I woke up this morning after a good 12 hour rest (that's what happens when you go to bed at 8pm). I took the dog out, brewed the coffee and sat down to my computer to catch up on some email after a three day weekend. I opened my inbox to a slew of "Happy Birthday" postings. Oh no. I forgot, it's my birthday. I had to be reminded by a social networking site that yet another year has passed.
I'm kind of taking this one hard. I'm new to an area, our family is scattered all over and I decided that this was just going to be one of those birthdays I ignored. I got to work today and it became clear that was not going to happen. My little extended family here at WMBF remembered -- when I didn't (and I wasn't even here recently to remind them). I walked into "happy birthdays, "my husband sent flowers to my desk, my co-anchor, Michael, brought cookies and cupcakes, Laura Thomson gave me cholesterol/fat free cotten candy (we are both a little weird about what we eat) and Jennifer Faust (6 and 11 pm director) gave me a WMBF ruler (which I'm pretty sure came from the supply room, but it's the thought that counts).
In any case, I smiled a huge smile on this birthday that I thought I'd just sweep under the rug. We have a pretty great support group around here at WMBF News -- one that certainly will not let you forget your scripts, a story, will lend a hand when you are in over your head -- or won't let you forget you are another year older. I think that is when you finally start to feel like this is home.
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