I am beginning to look forward to this time of year.

Throughout the year I usually avoid sifting through my entry archives like the plague.

When I first began blogging, I would reread posts just days old, sometimes weeks.

I do not recommend it.

Doing so usually resulted in huge gaping holes in my archives.  Mainly because revisiting those words, those emotions, was too soon.  And clicking ‘Delete’ is a quick way of mediating the situation.

So now I make a concerted effort to hold off on reviewing old entries until the end of the year.  And these past few days have been a whirlwind looking back.

I laughed.  I cried.  And 150 posts later, I am still smiling.

So I have resolved to not post a list of resolutions this year.

I have mentioned here before how there is nothing “resolute” about me.  I am the most indecisive person on Earth, and the worst thing anyone could do is to give me options.

So rather than spout off a list of goals that I will most likely, probably, or maybe aim for in 2010, this year I am happy to just go with the flow. Take life as it comes.

Because in the New Year, I cannot think of anything I wish to change.  So much lies ahead in the coming months for our family, and I hope to savor every moment without having any preset bar or expectations for them.

2009 was a roller coaster emotionally, financially, and physically, but I am incredibly grateful for where I am today.  I am grateful for my extensive archives here filled with memories.   I am grateful for everything, and everyone in my life today.

Including each and every one of you who come here to visit.

Thank you.

May everything you long for inside of your heart be yours in 2010.

Happy New Year my friends.

See you on the flip side…

Nine favorites of 2009

- Sure why not, I guess not EVERYONE has seen it – Yes, I really blogged about there. Mainly because everyone did see it.

- Fo shizzle my whiz-le - This one is not about my private parts. Someone else’s, who happened to be my patient.

- Nuthin but a G-string baby – Proof that lingerie and parenthood do not mix.

- Fly away home again – How my first patient changed my career, and life.

- I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk. Get you love drunk off my hump – Why I drive these brothers crazy, and why Dadisodes can barely keep his paws off me.

- A gambler is nothing but someone who makes their living out of hope – Vegas. Gambling. Loss. Hope.  About sums up 2009.

- Male order metamorphosis – A common theme about how my husband can be brilliant, and totally clueless.  Especially with gift-giving.

- Soul food – Explains my mild OCD with rice.

- Blowin’ smoke – Exactly what it is.