New Year, New Me

New Years Eve, I planned to make a huge pot of potato soup. You can’t go wrong on a cold day with hot potatoes, ham, sautéed onions, and parmesan cheese.

So, a run to the local grocery store was in order. We’re seeing record low temperatures for central Mississippi. I had the following conversation with every person I met:

“Hi. How are you?”

“Good, but it’s cold out.”

“And only going to get colder. Happy new year.”

“Same to you. Stay warm.”

If Southern folks can’t agree on anything else, the consensus is usually the same on cold weather and ice. My cashier said that they were running low on milk and bread as is the norm for extreme weather in Mississippi.

My soup was tasty and my cornbread was pretty and also tasty. I haven’t made a sweet potato pie in a while so that was on the menu as well.

My husband’s Mimi and mom couldn’t make it so me and my best bud took them a big bowl of soup, cornbread, and pie. Molly enjoyed visiting and had to sniff out the whole area.

I decided that my inner child would enjoy some fireworks. Tony is suffering from a bad cold so he stood in the back door and watched me fire off a few. After a few minutes, I knew it was too cold. I headed in and got in my warm pajamas, fuzzy house shoes, and cuddled up under my blanket.

While Tony and I watched t.v., I reflected on my year.

I’ve been seeing New Year, New Me posts. I don’t intend to be a new me. I like me. Do I need some bettering? Yes, but don’t we all. I don’t want to be a new me. I want to be a better me in 2018.

Better reader.

Better writer.

Better friend.

Better wife.

Better employee.

Better me and all that means. 

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