I saw it on her face as soon as I picked her up. That total exhaustion after finishing the first week of school, and for Kiara (my bbbs lil sis), it was her first week of 9th grade, High School! Holy cow the mix of emotions : excitement, terror, thrill and fatigue.
I knew the whole time we ate Saturday that she wanted to hurry back to bed. I was once 14, too. What an amazing feeling, though. Everything is ahead of her. We went to Exlines Pizza, which I think it really outstanding. Actually, it’s my fave in Memphis other than Little Italy ( I think is the name, on Union), I typically prefer a greasy New York Style pizza. Anyhow, she enjoyed it and had more for dinner, whenever she finally got enough sleep to the second week of school. I enjoyed hearing all her stories.
Meanwhile, I’m about to get another cup of coffee. It’s Monday morning. I’ve already done my story searches and filled a couple of minutes playing with white out strips. May your Monday be as thrilling as mine!!
When I first started anchoring mornings, I couldn’t go to sleep early enough to feel good. I was seriously worried I was going to live life feeling perpetually sick and miserable.
If I went to sleep at eight pm that would give me seven hours of sleep. When I started that sounded impossible, though. I was finally crashing at eleven, some nights.
Eventually my body started to adjust, but still, only with reading could I doze off. Still, since I love to read, I’d stay up too late going from page to page then chapter to chapter.
Then came the audiobook. I can say they have saved my health and brought me so much fun. Seriously. I have the audible app on my phone and ipad. It’s amazing.
I look forward to bed time. I get under the covers as early as possible.
The last couple of months I’ve been transported to the Soviet Union. I’ve listened to two books written by Anne Applebaum: Gulag: A History and Iron Curtain – The Crushing of Eastern Europe. As you can imagine they are heavy. I shut my eyes and my imagination flies just like when I read. The books are each around 24 hours.
At first I felt guilty that I was listening and not reading. Not anymore. The end result is the same. I’m transported. I’m fascinated. Learning.
Later today I’m driving a couple of hours to visit Matt. We are meeting in Sewanee, where he went to undergrad. Well, I hate driving. I get so bored. Not this trip. I will pick up right where I left off on my book last night.
I thought to share my experience after reading this article today in the Wall Street Journal. As a heads up : the books aren’t free. I pay a monthly fee, but for me it’s worth it.
This was me this morning. Way too early to be dealing with complications.
I can feel a blister starting on my forefinger where I tried for 40 minutes to get my deadbolt to budge and let me out of my apartment. It’s an old house that locks from the inside with a key.
With a big bag of trash in my hands already making me lightheaded from the nasty odors of raw chicken pieces and rotting fruit, I realized this was going to be no simple rescue mission.
I had a little time to spare before I needed to be at work at 3:30 am. Still, I was feeling the pressure since my hair was wet and my face was bare / I keep all hair and make-up products at the station. I talked myself out of a full panic attack and finally called my producer. Though, I haven’t mentioned yet that I’m having phone charging problems and my phone was dead. I was left with no contact numbers and had to skype the station!! One thing after another. Megan, my producer, was minutes away from driving to my house. The plan was to cut out the screen and throw her my keys, then she could try and open my door the other way. Being a cheapo I put the brakes on that.
Next call was to Mom and Dad. Poor folks. I wonder when I’ll stop calling them at any and all hours with my emergencies. While dad started googling my landlords, mom chilled me out and talked me though it. When that even failed she told me to get a knife. BINGO!!
Almost in tears with low blood sugar adding to my panic, I broke out of my own apartment in the wee hours of the morning; I seriously called the station and over speaker phone told my very worried/bewildered colleagues that, “I’m free.”
My Memphis newscasts full of criminals might be teaching me too much about breaking and entering, or in my case, leaving.
I haven’t been able to check twitter for news updates or watch the morning news shows (even my favorite) with out being ambushed with that shot of the hospital door in London. Instead of ranting and raving over how aggravated I am that this is getting so much attention compared to serious issues facing our country – can you say economy – I won’t because news is a business and I get it, not only that, but I’m a part of it. Plus, at least it’s taking away from the race fighting / hatred our country has experienced with the George Zimmerman verdict.
It’s not the news I blame. It’s our celebrity obsessed culture. I decided years ago to remove myself from it. I got rid of tv, don’t even scan the trash celebrity magazines and wouldn’t think of watching one of those celebrity gossip tv shows. Sounds lame but to me it’s putting my foot down and saying, my simple life is beautiful, REAL, and I will not trash my brain.
So, I mean this in the kindest of ways – Get a life!! Really! Why would you sit around and obsess over the royal baby? How silly. Read a book or 2 or 3. In an attempt to have a peaceful sleep I’ve started listening to audiobooks at bedtime. They count and have been so much fun. Learn something – go for a walk. Do something authentic!
