So I had this crazy dream last night that I was in a Vegas casino. I was on my way down a set of green carpeted stairs to use the lady's when I noticed a huge heap of spilled chips on the floor, dapple by the cranberry ones (I believe those ones are worth $10,000 each). I noticed a cocktail waitress going by so I flagged her down to tell her about the chips. As quick as lightening and just as graceful, she called over some security guards to collect the chips. She told me to meet her at one of the tables with my hubby in fifteen minutes. I got there before Jay. The cocktail waitress and I sat down and the security guards stood behind her, like in a mob movie. She gave me 550 USD in cash, and $1500 in gift certificates. She had short, big hair and long finger nails with a French manicure, and wore all black, with a faux bowtie and pink coursage (frickin hard to spell french words). When Jay got there, he talked us up to 5500 cash. She handed me the money and asked me if I wanted her to wait while I counted the money. I said 'nah, I trust you.' Even if there was only 500 bucks, I figured, it was still found money and it was still cool.
Dreaming of found money is surely an omen of good fortune. So I guess I better get my ass in gear and tackle a few of those "New Year's resolutions".

1. Get healthy. Excersize, eat well, and if I can't quite smoking, at least cut back significantly.
2. Get happy. Find the job of my dreams, put some money back in the bank, write more and for more people, get the fuck out of the house once in a while.
3. Get a girlfriend. Keep in touch with the people that matter most, more. Start investing in home improvements. Join a yoga class or belly dancing class or something. Anything. It doesn't really matter. Volunteer somewhere. It really doesn't matter where. Do at least one terribly strange thing every week. Watch more movies, read more books, buy more CDs. Be more charitable and less critical.