Here we are at the beginning of 2008. Happy new year! I’m not the type to get all excited about the change of a digit on the calendar, but I think I may have reached the point where I’m just happy I’m here to see it change!

The 2007 we leave behind wasn’t what I’d call a bad year. Rather there just wasn’t anything really grandly notable about it. This cuts both ways as ‘grandly notable’ can also cover bad events too.

I’m a day or two late, but everyone sends along their best new year wishes, and tells their friends to be careful in how they practice their new year’s eve revelry. The best such advice I read this year was from and it read:

Whatever you do tonight, please do it safe. Don’t be like Paris Hilton and spread herpes. Don’t be like Lindsay Lohan and crash your car while you’re drunk and high. If your crotch looks like Britney’s, please close your legs.

Yea, you can just feel the love at this time of year! Note that each of the three listed events were linked. It’s my love for you that prevents me from including the links. Believe me, you don’t want to go there.