<p>In the midst of my childhood <a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/18/day-80-the-return-of-shrinky-dinks/" target="_blank"><strong>Shrinky Dinks nostalgia</strong> </a>a few weeks ago, I spotted a Magic 8 Ball across a crowded Target toy department.  My heart nearly leaped out of my chest.  The Magic 8 Ball was one of my FAVORITE toys growing up.</p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>

<p>Did you have one? </p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>

<p>Since the Magic 8 Ball knows all, I thought I would start off the New Year with a 2011 Magic 8 Ball Forecast.   My inner child hoped and wished that the Magic 8 Ball would set a magical tone for the rest of the year. </p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>

<p>Instead, my inner and outer adult feels duped.  Humbug. </p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>

<p>(And now that we're heading into mid-January, I will try to stop saying "humbug" so much and put it on hold for next December.)</p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>

<p>Before we start the Forecast, let me preface this by saying that I would love to share my life with someone whenever the timing is right, but I am not emotionally needy.  I am one of the most emotionally independent women I know.  I'm serial single by choice.  I would rather be alone with my family, friends, and my dog than be with someone who is <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">emotionally unavailable</span>, <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">a control freak</span>, <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">a selfish bastard,</span> not the right one for me and vice versa. </p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>

<p>But Hell's Bells!  The holidays tend to bring on romantic yearnings.  I am human, after all! </p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>

<p>Here's my 2011 Magic 8 Ball Forecast:</p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /></p>