. Thinking out loud.

It was just the best Christmas Day I’ve had in a long time.

Extrovert much?

I’m curious – would any of you/do any of you do this kind of thing, too, or are you a bit more reserved about dropping in at old friend’s parent’s houses at Christmas?

I’m Going to be the Great Aunt of a Dentist

December 25, 2010

Man, I love my family!

The house was packed last night. And it could not have made me happier. Kids spread out all over the house. Babies sleeping in my room. My niece’s new boyfriend introduced to our white trash family. Cousin dog Frankie and Stella wrestling in the back yard but behaving very well in the house. Too much food. Again.

I was exhausted and I can’t wait to do it again next year!

But first I have to get a 12 lb. prime rib roast into the oven for the in-laws today.

I figured out who my grandnephew looks like. Hermey, from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. And from the moment I figured that out, it clicked for all of us.

And so it comes to us that little Caden, now Hermey, is going to have to grow up to be a dentist. Anything else just won’t be right.

Seriously! He has a future of either a dentist or a garden gnome. And maybe he can make a living out of traveling if the Travelocity gnome has retired by working age, but he’d have more options if he became a dentist. To children. And misfit toys.

Love this baby!

Merry Christmas!

Just About Ready

December 23, 2010

I made these cookies this week. Good gravy! They are fantastic! I wish they had a better name, though. “Melt In Your Mouth Pumpkin Cookies” is a stupid cookie name. Maybe I should change it to Pumpkin Melters? I’ll think on it.

Today I’m making this. For Christmas Day’s Gingerbread/Pumpkin Trifle. Once I have a recipe for the Gingerbread/Pumpkin Trifle, I’ll share that with you, too.

I’m trying to remember what I did yesterday so I can share it with you all. Because I know you want to know what I’m doing all the time. I am that interesting. And I don’t want to disappoint you. But other than fetching stuff for the couch-ridden Big Nugget, I didn’t do much. Except run little errands and fetch Pho from a local Vietnamese restaurant. Man, I love Pho. Which is just soup. But those sneaky Vietnamese put something in it that makes you want to cry if you can’t get your hands on it. I think there’s anise in it. Which sounds odd for a soup. Believe me, it works.

I just looked for a recipe. There is anise in it. Good thing 2011 is The Year of Soup. I’ll give it a go. I bet the Thai basil also gives it that flavor that you just have to keep having.

I finished wrapping the Christmas gifts last night. We sure do have a lot of gifts under the tree for a house that’s cutting back on Christmas this year. I wrapped everything in silver paper with silver bows and a bit of chartreuse ribbon. Picture later. Maybe. You know how I am. Lazy.

Other than cleaning the house for tomorrow’s party, fetching stuff for The Big Nugget, and baking gingerbread; I’ve got a low key day.

Until I realize the fact that Christmas starts tomorrow and I have a ton of stuff to get done before the family starts arriving.

Forever 12

December 22, 2010

I’m going to share this with you because it is too precious not to share. But you are going to be sworn to secrecy. Details of secrecy follow what I’m about to tell you.

So yesterday, The Big Nugget’s surgery was for a double hernia. Which I mentioned before but you guys can’t seem to remember anything! (Said the pot to the kettles)

This morning, The Big Nugget’s mom called to check in and see how he was doing:

“Is he stiff?” she asked.

I lost it.

Lost it.

Lost.

It.

And so did she.

We are forever 12.

And now that I told you that, you are sworn to never tell The Big Nugget that I shared it with you. If you know him, don’t mention it. (You hear me, Floweer?) And if you ever meet him, you are not allowed to broach the subject of my husband’s groin-area surgery. Got it?

Good.

By the way, he was stiff this morning. But he’s in the shower now so should be good and loose once he’s done.

Showering.

Zip it.

I’ll Be The Roundabout

December 21, 2010

It’s so interesting how differently we all react to stuff. I so appreciate that other women who’ve been down this road offer up their opinion in my comments. We’re all learning! Maybe the fact that I’m such an extrovert leads me to want to talk about my cancer. Some times. Some times I don’t want to. But mostly, when I run into acquaintances, it feels like a very heavy elephant in the room. Maybe I’ll get over that when I get my frickin’ hair back!

