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01

Feb
2014

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By Lindsey

It was all there

On 01, Feb 2014 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

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This weather has been insane. I really don’t mind changing in and out of spring/winter clothes, but my head can barely handle it. Today was one of those days. It was almost confusing how nice it felt. Add in the sun and I forgot where I was. Drove to Oxford to visit with two college friends. One has a one year old daughter who I finally got to hug!!! The other friend is expecting her first baby late spring; Clearly there was a lot to talk about. I’m just thrilled for both of them. Baby Audrey was a doll. The picture at the top was taken in Square Books Jr. My first time in there. So many books and toys! A child’s dream.

I had this strange memory follow me all day. I was a Sophomore at Ole Miss. It was the kind of winter day just like we experienced today : warm, sunny, breezy. I got on my bike and peddled to the Oxford library and spent hours sitting by the window reading books about container gardening. I remember how good it felt looking forward to the days of all the colorful flowers and spending hours outside. Today I drove most of the way home with my windows down. Spring is coming; I can feel it…just in two months and with several cold weather days ahead of us! Days like these offer hope, though.

Along with the nice visit and quality Oxford square walking I found some neat books to keep me busy this week. Never talked about it on my blog before, but I most easily fall asleep to non-fiction. Specifically that of the Russian Revolution, Stalin, the gulags and Hitler. Oddly enough, I don’t really have nightmares. I truly can’t get enough of it. My best bet for sleep aid is listening to an audio book because I can keep my eyes closed. Alright, I’ll wrap this up before I reveal my true obsession with sleep. Who wouldn’t be obsessed on this AM schedule.

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07

Oct
2013

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Home

On 07, Oct 2013 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

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Mom and I loved this spot in Louisiana. What an adorable cottage. It was my first day back at work today after being off a week with my family. I got in at 10 last night and woke 2:45 am, so I’m in need of serious sleep time. What I really want to do is write about my trip!!!! I miss mom and dad so much. Soon!!!!

Hope the weather is as nice where you are on this Monday as it is here in Memphis.

05

Sep
2013

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By Lindsey

Why not closer???

On 05, Sep 2013 | No Comments | In Musings, Travel | By Lindsey

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I get way too worked up about the experiences of those I love. Oooh it makes me worry; I just just want them to be happy, but I knew when I looked over the table at my lil bro licking his already meat picked rip bones I’d done good. Yes- good.

It was his first trip to Memphis, and he had to have some of the BBQ he’s heard so much about. Glad he liked. There is plenty more here!

Mom, dad and Steven made the seven hour drive for a short weekend. I loved my time with them from football to hot wings with beer. I wish they lived closer but I suppose that’s life. I’m lucky Memphis is driving distance.

My favorite thing is waking up early with my parents and grabbing coffee and hitting yard sales. Mom and I fight over linens ( fo real ) while dad inspects all the goods….then there was Sunday lunch. Fried chicken in my granny’s cast iron skillet, Mac & cheese and sweet corn. Ahhhh Until next time….

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05

Sep
2013

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Pink Lady Learning in Florida

On 05, Sep 2013 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

I’ve been doing the news seven years now. That’s nothing compared to many of my colleagues, but it feels like such a long time ago. I barely remember learning how to do what I do. I just do it. Every day.

Recently I got to get back in the classroom with 18 other anchors from across the country. We came together at the Poynter Institute.

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First as a person who values aesthetics, the Poynter Institute building in Saint Petersburg, Florida is just gorgeous. Everything about it says to me “This is a place to learn. This is a place to be inspired. Enjoy every minute!”

Notice the lovely natural wood facade with reflection pools and a feeling of the outdoors that is brought in through the buildings. Saint Pete is just amazing. Walking through the city you are surrounded by water and boats. Always a comforting feeling for someone like me who grew up along a coastal area. Plus, the city really is named after the Russian city. A Russian immigrant built a railroad on the land and brought a little bit of Mother Russia to the beach.

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This was actually my third time in Saint Pete. In 2004 I interned at the NBC affiliate in Tampa and drove across the bridge into the beach community often to be around its loveliness. In 2009 I also went to a reporters class at Poynter.

I have a stack full of thank you notes to write to the people who made this opportunity possible. This weekend I’m going back through all my notes so I can share a lot of what I learned with my friends at work. There was a heavy focus on better using social media in our field. We also talked a lot about conflict resolution which is a nifty skill for any job, as I’m sure you’d agree. I won’t bore you with the other professional development discussions we had over the six days, but I walked away extremely inspired and a little bit overwhelmed, in a great way, though. Just so much material and ideas going through my mind. I spent all my time with the other anchors. It was very cool as I pretty much live a solo existence waking up extremely early and going to bed before dark. So, it was fantastic to be with people who get me. We learned from each other and had fun with each other. We are all in different stages of our careers in a business that can eat people alive. Making so many new friends was a real treat.

