I filled in on KSTP’s live talk show today. I think I was confused the whole time! It’s all good. New experiences are fun. It’s called Twin Cities Live. We had segments about cooking with steamers, thePantone color of the year and organizing our closets. Lots of moving around and ad libbing. The host – Steve – made it easy.
Christmas and the New Year are over.
I worked straight through, so I’m managing just fine. It was always toughest in college. Imagine being a student here at the University of Minnesota. This was the front page of the Star Tribune.
It’s always a little disorienting how lovely and stylish the Minneapolis St Paul Airport is with the gourmet food courts and swank bars.
I mean there’s a fresh squeezed orange juice station. Just don’t think this would work in other airports. People would me touching the oranges and sneezing near it.
The third picture is exactly where I realized this would be my new home. Was on my way back to Memphis and thought – “What the heck. Let’s do this.”
Wonder if the airport style played a role!
Mind blown. This, if you aren’t familiar, is a tater tot hotdish. For those like me, who are unfamiliar with the hotdish:
Hotdish translation = Minnesota for casserole. It’s today’s lunch special in our station cafeteria. It’s made with crispy tots on top, hash browns, green beans and a tasty ground beef. Adventures in Minnesota only continue.
I’ve edited out this woman’s name and picture. I prefer to think she was in the middle of a temporary psychotic breakdown.
In the news business we are open game for internet trolls. No hard feelings. I know everyone won’t like me. All on-air folks get bizarre attacks on our looks and talent.
Still, this is the meanest most vicious and shallow attack I’ve received to date. Thank God she hasn’t seen my behind. No doubt she’d be accusing me of having a buttocks injection. Nope, it’s naturally plump, too.
Let me say, Minnesotans have treated me like gold . There is this hateful email, but I’ve received dozens of welcome notes from the people up here.
I think what bothers me most is that this woman wanted to attack my femininity. Wanted me to feel inappropriate, all the while I’m on air buttoned up so conservatively in my dark brown blazer that I could pass for Murphy Brown. Then there is the “our” state and humble brag “plain home folks” comment. Where does she think I’m from? Nantucket? Last I checked South Mississippi is as down home as it gets?
Enough energy on her. Sorry, sister. My giant lips aren’t going anywhere.
I wondered if you could tell the difference between temps in the 20’s, teens and single digits. I found out today that you can. I knew it felt colder. Everything around my face burns – eyes, nose and lips. It even burns my chest a bit when I breath in up here. Just wild.