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About

Fri, 11 Mar 2011 11:26:41 GMT

About Jeanette
Jeanette grew up on the central coast of California.   She lived in Capitola, in the Monterey Bay area through high school, then went to college at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo.   She spent her first few years in the broadcasting business there, working for a local radio station and KSBY-TV (NBC).

She made her move to the midwest when she took a job at KCCI-TV (CBS) in Des Moines, Iowa and covered everything from tornados to the state fair and the presidential caucuses.  When Jeanette was an anchor for KCCI-TV the station was honored with a national Edward R Murrow award for overall excellence. She also hosted Better Homes and Gardens nationally syndicated show focusing on travel, food, landscaping and design.

In March of 2005 she ventured north to the Twin Cities to take a job at WCCO-TV.   She worked there for four years, until this past March when the bad economy caught up with her too and she was laid off.   She's been honored with awards from the Associated Press, the Iowa and Minnesota Broadcasting Associations and received regional Emmy awards for her reporting and anchoring as well as two regional Edward R Murrow awards for her reporting.

Jeanette left Minneapolis and took a job at KSBY-TV in 2010, and in doing so, moved back home. She anchors the evening and late night newscasts there and does a weekly segment called "No Place Like Home" where she profiles all the great little getaways to be found on the Central Coast. You can check out those hot spots by clicking here. And you can watch KSBY News on-line at 5pm, 6pm, 6:30pm, 10pm and 11pm pacific time on ksby.com.

Home Page

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 01:08:58 GMT

Hello Friends!

Thanks for stopping by jeanettetrompeter.com.   It's nothing too fancy, but I like the way it keeps me in touch with all the people I've met along my journeys.

Those journeys include my move back to the beautiful central coast of California in December of 2009.   I loved my adventures in Iowa and Minnesota and the places in between I visited thanks to my jobs there.   But as cliche' as it sounds, there is no place like home.

I'm working as an anchor and reporter at  KSBY-TV.   It it is where I began my television career, and even more importantly, it's in a city that is home to me.  I was born in San Luis Obispo, and my parents, siblings and nephew all live in San Luis Obispo County.

I so appreciate the support my friends in Minnesota and Iowa have offered as I made this move, and as settle back in here.   Thanks for keeping tabs on me, and you can continue to do so here and at KSBY on-line.

And to the wonderful people who have welcomed me back to the Central Coast and KSBY, thank you too. You make me feel more at home every single day with your kindness and open hearts.
It's really good to be home.

Cheers!

JT

April

Tue, 05 Apr 2011 12:38:28 GMT

April:

1-The View of Shell Beach and Avila from the mountain between them.
2-Heading to Santa Barbara for the night.
3-Sunny Sunday afernoons at Marisol at the Cliffs.
4-New, comfortable shoes.

March 2011

Tue, 05 Apr 2011 11:46:40 GMT

March 2011:

1-Taking my shoes off and sand falling all over the floor.
2-The joy of a dog chasing a ball.
3-Thursdays. The weekend in clear sight.
4-Getting through the first day of the Fashion Show at the Madonna Inn
5-Flirting
6-A massage
7-The sound of the rain in my garage.
8-Turning off the alarm and getting another half hour of deep sleep.
9-A gorgeous sunny day and a road trip with Photographer Kelly Teel.
10-The smell of the flowers outside Upper Crust in the evening.
11-Fridays.
12-Not feeling good and having a weekend to lay low.
13-Feeling punky enough to stay home and lay low and watch movies, but not so miserable you can't sleep.
14-A good movie.
15-The smell of laundry when you first take it out of the dryer.
16-Crawling into a bed with fresh clean linens.
17-St. Patricks day and having it off to celebrate.
18-Starting a new book and realizing you are really going to enjoy it.
19-Having Mom join me on a night out with "the girls".
20-Seeing old friends after a long time.
21-Watching two kids from Minnesota get into the ocean for the first time.
22-Watching two people connect and seeing the way it brightens their faces.
23-The spirit of NCAA pools.
24-Finally kicking a cold.
25-Getting the first workout after time off out of the way.
26-Having more fun events to choose from than you have time.
27-A beautiful sunset
28-Being honest with someone, even when its hard to say, and having them thank you for it.
29-Having an evening off.
30-The easy laughter that comes with friends you've known for years.
31-The first time you hit the beach in a new year.

February 2011

Tue, 05 Apr 2011 12:33:59 GMT

Reasons I found to be grateful in Febraury:

Tuesday, February 1st, 2011: I'll be honest, I struggled this day. But sand in my shoes, and all over my house. It means I live near the beach.
Wednesday, Febuary 2nd, 2011: Friends who reach out to you when they suspect you're having a rough day.
Thursday, February 3rd, 2011: Nice feedback from viewers.
Friday, February 4th, 2011: hearing a song about home on an old CD I found in my car as I'm driving to a dinner at the Mid-State Fairgrounds and realizing, I am home.
Saturday, February 5th, 2011: The view on my drive home over highway 46 from Paso Robles.

Sunday, February 6th: Stepping outside during half-time at a Superbowl party in San Luis Obispo and seeing this:

And still making it to Shell Beach for sunset and the second half.
Monday, February 7th: The ping pong of sensations on a warm day like this of the sun on your skin, trading off with the cool of the breeze coming off the ocean.
Tuesday, February 8th: The smell of the sea when I stepped out of my car upon getting home tonight.
Wednesday, February 9th: James Taylor's voice.
Thursday, February 10th-Monday, February 28th: So the secret to resolutions is to not abandon them once you fall off the wagon, right? Well, I admit, I kind of dropped the ball on keeping track of my blessings in February. I fought to find a thankful heart a day or two during this month, but most of the time I'd spot my blessing but not take the time to file it away here. So, let me summarize with those I can remember:
-Having old friends meet new ones and seeing them hit it off.
-Surprises, as in gifts you weren't expecting.
-A night at The Sea Chest in Moonstone Beach
-The view from Bishops Peak.
-Having someone do your hair for you.
-Fish Tacos.
-The feeling after a run.
-The hope of spring.

January 2011

Wed, 02 Feb 2011 12:34:17 GMT

Here we go...I aim to note one thing I am thankful for every day of 2011:

Saturday, January 1st: Keeping a 20 year streak of doing New Year's Day plunges alive by jumping into the Pacific in Pismo Beach.
Sunday, January 2nd: Being able to watch Sunday football in my cozy little house with Mom and Dad.
Monday, January 3rd: Returning to work at KSBY after time off and being greeted with hugs from co-workers. How many co-workers greet each other with hugs?
Tuesday, January 4th: I have had the pleasure of having friends like Pete Magnussen and his family.   Hearing his wife explain it's time to offer up goodbyes to Pete in his hospice care broke my heart. Yet, I am incredibly grateful to know people who have learned to deal with illness and death as a part of life like they have.   I am grateful our paths crosses some 20 years ago.
Wednesday, January 5th: Sitting on a bench on Stearn's Wharf in Santa Barbara at Sunset in just a long sleeved shirt being totally comfortable. Listening to the seagulls, watching the sparkles on the water, and the palm trees and mountains on shore and feeling so incredibly lucky to be there in that moment.
Thursday, January 6th: Hot coffee on my way to work this morning in the car and the view as I drove along the coastline of 101 toward town. The view as I came over the hill in town.
Friday, January 7th, 2011:   Days off.   Getting together with old college friends and laughing so hard my stomach was sore the next day.
Saturday, January 8th, 2011.   Sunshine on the water.   Getting a competent cable guy to figure out what was wrong with my service.
Sunday, January 9th, 2011. Having a neighbor dog who likes to come hang out with me. Dolly makes outdoor chores seem less laborious with her cheerful shadowing presence.
Monday, January 10th, 2011: Palm trees.   I realize as I'm driving to work or anywhere if I'm feeling a little stressed, noticing the palm trees everywhere just makes me smile. They just seem happy no matter what.
Tuesday, January 11th, 2011: The sound the water makes when it slaps up on shore over the pebbles, seashell and sea-glass on shore.
                                              The sound it makes when it retreats.
                                              Those silly sea lions who seem to be able to find a comfortable spot to soak up sunshine just about anywhere.
                                              The wonder of children as they wander the tide pools at low tide.
                                              Sitting on waters edge and it being the absolutely perfect temperature. Not too hot. Not too cold. Perfect.
                                              The feeling of sun on my face. (Even if it's not good for me. I do wear sunscreen.
Wednesday, January 12th, 2011:   The sound of the coyotes yipping away in the hills as I walked out of the newsroom when the day was done.
Thursday, January 13th, 2011: The sound of Bullfrogs as I drive by the creek on the way home.
Friday, January 14th, 2011: Having a friend to call when I was at wits end who said "I'll be right down".
Saturday January 15th: Hearing doctors at Stanford got all of my friend Bonnie's skin cancer.
Sunday January 16th: The tuna melts and french fries at Scooners in Paso Robles.   The view from Denner Winery in the late afternoon.
Monday January 17th: Making the time to catch up with and old friend over lunch.
Tuesday, January 18th: The feeling I got after making myself go to a body flow class at the gym.
Wednesday, January 19th: Coming home to a clean house.
Thursday, January 20th: Eating McLintock's Ribs and beans on the curb at Farmer's Market with great friends.
Friday, January 21st: Exploring a new hiking trail and the views I discovered at the top. Breathtaking. (The hike and the views!)
Saturday, January 22nd, 2011: Sitting in a kayak along the breakwater at Port San Luis with 8 to 10 foot swells. Waiting for, then watching the waves break over your hear. Amazing.
Sunday, January 23rd, 2011: Having neighbors show up to watch sunset with you when I was feeling a bit lonely after out-of-town company left.
Monday, January 24th, 2011: The eagerness of a dog to go just about anywhere.
Tuesday, January 25th, 2011: Signs of Spring and what 74 degrees feels like with an off-shore breeze.
Wednesday, January 26th 2011: Mountains to Climb. The legs to do so.
Thursday, January 27th, 2011: Arriving a bit frazzled and almost late for a yoga class and having the instructor greet you with a cheerful hello, then having someone make room for you and your yoga mat in a crowded room. The difference in my state of mind from when I walked in, to when I walked out.
Friday, January 28th, 2011: Sunset with friends at The Cliff's in Shell Beach. Always makes my heart happy.
Saturday, January 29th, 2011: The feeling when you realize it's Saturday and not another work day when you first wake up.   Going to a movie with my Mom.
Sunday, January 30th, 2011: Rainy days when you're feeling low on energy anyway. Great weather for laying low at home.
Monday, January 31st, 2011: Surprises in the mail from someone you care about. (We need to remember the value of a sweet card in this day of e-mail/texts/facebook.)

Treasures for the Heart

Thu, 27 Jan 2011 07:31:49 GMT

Here's the deal. We've heard it from so many sources. The more you take note of reasons to be grateful, the happier we will be. I put out a challenge at the start of the year to join me in my quest to recognize at least one thing everyday I have to be thankful for. It has been so easy, and already proven wroth the effort. Instead of playing catch up on my blogs, I'm going to do my best to keep you updated here. Feel free to share some of the things you've noticed that makes your heart smile. It's contagious, and I'll appreciate you sharing the wealth to be found by simply looking around~

Rotta Winery Music on the Patio

Tue, 10 Aug 2010 09:46:56 GMT

Rotta Winery Music on the Patio

Rotta Winery is good enough without the added ambiance of music, but it's definately worth scheduling a special trip for these special Sundays.
Sunday, August 15th 3-6pm - Mike McGuire
Sunday, August 22nd 3:30-6pm - Martin Paris
(RSVP 805.237.0510 Food avail. For purchase)

V6 Cattle Drive

Fri, 11 Mar 2011 12:03:50 GMT

I love being invited to help round-up cattle come branding season, and love that some ranchers along the central and south coast invite the public to be a part of this spring ritual now and then. The V6 ranch is 22-thousand acres that spreads over portions of both San Luis Obispo and Monterey Counties and offers spectacular views. And the Varian family that runs the ranch serves up and authentic cowboy adventure for anyone ready to give it a go. Even if you're not exactly comfortable on horseback, they'll take care of you. And anyone tuned in to the preservation of open space will be eager to hear how Jack Varian is working to preserve the land where his cattle roam. To see the story, click here.

V6 Ranch Cattle Drive

Fri, 11 Mar 2011 11:54:32 GMT

It's a spring ritual on the central coast that I just love. And fortunately, I've been lucky to be a part of a few times. Springtime is branding season for local ranchers and in order to brand their herds, they have to gather their herds. And since the central coast has some of the most picturesque ranches anywhere, that process can be a spectacular journey. A few times a year the Varian family invites folks to come along with them as they gather on the V-6 Ranch in Parkfield. We tagged along to show you what you get for the money. To watch the story, click here. And for more information, click here.

Salvation Bell Ringer

Fri, 06 Aug 2010 04:20:00 GMT

To see the story, click here.

Soldier Dad

Fri, 06 Aug 2010 04:12:05 GMT

Soldier Dad

This is a follow-up story I did on the Wisconsin District Attorney and Soldier who went to Iraq to fight a war, and came back with a whole other mission. Watch it by clicking here.

Pismo Monarch Grove

Wed, 04 Aug 2010 08:56:36 GMT

Pismo Monarch Grove

It's no secret the central coast is a hot spot for tourists, especially in the summer. But there's a group that chooses winter to make it's trek here. What's a bit shocking is how many of them there are. And their migration here is another reason there's no place like home.

This really is one of those "right in our own backyard" wonders. Every winter, a small eucalyptus grove off highway one in Pismo Beach becomes a magnificent haven for some of the most beautiful butterflies anywhere. "A lot of time, they'll look up into the trees and you really can't see. It looks like leaves" says Docent Terri Jackson. "And then they'll look through the telescopes and say 'Oh my goodness! I've never seen anything like it.'"

If you've heard of it, but never stopped to check it out, you should. Jordan Elkins works for State Parks and says the Pismo Grover plays host to the largest congregation of Monarch butterflies in the United States.

From the end of October, until late February or mid-March, you'll find tens of thousands of them hanging out here for protection from the winter elements elsewhere. "So they come down, they hang out in the trees, they go into a semi-hibernation called t." says Elkins. "They'll sleep during the night, and hang out during the day, get warm."

Their numbers vary year to year, but there are always enough to leave you in awe. Elkins says in 1991 there were 230-thousand Monarchs hanging in the grove through winter. Over the last five years, there has been an average of 25-thousand each winter.

While Monarchs typically only live a few weeks, the variety that camps out here live six to nine months due to a unique fat storing system. But do the math and even the ones that leave in March, will never return.

So consider making a stop in the coming weeks to say so-long. Your kids will feel like they've walked into a fairy tale. Time it right, and you'll likely also find this place pretty magical. Even docents like Jackson, who see it daily year after year say they're still in aw by the beauty of this little corner of the central coast. "Sometimes when the sun hits a cluster, all the butterflies will start flying at once, and it's like an explosion of gold. I'm still impressed by it."

January 2011

Thu, 04 Nov 2010 05:48:43 GMT

January 1st, 2011

Cayucos Polar Bear Plunge

December 2010

Thu, 04 Nov 2010 05:43:13 GMT

December 11th, 2010

San Miguel Christmas Parade

November

Thu, 04 Nov 2010 05:17:35 GMT

November 5th, 2010:

Rockin' Harvest Celebration 2010 Avila Beach Resort

November 6th, 2010:

Rockin' Harvest Celebration 2010 Avila Beach Resort

Harvest Celebration: Kelsey See Canyon Winery 1947 See Canyon Rd. SLO 10:50-5pm

Cayucos Classic Car Show: 9am-7pm, Downtown Cayucos, Ocean Avenue

November 7th, 2010:

Rockin' Harvest Celebration 2010 Avila Beach Resort

Harvest Celebration: Kelsey See Canyon Winery 1947 See Canyon Rd. SLO 10:50-5pm

Art in the Park: Dinosaur Caves Park. Shell Beach (805) 704-8128

November 13th, 2010:

Cal Poly Football vs UC Davis @home

October

Fri, 22 Oct 2010 01:56:49 GMT

October 1st to 3rd:

Savor the Central Coast

October 2nd, 2010:

Shell Beach ARTwalk. 2-5pm Steaming Bean Cafe 1651 Shell Beach Rd.

October 3rd, 2010:

Chris Isaak/Amos Lee @ Avila Beach Golf Resort. Finale to Savor the Central Coast

Art in the Park: Dinosaur Caves Park. Shell Beach (805) 704-8128

October 9th, 2010:

Van Morrison; Santa Barbara County Bowl

Pioneer Day Paso Robles

Santa Barbara Harbor Festival

October 10th, 2010

City to the Sea Half Marathon San Luis Obispo to Shell Beach

October 15th, 2010:

Harvest Wine Weekend

Rotta Winery Music on the Patio. 3-6pm. (805) 237-0510 The Paisanos (discounted wines all weekend too!)

October 16th, 2010:

Rotta Winery Music on the Patio. 3-6pm. (805) 237-0510 Company Need (discounted wines all weekend too!)

Firestone Walker Oaktoberfest 11am-4pm $15

64th Annual Pismo Beach Clam Festival

Atascadero Colony Days

Harvest Wine Weekend

Open Studios ARt Tour 10-5pm

October 17th, 2010:

Harvest Wine Weekend

64th Annual Pismo Beach Clam Festival

Open Studios ARt Tour 10-5pm

October 22nd, 2010:

CRAVE Wine Event San Luis Obispo Veterans Hall

October 23rd, 2010:

Cal Poly Football vs North Dakota 6:05pm (Parents Weekend and Hall of Fame)
Open Studios ARt Tour 10-5pm

October 24th, 2010:

Open Studios ARt Tour

Concours d'Elegance Car Show Avila Beach

October 29th, 2010:

34th Annual Jubilee by the Sea Jazz Festival

Friday Night Dance Party 5:30-6:45. Pismo Beach Athletic Club Proceeds benefit the Susan G. Komen 3-day Walk for a Cure.

Zumba-Thon Latin Cardio Dance Party. Kennedy Club Fitness, San Luis Obispo. 6-7:30 pm. Wine tasting to follow. $15. Proceeds to the Susan G Komen Foundation.

October 30th, 2010:

34th Annual Jubilee by the Sea Jazz Festival

Cal Poly Football Homecoming vs St. Francis

September 2010

Thu, 23 Sep 2010 12:13:10 GMT

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010 - Sunday, September 19th, 2010:

Invierno: PCPA-Santa Maria

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010:

ZZ-Top-Avila Beach Music Festival Benefits OPTIONS Family of Services

Saturday, September 4, 2010:

Brews and Bites 12-6pm. San Luis Obispo Mission Plaza. Benefits Woods Humane Society and Earth Day Alliance

Cal Poly Football Vs. Humbolt State. 6:05pm

Sunday, September 5th, 2010:

Pops a La Playa (Pops by the Sea!) Avila Beach Golf Resort.

Art in the Park @ Dinosaur Caves Park Shell Beach: For more info: (805) 704-8128

Friday, September 10-Sunday, September 12th, 2010:

Creston Classic Rodeo: 6pm Friday, 1pm Saturday, 11am Sunday.

Saturday, September 11th, 2010:

Cal Poly Football VS. Montana. 6:05pm
I Madonnari Street Painting Festival: Mission Plaza, SLO. Free. (805) 927-1697.

Sunday, September 12th, 2010

I Madonnari Street Painting Festival: Mission Plaza, SLO. Free. (805) 927-1697.Thursday, September 16, 2010: Sheryl Crow Chumash Casino Resort.

Friday, September 17th-Sunday, September 19th, 2010:

Danish Days / Downtown Solvang

Friday, September 17th, 2010

Always Patsy Cline: Centennial Park Amphitheatre, Paso Robles. 6 p.m. 237-4741

Saturday, September 18th, 2010:

Margarita Contest and Tasting. Mr. Ricks, Avila Beach Contact Levi@Mr.Ricks.com

Paso Robles Taste of Downtown 11a.m. to 4 p.m.