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Then when it was over – with so much on my mind – Matt met me for a long weekend to chill out. When I interned in Tampa I’d always wanted to stay at the big pink magical looking Don Cesar hotel. It was built in the late 20’s and has gone from a hotel to a WW2 era military hospital, veterans affairs office and finally a hotel again. What an interesting property. The hallways are all crazy wide. I imagine so the hospital beds could be wheeled through. Kinda creepy cool. I call her the pink lady or maybe I read that, can’t remember.

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Another treat is that before the classes started a good friend of mine from the news biz met me a day early. We had a wonderful dinner and a Cuban lunch. Mostly just laughed with each other. Friends in Meridian will recognize her as Emily Gagnon, the sports anchor from WTOK. She’s now doing regional sports. Her life is super busy with football starting! Wishing her a lot of luck covering SEC football.

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That part of Florida will always excite me. I just love it.

09

Aug
2013

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Sewanee and its Beauty

On 09, Aug 2013 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

On this Friday I’m looking forward to a quiet weekend alone in Memphis. This is a rare occurrence these days. As much as I’m looking forward to blasting through the latest Vanity Fair and indulging in some of my favorite cold fizzy wine, I’m also thinking about how much fun I had last weekend in Sewanee, TN.

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This is where Matt went to undergrad. I may have loved my four years at Ole Miss, but Matt really loved/loves his school. I remember him telling me all about it in one of our first chats – years ago. Finally I had the chance to see why.

Sewanee is beautiful. I actually think the mix of a rustic nature landscape in the East TN mountains and Cambridge style/ locally quarried stone buildings would have inspired me, probably a little more than Ole Miss, no regrets, though. Ole Miss is pristine, just different. Sewanee definitely doesn’t have the square!!

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Anyhow, Matt was so excited to show me the campus. Actually he was absolutely giddy as we walked in the library, through his old English classrooms and on walks through the campus trails. They were stunning.

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The weekend was all about wishing a beautiful marriage to Matt’s friends William & Martha. His friends put on the sweetest party. Great foods and a beautiful table overlooking the bluff. His friend Miles made these amazing flatbread pizzas with fresh cheese, tomatoes, red onions and olives.

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The house we stayed in was precious. Lots of vintage pieces and fantastic screened in back porch. Right on the campus.

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Life is good.

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01

Aug
2013

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By Lindsey

Blissful Travel

On 01, Aug 2013 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

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I have quite the stash of these mini Bliss products.

Matt and I met up in Atlanta this past weekend and he has the routine down. Since we are long distance we’ve had to to do a lot of travel. He now knows if the hotel has either Bliss, Aveda or Molten Brown, he’s required to ask for a couple more. No hotel employee would ever think a guy like Matt is hoarding product. He’s been a great sport about it.

These above are my favorite. The hotel we stayed at ( I’m not revealing the name to prevent them from black listing me ) not only supplies Bliss shampoo and conditioner, but also the most delicious lemon scented bar soap and lotion, plus the supurb Bliss foaming face wash. I always stare at it in Sephora and refuse to spend that much $$, but ooooh the free ones are so nice with my clairsonic, for those who don’t know about these gadgets, they are the vibrating face devices.

I definitly don’t collect all travel size toiletries. I try to explain that to Matt; he doesn’t believe me. I got it from mom. I can’t help it. It’s only the nice ones I hoard.

20

May
2013

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By Lindsey

Kris and Sarah!!! VOTE! LA Highlights

On 20, May 2013 | No Comments | In Music, Travel | By Lindsey

 

I’ve never watched American Idol

Or

America’s Got Talent….skills…..dance moves – YOU NAME IT.

I just never get into it.

Until now.

Weeks ago my boss asked if I would handle our Action News 5 VOICE coverage.

Sounded simple, but boy, this has been an adventure. If you haven’t watched it, it’s a hit NBC show that this season features two Memphians. We started with 4 Memphians on the show, but Grace Askew and Patrick Dodd went home during the earlier rounds.

These are our amazing 2 remaining :

– Kris Thomas

A 28 year old who grew up singing in his dad’s Memphis church. He later attended The Stax Music Academy, was actually one of the first graduating classes from the academy. He has a crazy diverse range. If you heard him sing without looking, you might think he was a female. Wildly impressive.