Hey, when I was younger I was obsessed with Henry the eighth and all his wives. Instead of making the royal baby the most shared story on cnn.com why not take the opportunity to learn about the monarchy that shaped England and why it’s no longer a part of decision making. Or maybe I’m just jealous. Maybe I should have gone to St. Andrews.
Here at this scene…..
I called a 29 year old woman a man twice. Finally, after I’d already been told once, the poor lady’s mother said, “excuse me, she’s a girl.”
I think I won them over, though. Said, “I’m so sorry. It’s just your look is so cool and androgynous.
Reporter fail of the day. They were very sweet about it. Thank goodness.
On a serious note, I’m covering a shooting from overnight. A security guard was shot on the job. All here are sad and can’t imagine why. They say he was very diligent with his work. I’m sending a prayer his way.
Who want to work weekends? Exactly. I’ve been there – done that, and dread the day I have to do it again. Though – on occasion going in when you typically don’t can bring unexpected enthusiasm. That’s my morning. I woke at 6 am paranoid that I’d overslept. Reasonable considering I normally wake to darkness and, instead, today was met by a light filled room. You know – that pretty orange new day light that makes everything sorta glow?
From there work was a joy. Really. It’s a two hour show normally anchored by the amazing Kontji Anthony. Because it’s a weekend show there is more room for community interviews – today I talked to a group working to support the new unified Shelby School District along with other groups preparing for school.
Then there were the kittens!!! Heaven for a cat woman. I’d have 20 if I could, but I’ve seen first person what that does to furniture.
I had to have some of my own.
We visited with a couple Matt went to law school with who also went to Sewanee, as Matt did.
They told us about this wild grocery store that I’d never heard of in Memphis – The Winchester Farmers Market.
However, it’s not exactly what you’d picture when you hear farmers market. This is in an old Kroger building and is full of shelves of international foods, mostly Mexican, Indian, and Asian. I’ve been to plenty international markets – this is bigger – more variety – than any I’ve seen.
Though, I was specifically on the hunt for these chili powder coated dried mango bites. It took me well over an hour to finally track them down. I also left with a perfectly sweet pineapple and the cheapest navel oranges I’ve found, but I could have gone home with any kind of noodle, fish, pepper, or exotic cactus!! A fun way to spend a Sunday! Mom will love it. She’s visiting in two weeks.
Ok ok …. It’s cliche, but I am so lucky to have a wonderful work family.
It hasn’t happened in a long time, but Monday morning I almost fell out during the news. Meaning – I was standing on air when I just couldn’t stand anymore. My blood sugar dropped. I have no idea why. It was a classic case. Hadn’t happened in over 10 years.
I mean, heck, I’ve run two marathons with no problems.
Anyhow – this was the worst I’ve ever experienced and almost included live pass out. The morning team knew just what to do. Calmed me down and got me up and moving again.
Thank goodness for them caring for me as a friend and not just a co-worker.
Just needed a little help from my friends….
Yes,leading up to my next post.
It’s why we work hard.
The ability to take a breath and say good work. “It’s all wonderful.”
I’m talking about the yard. Saturday I woke up and had my breakfast/dietcoke in my secret garden. ok ok ok, before I get called out by those who have seen it, it’s hardly a secret garden. It’s very open in my backyard, but I do have my special place located in a shady corner nuzzled up to some bushes and a big tree canopy. Secret it is.
As I sat appreciating the peace that only a saturday morning with no plans can provide :: it started. I thought, Jeez, I need more impatiens; I’ll just run out and get a few.
First the quest to find a bunch of impatiens on Memorial Day weekend. After two stops I found the only four six packs and made it out without someone nabbing them from my basket. Impressive considering I had to break the bad news twice that they were the last ones!
Once home it turned into a full day of not only planting the new plants but moving plants that needed more or less sun. It’s a strange nurturing feeling. Those who love plants, feel me? It’s like when they start showing more blooms they say to me, ” Girl, you knew just what I needed.”
Planted these lilies maybe two years ago
What a lovely sight to see them bloom again
Secret Garden – shush it’s a secret
Very content – reading southern living and listening to Kurt Vile
Purple all summer
color color color – shade shade shade
I was impressed with how behaved the 330 8th graders were during the hour and a half long ceremony. Still, by the time their principal at Shadowlawn Middle School started his, ” I don’t give speeches” speech I just knew the kids eyes were glazing over with dreams of days spent lounging, eating ice cream and going to the baseball field on summer nights, at least that’s what I thought of at that exact moment in my life.
I, on the other hand, was in the high of my day. At 8:30 a.m. I’ve already anchored two and a half hours of news, applied several layers of make-up and caffeinated myself to the point of perfect concentration mixed with a beautiful amount of joie de vivre that together made me the ideal student for the principal’s graduation pep talk.
It was really great. I hope some of the students heard it. Nothing too heavy, but enough to make this 29 year old seize the day with a little more enthusiasm when I walked out and returned to work.
