A Believer No More

When I blew out my birthday candles in the year 2000, I wished that I would become engaged to the man of my dreams. I did.

In 2002 and 2003, I wished to become pregnant, and I made sure I blew them out with a single blow. It took two years for that wish to come true, but it did.

As for every other year of my life, the wishes have been somewhat materialistic. Except for this year. This year I wished for something for myself AND my family. I can already tell you that my wish has not come true and is well beyond coming true, at least for me.

Without saying exactly what I wished for (because maybe there is a glimmer of hope and I don't want to break the "don't ever tell your wish" rule), I will tell you that it doesn't even have a chance right now of breaking even. Why? Because the worst cold ever flew through our house knocking everyone on their butts right after my birthday. Since then, I have had a kidney stone. And now? Well, let's just say I have the worst sore throat that could be one of two things - Strep or some new irrating cold. But, maybe it is just a side effect of going off of those nice pain pills. It hasn't even been a MONTH since my birthday!

My wish that I put a lot of thought into? Out the window, folks.

Next year, I could be wishing to win the lottery instead. Because with that, my friends, I at least have a one in forty-two million shot at.

Everyone else here is healthy right now, except me. And it's fine...really, it is.