He has a huge smile. When I met him in LA (the station sent me there two weeks ago to cover all the action LIVE outside the studio) I was so impressed with his genuine kindness and fun spirit.

 

– Sarah Simmons

She may have grown up in Birmingham, but she PICKED Memphis as her school home; she’s been here four years. She attends the Visible Music College downtown Memphis. Her friends there just love her and I do, too. When I first heard her version of  “One of Us” I was stunned into silence. Just wonderful.

Tonight both of these singers will take to the stage again to ask Americans to vote them into the top eight. Voting starts at 8:55 central, that’s when the two hour show is over.  The results will be announced tomorrow at 8pm. I’m so impressed that Memphis has two contestants in the top 10 – can you imagine if they both make it into the top 8. Fingers crossed…….

It’s funny how into this show/story I’ve gotten. I guess that happens when you cover something for over a month, interview their family, church members, school mates, neighbors EVERYONE! If they had pets I could find,  I’d try to include them in the stories.

Anyhow, if you haven’t watched give it a try. Cheer on our Kris and Sarah. They really are special talents thrown into such an insane situation. Win or lose they have huge futures ahead of them.

ps

I never wrote about the LA trip.

It was so thrilling and exhausting that I came home and slept for like 36 straight hours. I finally came back into the world with my cat, Bridget, staring at me. I think I was within hours of being eaten. (we’ve all heard the stories)

We were live in LA out of an NBC live truck.

WATCH VOICE COVERAGE

On the red carpet after Kris & Sarah moved on

 

I worked with some very talented news folks from producers, talent to photographers. I learned a lot and had the time of my life. I went with Action News 5 photographer Matt Youmans who had never been out there. I had been to LA, but didn’t do any of the studio tours or even drive through Universal City, which is where the show is shot. Driving into Universal Studios every day was surreal. Movies and television shows were being filmed there. Golf carts zoomed in every direction, but it seems all the big names were driven around in dark mysterious suv’s. I’ve never been into the famous types or celebrities, so I considered the whole process hilarious and entertaining. It’s like watching how the other half lives.

 

 

Plus, I forgot how beautiful Los Angeles is – when can I go back? Well, maybe soon if Kris and/or Sarah keep wowing Americans!!! Can’t wait to see Kris and Sarah and all that amazing bougainvillea. Loved my room and the view.

 

11

May
2013

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Time Travel, Scary Historical Dreams, Shady Spots

On 11, May 2013 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

back home

It’s as if Friday just doesn’t exist.

We got home from LA for our fantastic voice coverage Friday morning around midnight. I immediately went to sleep. Only woke during the day friday to eat something around noon and then went back to sleep. This magical unconsciousness lasted until this morning (saturday) at 11:30.

I had a lot of dreams during my slumber. I think that’s why I just kept sleeping. It was an amazing story line. I only remember two of the dreams that sort of blended into each other.

Dream

After the Voice house of blues party, as part of the big group of reporters and photographers, we found ourselves in the middle of a death investigation at a house next to the house of blues. We did our own bit of investigating and found it it was a suicide. An older man had shot himself. His widow came home to find him. ( I told you it was sad.) He had been in Germany post WW 11. His widow and I, together, went through some of his stored boxes. She had no desire to keep his boxes and I discovered he was in possession of some very special log books from the Stasi. Yes, my history was totally out of order. Still I was in total disbelief at the find. Next thing I knew, I was in my house in Memphis looking through the book. It was early in the morning and I heard something. Turns out it was a scary female in my house with plans to kidnap me. I told her she really didn’t want me. She told me she knew more about me than I would ever imagine. Then I woke. Wonder what she was talking about. Probably that I let Bridget drink out of the faucet.

Now that I’m a part of the world again I’ve been so thrilled at my yard. It rained a lot in Memphis while I was gone. It rained a lot in LA, too. No escape.

I’ve loved watching my yard develop in stages. I’ve lived in my house almost two years now. That’s two summers of planting perennials in hopes they would grow into a full bed. Honestly, I forget year to year what I planted and now just watch the beds get thicker and thicker with amazement. My roses are finally in bloom. Some black eyed susans I forgot all about will be blooming in just days. In the backyard the light pink climbing roses (that I can’t claim as mine) are starting to look just beautiful. Everything is a couple of weeks behind this year, so I’m never sure day to day what to expect.

