A Word About The New Year, And Resolutions--Old And New

So here we are...back at the beginning.

Happy New Year everyone!

I made a resolution last year--a secret one. I vowed to publish at least 52 posts for the year--an average of one post per week. Done. Over done! I'm pretty sure that's the first New Year's Resolution I've ever faithfully fulfilled. This makes me righteous and rather awesome, wouldn't you agree?  I see no need to reissue the resolution.  I'm in the habit now, and a post per week should be the very least you all can expect from me from here on out.

I settled on a new resolution early last month.  I was planning to keep this one hush hush too, thus avoiding the crippling pressure of accountability and expectation.  But I managed to get myself a little tipsy New Year's Eve, and found myself blabbing it to the whole party.

"I've decided to read a book--in Norweeeeegian!" I slurred, with wholly unjustifiable hubris.

Our hostess is quite the enthusiastic reader, and before I could say "suckers, I was only kidding" she was up plucking dusty tome after dusty tome off her well-stocked bookshelves.  Norwegian books, by Norwegian authors, in the Norweeeeeegian vernacular....one of them anyway.  After nixing anything old, or mired in too obscure and annoying a dialect, my one-book commitment had turned into three.  Now anytime Mister sees me with a book in my hands, he feels at liberty to ask, "Is it Norwegian?  Is it?  Is it?"  Damn my loose, drunken tongue!

How about you lot?  Any resolutions you care to share with me?  I promise not to throw them back in your faces until Christmas.  It'll give me something write on your Christmas cards, which I do now solemnly resolve to actually write on next year!  I'm still feeling rather guilty about stuffing this year's into an envelope without so much as a signature. 

I took some pictures New Year's Eve.  None of them very good.  It goes without saying that, in addition to all the reading and writing I will be doing over the course of the new year, mastering the art of digital photography will be high on my to-do list.

This is what Boy and his cousin had to say about the fresh crab served to them for dinner:

This is what Elder Miss had to say about the control top panty hose I struggled to squeeze myself into after three weeks of holiday eating:

And this....I have no idea how I did this:

But how freaking cool would that have been if it had been framed properly, and you could she her face and shit!  Next year, people.  I'll get that shot next year!