Happy 2007

I've always liked January. Enough chill in the air to wear a sweater all day, crisp blue skies, an unblemished calendar on the kitchen wall...It's just nice, that's all. Fresh and nice.

So happy January....in which we celebrate the lives of both my children's patrons (Sts. Basil the Great and Juliana of Lazarevo), the month of the garnet, named after the Roman god of the doorway as it is the door of the year, the month when gold was first discovered by settlers in California, and most notably, National Soup Month in the U.S. (thank you wikipedia).

Our celebration of the New Year was spent at home watching a crass but admittedly funny Will Farrell movie, pizza and Chilean cabernet while the kids slept. I was honestly happy to stay home. I am a borderline intro/extrovert who leans heavily on the introverted side especially come midnight. I never completely enjoy New Year's Eve get-togethers...driving home so late amongst tipsy and exhausted operators of heavy machinery that happen to be whizzing by, wishing I could just be cuddled up in my sheets. Yep, I am a party pooper.

I do have fun childhood memories of eating fun finger foods, watching a movie and then going outside to bang pots and pans at midnight with my sister and parents. One year before Aaron and I were married, we caught the turn of the clock while sitting in a theatre watching that bad remake of Mr. Magoo. But to top them all, my dad actually had to get me out of bed for the big Y2K. I may have just said "happy new year" and gone back to bed, I can't even remember. I just wasn't interested. My kids will wonder why I didn't do anything exciting at the turn of the century just like I wondered why people couldn't recall what they were doing when Kennedy was shot. I'll probably regret it some day.

Well, go make some soup, look up at the sky and have a blessed 2007!