Eye of the Tiger

According to the Chinese Zodiac, it's the year of the Tiger.

I know, very exciting. Normally, I don't care about these things, but Tony found out and because he was born in the year of the Tiger, this is big news. He's decided that 2010 is going to be his year. Which is a real downer, because I was hoping 2010 would finally be MY year. But I guess I'll have to wait until 2011.

In his enthusiasm for this wonderful news, he's taken to shouting - at random intervals and at the top of his lungs - "IT'S MY YEAR, BABY!"

It's like working at a spa here. So relaxing.

He's also changed the screen saver on his Blackberry to a picture of a tiger, played "Eye of the Tiger" 42,000 times on the sound system and started growling at odd times. I'm beginning to think he's taking this a little too seriously.

But, I have to admit I was bored this weekend and decided to look up MY Chinese zodiac symbol, so I don't miss when it's MY year. And I found out I'm a metal monkey. Awesome. I hate monkeys.

Even better, Monkeys are least compatible with....TIGERS! In fact, the one site said that Monkeys have "turbulent relationships" with Tigers and Snakes. You have no idea, sister.

And Metal Monkeys were described as "sturdy," which I find both true and insulting at this stage in my life. The worst news is that the next year of the Monkey isn't until 2016. I missed the last one in 2004 because I was too busy getting divorced and starting a job I hated. Obviously, it was totally MY YEAR!

On the plus side, I found out that the year of the Tiger technically starts on February 14th, so I've declared my house a Tiger-free zone until then. It's the small victories that make up an awesome year, people. THIS IS MY MONTH, BABY!