Avocado and Margarita Festival: 714 Embarcadero, Morro Bay. 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. 772-4467

Always Patsy Cline: Centennial Park Amphitheatre, Paso Robles. 6 p.m. 237-4741

Sunday, September 19th, 2010:

Central Coast Book and Author Festival 2010

Fiesta Mission San Miguel

Thursday, September 23rd, 2010:

Tony Bennett Chumash Casino Resort

Friday, September 24th, 2010:

Toga Party: 5:30-7:30 $13/$15 Ancient Peaks Winery

Friday Night Flights: Clayhouse Wines 849 13th Street, Downtown Paso Robles. 805.238.7055

Endless Summer Concert: Edna Valley Vineyard

Saturday, September 25th, 2010:

Wine Experiencia to Benefit Mission San Miguel Restoration. 2:00-6:00 $35 advance $40 at door

Sunday, September 26th, 2010:

Bill Cosby at Performing Arts Center 3pm/7pm 756-2787

Thursday, September 30th, 2010:

Savor the Central Coast

August 2010

Fri, 27 Aug 2010 03:22:45 GMT

August 2010

Thursday, August 5th-Sunday, August 8th: Old Spanish Days, Santa Barbara
Friday, August 6th, 2010: Art After Dark, downtown San Luis Obispo.
Saturday, August 7th, 2010: Paso Robles Rotary Winemakers' Cookoff 6-9pm River Oaks Hot Springs, Paso Robles
Sunday, August 8th, 2010: Chili Challenge. Biddle Park, Arroyo Grande
                                          Rotta Winery Music on the Patio, Templeton. 3-6pm. The Paisanos.
                                                                RSVP: (805) 237-0510
                                          Sundays on the Sand, Avila Beach Golf Resort, Avila Beach. !pm. Free admission
                                          Music by "Unfinished Business"
Friday, August 13th, 2010: Avila Beach Fish and Farmer's Market "California Celts"
Sunday, August 15th, 2010: Rotta Winery Music on the Patio, Templeton. 3-6pm. Mike McGuire
                                                                RSVP: (805) 237-0510
Friday, August 20th, 2010: Concerts in the Plaza 5:30-7:30, Mission Plaza, San Luis Obispo "Cuesta Ridge"
Friday August 20th, 2010: Avila Beach Fish and Farmer's Market 3-8pm "Zongo All-Stars" (World beat/jazz/funk)
Saturday, August 21st, 2010: Opera San Luis Obispo/Broadway By the Sea Chapman Estate 4:00pm $40-concert                                              seating/$50 Table Seating   For more info, click here
Sunday, August 22nd, 2010: Rotta Winery Music on the Patio, Templeton. 3-6pm. Martin Paris
                                                               RSVP: (805) 237-0510
Friday, August 27th. 2010 Atascadero Art and Wine Tour 5:30-8:30 pm. Atascadero.
Friday, August 27th, 2010: Concerts in the Plaza 5:30-7:30, Mission Plaza, San Luis Obispo                                   "Big Daddy's Blues Band"
Friday, August 27th, 2010: Avila Beach Fish and Farmers Market 3-8pm. 60's/70's/80's/90's rock
Friday, August 27th, 2010: Movies Under the Stars: Edna Valley Vineyard. 7:30-movie is over. $10 goes           to Special Olympics.
Friday, August 27th, 2010: Monte Mills and the Lucky Horseshoe Band 5:30-7:30, Twilight Concerts in the                                         Park. Paso Robles City Park Gazebo.
Friday, August 27th, 2010: Art and Wine Tour, downtown Atascadero Art galleries; 5:30-8:30/ 704-1126
Sunday, August 29th, 2010: Rotta Winery Music on the Patio, Templeton. 3-6pm "Up in the Air"
Sunday, August 29th, 2010: Sundays on the Sand Concert Series: 1:00-4:00pm Avila Beach Golf Resort: Nightly Irie (Reggae)
Sunday, August 29th, 2010: Concert int eh Park, 5:00-6:30pm Atascadero Lake Park. Pacific Horizon Chorus and Gold Coast Chorus.

Thank You Letter to Minnesota

Thu, 24 Dec 2009 10:39:09 GMT

Dear Minnesota,

I really don't know where to begin, but I had to try to express my appreciation for all you have given me over the last few years. In March of 2005, I arrived in this state to an empty apartment and a city full of people I didn't know. Almost five years later, I leave a place that feels like home and friends who feel like family. I am from California, but in so many ways, I grew up in the mid-west. I am so grateful for that, as well as the opportunity to go home.

I had never really spent any time in Minnesota, but every time I ran across someone who had, they always expressed their love for it, and talked about how great the Twin Cities area was. They were right.

I have so enjoyed my time here, the people I've met, and the adventures I've had (most of them anyway.) I now understand how and why people live in sub-zero temperatures and love it. I understand what people mean when they say Minnesotans "embrace winter'. I will miss snow on the ground at Christmas time. I will never forget the chill of a morning run along Lake Minnetonka with a few hundred "friends", then jumping into a big hole cut into the ice to celebrate the start of a new year. I will think of my WCCO buddies every first weekend of January and remember the crazy fun of "Ice-Feeshorama" as I try to explain to my friends in California how I really did spend the night out on the middle of a frozen lake (and what a great time it was.)

It is hard to explain to people who haven't lived it, how great this place is, even in the winter. I have felt the warmth of the sun as I sat in the middle of frozen Lake Calhoun and watched the bright colors of the ice-sailors swoosh back and forth around me. I enjoyed the magic of seeing Lake of the Isles lit up with ice lanterns, and cross country skiers enjoying the peace of an evening spin on the eve of The City of Lake Loppet. And I have felt the amazing energy that comes with the first signs of spring after a hearty winter. Summers are short in Minnesota, but they are worth the wait with all they offer. I could go on and on with the memories I take with me from this wonderful place, but it would take up pages if Idid.

So I get to the point of this: my grateful heart for the time I spent here and the way so many of you made me feel a part of your community. I worked among an amazing group of people at WCCO, and learned so much from them. I thank you for making me feel like part of the family from day one. Thank you to viewers for making me part of your evening routine by tuning in. To those who have taken the time to watch, read, and offer kind feedback or even harsh criticisms when necessary, I sure appreciate it.

Thank you to all the great folks I met along the way as I was "Finding Minnesota" for sharing your stories with me. And I offer a special thanks to those I met during troubled times who found themselves part of headlines through crime, illness, financial crisis, or loss. Thank you for trusting me to tell your stories and helping us all find more empathy for those in our community through your willingness to share your pain.

Thank you to my pals at the grocery store, gym, gas station, coffee shop, parking garage, local eatery and watering hole who always made me feel connected to the community with their friendly greetings and personal attention. And my gratitude to the dozens of familiar faces I passed regularly on daily treks around Lake Calhoun and exchanged waves to on breathless runs, or Howdys and Hellos on leisurely walks. Many of you I knew only by face and running pace, but you broke your stride long enough to offer condolences and support when I experienced my own losses in recent months.

To all of you who have written, called, e-mailed or commented on my blog or facebook page with words of encouragement, sympathy and support, I thank you. I don't think I will get back to each of you personally, at least not any time soon, but I have read every one, and they have made my journey through a transition period so much easier. I have truly been overwhelmed by your kindness. Minnesota is a place full of people who grew up here, are from here, and yet, I have felt anything but a stranger.

It all makes saying so-long a bit tough. I am thrilled with what is next for me. I'm heading to the place I am from. I will be spending Christmas with my family and for the first time in 15 years, won't be getting on a plane to head somewhere else when the New Year arrives. I'll be heading to work at the very station where I started my television career. I will be living in the community where I was born, went to college, and have roots. It's all very exciting. But it doesn't take the pain away from good-byes I have had to say here in the last few weeks. Including this one.

That's because so many of you have made it such a special place for me and such a special time in my life. So thank you, for everything. I leave with a very grateful heart.

Sincerely,

Jeanette Trompeter

Shell Beach Sunset January 2010

Wed, 20 Jan 2010 06:39:36 GMT

Emmy Night 2009

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:53 GMT

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Sports Final Taping

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:52 GMT

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Madelyn Ivana Trompeter

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:40 GMT

Madelyn Ivana Trompeter

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Heathers Triathalon

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:36 GMT

LifeTime Fitness Triathalon:
No, I didn't do it, but my friend Heather Brown did. I did show up for morale support with my pals Jennifer, Carly, Casey and Matt. Casey had quite the set-up for us. Chairs, coffee, and brunch with all the necessities of living it up.

Classic California

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 01:29:02 GMT

Thursday, February 2nd, 2012

I had no idea. I knew the Santa Maria Inn was a nice place. All kinds of nice events are held there...weddings, receptions, rotary club meetings. And I knew it was historic. But I had no idea how many of Hollywood's hottest starts stayed there over the years. Especially in the heyday of the Tinseltown. Nor did I realize there is a virtual mini-city within the walls of the place. But it is all true.

We took a tour of the place for this week's No Place Like Home. You'll see what a few million dollars can do for a place and why visitors from all over the world gravitate to the inn to soak up a little luxury at this classic California inn.

And with 164 rooms, 18 suites, a restaurant, two bars, gift shops, a salon, spa and barber shop inside, it's a nice place for a romantic getaway. And they have a pretty good deal going on right now. For $199 you get a room, chilled champagne awaiting your arrival, a $75 voucher for dinner, breakfast and a late checkout of 2pm. For the price of a bouquet of roses and chocolate you can give your sweetie an escape. That ought to make a heart happy! (But guys, a nice single rose and chocolate heart would be a great touch on her pillow! And don't forget a sweet card telling her all the ways she makes your heart smile.) Happy Heart Month!

For more information, click here.

Broken Hearts

Thu, 02 Feb 2012 12:44:07 GMT

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012.

I've been thinking about my heart a lot lately. Kind of appropriate given we're heading into National Heart Month.

I've been thinking about my heart a lot lately because it's been aching. Now, I am no stranger to a broken heart. But this is more than that.

Look, for the most part, I love my life, and feel darned lucky. But of course nothing is ever perfect. And last week, it seemed that all that wasn't right come crashing down on me and I had a bit of scare. Okay, I'll be honest. I was really scared. But also knew the chances were slim what I thought MIGHT be happening to me really was. Still it was that slim chance that overwhelmed me.

I was actually having a pretty good day. But it was long, and intense, with one meeting after another and too many deadlines hitting one right after another. Finally, the 11pm news was over and I just had to post one script to the web and could head home to bed. But as I was sitting there typing, it started.

Actually it more like hit me. A painful tightness in my chest. Yeah, I still can't believe I'm talking about having chest pains. Truth is, It's not like I haven't had them before. I've felt them when I've run too hard, stressed too much, spiced too liberally. Truth is, most people I know have had some version of chest pains. But they usually pass. (And even the kind that don't...those that come when those we love go away, tend to take residence with more of a dull ache than the sharp pain that was hitting me last week.) This one had me grabbing my chest....pulling at my clothes to get any kind of pressure I could off. And it wasn't going away.

To make a long story short, it didn't go away for a good hour.   And it radiated to all the wrong places.   Which was enough to drive me to drive myself to the emergency room.    And there I stayed until the wee hours of the morning until all the tests were done and a diagnosis made.

I didn't have a heart attack.   My lungs are fine.. I have some sort of disorder called "costochondritis".    It is an inflammation of cartilage joining the ribs to the breastbone.    While doctors don't know an exact cause, it usually occurs, I'm told, during times of prolonged emotional stress. Seriously?! Seriously. I spent a night in the hospital do be diagnosed with what sounds to me like a broken heart.

I'm now going through the process of trying to pinpoint my sources of stress. Talk about a fun exercise. I'd rather hit the gym. (Which I'm supposed to do to to relieve the stress that has me doing this whole analysis.)    The thing is, our lives are full of stress these days. Some has more of an impact, but a lot of it we can't do a whole lot about. Which is why people do end up having legitimate heart attacks, taking anti-anxiety medications, and wondering when there will be some relief. A lot of us, it seems, are walking around with broken hearts.

I'm thankful my trip to the hospital basically validated I'm healthy overall. But I need to pay attention to that little organ that does so much for me and give it the kind of attention it deserves. I'm learning there's more to heart health than eating right and getting exercise. I've always tried to live by the mantra "follow your heart" but it looks like I still have some work to do.

I know I'm not alone. So as we head into National Heart Month, join me in taking extra moments in your day to strop, take a few deep breaths, and try to hear what your heart is saying to you. Does it needs some rest? Some fresh air? A good workout? Look, it's a work horse and the little bugger gets us through the stressful times in life 99-percent of the time just fine. But that doesn't mean it doesn't need a little TLC now and then. And trust me, if you keep on ignoring it's whispers, it will get it's message across loud and clear eventually.

So here's to happy hearts this February...being good to each others, and taking care of our own along the way. And celebrating all the people, places, and things that make it go pitter-patter in all the right ways,

Pinnacle of a hike

Thu, 26 Jan 2012 08:55:23 GMT

Thursday, Janurary 26th, 2012

I love most of the adventures I take in search of proof There's No Place Like Home.   But occasionally I get blown away by what Photographer Kelly Teel and I find. Such is the case with the Pinnacles National Monument.   It's an 85 mile drive out of Paso Robles, and I can't believe after all the times I've cruised up highway 101 to Capitola during college days, I never took a detour to check it out before.

When you leave 101 out of King City, it's not long before the buzz of the interstate is replaces by a meandering country highway surrounded by a beautiful valley buffeted by a picturesque mountain range.   And where the prairie grasses give way to those mountains, you'll find the Pinnacles.

The Pinnacles was proclaimed a national monument in 1908.   The park today is some 26-thousand acres and more than half of that is designated wilderness.     What blew both photographer Kelly Teel and I away was how on a two mile hike we could see such a variety of terrain.   It was quite a geological adventure. One minute you are down in caves created by massive boulders that have fallen into crevices and lodged above.   You hear water, feel the cool dark air, and then emerge out to the sunshine again and more amazing views.

You can thank Ancient volcanoes and the nearby San Andreas fault for the arrangement of the rocks, boulders, canyons and caves.   It really is spectacular.   And the Bear Gulch Cave Trail we took was only a little more than 2 miles round trip. When you do reach the top, you are rewarded with yet another view of of a beautiful reservoir. And as you make your way down the eye candy continues.

Do take a flashlight because it does get dark here and there in the caves. Do wear good shoes. And take water along, especially as it heats up. It will get hot as spring gives way to summertime at the Pinnacles. Really hot.

We explored just a tiny portion of the park. Fore more information and to plan out your own journey, click here.

Welcoming the storm

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 01:11:18 GMT

Thursday, January 19, 2011

I am going to catch some grief for saying this, and am embarrassed every time I do, but I there have been at least two occasions in the last couple of weeks when I've opened the window shade in the morning and cursed to myself to see yet ANOTHER sunny day.   I know. I know. I'm so sorry to put that in black and white to my Minnesota and Iowa friends, but I am ready for a cold blustery winter day!

I have taxes that need to be done. I have Christmas stuff that still needs to be packed up.   I have thank you notes to write, bills to pay, closets to organize.   And my DVR is loaded so full with shows I want to watch that they're being deleted daily because there's no room left.   Yet, it's been so darned nice, I really don't feel comfortable sitting around watching movies or football all day, or reading a book cover to cover on the couch when it's beach weather outside.

So I'm really looking forward to the arrival of the rainy weather Dave Hovde has been talking about this week. It's supposed to arrive tomorrow sometime and hang around for at least half the weekend.   And I love watching a storm move in over the Pacific.    I love to watch the ocean personality appear to change before my eyes.   To hear the wind chimes blowing through the neighborhood. And to be warm and cozy inside with a nice cioppino or seafood chowder of some sort.   Which brings me to the subject of this week's No Place Like Home segment.

We're paying another visit to The Sea Chest along Moonstone Beach in Cambria. It's a great cozy spot that offers an incredible view of the Pacific and serves up some of the best seafood anywhere.   They don't take credit cards, and they don't take reservations, but there's an ATM inside the restaurant. You can also grab a glass of wine and wait in the seaworthy bar, or, if it's not raining, across the street where you can hear the waves break.

I highly recommend waiting for a seat at the Oyster Bar if you aren't set on a romantic table for two. The guys behind the bar are entertainment in themselves, and you get to watch them prepare all the great dishes which can help you make an informed choice on your main course.   So belly up and enjoy.   Or if you too have a list of indoor chores to take care of this weekend instead, enjoy the rain!   You know how it goes around here...it won't stick around for long and we'll be waking up to more sunshine before we know it. ;-)

Cheers my friends!

Downhome Holiday traditions

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 02:34:03 GMT

Thursday, December 15th, 2011

First of all, Happy day-after anniversary to my Mom and Dad who celebrated 54 years together yesterday.   They cursed me early with their story of love at first sight, because I've always wanted it to happen like it did for them.   But I think theirs is a rarity.   But it sure seems to have endured. 54 years later, they bicker constantly, but still love each others company. And it warms my heart to see my dad still sneak a pat of my mom's behind as she passes or ask her for a kiss and hear him tell her how lucky he was to have found her all those years ago.
So Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad.

I'm looking forward to spending a little time with Mom and Dad over the holiday season and one of our favorite holiday traditions is coming up this weekend. If you're in the mood for a good dose of hometown holiday spirit, head to San Miguel on Saturday night. It's the San Miguel light parade.

For a small community, they do a wonderul parade down the main drag. You can do a little holiday shopping in the afternoon at the vendor fair which starts at 2. Then stay and enjoy an early dinner at the Chili cook-off that starts at 4.   The parade starts at 6.
Now don't go expecting a Macy's Day extravaganza, but a sweet hometown tradition.   I love seeing all the clubs and schools and families come rolling down with their floats and vehicles decked out in lights.   I am in awe of how much effort they put into them.   And you don't have to fight the crowd to get a good seat.   Throw the tailgate down and kick back and enjoy. And don't be in a hurry to leave when the last float passes, because they do go to too much effort to just make one pass.   Yep, the whole parade makes a U-turn and comes right back down main so you can check out the floats from both sides! For more info, click here.

Santa will be hanging around the Charles Paddock Zoo in Atascadero this weekend. Zookeepers actually step to help as Santa's elves, deliving gifts for the animals.   Scheduled Gift delivery begins at 11:00am and goes through 1:00pm. Other gifts will be delivered to many of the animals throughout the day.   Kids can also make a holiday ornament to take home and enjoy free hot chocolate.   You do have to pay admission to the zoo to take part. They are:
Adults 12 and over: $5.00
Children 3-11: $4.00
Seniors 65 and up: $4.25
For more information, click here.

And here's an idea for the wine-lover on your list if you are stumped for a holiday gift. How about tickets to the 20th Annual Paso Robles Zinfandel Festival.   They went on sale Tuesday. Zin fest is March 16-18th this year. It's a great way to celebrate the wine-growing heritage of our area and bit on drink what is fast becoming my favorite varietal on the central coast. For more information, click here.

Red Envelopes

Wed, 14 Dec 2011 08:37:01 GMT

Tuesday, December 13th, 2011

I don't know what it is about this year, but I am not sure holiday cards arriving in my mailbox have ever meant as much.   You'd think all those years I was away from home, away from family and longtime friends would have been the ones that had me checking the mailbox daily. And of course I did.   But this year, it means even more to me.

I think it's because when I was away, I knew I'd always have the childhood friends I grew up with, my family, and my roots.   I would see a lot of folks on trips home and while I missed them terribly, there was this feeling that they were there...waiting for me to come home and celebrate with them when I could.   But there's not that tie to Iowa and Minnesota.   I definitely plan to come back, pay visits now and then, but I'm old enough to know how life goes. It's busy and the trips never happen as often as I'd like, and years pass faster than you want.

It's almost been two years already since I packed up my bags and left Minneapolis to move home to the Central Coast.   I had every intention of flying back often and keeping contacts, connections and even try to maintain a long-distance relationship over the miles.   But it was hard.   And with time, the relationship gave way to the strain, the wear and tear of air travel had me booking trips less often, and different time zones make catching up with friends on the phone challenging. Eventually days turn into weeks, and weeks into months between catch up calls.

It's all made me sad in recent weeks as I transfer pictures from an old computer to my new one and see faces and memories I love. I realize it's hard to overcome time and distance, even in relationships that mean the world to you. And yes, facebook helps.   But there's something special about opening up my mailbox and mixed in between the catalogues and bills are cards from many of those people I met along my journey down the yellow brick road.

It means they think of me too and took the time to let me know.   At the very least, I'm still in their address book. It matters.

We may be living in a world where some question the need for old-fashioned greetings like holiday cars when you can connect on-line so easily in an instant. True, but too often we don't. And that's why, in my book, it's pretty special this long-time holiday traditions hasn't fallen by the wayside just yet.