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I don’t mind spending money on plants but, since I rent, I hate to buy a bunch of yard furniture for it to just get nasty and then I feel compelled to move it one day, if I ever change houses. Can’t imagine why I ever would. I love it here.

Still, I grew up with a mom who created yard atmosphere out of every shady corner and brick she could find. We were outside livers in Long Beach and now she’s done the same with her new house in Stone County, MS. She’s never one to pay someone to develop a yard. With her it’s just organic. I don’t have the gift she does, but definitely have the desire she has.

This spring/summer I’m creating a secret garden in my backyard. It’s a bunch of found items. A cheap hammock with coastal stripes, a $3 side table, an old chair and LOTS of plants I plan to put everywhere. It’s really nothing special, but I love to sit out here. I’m writing in my chair right now. No one really knows I’m out here. My house was built in the 20’s and I like to think people walked around while it was being built and hoped someone would find a way to make all the corners and shady spots special. That they would really love it and I do.

As my facebook/twitter friends remind me – I’m always going somewhere. Having a long distance boyfriend and parents who live 7 hours away will do that! However, I’m so happy to have the rest of the day and Sunday here at home. I keep singing The Cure song, Home. I can’t find an actual video or song version to share but it’s beautiful. Worth looking up on itunes.

http://www.amazon.com/Mint-Car-Home-Cure/dp/B000002HYD

06

Apr
2013

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Self Described Pale Girl Does Caribbean

On 06, Apr 2013 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

{ blogging on iPhone leads to funny mistakes and pictures posted twice. Fixing it is hard without messing up the whole post. Please forgive }

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I think I thought if I imported the pictures and put my thoughts about the trip in a blog it would feel distant.

Less than a week ago I went with my best girl friend’s family to Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic.

It was a last minute invite. Of course, I don’t turn down adventure, regardless of inflated airfare. Hey, they can get away with it. I’d pay a pretty hefty sum to return.

I’d never been tropical. As far south as I’d been was key West. When my high school peers were planning Cancun trips I was scheming my way to Europe. I’d always said – look – a beach is a beach. Heck, I grew up on a beach. ( I hope you aren’t cracking MS coast jokes right now )

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Cue skipping record sounds….
A beach is not a beach.
I’m glad I didn’t join the other 17 year olds for a mindless booze fest because walking into our open air house, through the back pool/hot tub and onto the rocky cliff overlooking the Caribbean Sea was a dose of shock, euphoria, and kid-like fascination that grown ups fight hard to get.

For the first time in 10 years I ran into the water and swam. Real swimming where I put my head under water, then floated on my back to the point that sound is blocked and you imagine you are a sea creature. Standing up I saw straight through to my pink toenail polish.

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That connection to true beauty and treat of nature honestly made me emotional. Then I heard Rihanna and some hypnotic club music playing in the distance and remembered I wanted another mojito.

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Back inside you still felt the breeze and heard the wind swaying the palms. The house was essentially two structures. The bedrooms, which were each secured, also had generous balconies and showers that looked over the sea. Often in resort housing or lets say, house hunters international, you see a budget friendly choice of cream tile across the property, cheesy furniture and exposed grout. Not our house. Every detail was planned and selected with care. Hardwoods throughout. Warm smelling cedar shelves in the closets and no Miami Vice borrowed decorations. It was done in such a glamorous yet rustic way that I walked around snapping shots of every corner, serving piece and roof thatching. Throw in some cocktails and I thought I was a photog with Anthony Bordain. It drives Camille, BF, crazy, but I can’t help it. If that’s one of my biggest character flaws I’ll make it.

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The common area was like nothing I’ve seen before, but exactly what a beach house should be – the outside in. It rains, you smell it. You forget your book inside, you run from the pool without opening a door.

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The staff at the resort/our house prepared local meals with fresh produce and meat. Even the pig that the head cook ( I call him a chef ) told me….was just snoozing. The lobster sizzled on the grill and later left us eating in a trance with butter running down our arms and faces. The men on the staff every night walked the grounds and gathered bright flowers and foliage to decorate the dinner table. Hibiscus and bouganvilla mixed with the brightest flowers we couldn’t identify.

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I don’t ever want to forget these things. That’s what travel does. It gives us moments to remember when say, I don’t want to wake up at 2:30 am, getting up to make your own coffee feels laborious or the simple pace is replaced with worry for loved ones and our futures. I am thankful the Breland family treats me as one of their own, not just on this trip, but at Christmas and other times where my family is far away.

