Magic Eight Ballin'

In the continuum that is my 36-years on the planet, 2008 will go down as a "just-to-the-right-side-of-the-dial" year in Flaningan-land. Family is great. Health is great (minus the calf-tear incident that has left me with a calf muscle that clicks. Yes, CLICKS). Oh, and I also discovered that in a past life I was a vietnamese fisherman. It's a long story...

Not too bad. But, 2009 has already started off with a bang! Job of a lifetime, the discovery of a new chicken place whose food just might play a part in solving the mid-east peace crisis, and Flight of the Conchords begins anew. What more can you ask for? I blame the black-eyed peas and steamed cabbage for this run of unbridled fortune. My buddy Gary and his daughter came over on New Years day with black-eyed peas and cabbage in tow, beginning this run of luck.

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• Seriously, Paul's going to learn to converse in Spanish this year. ¡Ningunas excusas! Soy muy serio sobre esto (Translation: The work cubicle smells like leathery soup). I really need some help with this.
• Half-marathon. My and my clicky calf are going to cross the finish line. 
• Fly. I am now free to roam about the country. I am taking FULL advantage of this perk of perks. I hear Cleveland is frigidly funkalicious this time of year.
• Learn how to speak "tween" so I can communicate with my oldest daughter. LMAO, TTYL, N-Y-C-W-M-R-N-O-K-M-L-G (No, you cannot wear makeup right now. OK, maybe lip gloss).
• Start giving back. Since we've moved to Dallas, I haven't given back to my new community. Time to roll up the sleeves..

Now, about that vietnamese fisherman story...