It's all relative

Tue, 06 Dec 2011 08:36:20 GMT

Monday, December 5th, 2011

Our lead story tonight on the late news was record cold temperatures forecast for the Central Coast of California tonight.   We're talking 20 in northern San Luis Obispo County.   Well below freezing everywhere.   Our wonderful meteorologist Dave Hovde was out braving the cold weather on the empty streets of Paso Robles.    Seems even the magnificent lights of Vine Street weren't enough to draw people out in cold like this.   In his weather forecast, he talked about it being 1-degree in Denver.   Brrrr. I actually thought how funny that sounded, hearing 1-degree. That's when I knew I've made the transition back to being a Californian.

Because 1-degree ain't that big of a deal where I spent 15 years of my life before moving back to the Central Coast.   I remember the shock of hearing radio jocks announce the current temps in single digits my first winter in Iowa.   And when I got back from a run when that jock had said "It's sunny and six outside in Des Moines right now" I had to call all my California buddies and let them know I had just ran 3 miles in 6 degrees!

And then there's this moment, captured in the picture below.

This is a group of my former co-workers at WCCO-TV in Minneapolis in January 16th, 2009.   The reason we're all standing outside our building looking so happy is it was the first time the mercury had rose about zero in weeks. It may have been as long as 2 months.   All I remember is our executive producer yelling out to the newsroom, "It's above zero!" and we all ran out to document the moment.   Maybe spring was on the way.

So, I'm cracking up that we are so excited about sub-twenty weather tonight on the central coast...and how we kind of stop living until things warm up.   We don't venture out much when it gets this cold. Because we're not used to it. (I had to dig through a lot of closet space to find gloves this past weekend.) But trust me, my pals in Minnesota and Iowa are laughing at us right now.   And likely planning trips out this way in January and February, when even the heartiest of Mid-Westerners start feeling like enough is enough.

I'm thinking of you my friends, and remembering some mighty fun times, even in those below-zero temps!    Hang tough and head this way when it gets to be too much.    Sending warm thoughts.

Holiday fun

Fri, 02 Dec 2011 02:39:11 GMT

December 1st, 2011

Well the wind may be taking care of a lot of them today, but I can't believe it's December 1st and we are still enjoying such beautiful fall colors around the central coast.   If you haven't taken time to cruise out to the vineyards of Edna Valley or just stop and notice the brilliant reds, oranges and yellows around neighborhoods, take a moment to do so.   Our warm November and cool nights have made for a great fall display.   We took a little tour just before the wind came up, and you can see what I'm talking about on No Place Like Home tonight on KSBY at 6. (You can click here to see it after 8pm pacific tonight)

If the wind does knock all the autumn off the trees by this weekend, no worries.   It should be looking a lot more like Christmas by now, and come this weekend, the holiday activities begin in full force.    There are all kinds of tree lightings and downtown light displays happening, as well as holiday parades, craft shows and open houses.   Here are just a few on tap over the upcoming weekend.

Friday, December 2nd, 2011:

Pismo Beach is having it's tree lighting and Holiday Harmony activities tomorrow night.    It's from 6-8 p.m. at the Beach Bum Holiday Rental parking lot (off Dolliver & Pomeroy) in downtown Pismo Beach. Kids will have fun with fresh snow, a bounce house, crafts and cookie decorating. Santa will be in Santa's Village, and the Holiday Tree Lighting ceremony will take place at 6 p.m. at the Pismo Beach Pier. Join Santa and carolers at the Beach Bum Holiday Rental parking lot at 5:30 p.m. before he makes his way to the tree lighting ceremony on a fire truck. You can enjoy hot drinks and listen to carols as the tree is lit. Kids can have their picture taken with Santa. The entire event is free. For more information, contact the Pismo Beach Recreation Division at 805-773-7063 or click here.

San Luis Obispo's parade gets underway at 7:00 and they're expecting more than 100 floats.   For more information, click here.

Santa Barbara's holiday parade is Friday and starts at 6:30 at State Street and Sola Street.   For more information, click here.

Solvang is doing it's holiday tree lighting at Solvang park at 5. For more information, click here.

For the 14th year in a row, the North County Dance and Performing Arts Foundation in Northern San Luis Obispo County, along with Class Act Dance of Paso Robles will be performing the Nutcracker Ballet at the Templeton Performing Arts Center.   It opens tonight and runs through December 11th. For more information, call (805) 305-7638.

Saturday, December 3rd, 2011

The Santa Maria Parade of Lights starts at 5:20 along Broadway between Stowell and the Town Center Mall. Look for more than 105 floats this year. For more information, click here.

Solvang holds it's Julefest Parade Saturday at 11am at Mission and Copenhagen. For more information, click here.

I'm excited to check out the Atascadero Musical Holiday Walk Around the Lake at Atascadero Lake Park.   It starts at 5:30pm and goes until 8:30. The Charles Paddock Zoo will be open from 5:30 to 8:30 pm and admission is free to all. Bring a flashlight, and see the animals after hours. keep and eye out for Santa too! I hear he hangs around with the animals every year on this particular evening.    As you walk around the lake, check out all the homes decked out with special lighting and holiday decorations. Many serve up cider, popcorn and other holiday treats.   And more than 20 local choirs, bell ringers, carolers and other music groups, including some from Atascadero High School, will perform seasonal music and entertainment around the lake and in the park.   The primary parking areas are the zoo parking lot, the baseball field lot, and pavilion lot. Marchant Way and Lake View Drive will be closed from 5:15 p.m. to 8:30 p.m.   For more information, click here, or click here.

And if you feel like sticking closer to downtown, the Atascadero Art and Wine Tour is going on with businesses competing for your vote on the best holiday decorations.   For more information on that, click here.

Sunday, December 4th, 2011:

On Sunday you can unwind, relax and still get some holiday shopping done at Tolosa Winery.   It's holding it's Art in the Vineyard.   You'll find Pottery, textiles, painting, Jewelry, Photography and all kinds of things.   it's from 11am to 5pm.  For more information, click here.

And Christmas arrives in Arroyo Grande on Sunday with the "Elegant Christmas in the Village".   Store owners and employees get dressed up and serve food and drink. There will be live music and entertainment.   Luminaries line the streets for an elegant touch from 4:00 - 8:00 p.m.

So a whole lot happening around the central coast to help you get your holiday groove on!   See you out and about my friends!   Cheers.

Let the merriment begin

Thu, 24 Nov 2011 07:42:12 GMT

Thursday, November 23rd, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I hope none of you are having a hard time finding a grateful heart today.   It can happen.   We have trouble seeing the blessings before us when losses overwhelm.   And a lot of people are dealing with losses these days.   Jobs, homes, retirements.   And then there are those dealing with heartaches from losses of love whether it be through death or break-ups.   They all hurt and can make finding reasons to be thankful challenging.   I know.

I know this too..there are reasons all over the place.   They may not take away the heartache or the sense of loss, but making yourself take notice is part of the healing process.   So if you are struggling a bit this holiday season, try heading to the beach.   Even if it's raining, there is always something that presents itself to me along the waters edge that makes me realize how blessed I am to be walk that stretch of terrain.   Pet a dog.   The way these loving animals wag and wiggle for a simple display of affection is something to be thankful for.   Kids.   Legs beneath us.   A movie that makes you laugh. A movie that makes you cry. You get the point...the list list is long. You just have to put a little effort in it at times.

Again, I hope that's not the case for any of you and you're hearts are bursting with joy and feelings of gratitude all day long.

And when you're done with the turkey and ready to get your merry on, there are plenty of holiday festivities waiting for you.

Santa and his elves arrive in downtown San Luis Obispo tomorrow.   They'll set up shop in Mission Plaza starting at 10. For more information on Santa's House and other holiday events in downtown SLO, click here.

There's a craft fair in City Park in downtown Paso Robles Friday. It's from 10am-4pm. For more information, click here. And Friday night, Mrs. Clause will light the downtown area.   There will be caroling, free cookies and hot chocolate.   The crowd starts gathering at 5:30, with the lights being switched at 6:00. For more information, click here.

And if you like extravagantly decorated trees, you'll see a lot of them at the Santa Maria Shopping Center starting Friday.   The Festival of Trees starts then and runs through December 11th.   For more information, call: (805) 733-1122 or click here.

And Black Friday ain't just for "big box stores".   A lot of local wineries offer up Black Friday specials that are pretty fantastic.   I'm talking 40-50-percent off.   Great time to stock up on holiday wines, gifts, and get out and enjoy the beauty of our local vineyards. If you have a favoriate, make a call. I'd lay odds they have something going.

Cheers Everyone! Enjoy your Thanksgiving and get ready for the most wonderful time of the year! See you on Monday.

One of these days

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 02:37:10 GMT

Monday, November 21st, 2011
We say those words all the time. At least I do. All the time. And I'm sick of it today.

I say it to friends when I hang up the phone.   I say it to people I love dearly but talk to far too infrequently when I write on their birthday cards.   I said it last Thursday to Tricia.

Tricia Rittger was our Sales Manager at KSBY.   She was crossing Shell Beach Road on Saturday night when she was hit and killed. She was going to meet another friend and KSBY co-worker at Marisol at the Cliff's when the car hit her. She died at the hospital about an hour later. Just like that, she was gone.   She had sent a text saying she was on the way, and then she was gone.

There's an ugly void and collective heartache at KSBY today. Look, we cover stories all the time where people die. Some are accidents. Some are horrible murders. Some are something in-between. But in almost all cases, people say the nicest things about the people lost. And quite honestly, in some cases that's not always the case.   Sometimes it is, and it is in Tricia's case.

Even still, it seems kind of trite saying what I want to about Tricia today.   How she was always smiling. How she was such a happy upbeat person. How she had this light about her. But dammit. It's all true. And frankly, I'm struggling a bit today with why someone like her has be the one taken Saturday night. There are so many miserable people out there, who do so much to make life miserable for others. Tricia was not one of those. So why her?

It's all part of the grief process, I know. And there are people in this building feeling a lot more than I am today because they knew her so much better. They were close. And I can see it in their eyes, feel it from their bodies when I hug them..how badly they are hurting today. And it makes my heart ache. And it makes me mad. Yes, I think I am. I'm mad.

I'm not mad at anyone. I'm mad because life is so busy. I'm mad because there's not more time. And in a newsroom, the pace always seems to hurried. But it's like that everywhere these days as everyone is being asked to do more with less. So as we pass in the hall we say hurried hellos or maybe pass on them altogether. Or we do little more than offer a wave and a shout as we pass people's offices. I did that with Tricia all the time.

But ironically, it had been bugging me lately, how there were people here I saw daily and liked, but rarely got/took the opportunity to really chat with. I'm too stressed. Too busy. Too whatever.   So when I bumped into Tricia in the break room last Thursday evening when she was working late, I stopped and chatted. I asked her about holiday plans, how she ended up at KSBY. I learned she was from Tracy, how she came to SLO, met her husband, and I ended the conversation with "Well one of these days we are going to have get together outside of this place and have cocktails at The Cliff's or on my patio or somewhere other than here".

My pain today is for her husband. For her daughter. For her family who has lost too many people in too few years. For her friends. For sweet Sarah who was there waiting for Tricia to arrive.   And for everyone feeling the shock today of losing someone they love. (Another co-worker lost his Dad over the weekend and talking to him about that brings up enough to fill a whole other long blog.)

There is a horrible sadness here today at KSBY.   But there's a level of tenderness as well.   We are stopping and hugging, and holding when it seems necessary. We are not yelling across the room to each but talking in more quiet civilized tones. We are all feeling the reality of how fragile life is, and how painfully sad it is when someone you know, love, or work with is no longer there.

So I send my love to those who are missing someone this holiday weekend. And a request to everyone else. As you head into this long holiday weekend, make a few of those "one of these days" phone calls, letters or get-togethers happen. And be a little more tender with each other. Because you'll be thankful you were if for some horrible reason it ends up being the last time you get to connect.

I liked Tricia and always wanted to get to know her better.   And as we chatted in the break room last Thursday evening we talked about the crazy pace we live in this crazy paces world where we barely have time to connect with the people we love enough. And

An Enchanted Evening

Fri, 18 Nov 2011 02:45:51 GMT

Thursday, November 17th, 2011.

When I moved away to the mid-west and people would ask me where I was from, "San Luis Obispo" usually wasn't enough to give them a sense of WHERE in California I came from.   And after I said "It's kind of right in the middle of the state near the coast", they'd nod blankly as if that helped. But when I said "It's about 40 miles from Hearst Castle" then I'd see the recognition on their faces. (Often mentioning The Madonna Inn would do the trick too.)

I have always been intrigued by Hearst Castle.   One of my dreams has always been to swim in the Neptune Pool, and others would involve any social outing there where you could pretend you lived in the hey day of William Randolf's world.   Well thanks to a group called Friends of Hearst Castle, you can.   Though the castle is owned by the state, state budgets hardly allow for all the restoration and upkeep that is needed at the castle. That's where the Friends of Hearst Castle come in.

They hold fundraisers up on the Enchanted Hill that offer access few people get to the place. They aren't cheap. The last one they had cost people $300 a piece to get in.   But how many people can dress up and do a black-tie dinner next to the Neptune Pool. Then be entertained with music and synchronized swimmers. Not many. Not without booking flights and hotels and all the rest.   So if you put it in that perspective, it's a good deal on once-in-a-lifetime adventures.

Over the hears, Friends of Hearst Castle has raised more than $4-million dollars to keep the castle up.   That's a nice little chunk of change. And they've thrown some great parties in the process.   To see what one of those parties is like, click here.   To know more about Friends of Hearst Castle, click here.   And don't forget, evening tours at the castle are starting underway.    Seeing the place decked out for the holidays, and docents decked out in period costumes is pretty special.   To know more about the, click here.

And if you have an idea for No Place Like Home, e-mail me at jtrompeter@ksby.com.

Cheers friends!

The right kind of drama

Fri, 11 Nov 2011 02:37:59 GMT

Thursday, November 10th, 2011

I don't know about you but I have enough drama in my life.   Sometimes I wish for less.   But I welcome the kind of drama that happens five nights a week down in Oceano.

We're profiling the Great American Melodrama in tonight's No Place Like Home on KSBY.   It's been around for almost 37 years and it's really a classic.   If you haven't been, you should.   I don't think you can really call yourself a local if you haven't.    It's right in the heart of the hopping downtown area of Oceano (that was said tongue-in-cheek) and you can have dinner, drinks and belly laugh your way through a great evening there.

The minute you walk in the door, you'll find your spirit getting lighter.   It's saloon type-feel, the old piano playing, the actors showing you to your seat get you in a different frame of mind immediately.   And when the sing along gets going, you'll have a hard time not joining right in. Trust me.

The actors come from all over the country and put great shows.   You'll likely be doing a little booing and hissing as the villains take the stage.   And then clapping and tapping your foot when the Vaudeville Review gets going.

The Werewolf of Dr. Oz is playing right now, and they'll be starting the big Christmas show after Thanksgiving.   If you're interested in tickets, click here.

And this weekend in Paso Robles, a brand new wine festival.   This one is really unique.

The Garagiste (pronounced Gair-ah-jeest) festival focuses on quality over quanity.   It's a wine festival that focuses on the smaller wineries around here. That means you'll be tasting wines you might otherwise not be able to.

There are about 40 artisan winemakers participating and all produce less than 1200 cases a year.   Most don't have tasting rooms, or big marketing budgets, but they do have some great wines.

The main tasting is Sunday afternoon. For more information, click here.

And if you like pie, consider heading to Los Alamos on Sunday.   Bell Street Farm is hosting it's first Holiday Pie Event.    They're be having pie and pie-baking demonstrations, plus wine-parings.   It's from 3 to 6 on Friday.   Bell Street farm is at 406 Bell Street, Los Alamos. You can give them a call at (805) 344-4609 or visit their website by clicking here.

Getting away from it all

Fri, 04 Nov 2011 05:18:40 GMT

Thursday, November 3rd, 2011

Come on, we all need it now and then.   Yes, even when you live in a paradise. Sometimes you gotta just hit the road and get away for a bit. That's what Photographer Kelly Teel and I did a couple of weeks ago, and boy did we find a great escape less than 70 miles away from San Luis Obispo.

The Treebones Resort is a relatively new resort on the Southern end of Big Sur, 69 miles from San Luis Obispo.   (It's just about a mile past Gorda).
As you can see it offers spectacular views of the Pacific, and since you're kind of camping there, or "glamping" it won't cost you and arm and a leg to stay there for a night or two.   It's motto is "Perched Lightly on Nature" and that's really fitting.

Treebones offers up "yurts" for accommodations, which are basically long-term, luxurious tents.   You still have to take a hike to the restroom, but that's all first-class as well.   You'll find heated tile floors, private showers... you get the idea. And the restaurant has a five-star chef who prepares great fare with items gathered from the organic garden on site.   There's also a sushi bar and great redwood bar outside to belly up to and enjoy sunset or the passing whales making their way north or south.

While I honestly think I'd opt for a yurt, I'd sure be tempted to spend a night in The Nest at Treebones. It's a human nest, perched up in a tree, with a birds eye view of the Pacific.   You can book it for $95.   Yurts run $179 to $229, and you can book a killer campsite with a view for $65. But the inside scoop is, watch for "whale watching specials" beginning in December and continuing through March.   The whales are migrating through the area, and the tourists not as much, so you can score a deal on the lodging of your choice at Treebones. Check the Treebones website, or call directly.

To see the story we did on Treebones, click here.

To get more information on Treebones, click here.

And if you're looking for something to do this weekend, harvest fun continues on the Central Coast.   The wineries and vineyards around San Luis Obispo are celebrating harvest season this weekend.   Look for open houses, free tastings, barbecues and stomps. The Grand Tasting and Auction is Saturday from noon to 3 at Avila Beach Golf Resort. You can sample from 60 wineries and restaurants from the San Luis Obispo region as winemakers, local chefs and wine lovers share the fruits of their labor and passion for the art of winemaking. For more information, click here.

And the Exploration Station in Grover Beach is taking a unique approach to fundraising by exploring the Chemistry of Cocktails. On Sunday, from 2-5pm, you can enjoy an afternoon of food prepared by local chefs, live music, a silent auction, and cocktails concocted by local bartenders at some of the trendiest spots locally. Local judges will pick their favorites and you can vote on the people's choice. Proceeds will go toward the Exploration Station's educational programs. Obviously, it's a 21-and over crowd only. Tickets are $35 bucks. For more information on the Chemistry of Cocktails, click here.

Plenty of reasons to say "Cheers!" once again on the Central Coast. Have a great weekend my friends!

The Best Steak Ever?

Fri, 28 Oct 2011 11:37:31 GMT

Thursday, October 27th, 2011

Really? The best ever? Even the best around these parts? Those are hard claims to make along the Central Coast of California, because we do have some amazing steak-houses here in Cowboy Country. But Jocko's in Nipomo does serve up some awesome grub, and based on the nightly waits to get a table, they have to be doing something right.

The family behind Jocko's has been doing things right for a long time. The roots of this place trace back to 1886. That's when current owner Sandy Knott's late husband's grandfather opened a bar kitty-corner to the current Jocko's location. In 1957 when Jocko died, Fred and his brother George decided to join forces and start serving food at the place. They barbecued out back, and ever since then, it's been a steady stream of customers.

It really doesn't matter what day of the week you come in, it's busy. "Recession? What recession?" Knott says she sometimes asks herself when she comes in and the bar is the full, the dining room is full, and there's a line outside waiting to get in.

It's not the atmosphere that draws the crowds, but the food. And the people. This is an old-school steakhouse, where locals and regulars gather and celebrate being "in the know" about this central coast treasure on North Thompson.

Jocko's is definitely family owned and operated.   Servers have been here for decades. Some of the newer ones are Sandy's grandchildren. Her son cuts all the meat and kind of runs the place. Her daughter-in-law does the books. And her daughter is marketing the seasoning that adds to the flavor of the meat.   Jocko's is definitely still family owned and operated.   If you'd like to know more about this great spot, check out the story I did showing how Jocko's serves up more proof There's No Place Like Home, by clicking here.