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– Full disclosure. Spring vacation 2013 is still happening. As I write, I’m on the train to meet mom in NOLA where tomorrow we will board the Norwegian Star for Mexico, Honduras and Belize. Yes, I know, cruises are selling about as much as hummers right now, but this is a result of me drinking two glasses too much wine and bidding on the cruise at a benefit back in Sept. So, here it goes- bring on fanny packs, overweight bikini wearers, overpriced excursions and cheesy souvenirs. Actually, though, the way I look at it, if cruises are out of my authenticity loving character then going on a cruise is actually authentic and adventurous for me. It’s all about spin, baby.

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04

Apr
2013

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U.S. Airways Attacking My Happiness

On 04, Apr 2013 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

 

I threw my bags down after the U.S. Airways gate rep told me I’d missed the flight. With my breathing more strained than when I finished both full marathons, I sat down for a good four minutes. The rep continued looking at me waiting for the expected rant. Breathing under control, but with sweat still running down my body, I finally stood and approached her. I’d used my four minutes to chill, really chill. The reason I’d missed my 7:49 pm flight back to Memphis started way before she’d entered my airport drama.

It started 4 hours earlier when my flight from beautiful, paradise-like, Punta Cana, Dominican Republic was an hour late taking off. Who knows why, I don’t.

From there it went about as you’d expect. There were no airline reps when we landed in Charlotte to help those with immediate connection flights make their way to the front of the meandering Ellis Island styled line to hand over my deceleration form to a customs employee.

As you already know I didn’t make my flight, but what I did do was a culmination of life lessons learned the hard way. You see, I had to anchor the news Monday morning requiring a 2:30 a.m. alarm. If I wanted to get enough sleep I was going to have to fight for it, in the calmest “I don’t want to get arrested in an airport” kind of way I could manage, in the middle of holding in a full rage, fit for a death metal soundtrack.

I stood in that unreasonable line for about ten minutes, all the while trying to have a reasonable conversation with the only airline rep I could find. It didn’t matter what I said, all she repeated to me was that, “Mam, I can’t create a line just for you.” Despite the fact that I was more than willing to invite other unfortunates like me into the special ” I’m about to miss my flight” line, she didn’t find it reasonable.

Then I saw my next move like a glistening oasis.

To the far left of the Ellis Island room hung a sign:

Special needs, dignitaries, and flight crew only – HERE

I did a very successful limbo performance under 15 ropes entertaining the other unfortunates, and got in my new line. Within seconds the flight crew was eying me. They didn’t agree that my U.S. Airways responsible anxiety constituted special needs but they did finally do the reasonable thing and walk me to the front of the 250 person line. With all their eyes burning through my still sun block lathered hair, I barked at the customs man that, “yes, I went to an exotic island alone.”

With that I was off on a mile long, doomed from the beginning, sprint to the gate, which would inevitably leave me getting only three hours of sleep Sunday night, despite my best planning.

During those four minutes of missed flight chilling, I repeated several new mantras. Including but not limited to:

– be happy now
– life isn’t fair
– make your own reality
– don’t worry over what you can’t control
– I hate U.S airways ( joking, but it felt good to write)

In the airport before I flew to the DR I bought “the happiness project.” I love self help books and want as much happy as I can get, plus I thought my typical read about Stalin could put a damper on the beachside vibe.

It’s a sweet little read that clearly came at the right time. Instead of yelling, crying and falling on the ground, like I wanted to….. I analyzed, acted and accepted.

No one was going to help me. In life, if we sit back quietly, we not only miss our flights, but shoulder some of the blame. So what if I was “that woman”? If I hadn’t done what I did, chances are someone would have said, ” why didn’t you just tell someone you were going to miss your flight?” You know that’s how it works and then you say to yourself, “Next time I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Now, my classifying this as a personal growth opportunity doesn’t mean I’m not going to harass the airline until they give me a free flight voucher and refund my nasty airport dinner, but I did giggle all the way home, much better than sulking with resentment.

I think that Punta Cana sun was good for me. Another note, thank goodness I never check my bags!

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04

Apr
2013

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U.S. Airways Attacking My Happiness

On 04, Apr 2013 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

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I threw my bags down after the U.S. Airways gate rep told me I’d missed the flight. With my breathing more strained than when I finished both full marathons, I sat down for a good four minutes. The rep continued looking at me waiting for the expected rant. Breathing under control, but with sweat still running down my body, I finally stood and approached her. I’d used my four minutes to chill, really chill. The reason I’d missed my 7:49 pm flight back to Memphis started way before she’d entered my airport drama.

