Loving on my feline relatives in Mississippi even as they push out of my arms. They just don’t appreciate hugs!!! 1st pic is Joe Joe the rural Alabama cemetery cat. We found him as a tiny flea infested kitty standing on my loved grandfather’s headstone. I mean, come on, you have to take that baby home, or in our case to my parent’s home! You are welcome. Pic 2 is Bridget’s birth brother, Bandit.
Picture says it all. I normally anchor the evening news, but this morning I was rocking the AM. Used to do it about five years ago so it’s nice to occasionally revisit that wild early morning schedule. However, I forgot how crazy it makes me feel when I don’t get enough sleep! Note the picture.
And, yes, I’m proud to say this is my first and quite likely last bathroom selfie – at least it’s the newsroom bathroom, right?
I continue reading just how low ratings were for the winter Olympics in South Korea. I just don’t get it. I’m never one to be a part of group television watching (you know the shows/events you “just have to watch,” but Matt and I dedicated ourselves to watching the games. We loved them. They made our 2018 winter. Matt would get off work and hurry to our house to turn on the tv and keep me updated through text. After work I’d rush upstairs to home around 10:10 PM to catch the last competitions. I couldn’t even get my pajamas on in time, I just jumped on the couch. Matt would be yelling, “hurry up hurry up you’re about to miss it.” We cheered and laughed and really felt like we were part of something big. Living in Minnesota we spend a lot of time indoors during the winter. These games were for us! I mean, hello, did you notice how many of our US medalists were from the Minnesota/Wisconsin area…..skiing, curling, cross country! What a thrill.
We most love watching the ice skating and dancing. My absolute favorites of the games were Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir of Canada. I’m normally USA all the way, but these two ice dancers were amazing. They have been skating together since they were young children. There are pictures to prove it. Then there are Tessa’s skating dresses………so stunning. A great mix of style and flash. I’m one of her newest and most obsessed Instagram followers. If you’d like to follow her she’s @tessavirtue17 They earned gold in ice dancing.
Then there is sweet little Red. Our first Team USA Gold. The teenage snowboarder who couldn’t stop with the four letter words when he learned he’d won gold. They were said with such excitement. Matt and I laughed and laughed. Funny, I talked to mom the next day and she didn’t hear the swear words. She wondered why there was a language apology on NCB after his appearance.
I’m just wondering what we are going to do this weekend?
The drive from St Paul to New Orleans is around 18 hours. It’s all I can do during the days before Fat Tuesday not to jump in my car covered in snow funk and hit the road. I hate driving so it’s a long stretch. Considering I hadn’t already purchased plane tickets, I always end up staying right up here in Minnesota and watching from afar. Not every year, but lately it’s been impossible to make the trip down there. Fat Tuesday has been hitting in February the last few years and TV news folks can’t take off work in February. It’s a big month where our ratings are analyzed and other boring business stuff that you wouldn’t care about. Two of the last three years I’ve flown down on a Saturday morning and flown back to Minnesota on Monday morning with enough time to make it to work for the day. OUCH Well, this year that was too much for me. Talk about seeing double for days. Pretty soon Mardi Gras will again fall in March and I won’t miss it. Mark my words.
Not being able to go does make me a bit sad. Growing up in South Mississippi we got two days off school to celebrate Mardi Gras. I have so many memories of going to parades across the Mississippi Coast with my family, with friends and now visiting my friend who lives in New Orleans. My parents wish they could prohibit me from going to New Orleans Mardi Gras like they did when I was in high school, but once a person hits 30 the conversation is over.
I was thrilled when this past weekend friends of ours suggested going to the annual Mardi Gras brunch at a Minneapolis Restaurant. I knew it wasn’t going to be the same, but I didn’t care. It was a blast. Felt it was a party being thrown just for me. I loved seeing the Cajun dishes, all the decorations on the walls and tables plus the traditional dessert I’ve been craving – King Cake, though the restaurant instead labeled it as King’s Cake. How cute is that! The food was great, the jazz band was wonderful and the celebration made me feel I was, in a small way, part of the party! Until next year!!!!
What a slow and boring week it has been compared to last week.