If you're looking for some Halloween fun this weekend, check out the wine caves at Eberle Winery in Paso Robles. They are usually filled with great wine. Barrels and barrels of great wine.   But this weekend, they'll be filled with ghosts and goblins.   Tomorrow and Saturday nights the 16-thousand-square feet of underground cave will be lit for a spooky tour appropriate for children of all ages. A $5 donation goes to Children's Charities in San Luis Obispo, allowing foster children to attend camp for a week in Cambria. the event has raised $3000 to $5000 in previous years. The tours are from 5:00 to 9:00. Eberle Winery is at 3810 Highway 46 East in Paso Robles. For more information, click here.

There's also a haunted house at the Jack House in San Luis Obispo on Sunday from 1 to 4.   For more information, call Carol at 438-5575.

You can get a little fitness in your Halloween fun at the Laguna Lake Mud Mash. Take your best shot at the obstacles, mud, mountain and fun to be had on 5K and 10K courses. There's also music, food and beer when you're done. And perhaps the best part, it benefits San Luis Obispo County Special Olympics.   For more information, click here.

And there's lots of Halloween fun to be had at Marisol at the Cliffs in the coming days.   It's the Monster Mash Marathon starting tonight with a gathering for singles to masquerade and mingle.   They supply the masks. Tomorrow is the Monster Mash Disco Bash.

And Sunday, it's the last Live on the Rocks Concert.   Sunday's Entertainment is Forrest Day and Truth about Seafood.

Also at the beach, it's the annual Pumpkins on the Pier Event in Pismo Beach on Saturday. For more information on that, click here. And the Jubilee by the Sea Jazz Festival is happening all weekend long. For the lowdown on that, click here.

Roots of the Vine

Wed, 26 Oct 2011 05:26:33 GMT

Tuesday, October 25th, 2011.

Sometimes you find the comforts of home in the strangest places.

I had a ball taking part in some of the Harvest Festival activities at wineries in Paso Robles this weekend. If you've not joined in on the fun, you may want to mark it on your calendar for next year.   There are all kinds of wine festivals around these parts, but harvest weekend is a little different. There isn't one big focus of activity like a grand tasting or anything like that, but parties everywhere.   More than 150 of the Northern San Luis Obispo County wineries celebrate the harvest season by having barbecues, food and wine parings, seminars and grape stomps.

I had heard about the fun to be had at the Opolo Harvest party, including a massive grape stomp, so I booked my reservations early.   I was most interested in stomping grapes like Lucy in I Love Lucy.

Since I heard there would be a Yugoslavian theme to the music and entertainment, I took my mom and a neighbor friend of hers for my birthday, and one of my old college roommates. Girls night out. What I didn't expect was to see my mom so touched by getting in touch with her Croation roots through a visit to a local winery.

Opolo is owned by Rick Quinn and Dave Nichols. I never realized Rick's roots trace back to an Italian, Croation, and Serbian neighborhood in Minnesota! So in this visit to Opolo, I am making connections with my Minnesota past, my Mom's Croation roots, and learning things about both I never knew.

I guess I hadn't mentioned the Yugoslavian connection when I told my mom about the party.

But the minute we got to the top of the hill, and she heard the music, you could tell she was touched somewhere deep inside and drifted away from us toward the band immediately. 'I think that's Yugoslavian music!" she said.   "My brother used to play that instrument!"   It was clear I had lost her for awhile while memories came flooding back. She would not be joining me in the stomp. We all know how music can prompt memories and it was clear my mom was reliving some wonderful ones.

As my mom reminisced, my buddy Janice and I danced and stomped our way through the big bins filled with grapes, and giggled like kids feeling the sand shift between their toes for the first time at the beach.   Kicking off our shoes and stepping into the squishy pile of zinfandel grapes was like putting on the Frosty the Snowman's magic hat. We couldn't help but dance around to the wonderful music that had captivated my mom.

The fun continued through dinner with new connections to others at our table, and topped off when one of them grabbed my mom's hand and led her out to dance with the Serbian dancers on the floor.   I followed with the camera, but soon ended up hand in hand with other guests circling the floor to the most upbeat happy beat. Suddenly I was living some of the stories my mom has told over the years of her big family doing a similar thing with friends and neighbors in her ethnic melting pot of a neighborhood in St. Louis.

As is always the case at Opolo, the food and wine was wonderful, and the view from the hilltop venue, spectacular.

But it was the spirit of celebration the folks at Opolo have embraced so wholeheartedly that makes their party so much fun.   And in this case the connection of that celebration to my family heritage made it even more special.

By the time we got home to tell Dad about it, my mom was remembering Croation phrases her mom used to say....ones my mom thought she had forgotten when Rick asked her about how much Croation she spoke. One of the favorites her mom used to say when a certain brother wouldn't shut up, translates loosely to "Let him talk. If he doesn't talk, he'll die." Well I think my mom would have died Friday night if she hadn't been able to ramble on and on about the big adventure she had up on the Opolo hill.   Who knew harvest time could be so much fun, and the roots of the vine spread so far?

Fall Fun

Fri, 21 Oct 2011 12:49:32 GMT

Thursday, October 20th, 2011

Dang I love fall.   I know we don't get as many of the vivid fall colors as some regions of the country, but we have our signs, and when they're every bit as wonderful to me.   I'm talking about the way the sun sits lower in the sky, and creates these magic sparkles on the water almost all day long.   How evenings come with a chill that have nothing to do with fog.   And how mixed among the cooler days, there are last blasts of summer days and the longing to take in one more day at the beach while the sun is still warm enough to prompt you into taking a dip.

And if you are craving the colors of the season, all you have to do is head to local vineyards.   The leaves are definitely starting to change on the vines in Northern San Luis Obispo, and on the trees there.   Which makes it a perfect time to check out Harvest Festival this weekend.   More than 150 wineries will celebrate the season with opens houses, free tastings, cooking demonstrations, winemaker dinners, vineyard tours, cooking classes, concerts and my favorite...grape stomps.   I'll be taking part in the big back at Opolo Vineyard this weekend. They set up big old tanks about 10-feet in diameter and serve up their classic lamb barbecue and it's a party.   The music just adds to the amusement.   It's sold out for Saturday, but I think there are more tickets available for Friday.   If you're like more information, click here.   And Opolo isn't the only winery throwing big bashes like this. If you'd like a rundown of some of the other happenings, click here.

And if you haven't picked out your pumpkin yet, or are looking for a more kid-friendly way to celebrate the season, consider checking out the San Marcos Ranch and Granny's Gardens.   It's the newest pumpkin patch around and is the focus of this week's No Place Like Home.   But it's so much more than a pumpkin patch. It's 100-acres and offers up all kinds of fun for kids (of all ages, I must admit).   There's 5 acres of pumpkins, a corn maze, a haunted mine, animals and just beautiful grounds to wander and sit a spell.   It's a perfect place to take in the beauty and the slowing pace of this season. If you'd like directions, or more information, click here.

And there are even options for the pets this weekend.   Saturday it's the Wiggle Waggle Walk for Woods.   It's a fundraiser for Woods Humane Society. It's from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. on Saturday and includes a K9 demonstration, barbecue and costume contest.   If you want more information on that fun, click here.

It truly is a wonderful time of year, so soak it all up. I truly believe there's a magic in this time...when we wind down from the hey-day of summer fun to the slower pace that comes from rainy days and frosty nights.   But I think this "tweener time" really is special.   Enjoy my friends! See you out and about at Harvest Festival!

Diggin' for Treasure

Fri, 14 Oct 2011 01:45:05 GMT

Thursday, October 13th, 2011

So we've enjoyed an amazing blast of late summer weather in early October here on the Central Coast.   It's been awesome at the beach, and even though temperatures are supposed to dip a bit for the weekend, it's supposed to be perfect weather for the 65th Annual Pismo Beach Clam Festival.
We're talking three days of fun in the sun.   You can enjoy events like the wine walk, where local winemaker have paired up with downtown businesses to set up tastings as you cruise through town.    There's a surf contest, clam chowder cook-off, bands, and a clam dig.   Kind of ironic there's a big festival dedicated to a mollusk that isn't all that easy to find these days anymore on Pismo.   But there's good reason to honor the little critter. We track the history of the Pismo Clam in this week's No Place Like Home. If you'd like more information on the Clam Festival, click here.

There's also fun to be found in Avila Beach this weekend. It's the Firestone-Walker Oaktoberfest.   You can check out local brews, German beer, German food, the Beer Olympics, and enjoy some good polka for $20 at the Avila Beach Resort. If it sounds like fun to you, you can find the information you need by clicking here.

And if you're looking for the perfect pumpkin for your porch, I highly recommend checking out the new Pumpkin Ranch (this is way more than a pumpkin patch!) north of Paso Robles. We're talking 25 different kinds of pumpkins, all kinds of animals, a corn maze and a haunted mine.   We'll profile the place next week on No Place Like Home, but if you want to check it out this weekend, get the information you need now by clicking here.

We are in the middle of an amazing time on the Central Coast, so whatever you do, take time to note the beauty around you, and to realize There's No Place Like Home!

Strong Indeed

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 06:55:28 GMT

Monday, September 26th, 2011

They say that which doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.   I saw a great example of that this past weekend.

It was a busy weekend full of connections with old friends from Minneapolis, Iowa, and here along the central coast. It was wonderful.

One of those connections was with a guy I worked with 16 years ago at KSBY.   There's something about those early connections, when we were all bright-eyed and starting out in the business and footloose and fancy free.   None of us were married, had mortgages, kids or pets.   For the most part, we really didn't have many plans.   We were broke, in the news business for all the right reasons, and having a ball doing it.

There's a group of us who have stayed in touch all these years, though most of us moved on to other cities, stations and stages of life. We've taken annual vacations together, celebrated marriages and the arrival of children together, and sadly, said so long to three members of the group who left this world way too early.   Kevin is one of the group I am talking about.

Shortly after I moved to Iowa, he moved back to his hometown of Kansas City, Missouri.   So when I grew homesick for connections with people who knew me more than a few months, I would head south and hang with him and his family and friends.     I remember being impressed when people would tell me "We've been friends for 20-30-40 years."   Especially when they lived in different parts of the world.   Well I'm starting to say that more and more. And Kevin is one of those kind of friends.

The last time we connected in person was this time five years ago.   I was living in Minneapolis and he was in KC, and we both had vacation time, no significant others and no plans.   So we met in San Luis Obipso and vacationed in the place we both find so amazing.   We went wine-tasting, running, barbecued around my brother's pool and had a great time.    That was the last time I saw Kevin, until this past weekend.

Two months after that Central Coast escape, Kevin had a massive stroke.   It didn't paralyze him, not all of him.   But it paralyzed enough of him to take away the thing he used most for his profession. His voice. It paralyzed him enough so he couldn't make a sound. Couldn't eat. Could breathe on his own for a long time.    While many people who have the kind of stroke he did spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs, tied to tubes and apparatus, Kevin was young and healthy and doctors were optimistic.   So were all of us, his friends, until we tried time and time again to call and have a conversation with him.   It was next to impossible to understand him even a year afterwards.   And that's how it was for about two years.

I had every intention of going to see him, but I lost my job, moved and life got crazy.   Truth be told, I suppose I was a bit scared of what I'd find when I got there.   Scared I wouldn't know what to say.   How I'd keep the conversation going for a whole weekend.   It was a combination of factors, but I never got there.

Eventually Kevin got pretty good on the computer and we became facebook friends. We kept in loose contact that way.   And then last week, a message from him. "I'm going to be in San Luis Obispo from Friday through Monday. I'd like to see you."    All our mutual friends who live here got the same one.    We called each other.   "Did you know he was coming?   Where's he staying?   Do you know why he's coming?" None of us had answers.    Only that he was and wanted to see us.

Turns out, this was Kevin's first trip on his own since the stroke...without the help of a family member.   They weren't thrilled about him doing it, but he was determined.   Which gets me to the first statement I made.   "That which doesn't kill us...."

Kevin is still Kevin.   He's still a handsome, smart, funny, fun guy.    But the packaging is a little different now.   Until you see him move or hear him talk, you likely wouldn't know he has been through what he has.   But his gait is awkward, and his speech slowed and slurred a bit.    And if you didn't know his story, you might think he was either mentally challenged, or really really drunk.   Which made it all the more impressive that he took this trip on his own this weekend.

I saw the looks people got when I introduced him and he struggled a bit to say 'Nice to meet you." He told me later the cruel things people have said to him over the past couple of years as he gets out and about more. "Yeah, I remember my first beer."   "Maybe you ought to cut him off." or worse. He says he wants to make a T-shirt that says "I'm not drunk, I'm not mentally disabled, I survived a stroke."   Yet none of it really seemed to bother him in the slightest.

Kevin has always been a nice guy. But I'm not sure I've ever seen him so at peace with himself and life.    I'd ask him where he wanted to go. "Avila, or Pismo?"   "Edna Valley for music, or Happy Hour at the Cliffs?"    He's shrug his shoulders and say "Wherever."    I'd say "But I want to go where you want to go on your quick visit, what do you want to see?"   He answered "I'm here. I'm happy."   And he wasn't talking about being on the Central Coast.   He was talking about being here.   Being.   Living.   Surviving.    I asked him if he ever got depressed or angry about what happened.   "No, because most people who go through what I do, aren't here or aren't doing what I'm doing...so I consider myself pretty damned lucky." And he does.

Lucky to simply be alive.   To take a trip by yourself. Even if people take second looks at you when they hear you talk. Or get frustrated because you're taking a little longer to exit the plane. "Who cares?" he says.   "I've learned to let so much go."    Kevin's visit served as a great example of the strength to be found in the trails and tribulations we face in life.   And how we really shouldn't sweat the small stuff.   And how much of it really is small stuff.

Thanks for making the effort KP to come visit your pals.   You are amazing.

Cruisin'

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 01:44:55 GMT

Thursday, September 1st, 2011

I didn't think I was into old cars.   That was until I went to my first classic car show in Pismo Beach years ago.   To see old vehicles restored to their original grandeur can get you hooked.   I spotted a vehicle I remember my brother driving after graduating college.   Of course it wasn't shined up and sparkling like the one I saw in Pismo Beach.   But I remembered my brother at that age.   And if I had the money I would have bought the version I saw in Pismo that day.

And cars made before I was born were in better shape than I.   Old Chevy's looked like the ones in my parents Honeymoon pictures.   And they all looked perfect.

I didn't even have a connection to some of the old vehicles that caught my eye. They just did. And I wanted them.   Now I know why they are considered classics.   And I appreciate the efforts of those who have either preserved them or restored them rather than let them rot in a junk yard somewhere.

It's why I'm thrilled to be the Grand Marshal of tomorrow night's Cruise as part of the Paso Robles Classic Car Weekend.   Dave Hovde says it's going to be a beautiful evening and I get to ride in a Convertible Ford Fairlane.
It will be just like a date I had a long time ago in college...when a guy took me cruising the streets of Paso Robles. But this is going to be SO much better! If you come on out, make sure to wave hello.

And if you can't make the parade tomorrow, make an effort to get out and check out some of the 300 classic rides that will be on display on Saturday.   I bet you'll find out you're more of a Classic Car fan than you realized!   And if you want to check out the story we did on what goes into restoring classic cars, click here.

And if you are out and about near Avila Beach on Sunday, consider stopping by the San Luis Obispo Symphony's Pops concert "Summer of Love".   I'm emceeing the event and have been digging around for my hippie attire all week.   And because Director Micheal Nowak doesn't believe in making a quiet entrance, look for some theatrics as we take the stage around 4.   After that, it's the music of the Beatles, The Birds, The Doors, Chicago and all the tunes tied to The Summer of Love.

It will be fun to hear my old bud Louie Ortega join the Symphony as well as Dave Becker.   So come on out. We'll all be feeling groovy!

And no matter what you do, have a great Labor Day weekend!   Mine will be extra long as I'm off all next week for a STAY-cation.    So I'll see you around.

Monte Mills and the Lucky Horsshoe Band

Fri, 26 Aug 2011 01:32:05 GMT

Thursday, August 25th, 2011

I remember them fondly. I'm talking about Thursday nights at McLintock's Saloon in downtown San Luis Obispo when I was going to Cal Poly and as a young "professional" working at a local radio station and KSBY-TV.   They were big nights on the town. And a big reason was Monte Mills and The Lucky Horseshoe Band.

There was always a line down the block. The ritual was to hit Farmers Market and then get in early to claim a seat at McLintocks before Monte and the gang started playing. Because if you arrived after they started, you'd be waiting for awhile.

You were guaranteed a good time on those nights.   Monte had a way of working the crowd...and if you didn't want to be the center of attention, you had better avoid eye contact, because he'd call you out to "to go say hi to that handsome guy two seats down from you" or to come up and dance, or if he saw any weakness in your resolve to stay put, to come get a t-shirt with the bands logo on it.   Every regular knew what you had to do to get one, and it was a crap shoot whether they were dreading ever being called upon, or dying to be.

What you had to do was change behind a shower curtain the band rigged up, and usually co-eds fueled with enough liquid courage, peer pressure and the band playing "Honky Tonk Woman" would get daring and throw whatever they were wearing up on the antlers above before donning the new t-shirt and giving the okay for the curtain to come down. It's a good thing the whole thing happened before the advent of cell-phones and U-tube. That's all I'm' sayin'.

Monte had a way of making it all look like good clean fun. The same way he has managed to pick out strangers in the crowd and make the introductions from up there on stage (I know a few who are still together!), get wall-flowers to get out and dance, and make everyone in the crowd feel like they are part of the party. He's been doing it for 35 years, and he's still doing it today. "I've always had kind of the concept, if you can get people involved, they can entertain themselves better than you can entertain them. So if you can incorporate that into program somehow, you're on easy street."

He's played with some of the biggest names in the music business, as an opening act, and as members of his band.
He's invited every single one of them to a 35th annual reunion barn dance this Saturday night at the Loading Chute in Creston.   It's from 6-10pm. It only costs $5 to get in and of course, ladies get in free. If you'd like more information, click here. And if you can't get out there this weekend, you can catch Monte and the gang next Wednesday night at Concerts in the Park in Templeton.    Or at the Burgers and Beer Tasting Festival next Sunday.

Know More about this fun, entertaining Central Coast Icon in tonight's No Place Like Home on KSBY at 6pm.
See you then!

35th
Anniversary

Join the Party August 27, 2011 at a barn dance to celebrate 35 years of great Monte Mills music and fun. Monte's invited every musician he's played with over the last 35 year. Don't miss this all-star jam!

Loading Chute: Guys $5.00/ Ladies FREE!

Good Grub Good Wine Good Time

Fri, 05 Aug 2011 12:53:40 GMT

Thursday, August 4th, 2011

Yeah, I know, it's been a while. More on what's been up with me later.   But if you are a fan of barbecue, Central-Coast Style, and you like some of the great wines produced here, you had better get out to Paso Robles this weekend for the Winemakers Cook-off.

It's sponsored by the Paso Robles Rotary Club, and was started 13 years go after Gary Eberle and Tobin James got to talking about who might be the best griller out there in the wine industry.   Of course those two modest boys both think they're worthy of the title.   It's their camaraderie and competitive spirit that makes this event so much fun.   They are joined by about 25 other winemakers who pull out all the stops to serve up the best recipes they can come up with on the barbecue grill.

Of course it's all paired with the wines they think go the best with their featured feast.   And in the quest to win the People's Choice award, they won't hold back at a little bribery.   You'll see vintage bottles come out for tasting, hand-rolled cigars, and anything else they think will tip the scales in their favor.

The best part about it is, all the money raised goes to scholarships for Paso Robles students who get good grades but could use a little help paying for college.   They'll give $30K away in scholarships this year and have raised more than $350K over the years.

Tickets are $75, and if your a designated driver, you can eat all you want for $40.   For more information, click here.
And cheers to the spirit of our central coast winemakers!

Movie Night Central Coast Style

Fri, 22 Jul 2011 08:32:34 GMT

Thursday, July 21st, 2011

It's one of my favorite summertime activities. Catching a movie under the stars. Outdoors somewhere. Tonight on No Place Like Home, we paid a visit to the outdoor theater offered up at Edna Valley Vineyards a few times each summer. They set up a big screen, make popcorn, have wine for sale, and you can bring blankets, picnics, and beach chairs and get cozy with a classic old movie.

They're doing one next Friday, July 29th.   They'll be showing "The Incredible Shrinking Woman" with Lily Tomlin. It's $10 to get in, but the money goes to charity each time. This time around, you'll be helping out CASA.

