Jon and Amy:
My thoughts are with you. You are a very sweet couple that deserve the best.
I am officially having the anxiety dream about my new job on Monday. You know the one; I am late, running down hallways looking in doors, never actually getting to my destination…… These are my last few days at my station. It makes me sad. I really love this place but I need to move on to further my career. Ha, career. That cracks me up. Two years ago I never would have thought I would be interested in television. I always wanted to work behind the scenes. I was a theater tech major and I have started doing props in 5th grade when I was in charge of making the sandwich for “You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown” Being behind the scenes but such an important part of the production made me excited. I love theater and to this day when ever I go to a play it makes me sad that I could not pursue it forever. It pays very little and is more a job that you do because you love it not because of the pay. The last show I worked on was “Driving Miss Daisy” and I was 4 months pregnant with Alyssa. Being at the station and running teleprompter, assisting with commercials, placing feed requests, it is hot! It is where I need to be. And the news is everyday, 24/7 and it is always different.
I have accepted a position at my stations competitor, KVBC. I will be doing the same thing but at a station that is number one in the ratings. My former boss is bringing me over. And, for a few dimes more! I am currently with the ABC affiliate. KVBC is the NBC affiliate. I am very nervous because I hate being the new, shiny girl but at least I know my boss and I have some clue as to what news actually is all about. So, for those of you that say I have had 1000 different jobs, this is the same job different location, it doesn’t count.
The national news has bummed me out. Anytime something major like this happens it drives me a little batty. The coverage lasts for days and it wipes me out emotionally.
The family is doing well. I haven’t talked about them in many weeks.
I threw a HUGE Passover dinner a few weeks ago for 21 people! It all went over really well. I had a fantastic array of people that all got along really well.
My dad turned 67 last Sunday.
Emma got her own email
Alyssa is in the top 81% of all the other 4th graders in the nation.
Samara can sit, stay, shake, and start the car.
Spooky can eat a slice of turkey without actually tasting it.
Minnie feels that she is protecting us from the dangers of my own foot when I move it a ¼ inch under the sheets. She will attack and bite until the evil has given up. This attack mostly happens between 3:18 and 3:20 AM.
I was asked recently to get a driver history report on myself. No problem, the last ticket I received was in 2004 for an “illegal turn” that made absolutely no sense and which I fought to the end.
Yadda yadda yadda, I go online to print out my report. That is where the magic happens.
Picture it: April 2006, Las Vegas
The Tatum’s and the Rosner’s are moving. The Rosner’s to a fabtabulous house in an age restricted community where children are shot and a poodle is a required accessory.
The Tatum’s move from a 2 bedroom shoe box to a house where (and I quote from Abbe) “That has a living room, you can land a plane in.”
Mass chaos ensues and we all vow to never, ever, move again.
Present time: April 2007
I go online to print out my report. All is good until I look at my license part.
EXPIRED 3-26-07.That’s right; I let my driver’s license expire. I never got the memo to renew because apparently they do not forward memos from the DMV to avoid identity fraud and I never changed my address on my driver’s license because, well, I am an idiot.
So I called my DMV and told tem the deal. The lady was pleasant and said “that is ok, you are within the time limit to avoid a fine but you do need to come in and get the license in person” “All you need to do is take your vision test.” SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECHHHHHHHHHHHH HALT. Wha wha what?
My left eye is still healing from my cornea surgery two years ago and my right is still suffering from the eye disease.
I can see. Don’t get you panties in a bunch. I can see subpoena’s, small print, labels on valium bottles, etc… However my distance is off and I cannot see at night. Knowing this, I try at all costs to avoid driving at night and I do not have the kids in the car if I do.
So I go into panic mode BUT I try to stay positive. I go to the DMV on Monday and play dumb. When I get up to the counter I say nothing until the vision test. I pressed my forehead on the machine to light it up and see…… nothing. Fuzzy little blobs that I cannot tell if they are letter or numbers. The lady was super nice. I told her that I had recently had eye surgery and she told me to come back with a Drs Note to prove I can see.
Come back?? Come back?
So I started to panic again. My surgeon isa real hole. He is a jerk, his staff are jerks and they have never been pleasant to me at all.
CLIFF”S NOTE BLOG ENTRY
After much begging and pleading, I get my letter, go back to the DMV and get my license.
I am a jerk. I make constant lists but I leave out important things.
Whatever, I am all licensed up until 2011.
I have so many things going on right now that I am dizzy.
I can’t mention all of it for a few more days in order not to jinx it.
My lists aren’t working.
A few years ago my doctor gave me a few pills for what she called “a bout of depression” The pills made me feel as though everything was A-OK. I did not have the ability to make mountains out of molehills and it was nice. However, I didn’t feel like me so after
The prescription ran out I never renewed.
SOME PEOPLE do not know what it feels like to have depression. Those people say “snap out of it” not knowing that if you could you most certainly would.
You may remember that I was having blackouts and a few stability problems a while back. I had no less than 3 MRI’s and many, many visits with my neurologist. I also had a spinal tap for good measure. They thought that I may have MS.
Nothing came from those tests except for a diagnosis of Carpel Tunnel and a new prescription for happy pills. He figured that I was creating symptoms in my head because I was depressed.
Ok, back to the lists. I make lots of lists, endless lists. I have lists for each member of the family, lists for Jeff’s business, lists for Jeffs work and my work, lists for the house and each room in it, lists for activities, etc... Why? Because the satisfaction of being able to cross something off of a list is equivalent to peeling a label clean off of a bottle. It is a sense of accomplishment that keeps me sane. It keeps me from feeling like I am not doing anything worthy and that feeling keeps me sane. Off of the happy pills.
However, as I mentioned before, the lists aren’t working and I am feeling like I am drowning sometimes. I do have a lot of craziness going on. More now than usual.
This too shall pass and I will be writing again about how bored I am and have nothing to write about. But until then I cross off update blog for a few days. Or maybe I will surprise you with a new post on Monday, who knows?