Super Bowl 52 was something to see. I miss it! Matt says I have a serious case of “Fear of Missing Out” otherwise known as FOMO. I got to be a part of just about all of our KSTP broadcasts super bowl week and I still had FOMO. All week we were live outside US Bank Stadium (didn’t it show great on TV) and along Nicollet Mall for the Super Bowl Live festivities, so we definitely saw everything. There was the momentum before the game and then the pride I felt during the game.
We’ve lived in Minnesota three years now. You should have seen me jumping up and down all day Sunday as NBC showed aerial shots of the cities. Over lunch I squealed to the waitress, “Oh my God, that is us.”She being a lifelong Minnesotan looked at me with amusement, but you couldn’t deny how cool it was to see the city covered in snow and ice and beaming on the tv across the country and beyond. Finally my friends and family in the south got a good look at Minnesota in the winter and with the big lights pointed at it.
Yes, standing outside last week in the single digit temps was hardcore and painful, but unforgettable. I’m not even a football/NFL fan but I drank the cool aid. By the way, my toes are still thawing I think. I imagine the same could be said for all of our visitors!
The station had a post Super Bowl taco lunch yesterday. I made two plates to go with a very content smile.
Our first Thanksgiving as a married couple Matt and I made the brave decision to cook a (almost) full thanksgiving meal as we would enjoy with our families if I didn’t have to work that day. Considering I did have to be at work shortly after lunchtime, we were up early trying to execute the relatively simple dishes that in our minds have always been complicated and truly were only done right by our mamma’s and grandmamma’s. This isn’t a long story. Everything worked out. We swapped a big turkey for a roasted chicken, but still we felt satisfied though a little beat up. I had about 30 minutes to pass out on the couch with my dirty floral apron. I’m sure my anchoring was just fantastic that day. Big full holiday meals before work might not be a good use of my abilities.
Last year (2015) Mom and Dad came in town with the mission of Matt and me really getting a full understanding of a traditional thanksgiving meal.
That was very successful despite the many a bloody mary enjoyed while mom had me mixing the cornbread. I remember most of it. We loved having mom and dad with us in our first home together as a married couple, but we still need more practice to execute this meal before I go into work just hours later.
So, this year, it just hit us! No way. We are going to fill up our guts and not even worry about washing a dish. All I’m saying is we have plenty of time for those homemade meals with our southern favorites, but there was something very fine about pulling up to the timeless St. Paul Hotel and sitting for a perfectly executed meal.
Don’t even get me started on the fabulous pecan pie. I feel like my grandmother would pinch me over this, but it was the best pecan pie I’ve ever had and we’re way up in Minnesota????? Yes, I said that. Matt even agreed.
It’s fun to watch the two of us get more comfortable and flexible with our traditions. I’m thankful we get to do this together. and thankful for the pecan pie.
I’m sure you’ve seen the cruel posts of younger people taking pictures of older people doing strange things, even normal things or in one despicable case, taking a picture of a mature lady nude in a gym changing room. That is not what this is. I observed this older man today while I was waiting at the car wash. He inspired me. I smiled watching him across the room. Don’t worry I wasn’t weird.
First, I saw his full sleeve of ritz crackers with that tell tell brown wrapping. Next, he pulled out several slices of simple yellow cheese that he then, of course, put on those delicious buttery ritz crackers. He had grapes with him just for something sweet.
It was 11 AM on a busy Friday morning, but this man wasn’t hurried or even bothered by all the people walking around him or the car wash machines revving up. He set up his snack right on the stool next to him. I didn’t want to stare. His break was just so lovely. Where a lot of us jam too many things in a day all in the name of multi-tasking, this man wasn’t just trying to fit this moment in while he waited for his car. He found it to be the perfect moment for a great snack. Not sure if you follow me on this. You see, he took a plain old boring wait at a car wash and turned it into a joyful occasion. I didn’t capture his face out of respect, but he was happy. I’m not talking beaming or anything , but he was content and quite satisfied. I took a couple of deep breaths and remembered life is meant to be lived with simple joys. It’s up to us to take advantage of every minute and make them special and make them count. You don’t need an elegant picnic setup to enjoy cheese and crackers.
