The year of 9.

I think I figured out that in numerology, 2011 will be a 9 year for me. Which means the end of a lot of things, and the promises of new things. (from what I gather).

Let's hope it will be the end of my uber expensive smoking habit and a newly OWNED house. Meaning not rented...meaning I can paint rooms or have pink plastic flamingos in my yard if I wanted. Maybe a whole zoo of them. So other neighbors secretly despise me?

I really love smoking. I know, I KNOW! It's bad for you, it stinks, it's expensive, it effects others around you. Eating a big Mac isn't healthy for you either, but according to McDonalds more milk and apples are ate there than anywhere else...or did I misunderstand that commercial? Either way, sad.

I will really miss the nicotine. Actually I think I will miss the "breaks" I associate with smoking. It's my excuse for quiet time. To get away from everyone else. To have an intimate conversation with my husband.

I know that doesn't mean I can't do those things anymore, but if I want to quit I can't do them for a while.

Whew. Either way. Good luck to you if you are able to maintain your resolutions...and if you don't, well don't feel too bad...I'm pretty sure 99% of the population doesn't either.

Oh, and who the heck is Patience anyways!?

Do you want to know that Patience does not make a very good impression on me!?! Patience is like a ghost child playing hide n' seek in the backyard of my brain! Patience laughs at me and taunts me and is truly a very unruly thing...


Is it so wrong to think that maybe it is my own time to shine. My life's time. Have I not waited with Patience for the many wonders of those things that come to those that wait?


My inner child has been with Patience...waiting, contenting to window shop her dreams in vivid imagery. Directing her hopes like the most Oscar Winning director can direct. All the nooks and crannies cleaned, polished, organized, done and redone to perfection.


and Patience laughs and says, "Silly girl! but what do you want that you don't have already?"


And I will match that laugh with cyanide and say, "Well Patience, since I'm feeling like a five year old...I would like a house! As if that wasn't obvious!"


...and then I go back to window shopping.