Belly-Dancing in the New Year

Decked out to Pary
Originally uploaded by jmsmall2005.

Welcome to 2007, a year marked by one question: should or should one not go to one's 10 year high school reunion?

Okay, so maybe the success of the entire year is actually NOT hanging in the balance of that one question.

We spent the last few moments of 2006 marveling at a superb belly-dance show at the Lebanese Taverna, where we participated in Mezza Madness (translation: eating kibbeh, fatoush, and hommos until very very ill). Between dances, we discussed the highlights of the year (travel to Abuja for Jason, rereading the "Emily" books and organizing the hall closet for me) and the possibilities for 2007. Jason does not believe in making new years resolutions, but here are a couple of mine:

1. Learn to make croissants. (A very dangerous thing to do if one cares about carb intake, alas.)
2. Read something by Virginia Woolf from cover to cover. (As opposed to the frightened, incomplete dabbling I've done for the past two years.)
3. Call my Gramps and write my Grandad. (The least I can do as a grateful grandchild.)
4. Take a dance lesson. (Belly dance? Ah, but my Nazarene hips simply cannot move that fast. Perhaps I can lure Jason to a ballroom class...)
5. Fly fish. (Just once, just to try it again. Who knows, maybe I'll turn out to be a Johnson after all!)

In the spirit of newness, I've given us a whole new look. Thoughts? Hate it? Love it? Also, the photo album is enhanced as well. Enjoy!