There's also a fun movie night coming up in Paso Robles in September. The 1965 Classic "The Great Race" will be shown in at Park Cinemas. It's not outside, but you can come in your Jammies!   That's enough to get me there! Plus that movie is so fun. For more information, call (805) 238-4103.

Father's Day close to home

Tue, 21 Jun 2011 12:38:19 GMT

Sunday, June 19th, 2011

I remember the moment.   It was one of those you don't forget.

Let me backtrack first.   I can't say growing up I felt connected to a community the way other kids did.   Not the way my friends did who had parents who owned restaurants, were judges, longtime doctors or teachers in town.   In school, on the first day of classes when teachers went through the list of students, they'd always pause at those kid's names and say "Is your father so-and-so? Or is Alice your mom?"   As the kid would offer up the affirmative nod, there was some part of me that knew they had some sort of upper hand in some way, though I don't think it was a conscious knowledge.  (As I grow older I realize that those connections aren't always good, and perhaps that poor student started the year with a horrible deficit of good will from Teacher. Regardless, they were known commodities in the community.)

It's not that I felt out of place, but my parents moved a fair amount in their early married years as my dad transferred jobs with the State of California.   And while I'm a far cry from an military brat, there was never a place in my elementary or high school years where my history went back any further than the generation of my big brother and I.   The closest I came to roots was when someone would ask me if I was my brother's little sister, and I never knew if it was good or bad to acknowledge the fact.

It wasn't until I came to Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo that I had a sense of roots.   My dad went to Poly.   My older brother went to Poly.   My parents lived here after they got married. I was born here. And though they began to move around shortly after that, their old friends...the friends they gathered with as my brother and I were coming up, were friends from SLO-town.    So when I "went away" to college, it really felt more like coming home in many ways.   I knew people I could call if I got in trouble.   My brother was living and working nearby by then.   And having all my parents long-time friends around was like living with a bunch of aunts and uncles nearby. It was nice.

Years later when I decided to hit the road myself and chase the career, I didn't realize the impacts of what being a stranger would feel like.   Which brings me to that moment I was talking about earlier.   I had landed in Des Moines, Iowa.   Somehow, I managed to find a place to live and my way to the nearest Walmart to get the basic supplies.   Shampoo, dish soap, paper towels, that kind of thing.   I had been going since dawn and it was about 3:30 in the afternoon. I was starving. So I stopped at Burger King and went in an ordered a burger.   As I sat there getting ready to take a bite, I looked around, and realized in that moment, there was a zero-percent chance I was going to see anyone I knew walking in the doors. Zero.   My throat closed up, the tears welled up in my eyes, and I sat there crying into my Jr. Whopper.   What the hell had I done? Where was I?   Far from home. Far from anything, or anyone one familiar to me.   I got into my car, went home and sat in my empty apartment and let the tears flow.

There were more moments like that....but none so harsh.   Like when all the fast food restaurants had different names. Taco Johns instead of Taco Bell.   Hardees instead of Carl's Jr or Jack-in-the Box.   Or when I couldn't find any of the brands I had grown up with at the local grocery store.  Forget the snow. It's not the weather that makes moving 2000 miles away from home hard, it's the million little ways you are reminded how far away you are.

But there is also liberation, and freedom in the experience. And I'm grateful to have had it.   When no one knows your name, or history, or has any preconceptions about you other than you're "that girl from California", you are given incredible leeway to discover who it is you really are...on your own.   The sign at the airport in Des Moines, says "Iowa, a place to grow." and that certainly proved to be the case for me. I had to grow up, on my own.   And dang did I have some adventures along the way.

The same goes for Minneapolis. Same growing pains. But with the knowledge a little wisdom offers.   I knew the sense of isolation wouldn't last. That in time, and by the second round of seasons rolled around, I wouldn't feel like such a stranger forever.

It was a great pleasure to not face those same demons when I moved back home to San Luis Obispo a year and a half ago.   Don't get me wrong...it's not like you can just pick up where you left off.   But I didn't have to use a map to get to my first day of work, or to the nearest grocery store, restaurant, or drug store.   I could even offer up directions to someone looking lost.

And every time I run into someone around town I knew from college, or early KSBY days, I realize the joys of being home all over again. (Even if there has been "bad blood" between us at some point...I appreciate the fact they're part of my history and that time and life seems to wash away the ugly and I like reconnecting with my past.)

I made a lot of friends in my travels, but whenever they got to telling stories of "the good old days" or even scandals or secrets, it was all new information to me.   I may have known one or two of the players, but only for a few years at most.   I didn't have history with them. I was a relative newcomer and as welcome as they may have made me feel, they could not offer me the one thing only time and life experiences with people does...roots.

I was reminded of that tonight.    I love being able to take advantage of the less hallowed holidays like Mother's Day and Father's Day now that I'm back on the Central Coast.   They didn't make the cut for trips home when I was a plane ticket away.   But Mom and Dad now live right down the road, so I'm seizing the opportunity to celebrate with them.   And today, we were invited by one of my Dad's old college buddy's to join their family for Father's Day festivities.

We hadn't connected as families for years.   But growing up, they were like family to us.   The parents went out together and left us kids to play together.   We took vacations together.   And when my dad and his old football bud would go on hunting trips, my mom and his wife would do girls weekends together (with us kids part of all activities.)

It had been years since we had all gathered, but it took all of about 10...maybe 20 minutes for the stories to start flowing.   Dinner was a trip down memory lane, and all of us now adult kids couldn't hear enough. We were asking questions, filling in the blanks where our memories weren't quite clear.   And laughing. Laughing watching our parents talk about times when they were younger than we are now, and having a new appreciation having lived well past those years ourselves now.

Names came up I recognized.  Stories were told maybe I hadn't heard, but I knew exactly the location they were talking about, or knew that persons son, or daughter.   History. My history. It was being told around the dining room table and though I was a guest tonight, I was no stranger.   These were my roots. And they feel comfortable and familiar and safe.   I am home.   I get new reminders all the time, and tonight's was sweet and wonderful.   And while the yellow brick road was one heck of an adventure, there really is No Place Like Home.

Happy Father's Day Dad. And you too Uncle Bob.

Full at Last

Fri, 17 Jun 2011 07:40:23 GMT

Thursday, June 16th, 2011

I have so many great memories of Lake Nacimiento. For years, every Friday involved a ritual for friends and I. Whoever could escape work earliest would head up and stake our claim to the best campground we could. Sometime weekends, we'd end up with three or four and a good group of people and boats. Some weekends 3 or 4 of us and a blow up raft. But we always managed to have a good time.

So I was pretty excited to get back there after a long absence to shoot a story for No Place Like Home. But I had no idea how amazing my day on the lake would be. Our winter rains have filled Nacimiento to capacity. In all my trips out there, I've never seen it like this. We were escorted miles back into the narrows by Managing Park Ranger Casey Neilsen. We spotted bald eagles, red-winged hawks, deer and waterfalls. It was so beautiful.

And don't think because you don't have a boat, or know someone who has a place on the lake, you can't take it all in.
The marina has all kinds of watercraft for rent, there are condos and mobile homes you can rent, and here's a little secret: If you just want to go out and have a nice lunch at the Dragon Lake Cafe, you can tell the folks at the front gate that's all you want to do, and they'll give you a special pass, free of charge!

So if you're feeling the need for a getaway, there's a great one to be found at Lake Nacimiento this season.
For more information, click here.

Dive Bar? I'll be the judge of that

Fri, 10 Jun 2011 07:49:53 GMT

Thursday, June 9th, 2011

When you go to Wikipedia.org and type in the term "Dive Bar", this is what pops up.   I think it's kind of cool The Merrimaker in Los Osos is kind of the poster child for the term.   But what do the locals and regulars there think of the designation?

We pay a visit to the Merrimaker in this week's No Place Like Home on KSBY.   It's one of those places most people who have lived on the Central Coast for any amount of time have visited a time or two. It's also a place that feels a lot like Cheers.

And there are stories...so many stories to be heard if you belly up at the bar there.   Like the horses and motorcycles that have rode right in.   And the people who have met, married, and mingled there over the years.

There are also stories of how the regulars there have pooled their resources to help a local in need.   Or supported the local animal shelter.

Whether Wikipedia is right or not, the Merrimaker is a Central Coast classic. And if you enjoy the ritual of winding down come quittin' time, you ought to check it out one of these days.   You're sure to leave with a few new friends, and in a better mood than when you walked in the doors.

So much to be proud of

Thu, 02 Jun 2011 01:52:02 GMT

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011

Boy do we got it goin' on this time of year on the central coast. Last weekend it was sunshine and summertime vibes being shared with The English Beat at the Cliff's Hotel and Resort in Shell Beach.

I have loved this band for years. Partially because their happy music lifts my spirits, and they are also the only band I know that has a song named "Jeanette". So it was grand fun to see them in such a perfect setting, and to be able to, after all these years, get to meet Dave Wakeling and the boys. And fun to re-connect with some old friends I hung with back with "The Beat" was on the radio all the time. .

The fun continues this weekend, even if the weather may be a bit iffy. In fact, there are too many options for fun-seekers.. There's the Santa Maria Elks Rodeo that gets underway Thursday. Sunday it's the Paso Robles Pinot and Paella Festival. (which actually happens in Templeton.) Rosa's in Pismo Beach is doing it's annual Martini contest on Sunday. And then Friday through Sunday in Pismo Beach, it's Wine Waves and Beyond.

Local chefs, winemakers and the gang at Firestone Walker will be coordinating their best efforts for a culinary celebration. We're talking local brews, wines, and foods prepared by our best local chefs. Oh yeah, and classic surf cars and surfing...again in the beautiful setting we call Pismo Beach.

The festival will teach you what to pair all the new brews and wines with.   Like the Firestone Pale Ale 31 will be paired with a Cayucos Abalone Ceviche created by Chef Casey Walcott, Sea Venture Resort . And the Firestone Abacus with a dark chocolate Whoopie Pie created by Chef Willie Vey of Apple Farm.   And it will all be served up with the stunning view of the Pacific at the Cliff's Resort and Hotel. Too see the full menu of the beer pairing, click here. To see the story we did on the event for No Place Like home, click here.

But the ingredient that will perhaps give me the greatest appreciation of the local products being poured and paired this weekend is why it's all being served up in the first place. The three-day event is a fundraiser for the Ampsurf Foundation.   It's a group that helps people with disabilities focus on their abilities through surfing.

Dana Cummings heads up Ampsurf and learned the power of taking on the Pacific after he lost his leg in 2002. "All I could think is 'If I could learn to surf, I could prove I was whole again.' he says as he gets choked up. "And it was the most amazing, freeing, experience to ride that wave and I just thought to be able to share that...that it would be amazing for them as well. The biggest hurdle is to get them to the beach. That's the hardest part. And once they catch that first wave, it doesn't matter from there."

About 70-percent of the 500 people ampsurf will teach to catch a wave this year will be veterans. "They are guys who came back from Iraq and Afganistan, all the way up to guys from Iwo Jima. World War II." says Cummings.   Yes, there will be an 89-year-old veteran of Iwo Jima in Pismo this weekend.

And there will be others who never served. "It's that kid who lost a leg to cancer." says Cummings. "Or the guy who got hit in a car accident and maybe has a traumatic brain injury."

But they will come from all over to this stretch of beach along the central coast to see what they can do. For more information on Ampsurf, click here.

Zorro's Cafe and Cantina A little Corner of Paradise

Fri, 27 May 2011 06:12:40 GMT

Thursday, May 26th, 2011

Sometimes it's just the simple things. And that's exactly the things that I think draw people to Zorro's Cafe and Cantina in Shell Beach.

Nestled in a little corner of Shell Beach, just of highway 101, it isn't fancy, but it's cozy, quaint and serves up some of the best Mexican food you'll find anywhere. There's a reason there's almost always a crowd on the patio, especially for breakfast on weekends. They have it down. They have the awesome Mexican breakfast specialties, but they also have some of the best pancakes I've ever tasted. I'm also partial to the Chiliquile: eggs, tomato, cheese all scrambled up with fried corn tortilla chips. It's served with rice and beans topped with rancheros sauces. And don't forget homemade corn tortillas on the side.

It's one of those places if you visit once, you'll come back to.   Peggy Ioppini and her husband Robert camp a lot in Pismo Beach and say they sometimes eat at Zorro's more than once a day. "They have wonderful tamales.   Sweet-corn tamales. They have wonderful chili rellenos. It's just the best".

Owner Cindy Foresee makes maximum use out of limited space, but it just adds to the cozy atmosphere.   There are blankets on the patio for beach-goers who catch a chill when the fog moves in.   And heaters as well.   There's music come summertime on Fridays and Saturdays. And locals love Tacorona Hour.    We're talking $2 tacos and $2 Coronas every day from 5 to 6pm.

Zorro's also serves up a wide variety of food if Mexican ain't you're thang.   Or not what you're craving on any particular
day.   And you can get whatever it is you ARE craving any time of day.   "You can come in and you can get a salmon salad for breakfast, and someone else can have bacon and eggs." says owner Cindy Foresee. "Or a cup of chowder at 8 o'clock in the morning. That's also one of my philosophies, is you know, give the customer what they want.".

It's a come as you are kind of place.   You'll be welcome whatever your attire, and you don't have to leave the dog at home.   "You know as long as their dog's are friendly, then we're dog-friendly." says Foresee.   It's another reason, there's no place like home.

Zorro's is located at the corner of Shell Beach Road and Placentia Avenue in Shell Beach. For more information, click here.

Thinking of Kristin

Thu, 26 May 2011 11:18:33 GMT

Wednesday, May 25th, 2011.

I had every intention of writing about Oprah today.   It was her final show.   For 25 years, she's been my idol, role model, guidance counselor, moral supporter and powerhouse lead-in to the 5 O'clock news.   I've been melancholy about the arrival of this day for months. She's played a role in my career and life. There were many nights when I got home from anchoring the late news far from home in Iowa where I'd come home to an empty house and play recordings of Oprah to learn how to live a better life, be a better person, or simply watch what a good interview looks like. So I teared up when I heard the show wind down tonight. I feel like I'm watching a good friend move away.

But the sadness of that goodbye does not compare to the profound sadness I know another family is feeling today. And when I spent 20 minutes or so beyond some barrier tape along a bluff in Shell Beach today, I knew where my focus would be for the rest of the day.

I'm talking about Kristin Smart.

She is the Cal Poly student who disappeared 15 years ago after attending a party off-campus. She was last seen near her dorm on-campus with another student, who police have called a "key witness" in the case.    I had just left the Central Coast to pursue my career when Kristin disappeared, but I remember the horrible story.   I remember the follow-up stories, and I remember the dead-ends and frustrations of investigators I talked to involved with the case.

When I moved back, I started wondering about Kristin again. I started thinking about stories I'd like to work on, and hers was one of them. I made a few calls, and started a little research. As I made those calls, I was often walking along the cliffs by Shell Beach. Then one day I realized where I was standing. I was right there at a memorial in her honor. I felt like she was talking to me in that moment.

And then I read the poem that is posted at her memorial:

POINT OF HOPE:

I face into the wind.

It purrs and whistles

It's secrets in my ear.

Under the sun,

Floating upon the salty waters,

I cringe with excitement,

To be in such a heavenly place.

It was exactly how I had felt so many times upon returning home and I ached for the fact she loved this place so much and had her life cut short so early. And no closure. Where is she? I want to know. Not as desperately as her parents, though.   I hear the anguish in her mother's voice in interviews. On my phone messages.   I simply can't imagine.

I made a ritual of stopping by her memorial every time I was nearby, and saying a little prayer for her, to her.   But in last winter's storms, the memorial was closed.   It's been really sad for me as I pass by. I feel like she's been out there alone for so long, and now her memorial is isolated too.   I admit to crossing over the barricade now and then just to pay a visit.   And have contacted the city to see what the plans are for the site.   I was pleased to find out, today, of all days, that it will be moved to a place where people can see it without worrying about their safety.

And this morning, on the 15 year anniversary of her disappearance, I went for a run, then crossed over the barricade tape and spent some time there.   I looked at her picture, recited her poem as I stood at the Pacific, and then sat and just paid attention.   To the place she loved so much. To the tragedy of what happened to her.   To the pain the day ahead would hold for her family and friends.

I wish I could solve the case. I know there are investigators who do too. I wish I could take away the pain the family still feels daily. I can't. All I could do today, was pay attention.    I think that's what her family still needs so much 15 years later. They say time heals all wounds, but not ones like this.   And they need to feel like people are still paying attention to the fact Kristin is still missing.   So that's where my focus has been for most of May 25th, 2011. And I'm pretty sure Oprah would say that's just where it should have been.

Sea Chest of Treasures

Fri, 20 May 2011 05:30:03 GMT

Thursday, May 19th, 2011

They call it the Sea Chest and it's full of treasures.   In fact is is one of the treasures of the central coast.   If you haven't paid a visit to the seaside restaurant along Moonstone Beach in Cambria, you need to.   I mean, it's just one of those "must dos" for locals and tourists alike.   And it's the subject of tonight's No Place Like Home.

It's been around for 36 years and hasn't changed all that much. It's expanded, and more people have heard about it. Which is why there's a line in front of the door starting about an hour before it opens nightly.   Scott Nelson comes regularly from Templeton to the Sea Chest and doesn't mind waiting at all. "We've stood out here anywhere from 4:30 to 5 sometimes even in the rain just to get in and get a seat at the oyster bar."

It's not just because people are eager to get a table or seat. It's kind of part of the ritual. The restaurant sits on one of the most beautiful stretches of beaches along the California coast and it's a great place to watch the birds, seals, whales and sunsets.   People bring their chairs, wine, snacks and social attitudes for the parking lot wait.    There's a camaraderie to the ritual. Lori Worsham comes a couple of times a year from Eldorado County. "They told us about this place, and said we can bring chairs, and we can bring wine, and I went, alright! Let's go!"

I like to wait until the doors open, put your name in, then head across the street and enjoy the view and a glass of wine until your table is ready.   The nice folks at the Sea Chest will come yell across the road when it's time. Or if want, play a game of cards in the kick-back atmosphere of the bar while you wait for your table.

The food is as amazing as the atmosphere. It's all fresh daily seafood. No burgers. No steaks. No problem for the thousands who call this one of the best places for seafood on the central coast.   Regulars prefer the Oyster Bar to the tables, even those by the window.   But if you're in the romantic mood, it's hard to beat the setting of a two-topper overlooking the pacific at the Sea Chest.

They don't take credit cards at the Sea Chest, or reservations.   So bring your cash, ATM card (they have a machine in back) and a little patience.   It's worth the wait. And when you see the setting, you'll realize why the wait is half the adventure at this central coast treasure.

For more information on the Sea Chest, click here.

It's not your fault

Tue, 24 May 2011 05:46:04 GMT

May 18th, 2011

I've been thinking about the toll of stress again.   Anxiety.   Fear.    I wrote about it in a recent blog, and it seemed to touch a nerve with folks because I heard from a lot of you.   It seems we're many of us are walking around in an prolonged state of too much of the above lately.

What made me think about it again, was an incident on the beach the other morning. I took my neighbors dog, Dolly, for a run with me. We were cruising along and a woman was talking on her cell phone by the water's edge and her dog was running loose nearby.   Cute dog. Lab I think. I can't honestly remember. He, or she, came prancing over to us playfully and I didn't think much of it.   And neither, it seemed, did Dolly, except to show a little excitement as he or she neared.   Suddenly the other dog was snarling and had a hold of Dolly's neck.  I screamed and pulled Dolly away on her leash and tried the kick the other dog away.   It all lasted a fraction of a second probably but I was yelling at the dog's owner to "Come get your damn dog!"    She came over with cell phone still pressed on her ear, and I yelled again "and get your dog on a damned leash! That's why there are leash laws!" I wasn't yelling it as I was backing away but right in her face.   "Oh shut up" she said as she glared at me and started to move closer to me.    "You shut up!" I yelled, and we stared each other down.  (I'm so mad at myself in hindsight that is the best I could come up with..."You shut up"?!?!?) Both of us in that moment were taking inventory of whether to escalate this encounter.   Fortunately, neither of us did and Dolly and I took off down the beach.

