This year, for New Year's Day, my family and I pretty much sat around doing nothing.
I took a shower and made panini with my new grill/griddle. And I packed up my car. But that's pretty much the only thing I did.
Last year, we did much the same. Lots of laziness. But last year ended with a bang. Or a crash, anyway.
While my parents were in the kitchen doing dishes, I was watching The 40 Year-Old Virgin with my grandma. (On a side note, I don't recommend watching that one with your grandparents.)
I was simultaneously laughing and cringing when I heard a crash from the kitchen. Then I think I might have heard a four-letter word and some shuffling around.
My dad came in after a few minutes and said "Guess I'd better take your mom to the emergency room."
Some of you know my dad. And if you do, you know that you can never quite believe him. So when he mentioned the emergency room, I thought he was joking.
Then my mom came in with a paper towel wrapped around her hand and a horrible look on her face. "Oh. You're serious?"
While Dad put his shoes on, Mom rocked back and forth. Then she lifted the paper towel to look at her hand. Her face went white and she headed to the bathroom. She managed to not get sick and Dad whisked her away.
Mamo and I sat there in a bit of shock. We really didn't have a good grasp on what had happened. What did I do when I recovered?
At least I finished the dishes!
This year seems to be starting out better for Mom. She managed to get through the day all in one piece and without bloodshed.
I'm hoping this is a good sign for me, as well.
With several good times already in store, I'm excited about the new year. I'm putting out the positive energy and ready to go!
Bring it on, 2007!
I'm crossing my fingers for all of you, too! Happy New Year!