I think I’ve finally done it. I haven’t had a diet coke since Sunday. (today is Friday) Anyone who knows me would be pretty surprised. It’s my go to crisp beverage as soon as I wake up and then as needed through the day. I’ve always said that it’s not the caffeine I need, but instead the cold crisp taste that I love. Turns out it’s the caffeine I just can’t have. I’ve always been sensitive to it, but have realized that it’s just too much for me. It can make me jittery and uncomfortable. Sometimes even a little sick to my stomach maybe an added nasty headache. #notworthit I knew giving up my favorite thing would be tough. Not having caffeine has kept away all those negative things I just listed, but also made me so sluggish. Didn’t realize my diet cokes also gave me a bit of energy along with the jitters. It will level out in time. Though, I have to replace that liquid with something. Hopefully, I’ll drink more water, but I’ve always needed a little more taste to go with it. I can have diet sprite. It’s good. I’m also turning to Mom’s favorite, caffeine-free coffee. I always snubbed my nose at it. I love the taste of coffee, but thought drinking caffeine free was a waste of time. I’m here to tell you: it tastes just as good (to me) and has none of the negative side effects. For years I’ve been able to manage the caffeine in diet cokes, but coffee was off limits. It’s been nice having a cup or two again. Inspired to get our coffee/tea corner organized. Using our wedding items: Arte Italica and Gien. Fingers crossed I can keep this up. My head certainly feels clearer with a lot less chemicals in my body.
Minnesota gets an amazing fall.
The color is just breathtaking. We are fortunate that our house is full of big windows, so you feel as if you are in a tree house. Even if you are inside, you still get to feel part of nature. We’ve been so busy enjoying the natural beauty, that we only just this past weekend started decorating our house. I know I have a bunch of fall decorations somewhere in the basement, but you know how that goes. I assume we’ll find them by the time we move again! We have so much more to do. My parents are spending Thanksgiving weekend with us, so I want our house to feel just as warm and cozy has Mom has always made ours feel for holidays, especially fall.
This is our humble mantle as of today.
I’ll add a bunch of flowers as we get closer to turkey day. Don’t want to put them up now because they will die. I just don’t have time for that.
Here’s our new pride and joy sent to us this month by Matt’s mom. How funny is this pumpkin gal? We need to come up with a name for her. She has on a skirt, fancy tights and I tied a little orange bow on her ankle because why not! Silly thing makes me laugh every time I pass her.
Wishing a very Happy Birthday to my sweet husband. He’s known on social media as #MyMatt. Or I should say he’s known by me on social media as #mymatt. It’s catching on, though. Sometimes social media friends greet him by name in chance encounters!
There are so many reasons why he’s special and why I love him, but I must say, we sure have a lot of fun together. This is why I’m posting this less than adorable picture. May we always know how to celebrate big milestones like birthdays, but also those random Saturday nights with just the two of us in a favorite neighborhood joint.
We were all reminded last week that Bastille Day was upon us.
I’d always found celebrating the holiday here in the US to be a sweet thought ever since I studied abroad in France during the Bastille celebrations. We took the train to France and pretended we were a part of it all. We certainly looked the part – wine glasses in hand and the colors of the french flag covering us. Back in 2002, I didn’t know anything about the holiday, but have since learned the history and the significance of the name. A fascinating history.
Last night we found ourselves hungry with no clue what to do. The night was lovely with plenty of sun and a very comfortable breeze. It hit us. Let’s go French. Meritage in downtown St Paul is just outstanding. It’s such a classy spot that is just casual enough to make a sunday dinner feel leisurely. What a perfect patio. We almost had it to ourselves by the time I took the picture.
Can you tell how happy Matt is after his escargot
I’m all business with the fries
We really enjoy Meritage, but also are so sad that its sister restaurant Brasserie Zentral and the next door bar Foreign Legion closed in downtown Minneapolis. Thank goodness for Meritage, though! Hope you all found a way to get outside and enjoy the weekend! Here in the Twin Cities we are about to get a heat wave. Bring it!!!
I was sold on Helen Mirren within minutes of watching her drink her dark booze and lead a room full of cops like a pro on Prime Suspect.
This floral number is modest yet flows in such a stunning way.
Apparently she was leaving the Cannes airport when this was taken. Ahhh the riviera life.
But really, Prime Suspect. It’s a must binge watch.