As we jogged on down, though, my breath got shorter, my heart faster and I wanted to cough up tears.    I realized I just unleashed a bunch of fury on this woman that maybe she didn't totally deserve.   Don't get me wrong.   I don't like it when people blatantly ignore rules and I hate it when dogs attack others. But honestly, it's not like I haven't had my dog off leash tons of times when I shouldn't have, and there has been a time or two she's gone running toward other dogs. And even if she never growled or bit, she scared the hell out of their owners as she charged toward them.   And that's where fear comes into play, and can mess with your responses to things.

I saw a bumper sticker once that just hit home for me. "Fearful people do stupid things."   It's so true. In that moment when I saw that dog go for Dolly's neck, I was scared Dolly was going to get hurt, so I reacted.   And I continued to react, even after the threat had passed.   I wasn't able to shut it off.    It's why I felt kind of silly as I jogged down the beach at how out of control I felt yelling at that woman.

It got me to thinking about other ways we respond to fear in less than rationale ways.   Was my reaction to the incident really all about the dogs? Could it have also had to do with the frustration I was feeling over misunderstanding between me and a friend over the weekend and the fear I won't be able to set it straight.   Or that I have let myself get so far out of shape and I wonder if I'll ever get back to a place where it doesn't hurt do much to do this run. Or the projects I have sitting over my head at work,and how I am not sure how I'll ever get the upper hand on all the new duties new media, and new times require.   Fears. They add up. They take their toll.   And they make you do stupid things.

Here's the thing.   Responding to fear is a natural occurrence. Flight or flight. We're made that way. The problem is, I am not sure I always know how to differentiate current, real and present danger from fears of what may or may not happen.   And it messes me up.   It seems the more life I live, the more I struggle with it.  It seems like it should be the opposite, but I think it has to do with the ugly knowledge of knowing the risks.

I remember when I was negotiating my current contract.   I had been laid off from my last job so I was nit-picking the language of the contract with my current employer.    At some point my manager began questioning my sanity and motivation in the process and got really frustrated.  Thankfully a wise corporate big wig with the company understands the dynamics of carry-over fears.   And the peace that can be handed down with a gentle reassurance. "This isn't about you." I learned later he explained to my manager.   "You have to have an appreciation of the battle wounds she just sustained and where she is coming from."   He changed his tone. I let my guard down. We figured it out.

I bring it all up, partially because of the e-mails I received about my blog regarding the Psychology of the Economy.   We are all sort of walking wounded these days to a certain degree.   And also because of some of the soul searching I'm doing and challenges I'm taking on as I work to create a new life in my old stomping grounds.   It's an interesting process coming full-circle.

I wonder if that woman, in that instant when she chose to not engage in a full on battle with me, realized she was in the wrong and figured better to let me over-react, or if she saw it my eyes, "This isn't your fault".   This is about so much more than your dog.   I felt like she did, and took a kind of pity on me.   Wouldn't it be nice if we could all cut each other a little slack when we are in the heat of battle.

Too much Too Long

Sat, 14 May 2011 05:24:06 GMT

Friday, May 13th, 2011

I remember when I felt safe. When as long as I didn't do something stupid, or quit trying, I felt secure with my job, paycheck, future.   Even reading the early warnings of a recession on the news a few years ago, it didn't really hit home for me. I may have thought about the value of my 401-K, or interest rates so I could refinance my home one day.   But for the most part, fluctuations in the economy didn't scare me.

Boy have things changed. They did for most of us. I am one of millions of Americans who felt the pain of massive lay-offs within my company.   First it was just the shock that my company could and would have to do something like that. Then the weird sense of shame that I was still there, and they were just gone. And then came the realization and fear that I my position was no longer as safe as it once was.

For the next year, the reports of the sagging economy got scarier to hear about and report on. And the impacts clearer. Eventually , the underlying nagging fear of what would happen to my life if I got laid off hit me right in the face. Overnight I was one of those millions of unemployed Americans we had been talking about.   The crisis served as a turning point that led me home to California, but it didn't come without a painful, depressing time of re-adjustment.   Losing a job is always hard. Losing a job in this economy...well it's a little different than it's been in years past.

I hate reading the numbers nightly now. I know the pain, to a certain degree, people are facing. I was lucky enough to get another job. I know people who haven't.   I know people who have lost homes, businesses, marriages and self-esteem in this mess we're in. And I know people struggling to keep their heads above water frustrated they can't seem to get help when there appear to be plenty of people working the loopholes in our broken bailout system.

It all can be downright depressing.   And that's more than just a saying. It sneaks up on you.

Tonight on KSBY I am doing a story on the Psychology of the Economy. I understand the dynamics all the more after talking to San Luis Obispo Marriage and Family Therapist Brad Rudd.   Like other health care professionals I've interviewed or asked about this, he's seen a big increase in people dealing with depression because of economic struggles.

The problem is largely, that we've been struggling so long. As a country, and individually. "It happens by degrees." says Rudd. "So yeah. There are people walking around in a tough spot and it's just slid on them degree by degree by degree and they're not aware how far they've slipped into a sense of hopelessness."   Before you know it, your in trouble.

There are all kinds of warning signs. Trouble sleeping. Trouble concentrating. Eating too much or too little. And a big red flag? Pulling away from family and friends. Yet, it's the very thing most of us will do. "The place to get sicker, is to pull in, close off, shut yourself down, not talk." says Rudd. "That's where the hole starts to get deeper. It's a paradox, because the very thing that's healing when you're in that state of mind is the last thing you want to do. It's counter-intuitive. When you are depressed like that, the message is pull back, don't talk to anyone." Rudd says its crucial people talk to SOMEONE. A family doctor who can likely recommend a good mental health professional if needed), a friend, Uncle Bob, SOMEONE. There has to be a way to process it so it doesn't overwhelm.

You can see the story I did with Rudd on KSBY tonight on our news at six, or by clicking here.

But if any of this resonates with you, know you are not alone. The majority of Americans are living with a constant psychic weight on their shoulders these days.   You may or may not need some professional guidance to help you navigate your way to a better sense of balance. And in this economy that can be tough. But there are resources. A good place to start is with your family doctor. Or a pastor or someone within your church organization.   County mental health can offer recommendations if you think you may need help too. And there are some good books out there that may just offer a little insight to let you know you aren't alone, and give you the confidence to pick up the phone and get a little guidance from someone to sort things out.

Also, maybe try one little trick for a couple of weeks. Start each day by being deliberate about focusing for your first few minutes, before you get out of bed, about things you have to be thankful for. It can take effort if you are in crisis but Rudd says it's important to hold yourself accountable for it. Your kids smile? Your dog? Your legs that can walk?   The paycheck you do get. The views we have all over the central coast. "Get intentional about looking for what works, looking for what brings joy. Things that gave a sense of hope, a smile, even a small one." says Rudd.

Then try to tackle one thing at a time. Because taking it all on, can be crushing. It's a long haul we're in and it ain't going to get fixed over night. But your mental health doesn't have to be a casualty of the recession we're all living through.

For more articles on this subject, click here.

For recommended reading on depression, you may want to check out http://thedepressioncurebook.com/
or How You Feel is Up to You; The Power of Emotional Choice

Pinnacles National Monument

Thu, 26 Jan 2012 07:55:38 GMT

Thursday, May 12th, 2011

I love most of the adventures I take in search of proof There's No Place Like Home.   But occasionally I get blown away by what Photographer Kelly Teel and I find. Such is the case with the Pinnacles National Monument.   It's an 85 mile drive out of Paso Robles, and I can't believe after all the times I've cruised up highway 101 to Capitola during college days, I never took a detour to check it out before.

When you leave 101 out of King City, it's not long before the buzz of the interstate is replaces by a meandering country highway surrounded by a beautiful valley buffeted by a picturesque mountain range.   And where the prairie grasses give way to those mountains, you'll find the Pinnacles.

The Pinnacles was proclaimed a national monument in 1908.   The park today is some 26-thousand acres and more than half of that is designated wilderness.     What blew both photographer Kelly Teel and I away was how on a two mile hike we could see such a variety of terrain.   It was quite a geological adventure. One minute you are down in caves created by massive boulders that have fallen into crevices and lodged above.   You hear water, feel the cool dark air, and then emerge out to the sunshine again and more amazing views.

You can thank Ancient volcanoes and the nearby San Andreas fault for the arrangement of the rocks, boulders, canyons and caves.   It really is spectacular.   And the Bear Gulch Cave Trail we took was only a little more than 2 miles round trip. When you do reach the top, you are rewarded with yet another view of of a beautiful reservoir. And as you make your way down the eye candy continues.

Do take a flashlight because it does get dark here and there in the caves. Do wear good shoes. And take water along, especially as it heats up. It will get hot as spring gives way to summertime at the Pinnacles. Really hot.

We explored just a tiny portion of the park. Fore more information and to plan out your own journey, click here.

Amazing Hike

Fri, 06 May 2011 09:26:49 GMT

Thursday, May 5th, 2011

It's one of the sure fire ways to get me to exercise...to get out and hike one of our lovely mountains on the central coast.   one of my favorites is the ridge that runs along the Pacific from Shell Beach to Pirates Cove.   It's steep enough, and long enough to get your heart pumping and it's so amazingly beautiful, you'll forget how hard you are working.

Photographer Kelly Teel and I hoofed it up recently for this week's No Place Like Home segment.    It's a beautiful hike that you can start either from Pirate's Cove or at the northern edge of Shell Beach.     I start it at the bottom of the ridge right before the neighborhoods start in Shell Beach.   You can park along El Portal, and walk up to Shell Beach road, make a left and you'll see a little turnout where some people park. (I think it's too crowded there and don't want to get blocked in.)   Just start hiking.   And with every step it gets prettier.

It's not an easy hike, but doable for anyone who walks regularly and is willing to take their time.   The hardest part may be the way down if you have bad knees or are unsteady on your feet.    You know you are at the top when you hit the cell phone towers. Then you can either track back down the way you came, or I like to head down the access road toward the parking lot above Pirate's Cove.   Do be careful, though. It's steep, so make sure you get your footing with each step.

When you hit the parking lot above Pirates, head south and there's a path that will take you all the way back to El Portal. There's one little hill to it, but otherwise, it's a lovely flatland path in front of the mansions there where you can catch your breath, and lose it all at the same time with the breath-taking views.   When you hit El Portal, walk back up to your car and enjoy the fact you got your exercise, some fresh air, and amazing perspective of just how beautiful this area we call home is.

Cheers my friends!   Hope to see you at the top!

And happy Cinco De Mayo!

Danger Ahead

Thu, 05 May 2011 12:45:04 GMT

Wednesday, May 4th, 2011

I'd like to say I'm above it.   That I have the willpower. But the ugly proof that's not true sits in every corner of my car right now.   I'm dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.   And it's all my doctor's fault.

I saw the doc for a little vertigo I've been dealing with. He prescribed a few things, including getting more sleep and taking better care of myself. But among the prescriptions were some I needed to get at the pharmacy.   He suggested I might save some money by picking them up at Costco. My parents belong.    Friends belong. They all tell me of all the deals to be found there, so I gave in.   I marched right in and got my own card.

I went in the evening, and as it turned out, the pharmacy closes at 7. But I decided to do a little shopping since I was there.   Who knew there were so many things I needed that could be had a great prices. Or at least they seemed like good prices. There was nothing to compare them to, so I can't really say.   The bottom line is, I walked out with things like a blender, bath towels, and three large containers of Ketchup that will take me years to use up.   And that's just the start.   I have enough snack food in my car to feed the neighborhood on movie night.   I have DVD's that I've always wanted to rent but now own.   And a really cool backpack that I can fill with water on my hikes up local mountains.   I also have a receipt that I have looked at about 20 times now, wondering how I could have spent that much money in one shopping cart.     What I don't have are the prescriptions I was going to save so much money on.

I was in a state of shock when I left wondering if I have a shopping problem. It's not the first time I've wandered into a store to pick up a few things and left with a carload.   That's why I considered looking for a support group as I drove away from Costco and saw the large red bulls-eye to my left as I headed to work. Target.   Coming soon.
I'm not sure I can handle it.

I spent the last six years of my life in the birthplace of Target. In fact, the last T.V.station I worked for was just down the block from a multi-level Target Store. Think Target on Steroids. When I found myself with a lunch hour and no plans, I'd often head down there to pick up a few necessities. Usually, I wobbled back with more bags than I could easily balance. I love Target. I love the cute note pads, candles, gift wrap, jerseys for my nephew.   You get the point. I find all kinds of things I need there.

I thought it was a good thing when I took a job on the central coast and there wasn't a Target near my home, nor place of work.   I haven't been tempted to kill time with fly-by's through housewares or the patio section.   And I thought I had kind of cured myself of that impulsive shopping when I took a pay cut to come home.   But after my experience at Costco, and the way my pulse elevated when I saw the red Bulls Eye go up on the Target store under construction, I'm thinking I might be in danger. And I'm too scared to go back and pick up my prescriptions.

Can you say SUMMERTIME?

Wed, 04 May 2011 11:56:05 GMT

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

I have it. I seriously have it.   I'm talking Spring Fever baby! This past weekend put me over the edge. Easter weekend was a bit questionable, but there was no doubt spring has taken control over the central coast these past few days.   In fact, I would argue, summer is moving in a bit early.

I love the signs. The baby seals crying for momma as she goes in search of food to bring back. The Leopard Sharks slithering over the rocks at dusk in search of food. (They don't bother me because they are kind of bottom feeders...leave the seals and humans alone.) And I had a serious moment of gratitude just before Tax Day. I was sitting on my friend's patio over the Pacific with a group of people that gathers there regularly. We were just wondering when the Pelicans start coming back around.   One of the guys said "Right about now, because I remember last year, they flew by on Tax Day last year."   It wasn't 10 minutes later, this group of about 30 magnificent Pelicans did a fly by, right over us. It was like they heard us talking.   "The Pelicans! The Pelicans! Here they come!" we all exclaimed and broke out into applause. I swear they tipped their wings to us as they passed.   It was so incredible.   About 15 minutes later another group did a fly by.   It was one of those moments that you are so overwhelmingly grateful for the live you live.

In the days since, I've watched the Pelicans preen themselves in the calm waters and morning sunlight before the wind and the waves pick up. I got my first sunburn watching my nephew's swim meet Saturday And I've taken to open toed shoes and wearing white whenever I feel inclined.   I also enjoyed a backyard barbecue, a scooter ride or two, and sunsets where no sweatshirt is required.   Yeah, I have spring fever big time. And the best medicine can be found by simply walking outside these days. Cheers my friends!   See you outside somewhere soon.

The Mona Lisa of Morro Bay

Fri, 29 Apr 2011 06:53:47 GMT

Thursday, April 28th, 2011

I can't even remember the first time I saw Morro Rock, but I do remember my dad telling visitors from the mid-west that it was just a boulder when I was little.   And for awhile, they bought it...that it had grown over the years to the magnificent size it is today.   The truth is, it's quite the opposite.

Morro Rock is some 22-million years old, and actually used to be much bigger.   But it's still pretty awesome sitting out there in the middle of Morro Bay.    It is one of 9 "volcanic plugs" along the central coast known as the Nine Sisters.   Basically, there were cracks in the surface rock and the molten lava seeped up through those cracks and crevices.   When it cooled and hardened and the softer rock around it eroded away, what was left was these "plugs".   Morro Rock is one of them.

We examine the history of this Morro Bay mascot in tonight's No Place Like Home.   You'll see how it was blasted away at for some 60 to 70- years....treated more as a granite source than the landmark it is today.   And if you haven't stopped and walked along it's base in awhile...do so. There's a bunch of wildlife to check out, and you'll get a sense of just how big this baby is...and why it harbors all kinds of proof, There's No Place Like Home!

Fish and Farmer's Market

Fri, 22 Apr 2011 06:31:06 GMT

Thursday, April 21st, 2011

There are people who say we don't have seasons in California.   Well we do. The signs may be just a tad more subtle and different, but they are there. Everywhere.

One of them is the Avila Beach Fish and Farmer's Market.   From now through Fall every Friday you can soak up some sunshine, good local music, and great local produce and food fare of all sorts.   I love the olives and jams I can pick up there.   But mostly I love the good vibrations (Cue Beach Boys here...because they're music would be so fitting for this event.) I get wandering along Avila Beach and savoring the flavors of the Central Coast there.

If you don't care about shopping, you can snag a table outside at the Custom House or Mr. Ricks, and soak up a cold one and get some great people watching in.

The Avila Fish and Farmer's Market is just one of the many signs of spring I have noticed in the last week. Like the Pelicans returning to Shell Beach, the baby Wild Boars I saw in Los Osos last weekend, and the baby seals crying just off shore as their momma's go fishin' for dinner.   (Not to mention the wildflowers I'm planning on seeing as I cruise our country roads this weekend.)

Yeah, our seasonal transitions may not be as dramatic as other parts of the country. But their out there and ready to be embraced.   So enjoy and have a great Easter Weekend!

And for more information on the Fish and Farmer's Market, click here.

Heading West

Sat, 16 Apr 2011 03:03:23 GMT

Friday, April 15th, 2011

The traditional tax day will never be the same for reporter Caroline Lowe.    This will from here out be the day she made the commitment to leave 35 years of history at WCCO-TV in Minnesota and head west!      Caroline is following a nudge she's had in her gut for a few years and taking off on a whole new adventure at KSBY-TV.

I'm thrilled.    I worked with Caroline for 5 years at WCCO. She was one of my first pals in the newsroom and remains one today.   So personally I'm thrilled to have her living close by again. And professionally, it's a great gain for KSBY.    Caroline is one of the best reporters in the business, and we're soon going to be having her expertise guiding young reporters at "The Y".    She's dedicated, tedious, hard-working and loyal to the pursuit of doing good journalism.

Sometimes all it takes is a visit. And that was pretty much the case for Caroline.   Shortly after I moved back home to San Luis Obispo, she and her husband came for a visit to say hi.   The bug was planted then.   She saw how beautiful this area is, kept saying "You live in Paradise Jeanette. You live in Paradise."    I do.   But I loved Minneapolis too so it's a great thing when those two worlds can converge like they do when someone from Minneapolis comes for a visit, or even better to stay.

We've hired three Minnesotans since I joined the team at KSBY and it's great to have connections from my "home" in Minnesota, living here in my "home" in California.   I have so many great memories and friends in both Iowa and Minnesota.   And it's hard to leave them behind, even when given the opportunity to come home to my roots.   I will always be grateful to Iowans and Minnesotans who did so much to open their hearts and lives to welcome me to their homes. I will never forget the adventures they provided. So it's grand fun to be able to return the favor a bit and show them the adventures and fun to be found here on the Central Coast of California.    Get ready Caroline! It's going to be a blast!   And your California Dreamin' is all about to come true.

If only Darcy could be here too.    We're thinking of you Darcy-girl...and still missing you every single day.

Forces of Nature

Fri, 15 Apr 2011 07:39:58 GMT

Thursday, April 14th, 2011

The forces of nature create the terrain that surrounds us. But how often do we take the time to wonder about how things came to be?   We might say to ourselves "I wonder how that big rock wall came to be." or "How many years has that mountain been there?" But how often do we take the time to seek out the answers.

Well we do just that in this week's No Place Like Home.   We pay a visit to the Museum of Natural History in Morro Bay.
It sits on top of a bluff overlooking Morro Rock and offers a great view of the bay below, and a lesson on the way things work in the habitat along the central coast.

It's a great little escape for kids.   And it's free for them.   It is geared more to the kids, but adults, if you are in the area, it's worth a pass through. It will only cost you $3.   Its open 7-days a week except Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's Day.

Road Trip

Fri, 08 Apr 2011 06:43:53 GMT

Thursday, April 7th, 2011

I love little getaways.   And we're taking an easy one for anyone who lives on the Central or South Coast tonight on No Place Like Home.

And for those who don't live close by, honestly, it's worth a longer journey to take this little one.

I'm talking about the trip over Highway 46 West from Paso Robles to Cayucos or Cambria.     Right now is a great time to take the scenic road from Northern San Luis Obispo County to the coast, because the hills are green and the water is blue, and it's just gorgeous.

I love to take this road on a Sunday afternoon, and veer off onto Vinyard Drive and pay a visit to some of my favorite little wineries there.   They not only serve up great vino, they offer fantastic patios and views.   You can see what I mean on tonight's piece.

And if you want to check out some of the views you saw in the story, here are the Wineries we visited on our shoot.

