Christmas is always an odd time of the year. It has been even odder since 93, when Jay and I had our first Christmas together. My family was still getting used to the idea of my Jewish boyfriend and they were at a loss of how to deal with Christmas.In some ways, they still are, but we are getting better.

We spent the holiday in Buffalo, where I grew up. My parents decided not to come up given mom’s blood clots (they are still in her lungs, but now it is just a wait and let them dissolve situation). The doctors want mom to walk around every hour or so of car riding and she wasn’t comfortable with that. My sister was kind enough to host us. We came a day early so we could see all three of her kids play hockey. I got to watch my niece score a goal and Jay watched a practice for my middle nephew and the JV game of my oldest nephew.

It was a busy busy few days with much frenzy and bad food. As part of this, we spent the Christmas morning with my friend Becky and her family. This year, we held brunch at her parent’s house. The house is where I lived from age 3 to age 6. Becky’s family bought the house from my parents and we’ve been friends since. We moved only a street away. This brought me back to my hometown which is not Buffalo itself, but a tiny little town that nobody has heard of. Except Chicagomom, who apparently lived in this town during this time. She didn’t go to the school, otherwise, I would have known her then. Trust me, the school is THAT small.

When I found out that Chicagomom lived in my town (it’s so small that I claim it, Bwahahaha), it really freaked me out. As in NOBODY has heard of this town unless you’ve lived in WNY and happened to be in another small town that played us in high school sports..

Anyway, the weekend was crazy and I am glad that we didn’t go overboard on presents. And except for the introduction to Build-a-Bear (damn it) . The girls  didn’t get too much.

So I am back, and I now need to catch up on my bloggers. I’ve been reading, but not posting..