Rubey Rambles

The following is a dramatization of the letter I am never going to send to Mr. Orville Redenbacher following a traumatic experience at work. ======================================================================== Dear Mr. Redenbacher (if that is really your real name, doesn't seem real), I recently was at my local grocer of choice and picked up a 4 pack of your 100 calorie kettle corn boxes. I am constantly on the run and having a quick, low-cal snack is always a great option, and what beats some sweat and salty popcorn? Answer: Nothing. Now, I am not writing this to praise your ability to create low-calorie snacks, no no Big Red, I am writing to get my name cleared. On one random afternoon while I work I had a Pooh Bear moment, I found myself with a  "rumbly in my tummbly".   So I grabbed a pack and made a v-line for the break room.   100-calories of torture is what this is I read the directions and it said it only needed a minute and a ha...

Working in a busy news room, there is always one part of the station that is always busy.  The bathroom. My friend Rob (don't let that go to your head) actually posted a blog a while back about the potty process here at the big three. --------> http://jerkrobrants.blogspot.com/2012/06/when-you-gotta-go.html I have a weird thing where I like to drink a gallon of water a day. Actual jug I drink daily There are a lot of benefits of drinking water, example: my face is smooth like a babies bottom.  But with that large consumption of water, comes numerous bathroom breaks. I personally can't really "perform" under pressure, if you catch my drift.  So I usually scope out the bathroom situation and wait until the coast is clear so I can relieve myself without anyone around. I usually don't run into many problems, I avoid most people and get in and get out...except for yesterday. Yesterday, I had just finished my lovely jug of H2O when I realized, phew, I...

Working in journalism has it perks.  You always know what is going on locally, nationally and globally.  Sometimes I feel like I am so immersed in daily news that if I were to become an average civilian I wouldn't know what to do with myself.  But there is one downside...we eat like boys going through puberty when breaking news hits. Lets start with Blizzard Charlotte, not only did it bring 3 feet or more of fluffy white stuff to towns and cities across the state, it also dropped off 25 pizza from Stone and Paddle in Rocky Hill. Stole this picture from Rob...whoops So I would say that is the tip of the ice burg but not really.  A group of us worked hard until late into the night Friday night and than made our way to our temporary home, the Sheraton. Stolen from Dennis..again...oops Now, the last time we stayed at this hotel, it was going through renovations, so we weren't quite sure what to expect, but let me tell you, if you ever have a desire to stay...

HAIRSPRAY! No No, I am not talking about one of my favorite Broadway shows of all time. Or the movie were John Travolta played an ever so convincing 60's-style mother.  I am talking about the actual product. Why am I going to talk about hairspray in todays post? The answer is simple really...I work in television. When I smell hairspray I think of one person.  Hallie Jackson. The Official Hallie Jackson Mugshot Hallie was a reporter at Channel 3 when I first started my epic journey as an assignment editor. I was a wee little "turd" as she liked to call me.  I believe if it wasn't for her weekend dance parties and constant reminder to update the website, I wouldn't be where I am now.  But there was something about Hallie that I couldn't quite put my finger on.  She always had this...smell about her.  It wasn't anything nasty...but it was a smell. The smell, after some I-Team style investigating, turned out to be...hairspray. I think this i...