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shalannaChanukah began just a few minutes ago (here in Dallas), at sundown.
Is there any reason I couldn't celebrate BOTH holidays? I don't see why not. In fact, I still think there are several festivals and feasts that I ought to get to do because they weren't done away with by the new covenant. Seven more days of presents and feasting and games! Only problem is. . . .
I'm exhausted.
We've all three (hubby, me, Mama) had some kind of mild flu all week. I have had a sinus infection hanging on since late spring, and finally two weeks ago the doctor gave me that liquid Zithromax, the postmodern version of a shotgun antibiotic. Ten days later, I still wasn't well, so we went on the 23rd and he gave me Levaquin. I got okay fairly soon after that, so it may have been a delayed "fix" from the Z stuff. *However*, Mama came down with chills/fever/sore throat, and we called the doctor back to get her some pills. Hubby started feeling ill on the evening of the 23rd, but is managing without the pills (probably doesn't have the sinus infection, just the viral component.)
All this meant that everyone was afraid to come here, and we were too sick to journey to the new location, so we missed the family Christmas. The other two said they were just as happy lying around watching the tube and playing with their new presents. I wish I could have gotten on the bus and gone to the party. But everyone was afraid I might still be able to pass along that virus. (sigh)
Anyhow . . . we'll go have a celebration later in the week. I suppose I needed the rest.
The hit of the holiday gift shower has been a "Wheel of Fortune" game that plugs into your TV. It's all self-contained and has a wheel that you actually spin. I picked it up at first thinking I'd get it for my brother-in-law who likes puzzles, but then I realized *I* needed it so I could have everyone play if they got tired of eating and doing the Karaoke machine. As it turned out, we ended up playing a three-player game after Christmas dinner (lunch, actually) that lasted about four hours. !!! And I don't even like computer games, in general. My eyes got eyestrain and I had to take a nap after that. I awoke to find the dog chewing on something that looked and sounded suspiciously like a HUGE wad of Mama's nicotine gum . . . panic! The vet once told me that if I even suspected he got hold of some, I must make him throw up and go to the emergency clinic. He's only a 9 lb. Pomeranian, after all. So I snatched him up and got whatever it was out of his mouth. It was bigger than a gumball and really looked like "pre-owned" gum, but had a brownish cast, unlike the nicotine gum she is addicted to. We all started clawing at the mushy ball and finally sliced it open to analyze it and realized it was one of those paper shells that you bake cupcakes/muffins in . . . he must've found it on the floor or under a chair where hubby balled it up and left it, smelled the muffin crumbs, and thought he'd really found a prize. Relief!
But he isn't supposed to have sweets. He has a delicate stomach. Seriously, if he eats stuff he isn't supposed to have, I have to put him in the sink and wash his fuzzy little butt and hope he hasn't already swiped it across the upholstery . . . not fun.
And I really, REALLY MUST vacuum more thoroughly.
At any rate, thanks for reading my most secret inner thoughts once again, and I hope you had a great, relaxing, and rewarding [$winterholiday of choice]. *grin*
Is there any reason I couldn't celebrate BOTH holidays? I don't see why not. In fact, I still think there are several festivals and feasts that I ought to get to do because they weren't done away with by the new covenant. Seven more days of presents and feasting and games! Only problem is. . . .
I'm exhausted.
We've all three (hubby, me, Mama) had some kind of mild flu all week. I have had a sinus infection hanging on since late spring, and finally two weeks ago the doctor gave me that liquid Zithromax, the postmodern version of a shotgun antibiotic. Ten days later, I still wasn't well, so we went on the 23rd and he gave me Levaquin. I got okay fairly soon after that, so it may have been a delayed "fix" from the Z stuff. *However*, Mama came down with chills/fever/sore throat, and we called the doctor back to get her some pills. Hubby started feeling ill on the evening of the 23rd, but is managing without the pills (probably doesn't have the sinus infection, just the viral component.)
All this meant that everyone was afraid to come here, and we were too sick to journey to the new location, so we missed the family Christmas. The other two said they were just as happy lying around watching the tube and playing with their new presents. I wish I could have gotten on the bus and gone to the party. But everyone was afraid I might still be able to pass along that virus. (sigh)
Anyhow . . . we'll go have a celebration later in the week. I suppose I needed the rest.
The hit of the holiday gift shower has been a "Wheel of Fortune" game that plugs into your TV. It's all self-contained and has a wheel that you actually spin. I picked it up at first thinking I'd get it for my brother-in-law who likes puzzles, but then I realized *I* needed it so I could have everyone play if they got tired of eating and doing the Karaoke machine. As it turned out, we ended up playing a three-player game after Christmas dinner (lunch, actually) that lasted about four hours. !!! And I don't even like computer games, in general. My eyes got eyestrain and I had to take a nap after that. I awoke to find the dog chewing on something that looked and sounded suspiciously like a HUGE wad of Mama's nicotine gum . . . panic! The vet once told me that if I even suspected he got hold of some, I must make him throw up and go to the emergency clinic. He's only a 9 lb. Pomeranian, after all. So I snatched him up and got whatever it was out of his mouth. It was bigger than a gumball and really looked like "pre-owned" gum, but had a brownish cast, unlike the nicotine gum she is addicted to. We all started clawing at the mushy ball and finally sliced it open to analyze it and realized it was one of those paper shells that you bake cupcakes/muffins in . . . he must've found it on the floor or under a chair where hubby balled it up and left it, smelled the muffin crumbs, and thought he'd really found a prize. Relief!
But he isn't supposed to have sweets. He has a delicate stomach. Seriously, if he eats stuff he isn't supposed to have, I have to put him in the sink and wash his fuzzy little butt and hope he hasn't already swiped it across the upholstery . . . not fun.
And I really, REALLY MUST vacuum more thoroughly.
At any rate, thanks for reading my most secret inner thoughts once again, and I hope you had a great, relaxing, and rewarding [$winterholiday of choice]. *grin*
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Date: 2005-12-25 04:52 pm (UTC)Welcome!
Date: 2005-12-26 09:44 pm (UTC)Are you a writer, too? Or are you sane? *grin*