It started 4 hours earlier when my flight from beautiful, paradise-like, Punta Cana, Dominican Republic was an hour late taking off. Who knows why, I don’t.

From there it went about as you’d expect. There were no airline reps when we landed in Charlotte to help those with immediate connection flights make their way to the front of the meandering Ellis Island styled line to hand over my declaration form to a customs employee.

As you already know I didn’t make my flight, but what I did do was a culmination of life lessons learned the hard way. You see, I had to anchor the news Monday morning requiring a 2:30 a.m. alarm. If I wanted to get enough sleep I was going to have to fight for it, in the calmest “I don’t want to get arrested in an airport” kind of way I could manage, in the middle of holding in a full rage, fit for a death metal soundtrack.

I stood in that unreasonable line for about ten minutes, all the while trying to have a reasonable conversation with the only airline rep I could find. It didn’t matter what I said, all she repeated to me was that, “Mam, I can’t create a line just for you.” Despite the fact that I was more than willing to invite other unfortunates like me into the special ” I’m about to miss my flight” line, she didn’t find it reasonable.

Then I saw my next move like a glistening oasis.

To the far left of the Ellis Island room hung a sign:

Special needs, dignitaries, and flight crew only – HERE

I did a very successful limbo performance under 15 ropes entertaining the other unfortunates, and got in my new line. Within seconds the flight crew was eying me. They didn’t agree that my U.S. Airways responsible anxiety constituted special needs but they did finally do the reasonable thing and walk me to the front of the 250 person line. With all their eyes burning through my still sun block lathered hair, I barked at the customs man that, “yes, I went to an exotic island alone.”

With that I was off on a mile long, doomed from the beginning, sprint to the gate, which would inevitably leave me getting only three hours of sleep Sunday night, despite my best planning.

During those four minutes of missed flight chilling, I repeated several new mantras. Including but not limited to:

– be happy now
– life isn’t fair
– make your own reality
– don’t worry over what you can’t control
– I hate U.S airways ( joking, but it felt good to write)

In the airport before I flew to the DR I bought “the happiness project.” I love self help books and want as much happy as I can get, plus I thought my typical read about Stalin could put a damper on the beachside vibe.

It’s a sweet little read that clearly came at the right time. Instead of yelling, crying and falling on the ground, like I wanted to….. I analyzed, acted and accepted.

No one was going to help me. In life, if we sit back quietly, we not only miss our flights, but shoulder some of the blame. So what if I was “that woman”? If I hadn’t done what I did, chances are someone would have said, ” why didn’t you just tell someone you were going to miss your flight?” You know that’s how it works and then you say to yourself, “Next time I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Now, my classifying this as a personal growth opportunity doesn’t mean I’m not going to harass the airline until they give me a free flight voucher and refund my nasty airport dinner, but I did giggle all the way home, much better than sulking with resentment.

I think that Punta Cana sun was good for me. Another note, thank goodness I never check my bags!

03

Feb
2013

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Rocket City Adventure & Big Introduction

On 03, Feb 2013 | No Comments | In Musings, Travel | By Lindsey

My boyfriend Matt and I live in different cities. He’s near Atlanta and I, of course, am in Memphis. This is a fairly new relationship but it does appear we will fly to see each other once a month. It’s a nice short flight, but clearly we will want to visit more than just 12 times a year!

So, this weekend we met up in a random city between both our homes. This time we picked Huntsville, Alabama.

Why? Well :: why not. We stayed at the Marriott flanked by rockets on all sides. Pretty wild drive up to the parking lot.

Our view from the hotel room :: cool!!

It was all intentional, though. We’d decided to do the whole science/history thing and tour the space center which is basically on the same property as the hotel. I’ve never been very interested in science or space. I know every one thinks space is cool, but I really don’t, well maybe I just don’t think about it all that much. However, I do think war weaponry, WW2, Germans and history are cool and I got a lot of that, much to my surprise. They should really market the museum better, if you ask me.

You see. Maybe it’s a history most know :: or at least most who were alive during that era. During the 40’s and the war Hitler had a team of scientists working on rockets – – missile technology. We knew that. What I didn’t know is that those same men who were responsible for the Nazi V-2 rocket, that rained down on Europe during the war, were also taken taken in by American troops at the end of the war, and were flown to Texas where they continued their research, this time for us. These former Nazis were essentially the true brain power behind what we now know as NASA. We can thank them for the Saturn V that propelled Apollo to the moon! Fascinating!!

The main man was a rocket scientist by the name of Wernher von Braun, a German.

