I'm sure there are others out there blogging about today's date (09-09-09), but I've got a more personal stake in it -- today is my birthday. My 44th birthday, to be exact.
(And the only decent pic The Map Man managed to get of me today was holding my gift from him -- he says at least I can show the world a proper portrayal of me in my natural element....Thanks, dear....)
So let's talk about numbers. I'm not (in any way whatsoever) into numerology. But all these 9s, they are supposed to be lucky. And, honestly, I feel like I've had more than my share of luck out of life. (And if my luck continues, I'll be here to celebrate birthday 88 as well.) But not only does a streak of luck seem to be following me around, but so do double numbers. Let's look at that a little closer:
One of my favorite numerical coincidence is the fact that this year's Superbowl will be number 44. Yup, that's right, they started holding the Superbowl the very football season I was born at the start of. (Is it then a coincidence that I'm such a rabid football fan?? I think not. GO PATS!)
The Map Man and I said our vows the year I turned 22 (that would be '88) at 11:11 am.
We decided to have kids when I was 33. It took a couple of years. But the switch from "I'm never having kids" to "I"ve gotta have one!" was when I was 33.
J was born in '00.
Zoo Boy was born in 03 of 03.
I just glanced at the clock, it's 8:08. On 9-09. 09.
Ok, that's enough of that. But it's interesting, isn't it? Or is that just the tequila talking?
5-7 year mission preview, realized
6 years ago