Denner Winery

Whalebone Winery

Calcareous Winery

Halter Ranch Winery

I just love that in on a Sunday afternoon you can check out some of the most amazing views to be found anywhere, pick up a few great bottles of wine and talk to the guy or gal who made it, and then go enjoy a glass and a beautiful sunset on the coast, all within a span of a few hours.   There's No Place Like Home Baby!

Sunshine and 72

Tue, 05 Apr 2011 07:50:45 GMT

Monday, April 4th, 2011

Hey, few of us like Mondays. Especially after great weekends.    But they come and we face them.    It's a perfect day on the central coast and I sure would have loved to hang at the beach than head to the office.   But as I walked outside to head to work this afternoon, I felt perfection.   To me, 72 and sunshine is just that...perfection for a work day. It's not warm enough to prompt any discomfort, and not cool enough to need a jacket.    I put the top down on the convertible and hit the road.

As I was driving south on 101, I saw the crystal blue pacific sparkling the green hills in the foreground, and thought "So it's Monday. Look where I live."    Nice.

Speaking of, there are all kinds of ways to donate to a good cause, but there's a really fun one on tap this weekend.   Wine for Paws is a fundraiser for Woods Humane Society.   About 60 local wineries are participating and if you pay them a visit this weekend, you'll be contributing to the cause.   Wineries are donating either all their tasting fees, or a portion of their weekend wine sales to Woods.    So if you are inclined to do a little tasting this weekend, why not do so at one of the wineries taking part.   To print up a list and map of them, click here.   And if you do go, make sure to have the passport on the back of the map stamped at each winery you visit.   It could win you a prize.

I love this event because I'm a huge supporter of getting animals at your local shelter. I've had two from shelters and they've been the greatest companions and pets.   So cheers to all who take part in this year's Wine for Paws!

Yippee Ki Yay

Sat, 02 Apr 2011 05:34:42 GMT

Thursday, March 31st, 2011

I have to fess up right of the bat.   I'm riding so high today. No worries, it's all natural.   I am just having one of those days where I can't believe where I live.   It was 81 degrees on the sand when I was at the beach this early afternoon before I headed into work, the sky was crystal blue, and water clear and clean.    And I just was overwhelmed with how wonderful it felt to be able to take it all in, in the hour or so I had free before it was time to head to work.

After I showered and hit the road to the station, I drove by the beach and saw so many people stopping by the side of the road, taking pictures. You could tell they too were overwhelmed with this little stretch of coastline they happened upon.    And here it is, in my own backyard.   I uttered a little grateful prayer.   "Thank you God."

And speaking of gems to be found in our own backyard, one of my favorites is the focus of tonight's No Place Like Home.   I did a story on the V-6 Cattle Drives out at the V6 Ranch in Parkfield last year, but it was a bit late for people to get signed up and take part in it.   Well there are three coming up, so if you've ever had the inclining to saddle up and play cowboy for a few days, now's your chance.   Zee Varian will get you hooked up with a horse just your speed if you don't have your own, and the rest of the Varian family will make you feel right at home, even if you arrive feeling a bit like a city slicker.

I seriously think this is one of those adventures that should be on everyone's bucket list.    There aren't a lot of places where the wild wild west still includes open space as far as the eye can see, and owned by ranchers who take preserving it as close to it's natural state as possible seriously. The Varian family does.   And they're the Real McCoy kind of cowboys and cowgirls.    So check it out and if you can find the time in your schedule and money in your budget to take part, I guarantee you'll walk away feeling like I did on my way to work today.   There's No Place Like Home.

Go With Your Gut

Thu, 31 Mar 2011 06:13:15 GMT

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011

I say it all the time. I believe in it.   I don't do it enough.   I'm talking about going with your gut.

The one time a year I have made a commitment to do so, is in March.   For years I have taken part in NCAA March Madness pools.    For a good 8-10 years I would hit up everyone I knew for advice on who to pick to win each bracket.   I like sports but hardly follow college basketball enough to make even an educated guess. So, I'd ask my dad, my boyfriend, our sports department, or take recommendations from public polls.    And for 8-10 years, I rarely made it far in those office pools.

Then a few years ago, I was ready to take a pass on participating in the office pool, when I was kind of forced to get involved. I worked for a CBS station and they were doing a web contest with the staff and viewers.   I needed to fill out a form so people could compete with us on the web.    In frustration, I grabbed the empty bracket page and filled it out in a matter of maybe 2 or 3 minutes.   I literally focused in and one by one picked a winner based on which name jumped out at me as I went down the page.   People laughed at my picks.   I won the pool that year.

I have done it the same way ever since.   I simply don't have enough interest to invest too much of my free time studying the stats or honing up on who are the potential MVP's who could carry an underdog all the way.    So I devote very little time to it when the forms come around.   But I do put myself in the zone of just going with my gut.    I tune out the outside world, I look at the teams, and I listen carefully for an internal sign of some sort that steers me one direction or the other. Then, and this is important, I jump on that pick before my mind has a chance to begin analyzing whether it's a smart one or not.    I can't think of a year since when I haven't been "in the money" as they say....meaning in the top three of the pool.

I think I'm in third place right now in the KSBY pool.   I was tied for first for a good stretch of time.   It's kind of comical (not so much to those at the station who work hard at increasing their odds of taking home a little fun money) when people ask me how I picked.   I honestly have no system other than the inclination that comes to me in that fraction of a second when I first look at each bracket.

It makes me wonder how much easier life might be for me if I had the courage to go with my gut on more things in life: from big things like first impressions of people, to my first instincts when I open a menu.   Could I have avoided a lot of heartache and food envy by simply paying attention to that inner voice?

I have had people tell me I have a strong 6th sense about things. I wish I had the courage to explore trusting it more often.   If I end up with a little change from our office pool, I'll likely buy pizza for the gang at work with the winnings.    To me the thrill of coming out on top is not about that, but a yearly lesson in tuning into that quiet voice inside that is smarter than any input I can get from anyone else. It's a wonderful reminder of a life lesson I have a hunch is true about 99-percent of the time.

Spring Surprises

Fri, 25 Mar 2011 09:58:11 GMT

Thursday, March 24th, 2011

You might get slapped.   And what could prompt it are the out-loud groans and gripes I've heard from people around the central coast last week.   "I'm so TIRED of the rain."   Don't get me wrong.   I'm with you.   I'm kind of tired of it to.    And I'm not the one who would be handing out the smack-downs.   But I know some folks in Minnesota who think it laughable we're complaining about two weeks of rain.    They've been snowbound since long before December, and this is as close as they're coming to spring this week.

Yes, our rains have been a pain.    But they are making our hills green and our wild flowers hearty and ready to flourish at the next blast of sunshine.
We are all chomping at the bit for a blast of 70's and they are on the way.   Not next month, not June, but as soon as this weekend. Consider the fact that when the snow finally does melt in the third of the county it now blankets, there are flooding threats. And then the rainy season begins.

To my mid-west friends reading this, know I feel your pain.   I remember these months.   I remember getting those spring and summer catalogues and having a hard time visualizing actually being able to wear any of those cute clothes..   There through my gloved hand, I'd see the glossy cover pictures of sandy beaches and bathing suits knowing I could likely wait until 4th of July sales to stock up.

So my friends still there, stay focused on what 50 will feel like when it finally arrives with sunshine, and you know it's just the beginning of the lush and beautiful summer ahead.   We'll be drying out by then.

In the meantime, I'll keep you in good supply of pictures when we finally dry out here. And to my Central Coast Pals, best to keep quiet. You have no idea the bad mojo you're sending out into the universe when you're whining about having to carry an umbrella. At least you can leave the gloves and stocking caps at home. And once the calendar says it's spring, that's worth being thankful for.

To see the story I did for "No Place Like Home" coinciding with this blog, click here.

But in the meantime, we'll soak up the

Why Not?

Thu, 24 Mar 2011 12:46:51 GMT

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2011

I love cool people.   And I had the opportunity to share part of my day today with one of the coolest.   Lena Lerza turned 100 years old today.   I was invited to her birthday party, and what a joy.

Lena spent most of her life in San Francisco where she lived with her identical twin sister in the Marina District.   They were avid Giants fans. They enjoyed the theater, art shows, and all the culture the City by the Bay has to offer.   Ten years ago, a fall down the stairs of their home forced a decision. Stay there and get live-in help, or move to an assisted living facility.   Lena's niece (great-niece actually) suggested maybe they come south and try life in San Luis Obispo where she could keep a closer eye on them. "Why not?" they responded.    And so they put the house on the market and started a new adventure, in their 90's.

It's the way they have lived their whole lives.   Leaving a home and city you are familiar with and love is enough to put a lot of people into a tailspin. But not Lena or her sister Louise.   "Why not?" has been their answer to any invitation life or someone offers up. Consequently they have lived happier lives than most.

Lena lost her sister four years ago.   It was hard on her, and she misses Louise dearly. But even that loss of her lifetime companion wasn't enough to keep Lena from wanting to soak up as much of life as she can, with what she has left.

So when she walked into the lunch room at The Villages of San Luis Obispo today, she was greeted by a room full of friends who all seemed eager to share in her celebration. And to tell me how great it is to know Lena.   At 100 years old she was eager to talk about the Dodgers, cute men, and the benefits of daily happy hours. People who work at the facility say her positive attitude has been contagious around the place. I would argue people with attitudes like Lena spread positive ripples around the world. Which is why I am glad to have had the chance to spend a little time with one of the coolest people I know today.

Happy Birthday Lovely Lena.   It's great to know you.

Step Away from the Treadmill

Tue, 22 Mar 2011 10:46:13 GMT

Monday, March 21st, 2011

If only I had such trouble stepping off the kind of treadmill that clutters basements and bedrooms across America. The ones that sit unused too often, or are used as laundry racks. But alas, I am not talking about that kind of treadmill.   The kind I have trouble getting off of is the treadmill that is my life.

As hard as I try, I let it get going so fast, I'm afraid to jump off for a little rest. I guess I feel like I'll fall down in some way if I do, but the truth is, I fall eventually when I wear out and just can't keep up the pace anymore.

That kind of happened last week. I got sick. I absolutely hate the fact that's what it takes most of the time for me to clear the calendar and rest. During my downtime on the couch, I got to thinking about my state of mind before I took the job here at KSBY and how I had kind of unplugged from the work-a-day world and learned to sit and let my mind wander a bit more.    I was so excited to be home and near the coast again, I would take every opportunity to take the scenic way wherever I was going.    I swore I would always take the extra minute it took to cruise along the coast on my way to work, rather than just take the quickest route to the freeway and bypass the view.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but I quit doing it last week.   I was running late.    I hesitated, knowing that once I broke the streak, it would somehow make it easier to do again the next time.   But I wanted to save that 60 extra seconds.   And guess what? I did the same the next day.   I'm writing today to bust myself.

It's my constant battle...balance.   My regular readers know that.   But I feel really bad about letting things get so crazy that I took a pass on the moment in my day that brings me the most peace.   And darned if I didn't get sick right after that.

We live in a world with every electronic convenience designed to make our lives easier and more organized. So why does mine feel more out of control the more time I spend with those gadgets?   It's cosmic clutter.   That's my name for it. The e-mails that build in my "in box", the blogs I need to write, facebook messages I need to return, Tweets I haven't Tweeted, and links I haven't Linkedin.    The more I try to catch up, the more I miss moments of connection with world around me.   It's so weird that my efforts to stay connected, leave me feeling disconnected. And it's so frustrating.

So I'm working this week on catching up from dropped balls last week, but not quite ramping up the speed yet on the old treadmill.   I need to get back in the game, but not so fully that I miss the view along the way.     And it would be really great if I could carve out a little time to hit the other kind of treadmill, instead of giving it a pacing glance as I rush out the door.

Say what?

Thu, 17 Mar 2011 05:10:30 GMT

Tuesday, March 15th, 2011

It was the first time I had heard the "F-word" from a relative. I was mortified. In fact, I think I cried.   It was my brother who uttered the word I had been trained was a horrible no-no to say. In fact, I think he said it over and over.

I was in third grade I think. Maybe a year older.   My brother was in high school.   I have thought about that day a lot lately after reporting on the fish kill Redondo Beach this week.    You've likely seen the pictures.   Millions of sardines trapped in a harbor after coming in to escape the red tide and getting trapped.    The pictures cannot tell the story of what an ugly mess that is. I know, because it was a similar situation that had my brother uttering the ultimate no-no word.

We were living in Capitola, down the beach from Santa Cruz.   And it was anchovies I believe, not sardines. But there were millions of them.   My dad and brother loved to fish off the beach near our house and my dad had the bright idea to go gather a bunch of those anchovies, freeze them, and save all kinds of bucks on bait in the coming year.   Good in theory.

My brother was on board at the beginning, I think.   I even went along as they loaded two empty garbage cans in the back of the truck and we headed to the harbor.   I was useless. The fish looked as slimy and gross as they did when my dad and brother put them on their hooks in the boat. (That is the reason I never adopted the love of fishing my dad tried to pass on to me. I hated baiting the hooks.)   But my dad and brother scooped up a few garbage cans of slimy fish and off we went.

When we got back to the house, my dad helped my brother dump the anchovies in garage and begin hosing them down. But then, raced off back to work   My bro and I were left to bag them up and put them in the big freezer for future fishing trips.   It was the ugliest, smelliest job and I was simply no help.   "I don't want to touch them!" I whined to my brother when he barked at me to help.   I think I heard him say the S-word first.   There he was, with boatloads of anchovies all over the garage, slipping and sliding around and it was all on him to finish this crazy production.

Within an hour, I was in tears, he was throwing the rubber garbage cans across the garage, and the f-bomb at my dad who was thankfully out of earshot.   But I remember how upset I got hearing him say that word. I wonder if the word even phases kids anymore with how liberally it's tossed around in movies today. But back then, I just knew ee was gonna be in some kind of trouble when Dad got home and I told on him.

Thankfully, I think Dad realized by the time he pulled in the driveway what a hair-brain idea the whole thing was. There were still tons of fish waiting to be baged, and the afternoon sun was providing a perfect environment for intensifying the aroma of the day.   As I remember it, I got to go inside with mom while they finished up the mess. I think the garage smelled for months after that.

My brother never did get in trouble for his potty mouth and I honestly think my dad laughed when I told him what had happened.   He understood my brother's frustration and felt bad he didn't wrap his mind around how ugly of a chore he had dumped on his child.   I was bewildered, but in seeing the mess in Redondo Beach this week, and remembering that day, I think I understand why brother got a pass that day.   And why the city of Redondo Beach was smart to call in the professionals for their clean-up instead of local fishermen looking to save a few bucks.

That's what I'm talking about

Fri, 11 Mar 2011 10:35:50 GMT

Thursday, March 10th, 2011

Bring it on. I'm talking Springtime! It's right around the corner. I'm talking longer days, warmer sunshine and big fresh red strawberries. If you need proof it's right around the corner, head out to Avila Valley. The Avila Valley Barn opens for business tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow!

Homegrown (and that means local...not "homegrown" somewhere else and shipped her, but right-in-our-own backyard local) fruits and veggies are readily available at the barn from now through the start of winter. And they're expanding their deli a bit this year, with sandwiches available every day. And they're serving up homemade strawberry shortcake every day. (BIG strawberry shortcake.)

It's not like our winters on the central coast are all that bad, but there's still a thrill when the signs of spring start showing themselves. And one big one happens tomorrow when I can stop by "The Barn" on my way to work for some fresh fruit, a sandwich, and maybe a olallieberry pie. The gang at work loves them. ;-)

Worth the Effort

Wed, 09 Mar 2011 12:50:26 GMT

Tuesday, March 8th, 2011

I have a hard time saying now. I hate that about myself.   And I pay the price for it.   But some things are just worth the effort.   And the time.   Such is the case with Phyllis' Musical Review at the the Alex Madonna Expo Center.

I did it for years before I left to chase career aspirations away from the Central Coast.   I even flew back 3 or 4 years to be a part of it. But at some point, it became too difficult to coordinate.   When I returned, I didn't really expect to get involved again. But I wasn't here more than a few days when I got a call from Phyllis saying she was so excited I was home and that she certainly hoped I'd be taking part in the fashion show again.

I won't lie. I kind of sighed.   It's not that it's not a ball, but it's also not a small commitment of time. Two days, four shows, five changes of clothes, and a half dozen practice sessions.   I was just moving back and wasn't sure I was ready to take it on again.   But like most of those involved, I adore Phyllis Madonna, and it's just next to impossible to say no the woman.

It proved to be a great way to re-connect with a lot of old friends last year, and make some new ones.   And this year was the same.   You can interview your local politicians, cops and attorneys, but there's a whole new level of connection after you've shared a dressing room with them for two days and put your pride aside to yuck it up with them on stage.

There's an aspect to the fashion show that's kind of corny. Lip singing ducks and clowns, and novice models like me trying to "work it" on the catwalk.
But there's an amazing sense of community spirit involved that makes it one of those things worth being a part of, or forking over a good chunk of change to attend.    To see local city council members, cops and our newly elected Sheriff in San Luis Obispo County up there shaking their groove thangs to the Village People's "YMCA" reminds everyone we are all human and at the end of the day, like to have fun and laugh together.
It's a nice change of pace in a world where we hear more about disagreements and debate than pulling together for a common cause.

Thanks to Phyllis, and her sidekicks Cheri Humphrey and Pam Copeland who put together the fashion show, we get a yearly reminder of the good will to be found in our communities.   And what that can do. The exact total is still being dialed in, but early estimates indicate the four shows brought in about $150K for the Women's Shelter of San Luis Obispo.    Which means I'm going to have a hard time taking a pass once again when and if Phyllis calls again next year.   Sometimes not being able to say no is a good thing.

Puttin' on the Ritz

Fri, 04 Mar 2011 01:41:03 GMT

Thursday, March 3rd, 2011.

It's always nice to know people read.   Received a nice e-mail from Lonnie Oiseth asking if all was okay with me since I hadn't blogged this week.
Thanks Lonnie. My computer at home has been on the fritz which is where I do a lot of my blogging from, and it's just been a busy week this week with preparations for the big fashion show.

For those who haven't seen the news the last day or two, this weekend is the big production of Phyllis' Musical Review. That's a fashion show that is so much more than just a fashion show. It raises more than $100K for the San Luis Obispo County Women's Shelter most years. There are four shows, two tomorrow and two Friday. And I'll be in all of them, along with a cast of other characters who agree to leave their egos at the door for a good cause. To see what I mean, click here.     I'm trying to dig up some old video's of years past when I've really embarrassed myself and if I find them, I'll post them next week.    And for sure I'll post pictures of this year's event.

Tickets for the event are still available.   Call the Madonna Inn or you can get all the details here.   Carina Corral of KSBY will also be joining me on the catwalk so be sure to give a shout out to both of us at whatever show you chose to attend.

And I know I've fallen behind on my 365 reasons to be thankful.   I haven't quit noticing, but haven't been good about sharing. I'll try to fill in some blanks but there may be a few gaps.    Hey, who says perfection is part of a grateful heart!

Thanks again readers for checking in and noticing my absence. I really do appreciate you stopping by.

ANSEL ADAMS UNCOVERED

Fri, 18 Feb 2011 07:21:16 GMT

Thursday, February 17th, 2011

I swear there's gold in them thar' hills surrounding Parkfield, California.    I'm not talking the stuff that's going for about 14-hundred bucks an ounce, but stories. Every time I sit down for a cup of coffee in that tiny "Earthquake Capitol of the World", I discover the kind of gold reporters hunt for.

My latest haul came after a cup of coffee at the kitchen table of Jack and Zee Varian's ranch house.   It was a picture book.   A beautiful picture book filled with black and white photos taken by none other than Ansel Adams.   Turns out Jack's uncle Russell Varian and Adams were good buddies. They shared a love of the outdoors, particularly the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

When Russell died in 1959, Adams wanted to make a book in his friend's honor. So he set out to take pictures he thought Russell would like. And he put together a book using those pictures, and quotes from Russell.   Ansel Adams, Portfolio IV, What Majestic Word; In Memory of Russell Varian is a beautiful tribute to nature, friendship, and taking the time to honor both.

There were about 250 copies of the picture book produced and sold as a fundraiser for the Sierra Club.   One of them is in Parkfield.   It's not for sale. But it's right in our own backyard.   And the sentimental story behind it is worth more than any auction house could ever get for it.

If you want to see the story I did on the book, click here.

