Rubey Rambles

One week ago I quit news cold turkey. For more than two years my life revolved around news; any type, shape, size, or political matter.  News was in my veins, it helped me sleep at night and also kept me up until all hours of the morning. I was addicted to the rush, the high and the crash. I would get settled into my desk and wait for the first needle of news to hit my veins and get me high. I would power through news stories like I was addicted to the bad news that made up most stories. Oh, there is a shooting...wait it is fatal? Instant high. Oh, a police report is out showing that there was a criminal history on a man who took his wife hostage and killed her and himself... Instant rush. I often found myself breaking down when I was alone, all the sadness that I covered would get me high and would make me forget that what I was covering was truly heart wrenching and saddening, until the buzz of the scanners stopped and the phones stopped ringing and the magnitude of w...

I have always thought that when it came time to write this blog all the words would flow freely. I thought I would be able to create a blog filled with the utmost scathing words I could find to describe how much I can't stand Rob and his damn Duck Dynasty beard. I thought I would be able to quickly write down some quip filled paragraphs filed with stories of my time at WFSB including the lack of sleep, horrible addiction to Indian  that formed over two and a half years and my utmost passion for water main breaks (sarcasm) but it is not that easy. You may have read that and said "wait what...her "time at WFSB?" yes...yes... I must confirm the tweets, Facebook inquires, the flooding of my inbox and the numerous inquires to my mother... I am leaving the Big 3. It wasn't an easy choice considering I grew up watching Channel 3, ended up interning in the sports department and eventually cementing myself in the Assignment Desk hall-of-fame for the last two or so...