By the way, 6 mos. post-chemo and I still have nothing curly nor thick.

Liars!

(Jane – sorry about the port thing. I had no idea it would be the most vicious scar of all!)

Now my husband, he doesn’t want to talk about stuff. Which is why he probably wouldn’t want me to tell you that he had outpatient surgery this very morning and is now hopped up on Percocet and recuperating right before my very eyes.

So, let’s bring the attention back to me. Thanks.

You know how I have told you in the past how I’m connected to just about everyone on the planet by less degrees than Kevin Bacon?

Today, while I was waiting at the hospital for The Big Nugget to wake up from surgery (he takes forEVER to wake up from general anesthesia!) I went to fetch a latte from the hospital’s coffee shop.

Somebody was in front of me when a woman came up behind me, and said, “You should get the white chocolate mocha with raspberry! It’s delicious!”

Alrighty. Didn’t ask, but thanks for the tip.

“I have to pass on the sweet stuff,” I replied, “I’ve had way too many holiday cookies this week.”

“Oh! I made these great bars with rice krispies and caramels! You should try them!” she said.

“Where’d you get the recipe from?” I asked, as if I cared. But I didn’t. Didn’t stop me from asking though.

“The Red Wing Shoe Company Cook Book,” she answered.

“I was born in Red Wing. Are you from there?” I asked.

“Born and raised!” she replied.

So I asked her if she knew my cousins and not only did she know them, her husband does my cousin, Jeff’s taxes; and she spoke at Jeff’s wife’s brother’s funeral a couple of months ago.”

I didn’t know that my cousin’s wife’s brother died. Good to know.

Very roundabout way to learn about Lynn’s brother.

Welcome to my roundabout world!

All’s Fair in My Cancer

December 20, 2010

Kate commented in my last entry, regarding people bringing up my cancer to me:

And then isn’t there also this thing where you (the person dealing with or who just dealt with cancer) are sick and tired of talking about cancer and just want to talk about Anything But? Man, is there really a best way to be or a right thing to say? It does get confusing for those of us who haven’t had cancer. You know? So not only do cancer patients have to go through all the shit, but they should wear a sign that helps us non-cancer-patient friends and acquaintances know what they want or need so we can give it to them at that particular moment. Because most of us would try, if we only knew.

Here’s my feeling about this  kind of thing. Always bring it up. If a person doesn’t want to talk about it, let them have the option about not wanting to talk about it. It’s not up to you to make that decision for them. I feel this way about death, too. When my older brother died, it was the kindest of people who would tell me that they’d heard about his death and that they were sorry. Sure, it made me feel sad. I lost my brother. I was sad. But it sure was (and is) nice talking about him.

Now, if you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t bring it up. Don’t go blaming that on the person who had cancer.

If they want to talk about their cancer and you don’t, for whatever reason, want to hear about it, let them know that you just can’t talk about it.

Like I said, it’s all so very weird.

And also? If I want to talk to you about my cancer and you tell me you just can’t talk about cancer with me? I’m not going to judge you.

I’m going to dismiss you.

God, how rude are you?

I think that’s fair, don’t you?

My cancer trumps anything you ever thought or felt.

Amen.

Said the woman who believes Man Created God.

Speaking of my cancer, when I was at the dermatologist last week, getting my face tortured, I asked him about the scar where my port catheter was. Of all the slicing and dicing I’ve gone through, that is the meanest looking scar of them all. It’s thick and dark and oh so very shiny. He told me that it would eventually flatten and lighten but I told him that I wanted a better answer. So he wrote me a prescription for this tape that’s supposed to speed up the process. Cordran Tape. It’s a topical corticosteroid. I’ve only tried it a couple of days so I’m not sure how well it’s working. Just thought I’d put it out there, in case you really cared about me and wanted to know where I was with my cancer. But didn’t want to ask.

;0)