If 2008 was the year of the Rat, 2009 will be the year of the Hot Dog.

So… around this time last year, I predicted good things for me since 2008 was the year of the rat. Supposedly this would be my year. I'd rock the shingles out of it and be too tired for 2009.

Things didn't go as planned. We had a few obstacles along our road to peace, love and cheese.

I blame myself.

You see, I am not the optimistic person I pretended to be on that post last year. I am the type of person that hopes for the best but plans for the worst. I don't consider myself a pessimist though because I don't go around saying things like "OMG! I just know the river is going to enter our home, eat all our popcorn and then have explosive diarrhea in our bathroom!" it's more like "Well, I hope the river doesn't come into the house but if it does, offer the bastard a piece of cheesecake as we're kicking its ass out the door."

See?

There is a difference.

This is just an example of how my year has been. We were driving to my in-laws on Christmas day and I noticed a gorgeous deer so I took a picture of it. This is what I got.

It seems my camera was too slow and the deer decided to show me its ass instead. Screw you, deer. SCREW YOU.

So this time, my predictions for next year are as follows:

1- Andy and I will struggle with money but we will always have enough for a hot dog.

B- The old ladies at work will bug the shit out of me every day but at least I'll have a job to pay for hot dogs.

2- Andy and I will get into our usual daily weekly fights but we'll make up over hot dogs.

3- The squirrels will dig up my flowers but I'll poison them and watch them die while I'm eating a hot dog.

Z- I will have family/friends who will offer me hot dogs if we happen to run out.

I'm ready to start a new year. It might be worse but you know what? I don't expect much from it this time around.

2008 did bring us some joy. Like the birth of my niece. That was pretty cool.

Although, she did vomit on me when I was carrying her and since the universe likes to stick its screws in me in the most unusual of ways, the vomit went right down my blouse. My low cut-blouse. Yuck!

But! She's a cute kid and I think we'll keep her.

My goals or "resolutions" for this year are simple.

1- Don't lose my socks like I do ever year.

2- L o s e my patience at all appropriate times.

3- I will throw a huge tantrum every time I get booed off the stage when playing Guitar Hero or Rock Band.

The end.

Here's to a year full of family, friends (online and real life) laughter and happiness.

Happy New Year

*hot dog stands for hot dog and nothing else. It does not stand for anything sexual. Let's try to get our minds out of the gutter in the New Year, m'mkay? Maybe that's why 2008 was so crappy? You know, because we were all sinners?

P.S.

I will be re-organizing my blog over the weekend. This means I'm moving stuff from my sidebar to the navigation bar up top so I can showcase my cool new look that AngieSS was awesome enough to give me. If you have me on your blogroll but don't see yourself on mine, let me know so I may link you.