Happy freaking New Year! Hope everyone had as good of a time as I did. For the first time in about three years there was no drama on the family front, so that in itself made my New Year's Eve a good night. Bunch of my friends came over to the apartment and we hung out, drank (way more than we should have) and played some board games. Only problem really came during the games when Lena and I were put on the same team for Trivia Pursuit. Yeah, two overly competative people should not be put together like that. Let's just say my blood pressure rose quite a lot.

Did come up with a list of resolutions. The most important one is that I am going to do my best to be happy this year. After some serious reflection, I realized I was not a happy person last year. Granted there were some outside influences that caused my unhappiness but most of the time I could have been happy just by changing my outlook. This year I intend to be more positive and only do the things and be around the people that really make me happy.

Sounds like my parents are back on again. Sigh, I'm so sick of this whole thing. I know, I know. You all are probably tired of hearing about it too. My dad actually did quit the part time job and promised that he would be moving back home for good this coming Friday. Why do I have this horrible urge to leave the country on Friday? I hope he's telling the truth this time. Heaven help him if he isn't.

So I'm sitting here waiting for my obit story to get a read through from our city editor, Scott. This is the most nerve racking part of the process for me. I have been writing for the YDR for almost 3 years now. While I will be the first to admit, I have come a long way from the first piece I did with a byline, I still have a lot to learn. It's kind of frustrating for me. I want to do a good job but there are some pieces I've done (especially these obit stories) that even I think are pure crap. Sigh. Maybe I should have just stuck to sports...hang on...Scott just handed back my story with the inevitable "red" marks. Oh well, better fix and move on. Only learn from our mistakes, right?

Sigh, better go. There's a lot of red and I only have about 15 minutes to correct everything. God I love this business.