Midnight pizza and beef fried rice

Yup.  That's how we rang in the year 2013.  Pizza delivered right to our door during Mr. D's preparing the beef fried rice which recipe he looked up on the internet, not from yours truly.  Does that make you wonder what his opinion is of his wife's cooking skill?  Mmm-hmmm, I suggest you don't answer the question.

New year's resolutions? I have none.  After many years of making new year resolutions and forgetting most of them by the second week of January, I've decided to spare myself the embarrassment and disappointment this year.  Instead, I picked one word as my guide for this year:  ORGANIZE.  Interpret it whichever way you want.  Better yet, do what the kids do: make a word with each letter.  O for Oregon? R for Raspberry? You get the idea.  I'll try to pick some words that do relate to the word "organize" and carve them onto my thick skull.

A very good start, physically, for Mr. D and me.  Indeed it was:  we ran 2 miles together, outside, in the cold.  While I was clothed in long-sleeve running shirt, jacket, a pair of thick running leggings, a hat, ear bags and gloves; Mr. D was in a sweatshirt and shorts.   Yes, the sun was shining but the temperature was freezing 36 degree.  He did well (or to repeat what I said to him "Man, you kicked my butt!")  There is going to be much running around togetherness between us...oh, it's going to be so much fun!

Because we burnt some calories (isn't this always the best excuse to have an open season on eating?)  I made beef noodles for dinner.  This gesture certainly had NOTHING to do with Mr. D's beef fried rice the night before.  None whatsoever.  However, I did take a picture of beef noodles.

So here is a Happy New Year to us all.