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Christmas was lovely. I wasn't upset or frustrated, minus being woken up before the pills had really worn off, i think. opening gifts, konig still tired from yesterday, michelle as santa. alex's last gift was an arcade bundle for the xbox360, and that did it for him, though i really think he enjoyed the tron movie i managed to get him. giving this year was way better than recieving, although i do enjoy the gifts i have. a surprise gift was a rice cooker, so now i'm obsessed with rice cooking and asian food all over again. cooking with dog really got to me.
christmas eve was pretty cool, though we went to the nine thirty church service and i was a bit against it. but i really enjoyed the carols and the choirs, and there was a different reverend there this time. by the time we got home, though, i was in more than a bit of pain, and i was a bit snappy. but fondue had been amazing, conversation, food and family. after the ibuprofin kicked in around eleven, i was able to enjoy the spirit - it helped that so many people sent konig gifts, i'm sure he got more treats than i did. :] I got to help him open his gifts, and he got i think, three toys, two bags of begging bacon strips, one ham bone, one bag of rawhide chews, and something else that i'm probably forgetting.
my mom worked insanely hard to make sure we all had a good christmas, as did my dad, though he was more inclined to simply spend money than make food - i'm being slightly unfair, as he did make the main meal today. For some reason, we always have "roast beast" and I always think of the grinch. it's not a bad comparison at all though.
physical therapy is tomorrow, and the muscle relaxants and medicines have stopped working as well as they did when they were shiny and new. if i had known...well i don't know what i would have known. i'm just glad i'm getting treatment, and if it gets better, it gets better.
all in all, christmas this year was a relaxing pair of days spent entirely with family, and i hope that the coming new year will be as kind as this year was. i think there's a correlation with believing in santa and out household's cooking tradition, as we've not left him cookies this year, and we didn't the last, but he still came. even though i recognize that the commercial santa we're supposed to revere doesn't actually exist, i still believe in him, and the ideals that he surmises. i'm beginning to realize how tough parents have it, i guess.
christmas eve was pretty cool, though we went to the nine thirty church service and i was a bit against it. but i really enjoyed the carols and the choirs, and there was a different reverend there this time. by the time we got home, though, i was in more than a bit of pain, and i was a bit snappy. but fondue had been amazing, conversation, food and family. after the ibuprofin kicked in around eleven, i was able to enjoy the spirit - it helped that so many people sent konig gifts, i'm sure he got more treats than i did. :] I got to help him open his gifts, and he got i think, three toys, two bags of begging bacon strips, one ham bone, one bag of rawhide chews, and something else that i'm probably forgetting.
my mom worked insanely hard to make sure we all had a good christmas, as did my dad, though he was more inclined to simply spend money than make food - i'm being slightly unfair, as he did make the main meal today. For some reason, we always have "roast beast" and I always think of the grinch. it's not a bad comparison at all though.
physical therapy is tomorrow, and the muscle relaxants and medicines have stopped working as well as they did when they were shiny and new. if i had known...well i don't know what i would have known. i'm just glad i'm getting treatment, and if it gets better, it gets better.
all in all, christmas this year was a relaxing pair of days spent entirely with family, and i hope that the coming new year will be as kind as this year was. i think there's a correlation with believing in santa and out household's cooking tradition, as we've not left him cookies this year, and we didn't the last, but he still came. even though i recognize that the commercial santa we're supposed to revere doesn't actually exist, i still believe in him, and the ideals that he surmises. i'm beginning to realize how tough parents have it, i guess.