What a great day today was! The temp was in the upper 60's (down right tropical for us this time of the year), the sun was shining and I finally feel like I'm getting myself back on track. It's a bout freaking time, huh? Funny how making a major life decision can put you in a good mood.

Sunday my friends Brad and Loni are having their son Alex baptised. It promises to be an emotional event for those of us who have been friends with Brad for a long time. About four or five years ago he was in a serious car accident that we didn't think he was going to survive. A car theif was trying to outrun some cops and broadsided Brad and his then girlfriend. Brad, being the wonderful person he is, turned the wheel at the last minute so he took the brunt of the impact. Girlfriend had a broken collar bone and some stitches. Brad was in a drug induced coma for a week and a half. Had multiple broken bones, a punctured lung and some brain damage (although I told him he was brain damaged before the accident, being Republican and all). You can still see scars from the accident today plus he has a lot of pins and rods throughout his body. To see him married with a kid is just wonderful. After all that he went through to recover from that accident (including learning to read again, tie his shoes again, etc) it just amazes me that he is as successful as he is today. Snif, I'm so proud.

Last night I was given a mini-review by my metro editors, Randy and Cathy. They both told me they were happy with how my writting is improving and think I'm doing a great job on both the obit and general assignment pieces. Woo-hoo! Only problem is with the suites upstairs. They want more obit stories, period. Sigh. Problem I have with that is I only have one day a week when I'm on the news side of the newsroom PLUS because I am not full time (yet) I need to make sure I don't go over on my hours. Soooo, we had to brainstorm some kind of strategy for me to get more than one story done in a week. I hope what we have planned works.

Oh jeez, it's time to go home. Heck, forget that, I'm going shopping.

For the rest of you children of the 80's (come on you know who you are) here's a little quiz to hold you over the weekend...
Your Potty Scotty. You love the simple things in
life, like sliced bread. Can't get enough of
the sliced bread. You don't care whats
happening if it's bad. Brain Food...mm.


Which Garbage Pail Kid Are You?
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