My flight out of Aspen got cancelled around 2 p.m. today along with hundreds of others waiting at the airport. The runway was completely snowed in and my family couldn’t rebook again until 4 p.m. tomorrow.
It was a madhouse. But somehow, while my brother managed to snag four tickets on a flight out of Denver, I sprinted to the next terminal to get us ground transportation to Denver (it’s four hours away).
Thanks to several days of hardcore skiing I was able to move a bit quicker than I usually do and landed us tickets on a Grayline leaving in an hour, others weren’t so lucky.
That’s where I am now, on a bus that's weaving in and out of Colorado Mountains.
Hey, it could be worse...like the time I was stranded in Norfolk, Virginia and had to make it back to Greenville by myself. I just can't believe I've got Internet service, which is probably why I'm still smiling.
I took a major fall today, maybe the worst I’ve ever taken.
I had just finished a difficult run and was at the bottom of the mountain when my ski got caught, I’m still trying to figure out in what.
I was going pretty fast in slushier snow (my first mistake), so when one ski lodged, I was propelled forward, my other ski flew up, I did somewhat of a twist somersault in the air and crashed, my head smacking hard against the ground.
I laid there in shock for what felt like forever but was only a minute. My brother and a family friend were at my side in two seconds, they had watched the entire thing, and were worried.
I’m actually a pretty good skier and have been zipping down the slopes with the boys for the past few days, so it’s ironic that I crashed on flat ground at the bottom of the mountain. Others have taken some spills in much cooler places.
“Are you OK Nat, you hit your head really hard,” my brother nervously asked while I lay on the ground motionless and contorted. It took me a minute to respond and another minute for them to get me up.
All I can say is THANK GOD I was wearing a helmet. When I first got to Aspen, the guy who fit me for skis had to force me to rent one, he even gave it to me for free; I complained like a child for hours about having to wear it.
You have no idea how long it took me to pack cute ski outfits, I means it’s Snowmass, but after today, you won’t hear another peep out of me about that helmet…lesson definitely learned.
Two hours later, I've still got a little headache, feel weak in the knees when standing and look like I've just seen a ghost. I'll have to be more careful tomorrow.
Last week a good friend of mine texted me and said I had to tryout for a morning traffic reporter position at CBS 2 in Chicago.
Ironically, I applied for a similar job more then two years ago before I landed an anchor position in North Carolina. About a week after moving to Greenville I received an email from human resources at CBS asking me to come in for an interview. It just wasn’t meant to be. I had relocated my entire life several states away and was seven days into my new gig, so I passed.
This time around things are a little different. Not only am I living in the Chicagoland area but I work from home, which makes for a pretty flexible schedule.
Right now CBS is having an “American Idol” like competition to fill its morning traffic reporter position. Just to fill you in, that shift’s from 3:30 a.m. to 10:30 a.m., brutal I know. But you can’t get very far as a journalist these days if you’re not willing to work some (or all) odd hours.
Tryouts consist of submitting a 30-second video on why you’re right for the job. That’s basically all you had to do. So, I did it.
75 candidates will make it past the first elimination round and will head into the studio for a proper interview. After a traffic test, contestants are narrowed down to ten and then it’s pretty much up to the viewers.
The winner receives a three-month contract with CBS for $25,000 with a possible extension. Not exactly the type of job security I’m looking for, so if I happen to beat all odds and dominate the competition, I’d want to keep my current position in addition to the new one. I’m not sure my sanity would be in tact at the end of the three months but I think it’s worth it. Plus, I’m really happy at Patch and wouldn’t want to give up my role there.
Why traffic? Why not, I say. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m going to be hired as a general assignment reporter by a Chicago TV station anytime soon. As much as I’d like to think I’d be an asset to any local network, it’s simply an extremely tough job to land without someone on the inside. So, here’s my attempt at getting in.
I also think I’d have a lot of fun with traffic. I’ve put in some major hours on the road in the past couple of years and don’t dread sitting behind the wheel anymore. I actually enjoy driving now and can see myself making others morning commutes a little bit more enjoyable too.
To see if I’ve got a shot, check out my video below. I’ll let you know if I even make it past the first round.
I was in Madison last weekend covering the protests at the capitol. My good friend that lives there was out of town but I still stayed at his apartment since it’s right on campus.
He suggested, after I finished my work, I go out with some of his friends instead of spending the night alone. I figured, I might as well make the most of my mini road trip.
Take note, I only knew one of these friends of his from visiting a couple of weeks ago, so I was basically walking in blind…but let me tell you, it was so much fun.
I think as we get older, we get stuck in our same group of friends and get comfortable doing the same types of things.
I headed to this Madison bar, spotted the one person I knew and flung myself into conversation with the four other guys he was with. I had no other choice, sink or swim baby.
It was great, no one complained about anyone else because we don't know the same people and no one talked about what’s going on at the office because we don’t work at the same place. The conversation was easy and light-hearted, knowing I could really say and do whatever I wanted because 1. These people don’t know me and 2. They’ll probable never see me again.
Four hours and six drinks later (I don’t know why I think I can still party like I used to) I headed home with a huge smile on my face and decided I’ve got to start winging it more often!
(The picture is me doing a reporter stand-up in front of the state capitol the day after I went out, let's just say it was a rough morning).
For weeks my dad has been complaining about a swarm of birds that have taken up house on our front lawn. It's like the bushes attract every flying creature in a five-mile radius.
My mom who happened to be walking next to me said, “So, are you going to say something?” Apparently she didn’t want to do the dirty work.
As I approached, this woman had absolutely no shame and was mid-toss when I asked, “Could you please stop feeding the birds?” She quickly replied, “Do you live here?”
“Actually I do,” I answered as well as every other bird in the neighborhood I thought to myself. “Is it bothering you?” she asked which caught me off guard since I’m thinking, lady, this is private property, back off, but instead I politely stated, “Well my parents happen to spend a ridiculously large amount of money and time on landscaping and since someone’s been feeding the birds here, Chicago’s wildlife has wreaked havoc on all of their efforts."
I felt a little guilty since she looked like she was enjoying herself but then realized we’re about two blocks away from a magnificent park and I can’t imagine the birds not following her and her bag of whole grain bread there.