Von Braun

His desk was on display

If he’s a household name I missed that dinner conversation. He’s all new to me. He and his team were initially taken to a base in Texas (their relocation was called operation paperclip) then moved to Huntsville where they spent many years putting Alabama on the map. Many of the German families still live in Huntsville. Matt and I were just shocked by the fact that NASA was essentially jump started by some Nazi leftovers.

Von Braun circled

He’s with nazis

 

All I can say is better we got the scientists and not the Soviets who surely were looking for them, too.

A mere 16 years later with the president

Anyhow, the museum dedicated a majority of the material to Von Braun, and the Huntsville people seem very proud of him. I imagine there were some confused people in the area during the 50’s, though. We went in this cute little bookshop that carried a lot of local books and one of them was written by a man who was a kid living in Huntsville during that time. We read through enough to find out that lots of people in the community then wondered if the gang of scientists were really German spies! Can you imagine the porch/coffee talk! Matt and I are both obsessed with all things Russian, German, Cold War and WW2 so this bit of history was a weekend-maker / non-stop conversation for us.

 

Also memorable was Matt’s fish dish at dinner Saturday night. He looked ahead and picked this very lovely place called Cotton Row for dinner.

The lighting inside was perfect, and the food was so good and rich. I had lamb and it was quite nice, however, Matt says his fish was one of the best fish dishes he’s had in a long time. What a statement! It also had a good creamy risotto. We’ve decided to go back to Huntsville just for that meal!

Now to some rather sad weekend news. As I walked out of my apartment to leave Saturday morning I saw something heartbreaking. Lydia the bird was dead. Her sister Leona was just crying above her in the cage. I don’t know what happened. My only guess is that she had been eating some of the painted wood off her cage and possibly the Chinese construction poisoned her. It is a very old cage. I know a bird is probably just a couple of degrees above a fish in terms of how wrapped up one would get in them. By that I mean, no I didn’t cry. It’s not as it would be if I lost Bridget, but it did break my heart. So much so that I had to call a friend to help me with her little body.

Lydia on the right

 

To make Lydia’s death a little crazier Matt and I had a marathon movie watching session Sunday morning   (now that I wake up naturally at 7 am there is lots of time ) consisting of Pet Sematary 1 and 2. Talk about crazy images.

poor poor Eward Furlong

He was such a cutie kid. Today hard drugs have hit him hard.
I prefer to picture him this way – the way he looked in Pet Sematary

I’ll close this blog by saying Lydia will will not be visiting pet sematary. Also, that Matt and I loved Huntsville. To have been there for such a short time it really was fun and authentic.

If you can think of some other interesting meeting spots between ATL and Memphis let me know! I suppose I haven’t said anything about where we met. He was just quickly announced as my boyfriend via my blog. Well, we met in Oxford when he was in graduate/law school at Ole Miss and I was finishing undergrad. We actually had a journalism ethics class together (Dr Adkins) in Farley Hall ( my favorite spot on campus) together and I thought he was dreamy. He was two years older than I was. We became very close friends until I moved to start my career in Meridian. It just took him a while to decide he liked me the same as I always liked him. Well, like nine years. Goodness life is funny. Bottom line I haven’t been with a person I considered or called a boyfriend in around five years.  He has a similar story. We are excited.

What’s great is that for two music people we naturally have a song/band/music genre for every outing….  this is from the Huntsville trip.

Tegan and Sara – Closer

This was my song for the drive to and from Rocket City

The xx – chained  (from the new album coexit)

19

Jan
2013

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Awake and Shocked on Vacation

On 19, Jan 2013 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

Good morning from Highlands, North Carolina!!
It’s 8:19 here and I’ve been awake for last hour and a half.
What?????

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When I took the morning anchor position back in December I knew I was signing up for a life of 2:30 am wake ups, but didn’t realize I was also essentially setting my alarm for weekend mornings.

I’m the gal who was in a comatose state till noon sat and sun, well m-f for that matter.

Now, I’m with my boyfriend at his family’s amazing home in North Carolina wide awake. ( future blog will talk more about this beautiful scene and home. I’m having a sensory high.)
Matt is fast asleep as he should be. ( more on him in a later blog, too ) To pass time without a book, didn’t think I’d have time, I’ve been staring at him, successfully digging around in kitchen for a diet coke and eating a granola bar and now writing this quick entry. Poor Matthew is going to kill me. He keeps asking if I’m ok.

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Nice view to be wide awake with, though, huh? I think I have another hour to kill then the house will start moving with the other couples here with us.