He told them :
1) To aim high.
“In the long run men only hit what they aim at. Therefore, though they should fail immediately, they had better aim at something high.”
2) To truly realize MLK’s dream. He asked the students to imagine our society is just as they would have it; not judged on gender, wealth, family position, GPA, race or hometown. Instead one would be judged on character alone; would you be happy with the result?
3) Repaying the debt known as the privilege of being alive.
This is probably one of the strongest factors behind my ambition – be it career or personal life. I feel that debt I owe. Mine can be heavy at times – from feeling a sense of guilt when I nap on a crisp sunny day, feeling I could do better at work or choosing comfort over adventure. Why was I lucky enough to be born?
Life is so short. I hope those students find something that fascinates them and continue wanting more.
I don’t even remember my high school graduation speech, but I wish it had been something practical like this. Be happy, be good and appreciate the gift of life.
I was there to see my Big Brother Big Sister, little sis graduate. After this summer Kiara is heading into high school. I’m nervous and she’s not even my flesh and blood. Those years are hard. The decisions we make stay with us for long after. The things we see and witness manifest later in life as dreams or at times as resentments. I know this, she has a very special mother and a big happy (full of braces) smile. Those are two very important things. I’m eager to watch her grow up the next four years. Go Kiara!
Like most time honored traditions, you have to see BBQ Fest to really get it.
I was expecting something a lot different when I walked up to Tom Lee Park. You know, I’ve been to a lot of small town BBQ competitions.
He he he, Yea right!!!
While the focus is on the pork, the highlight Thursday night was the party. My friend Bevin Evans, who grew up here, said I just had to come after two years living here and always working during the BBQ Fest time.
Bikini clad bartenders
Tight briefs for the men
Multi-level scaffolding for tents
Crazy loud dance music
Over the top decorations
All along the MS river
Definitely a must see to believe.
Reminds me a lot of the Neshoba County Fair in Philadelphia, MS in terms of the serious good time, amazing decorations- full of color and good ole southern porch culture where you could waste away hours, some lose track of days!
I only had a couple of hours as 2:30 am always comes early, but I’m so glad I napped all day, so I could see the party in full Thursday night revelry.
I’m told from this point on the cooking gets serious. If they cook like they party I want to see it. The ribs I had were already insane. I’m heading out of town this weekend, so had to squeeze it in when I could!
Below with my Memphis buds Bevin & Ellie
– The pavement reference is in the title just because that’s really what I say in my head instead of wow.
This is my first spring to anchor mornings. I already knew this schedule is good for me, but this was one of the moments that I realized how lucky I am to get off at one pm.
Picked up my lil sis, Kiara and we grabbed some Mexican. We’ve found this place between my house and hers that has a porch (and gives complimentary cheese with the salsa) and just sat around with no place to be and nothing to do. It was warm but not too hot. We were in the shade. Our server didn’t feel like making lots of trips inside for refills, so he gave us giant frosty mugs full of diet coke for me – doctor pepper for her.
Since we didn’t see each other for Cinco De Mayo we had an impromptu Mexican influenced meal followed by something cold from my new favorite spot.
La Michoacana on Summer
I can never get just one. Why would I want to?
The popsicles are so good. Real fruit. Not too sweet. Not bad for me. Kiara wasn’t convinced. She stuck with cookies and creme ice cream. Maybe one day!
My favorite moment was sitting with Kiara on my porch. I love sitting there. Normally I’m alone, but having Kiara with me was nice. There was a breeze and the perfect amount of shade from the lime green trees over my house. We agreed hanging on a work/school night is fun. Feels like a stolen moment.
Can’t sleep right now.
My hours are a little messed up.
I’m doing my normal morning anchoring and showing up at 10 pm, too.
As I tried to knock myself to sleep with a little ipad time,
(even though I’ve read that the light from ipads can keep you up)
I looked through some of my blog information.
I clicked on the common searches people use through google to find me.
See, it’s usually not that they are actually looking for me, but instead for bands I write about, the nazi astronaut I wrote about the other month or often just my news station. Then they happen upon me.
Though, what I just saw had me squealing with – up too late on a work night – laughter.
Read for yourself and enjoy.
That’s right. I’ve always considered myself a witchy woman.
I ended up staying at work late. I had a hard time finishing my story. The explosions at the Boston marathon are so deeply upsetting. Makes so little sense. I had to come home and, despite my desire to just get in bed, walk in my yard and calm down. I watered and dead headed. Looked at a new sweet weed that is so little and purple. I have real flowers that are blooming, too, and my pansies are still holding strong. Bridget has missed me while I was away on my cruise. She keeps rubbing against me.
Finishing my two full marathons meant so much to me. I can’t imagine qualifying for Boston and then it ended in terror. God bless those innocent people.