It lay in the schedule Friday for a new display on the wall. Twelve pages filled with new promises of hope project.
365 boxes filled with mostly unknown.
Because what good end the one who can predict with certainty if the Canadiens will make the playoffs, if we have this damn commission of inquiry into the construction industry or if Prozac will return to our screens. (To find out, should perhaps get their hands on the table Ouija Chantal Lacroix!)
I wonder if we will go to provincial elections. If gasoline prices rise again. Which two presidents proclaimed the Ivory Coast will eventually sit in parliament? What will happen to her and Assange Wikileaks?
I'm curious to know if there will be live on TV at the baptism of Nelson Eddy (all presented by Julie Snyder of course). Who will be the star of Quebec's most Tripp follow on Twitter. If the mayor succeeds Sevigny resolve its problem of sewer overflows.
Tell me, how many new cooking show will emerge in 2011? How many factories shut their doors in Quebec over the next 12 months? Will we finally a corner grocery King-Jacques-Cartier? How many times
Maxim miss the bus this year? Filou How Will it in English on its next newsletter? When Sam-Sam march she? Does the lover think finally taking out the garbage and Recycling when it's time?
Is my scale will show a more acceptable figure soon? Is my return to work will take place without a hitch? Can my last on the top of my laundry basket %&*$/!?(#$_+?
Maxim drain Does the dishwasher without my being obliged to lose his voice strength to ask? Is Trickster will be able to put milk into a glass without spilling three quarters of the pint on the table? Does Samuelle account sleep longer than four hours the night before it celebrates its first candle?
Dunno. Mystery and gumdrop.
And I think I do not really want to know.
I like surprises. Not knowing that an event happens such date adds to the mystery in daily life and allows me to spend better days as well.
If I knew, for example, that on January 8 my baby Clancy nights Olympics 12 hours, imagine how my next few nights would be painful. Atrocious. Hell. How much I whine every morning. How I anticipated that famous January 8. There I do not know when it will happen when I get up at night and I assume this choice of having a baby. When the nights full reach, I will celebrate. There.
is the meaning of the only resolution that I will take this year. Live my life as it comes. Without waiting impatiently to occur my wishes and my desires.
So one day I'll be able to put on pants I was wearing him to go with a globe-earth under my shirt (because then they get stuck in the knees!). One day I will return to ski without fear in my heart farts "charters" (because there just the idea of my boots on my feet because my heart rate up to 160!).
One day I'll stop being hungry all the time (because I used the floor of the expense so I go all the time). One day I'll hand over my sneakers and the relay race around Lake Memphremagog (because there just run to the kitchen to the living room takes me two hours to get over it).
For now, I will continue to swallow doses of iron daily astronomical. To me recover. Worse me up at night!
Otherwise, it will happen when it happens.
Happy New Year to you all! I wish you sun in your lives, happiness in your families and especially ... full of surprises!
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