14

Jan
2013

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The Single & The Pregnant in East MS

On 14, Jan 2013 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

I hate driving, plus I have a very unreliable car, so I haven’t made the trip down to Meridian alone since I moved up here. I’ve only been through when mom was driving. Normally, we only have time for a 45 minute stop, and usually that’s a flea market. Hadn’t even driven past my old apartment since I left a year and a half ago. Last minute I decided to go to a good friend’s baby shower in Philadelphia, MS and make a BIG time out of it.

With my new schedule I can leave relatively early on a friday and have a pretty full weekend so long as I’m in bed Sunday night by 8.

I rented a car. Drove down to Meridian on Friday. Had dinner with a best friend Tom Daniels at Weidmann’s.

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Tom was the 10 pm anchor at WTOK before I took over the gig. He’s worked all over the country and is a forever friend with a similar view of life. A true joy to have one of those friends. Weidmann’s is a restaurant downtown that I’m thrilled to see is still experiencing great success. Even has a new amazing sign.

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Dinner with Tom downstairs and then drinks with my friends upstairs. Jason, Patrick, Joshua, Krilecia, Lee and Chuck. Thank you all for spending time with me. I miss them. Plus, all my old WTOK who were there.

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Even had a little post bar dance party to a favorite, The Cure — Boys Don’t Cry.

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Lost my phone in the middle of all my dance moves Friday night and spent the morning searching for it. Before Joshua found it in the crack of the couch cushion, I spent the early morning hours of Sat. a little heartbroken and extra freaked out that I would never find my sweet sweet iphone 5 in its lovely aqua case. Lesson one of the weekend :: I’m obsessed with my phone and there is no turning back. Four hours without it and I felt very very low. Not sad. Just reality. Must not be separated from it again. Big thanks to Joshua, Krilecia and Patrick for helping me find it and not making fun of my very obvious emotional roller coaster.

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From single friends to pregnant ones.

Leigh Allyn’s baby shower was adorable. She has such a supportive group of lady friends in Philadelphia. Pregnant women were everywhere. The shower was nice, but after was a treat. Pajamas on and wine in hand, for the non-pregnant ones. We just talked. Shared memories from our Delta Gamma years. I was with the two girls I lived with in the sorority house. Man, they know a lot about me. It feels good. Went to sleep that night in the middle of a king sized bed. My friend Shay on one side and Lauren, pregnant with twins, on the other, and she had the gall to say I was hogging the bed. he he he

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Even had dinner with Jonathon in Philly

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Lesson number 2. I seriously need a new car. As someone who has always said I hate driving, I sure enjoyed it. The big Chevy Impala glided down the road. Not even heavy rain ruined my positive thought filled journey as I enjoyed music playing from a car with modern amenities.

Lesson 3. I can’t go that long without going back down there. I love it and the people too much. Planning a spring trip now. By then my friend Tony Sansone’s azaleas will be out of this world beautiful. I thought about it as we chatted outside his house.

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East Mississippi will always feel like home.

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10

Jan
2013

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L & L Getting All Fancy Thanks To Hernando Rotary

On 10, Jan 2013 | No Comments | In Travel | By Lindsey

FINALLY

Lydia and Leona now have a new much more appropriate home. Gone is the small plastic cage they came to my home in almost a year ago. L & L, as my friends affectionately call them, now have a big, antique, brown bird cage.

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I’d been looking for a while, but because many people like to decorate with the old cages you’d be shocked by what shops are asking for them. I’m talking around $300-400.

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What?? My girls are special, but really? I found this one for much less at one of my favorite Mid-South shops. The Tin Roof Market on the Hernando square. Adorable shop.

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Hernando is one of my favorite North Mississippi towns.

Hernando Info

The community has done a great job making sure their square remains vibrant with good restaurants, quality shops and lots of festivals that encourage the idea that the square is the center of the city/town. Same as a downtown in square-less communities. If you haven’t been to the farmers market there…you are missing out! Bought my favorite sweet & crunchy pickles there.

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Turns out this is the same speech I gave the Hernando Rotary Club over lunch Wednesday. My friend Doug Davis, former MS state senator, asked if I’d talk to the group. Glad he looks out for a MS girl and helped me talk about my new job anchoring the morning show. Always trying to recruit viewers!!

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For the record, I’m a TERRIBLE public speaker. I lose my thoughts, it’s all scattered and flows like my writing does, at times….total stream of consciousness. Anyhow, it was nice to meet the people there and tell them how much I love their town. They did give me a mug!! Used this morning at 4 am because its so BIG.

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