oh! 9

I have to admit, I have pretty high expectations for this coming year. I have resolutions that I'm *hoping*, *praying* I keep. Some of my goals are cliche, and some are more obscure. Last year I had about 4 resolutions, only 1 of which actually came into fruition (I learned how to sew).

I'm not gonna tell you what my new (or repeated from last year, darn you '08 goals) because I don't want to be held accountable. How's that for determination?

I know 2009 is going to be a good year, it HAS to be better than this past year. 2008 overall was ok (I mean, come on, I did get to work at the State Fair making elephant ears), but honestly it had some really craptastic moments.

With that said, I'm beyond ready to get it on with 2009 and leave 2008 as a distant memory. I'm hoping me and oh nine can be good friends. I've been told that friends don't let friends gain weight (or at least if they do, they tell them straightaway before it gets grossly out of hand).

So, I'm writing this morning to wish you a less-stinky, 2009. I'm cheering you on that all your self-inflicted goals are met with zeal. If your new years resolution is to make your bed every day, I hope you achieve it. Go ahead and bounce a quarter off that crisp sheet with a smile...

If your brave enough, tell me what your working on this year. I promise when I see you I won't ask about it and make you feel like a failure when it's not working out for ya.

Cheers!