And if you want to mine some more golden nuggets about the history of the central coast, I highly recommend checking out the book The Inventor and the Pilot by Dorothy Varian.   It's out of print, but available at local libraries.
You'll learn how Russell Varian had more than an appreciation of the outdoors.   He had an amazingly inquisitive mind that led to some remarkable discoveries.   The very radar Dave Hovde uses to forecast the weather, or that planes use to keep from running into mountains traces back to Russell Varian and his brother Sigurd. (Jack Varian's father.)

And that's just the start. Like I said, there's gold in them thar' hills.   There is No Place Like Home.

Lunchtime History Lesson

Tue, 15 Feb 2011 04:38:56 GMT

Wednesday, Febraury 9th, 2011

I wish I did it more often.   I'm talking about taking the time to visit with those that came before.   The men and women who called the Central Coast home long before I was even born.   I always find it fascinating to to hear their stories, see their pictures and learn about the way things used to be.

I had a great opportunity to do so recently when I visited Harry's Plaza Cafe in Santa Barbara (locals just call it Harry's.)   Every week, members of the original Santa Barbara Motorcycle Club meet there. The club was founded about the time many of them were born: in 1924.   The guys that meet at Harry's were active in the 30's and 40's and were quite the showmen.

I spent a lunchtime hour hearing their stories and checking out the pictures of their adventures. Pretty amazing stuff. They used to race and perform at locations all over the city and made a good chunk of change for local charities.    In fact, when they handed the charter over to a new generation of motorcycle enthusiasts in 2011, they had $16,000 in the account. They gave $1000 of seed money to the young club and $15,000 to the Rehabilitation Center of Santa Barbara.

I met the Motorcycle group through Ed Langlo, who's dad was a member of the club.   But he died in 1967, and Ed recently took an interest in the club to learn more about his dad.   In the process, he heard countless fascinating stories about the history of Santa Barbara, and is now working on a documentary about the group.   If you want more information about the documentary you can e-mail him at e.c.langlo@cox.net.     And if you want to see the story on the club, click here.

Shut up and get in the car

Tue, 08 Feb 2011 03:11:31 GMT

February 7th 2011

That's going to be my mantra when I get stressed out.   Shut up and get in the car.   Don't worry, I'm not being that bitchy to anyone else.   I'd be issuing the orders to myself.   Let me explain.

I had a crazy week last week. Too much going on.   Too many phone calls. Too many meetings. Too many voices in my ear, head and even dreams at night. I was, as they say, spun out by Friday night.   But I was committed to a dinner in Paso Robles where I'd be socializing with some 500 people.    It turned out to be a lot of fun, but was far from a quiet Friday night at home, which is usually what my psyche needs by week's end.

I spent the night at my folks place in Paso and enjoyed a nice breakfast with them.   We talked and caught up about my crazy days of late.   It was great, but as I drove away from their place and headed back over the hill, I realized my drive to and from Paso was about my only quiet time the whole week.   You know, time when I could put on some music, and let my mind wander.

I had a friend waiting to go on a hike with me at home, but called and said I'd be late. It seemed like a perfect day to put the top down and go pick up some wine I had ordered at Denner Winery.   As I turned right onto Vineyard Drive I felt myself settle some.   It was a beautiful Saturday, I couldn't make or take any calls because I was driving, and the scenery was spectacular.

I took care of business at Denner, and hit the road to come home.   But instead of taking the quickest route, I headed over 46 West, which I believe is one of the most beautiful drives on the central coast.   I put on a Van Morrison mix a friend had just made for me and mellowed out. "Why!?" I thought to myself. "Why don't I do this more often."

By the time I hit Morro Bay I was a totally different person than when I left my folks.   I wasn't thinking about work, or chores at home, or finances, or anything other than the amazing vista's before me. That and the perfect temperature for a top-down cruise and the feeling of the sunshine on my face and shoulders as. How lucky I am, I thought, to live in a place where a 20 minute detour dumps me out on a gorgeous stretch of highway 1.

I am so grateful for California's cell phone law.   Had I had the thing to my ear the whole time, I'm not sure I would have appreciated my surroundings, or even been aware of them. And certainly, I wouldn't have been able to quiet that inane chatter that too often takes over my brain-space.   The good news is, I have discovered a way to get the upper hand.
Just get in car and shut up.   It's amazing the insight that comes into focus when you let a good CD and mother nature do the talking.

Lessons

Tue, 08 Feb 2011 03:13:49 GMT

Friday, February 4th, 2011

Why can't lessons be learned without the pain that often comes along with them?   Don't touch a hot stove. You usually have to burn your hand first.   Don't run on the cement around the swimming pool. You usually have to fall on your you-know what first. Don't give your heart away to someone who hasn't exhibited they know how to take care of it. You get the idea. You know what I mean.   We learn the lessons whether we want to or not.   But the longer we put off the process, it seems the more painful it gets.

I hate the process.   Yet, I value the results.   I spent a long time on the phone with an old friend a week or so ago. We were catching up about all that's happened in both our lives in the last year. I was expressing some impatience with how things didn't seem to be coming together in a few areas the way I wanted. And that I was struggling with my sense of optimism that they ever would.   She shared a profound thought with me.

She said that when things got crazy in her world a year or so ago, she was literally on her knees one day in tears. She said she kind of surrendered and thought "No way could I see this coming."   So she threw out of prayer to God asking him what lessons he wanted her to learn from all this. And, she asked for guidance in following His will, not hers.   I was astounded. Because knowing what I do about all that was going on back then, and how things have turned out, I realized how brilliant that surrender was.   He life is richer than she could have even imagined a year or so ago.

So I've been using that thought a lot lately.   It helps some of the time.   Not so much at others.

I was thinking about it because I've been part of a series this week on KSBY about the struggles of the unemployed and underemployed.   I see how tough times have been for so many. Our lives have been turned upside down in so many ways.   Even if you still have your job, I'm betting you feel less secure in it.   And there isn't anyone I know who hasn't felt the financial pressures of the recession in one way or another.

The statistics show half of the unemployed have struggled with depression.   And a quarter of the employed have.   And if you find a new job, get ready for some challenges there too. I can attest to that.    I feel like I'm just beginning to approach the upswing of a long two years of changes. They started with my own pink slip from my former employer. The lessons learned are priceless. Or will be when I finally get them down.

In the meantime, I try to keep that question at the forefront of my mind. "What is it you want me to learn from this God? 'Cuz really, I should be the smartest person on the West Coast by now, and I'm getting tired of going to school." But I'm looking forward to getting my diploma. And realizing at the same time, the schooling will never end.

Have a good weekend everyone.

And the view I'm looking at out my window right now from work on this Friday evening is my reason to be thankful today!

Resolutions

Wed, 02 Feb 2011 06:22:29 GMT

Monday, February 1st, 2011

Here we go again! Another new beginning with a new month.   I am kind of proud of myself that I've stuck to my new years resolution of coming up with one thing a day to be grateful for. It's really been good for my state of mind, and pretty easy.   It's amazing how even on bad days there is plenty out there to be thankful for.   And the drill of having to stop and come up with my "daily dose" of gratitude can change my perspective if I find myself living in a bit of a bummer bubble at any given moment.   Pops that thing wide open most of the time.

If you want to check out what I've come up with, click here. And I throw out the challenge once again, to join me in my quest.   Just imagine what 365 days of living in gratitude could do to our 2011.    Come on, live the adventure with me!

February is heart month, which is designed to get our bods moving and our hearts pumping in a quest to keep them healthy.   I think working on a little different perspective through gratitude can do wonders for that amazing little organ too.   So here's to happy, healthy hearts in February.

Speaking of....I didn't have to try to hard to come up with something today.    As I jumped on my bicycle this morning and headed out for my yoga class, I was grateful for the view on the way there.

And for the view on the way back afterward.

Dang I have a lot to be thankful for!

SAD of a different sort

Tue, 01 Feb 2011 03:27:40 GMT

Monday, January 31st, 2011

Okay, first...a warning to my friends in the mid-west.   You may want to pass on reading this blog.   If you continue on, you can't say I didn't warn you.
And should you choose to continue on, let me say up front, I'm sorry.

But here's the deal.   I was dealing with a case of Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD over the weekend.   Normally it comes to people who live in cold and dark climates during long winter months. I think I've even suffered from it when I lived in Iowa and Minneapolis at times.   But this time, I have the California version.

I have loved the last month of wonderful sunshine and 70's.   It's been amazing with the lack of fog, rain, and winter chill.   I have gotten up early and been ready to seize the days, because how long can this string of weather last? Right?    I think I was conditioned to taking advantage of great days when they arrive when I lived in the mid-west.

Well this past weekend, I was exhausted. I was craving a rainy day so I could have an excuse to just hole up in my cozy little house and watch movies all day in bed.   The forecast seemed to be cooperating.   Sunshine on Saturday, rain on Sunday.   I hustled all day Saturday to get outdoor chores and excursions done.   I watched the sunset.    I went to a movie with Mom. And I came home exhausted and ready for my rainy day Sunday.

When I woke up at 8 on Sunday morning, I was so thrilled to hear the rain on the window panes. I pictured a day of jammies, magazine, novels and movies.   I thanked God and dozed back off.   When I woke up an hour later, I couldn't believe my eyes. The warm sunshine through my blinds was telling me the rain had wrapped up it's stay in my neighborhood and moved on. It was another day in paradise.

I can't believe I am saying this, but I was truly disappointed.   I love that we're not dealing with snowstorms, white-outs and ice-covered roads. But I was in the mood for a little California version of rough weather.    I found myself with a case of SAD Sunday. I know I could have still stayed in bed and watched movies all day, even with the sunshine, but I'm not there yet.   I still feel like I need to make the most of every sunny day in January.

Maybe it hasn't quite set in that this is often what the dead of winter looks like here. And I don't have to soak up every hour of sunshine delivered at my doorstep.   That's easier said than done when the hills are green, the trees are full of blossoms, and there are flowers sprouting up all around my house. I WANT to get out and take it all in.    I guess I kind of need an excuse to take a pass now and then.   It's one of the challenges of moving back to the Central Coast.   But I know I'll figure it out.

I told you to stop reading Iowans and Minnesotans. You can't say I didn't warn you. But think of it this way.   You get to enjoy a day by the fire and football this weekend. Enjoy it for me too!    I'll try to pretend it's Superbowl weather, even if I have to close the shades.    And hang tough my friends. Hang tough.   Just think how good it's going to feel when Old Man Winter does start to lose his grip on you in the weeks to come. There's no way I can explain to a Californian how good 50-degrees can feel after a winter like the one you're enduring right now.   It's coming. It really is coming. And so is the rain out this way.

Winter Escapes on the Central Coast

Fri, 28 Jan 2011 10:53:54 GMT

Thursday, January 27th, 2011.

I'm taking viewers to one of my favorite spots in the world tonight on No Place Like Home. For as long as I can remember, when I wanted to catch a sunset and have a bite to eat or cocktails outside, I'd head to Marísol at the Cliffs Resort in Shell Beach.   It offers an amazing view of the sun falling over the pacific.    For years after I moved to Des Moines, and then Minneapolis, when I came home to the Central Coast the first stop I'd make was the Patio at Marísol.   It was such a lovely welcome home, especially when I had just left winter in the Mid-West.

On September 11th, 2001, I happened to be home when the Twin Towers fell. I was stuck on the central coast. Not a bad place to be, but we all remember how we felt during that time.   After a couple of days of watching all the coverage, well, it was depressing.   I called a few friends and we decided to head to the Cliffs to get some fresh air.   As much as life as we knew it had changed, we realized as we were sitting there on the Pacific that there was still beauty to take in.    We ended up staying for a few hours and getting some rooms for a mini-vacation from the depressing state of affairs.

Ever since that week, I have usually spent the first night of my trips home at the Cliffs. The beauty of the views clears any chaos I may have going in my life, or just in my head. Now that I'm living just down the road, I don't book rooms anymore, but I love stopping by for lunch, or happy hour and living the life of luxury right in my own backyard.

There are so many spots like that on the central coast.   Resorts and Hotels with incredible views and plenty of pampering should you need a little.   And most every one offers great winter specials this time of year.    For instance, at the Cliffs, you can get a non-ocean view room for $99 a night right now.   If you're set on watching the sun set from your room rather than from the Patio at Marísol, you can pay for a regular room and just ask for a complimentary upgrade. If they have a nicer room available, it's yours at a fraction of the cost you'd normally pay during peak season.   For more info and more packages, click here. or call 800-342-4295.

You can walk along the cliffs along the same shoreline to another hotel with a great restaurant and spectacular views.   And it too has a great winter special. The Spyglass Inn offers a ocean-view room and dinner for two Sunday through Thursday for $99! They have great food and again, the view is worth the trip alone. You can get the details on this package and others by clicking here.

The Madonna Inn is world famous, but a lot of locals haven't paid a visit since the Spa opened.   You can get a deal there too with a room and 60-minute couples massage for $395 Sunday through Thursday.    That's not a bad deal for a hilltop themed suite and first class pampering at the spa. You can also enjoy pool time before or after your massage with a great view of the city and fancy cocktails that will having you feel like your on vacation even if you just live down the road.   For more info, click here.

I could go on and on and on. But whether it's Pismo Beach, Cayucos, Moonstone Beach, Shell Beach, Morro Bay, Avila Beach, Santa Barbara or any other little stretch of central coast coastline, the deals are there to be had from now until mid-march. So pick a place, make a phone-call and tell them you need a little get-away, right in your own backyard. I bet the deal you get will offer more proof there's No Place Like Home.

Happiest Place on Earth

Thu, 27 Jan 2011 01:56:25 GMT

January 26th, 2011

Okay, listen up folks.   Oprah is my bud. She may not know it, but we are. We've grown up together over the last 20 years. I won't bore you with all the reasons I've felt my connection over the years. Millions of people feel a connection to Oprah for different reasons. Suffice to say, she's been a role model of mine for so many reasons for a long long time.   I adore the woman.   And now she's kind of a neighbor since she lives just down the road in Santa Barbara.   So I was fired up to watch her segment on San Luis Obispo today...the Happiest City in America.

I have no doubt if Oprah had been the one paying a visit, the segment would have been as awesome as SLO-town. But Lord knows, everyone wants that to happen, and she can't be everywhere.    So she sent Jenny McCarthy.   I hate to put any kind of damper on such exposure as we received today, but frankly, I'm a little disappointed in Jenny's summary of why There's No Place Like Home for those of us who live in and around San Luis Obispo.

There are so many picturesque spots around the city, and it seemed like she just parked by Mission Plaza, had the firefighters come down for a schtick with her, and then rolled some video on her way out of town without even stopping the car.    And frankly, I felt like Jenny was making more about Jenny than SLO-town.

But then again, I'm biased. I know what strawberry pie tastes like at the Madonna Inn.   Or what the view looks like from the top of Bishop Peak. And how fun it is to talk to old-timers around town and college students who come here and wonder how they will ever leave.   I was kind of hungry for more of that.

Don't get me wrong. I'm thrilled Oprah gave us a shout out. And how fun to be dubbed the Happiest Place in the United States, however the message is delivered.   We do have so much to be proud of, and I have a hunch Oprah's kinda' proud of SLO-town. She's gotten a taste of life on the Central Coast, and knows, there's No Place Like home. Now I could just give her a buzz and remind her she is, afterall, Orpah.   Maybe I could convince her to just stay put in Santa Barbara, and let the crews she needs for her network come to her.   And if she ever wants to do a segment on the central coast again, I know a chick at the local NBC who could do it justice.   All she has to do is ask....

Jack LaLanne Lessons

Tue, 25 Jan 2011 07:48:36 GMT

Monday, January 24th, 2011

I feel kind of a like a slob today.   Or I did when I woke up. Okay, I still kind of do.   But I feel a little better after a 2-hour hike that had my my lungs, calves, and quads burning and my heart pounding so fast I thought it just might fail me.   I knew it wouldn't, though, because I was simply doing what's best for it.    I think I was in junior high when I first discovered how great a good workout could make you feel. But decades later, I still find myself going through phases where I don't make exercise enough of a priority in my life. I've been living in one of those phases the last year or so.

It wasn't going to happen today, though. I went to bed sad after learning about the death of the world-wide fitness phenom and Morro Bay local Jack LaLanne.   He was simply one of a kind.   There have been hundreds, likely thousands since him...preaching the benefits of getting your bod into shape, but only one Jack. He was the first, and the most impressive in my book.

Jack LaLanne may have been one of the first television celebrities to ever enter my consciousness.   Before Bugs Bunny even.   Because before I was old enough to be intrigued by television and wanting to watch cartoons or anything, I have vague memories of Jack LaLanne on the tube showing my mom how to get in shape.   I'd watch her on the floor doing everything he was doing, and it was an odd enough dynamic to a toddler, that it is one of my earliest memories.

I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. LaLanne a few times over the years. One of the most fun interactions happened at Cal Poly when I was first starting in the T.V. business.   I was an avid swimmer back then. I swam at Poly. I did triathalons, and working out was just part of my daily routine. I thought I was in fairly good shape, in the water, at least.   Until I watched Jack LaLanne do an hour straight of butterfly in the pool.    If you've never swam the butterfly stroke, you have no idea how impressive that it.   In my best shape, as a college swimmer, I could do about 4 laps of butterfly before losing my form.   He could go for ever.

I was thinking of that this morning as I skipped coffee and headed for the hills instead.    I was remembering the banter with Jack during a visit with him and Bob Hope when they were both on campus.   Mr. Hope was throwing out one-liners, one after another that had me laughing so hard my stomach felt like I had been doing sit-ups.   Mr. LaLanne was throwing out laws of living he was insisting I adopt and never abandon.   He had me feeling like I should be doing sit-ups instead of sitting around yucking it up with Bob.

I have thought of Jack LaLanne over the years, but never have quite adopted the discipline he tried so hard to instill in me.   But his death has had me re-evaluating things a bit today.   I think I've reached an age where I thought maybe I didn't need to strive to be in competition level shape.   Hell, I'm not even in good-living-shape.   And I felt embarrassed by that this morning.   Jack LaLanne was well into his 70's when I watched him swim an hour of butterfly.    I have no grand visions of doing an hour of butterfly at any age, but I don't think I could do a lap of it where I am right now.   He would be ashamed of me.

"You can never give up fitness" he told me back then.   I have to some degree.   I mean I still get out and walk, and hit a yoga class now and then.   But how often to I really push myself anymore?   Not often enough. And how I feel, is not as good as I can because of it.

So I got up this morning. I didn't stop at the kitchen for coffee.   I stopped at the top of a mountain.    I thanked Jack LaLanne for the no-holds-barred tongue lashing he gave me about living life to the fullest through exercise.    I apologized to myself and to him for not following through a bit better in recent years.   And I said a prayer of thanks for Jack LaLanne's elemental presence in this world. He was a force of nature. And I'm grateful I had the pleasure of crossing paths with him.

Even in death, he's helping many of us live healthier, and consequently happier lives.    Cheers to you Jack LaLanne.

Option Paralysis

Thu, 27 Jan 2011 07:20:24 GMT

Thursday, January 20th, 2011

90 Degrees.   That's likely the temperature difference my pals from Minnesota will feel from the time they leave their cars to head to the airport tomorrow morning to the time they step off the plane in San Luis Obispo tomorrow.   Dave Hovde predicts -20 actual temperature in Minneapolis at 6am when they'll be walking into the airport.   When their plane lands in SLO tomorrow at noon, it should be around 73.

I have been looking forward to my friends' visit for along time now. I took a couple of days off so I could play the Hostest with the Mostest. Ah, but there lies the rub.   When I started trying to come up with a three-day agenda of fun, I found myself with a case of "Option Paralysis."

I mean Hearst Castle is a must for many out-of towners, so if you're that close, you might as well show them the elephant seals. But it's tough to beat sunset and dinner at Moonstone Beach. But Cayucos has that highway-one beach charm.    Then again, if we head back through Cayucus, you miss the views and vines to be sampled along highway 46 west. And certainly they'll want to do northern San Luis Obispo county wine country.   And what about the rocket launch?

Oh, and it's Thursday, so I should take them to Farmers Market in downtown SLO. Maybe we could do sunset at the Cliffs in Shell Beach, then head downtown.    We can kayak on Friday morning, maybe do a couple of hours at the dunes. The butterflies are in full force in Pismo right now...but we have dinner reservations at the Madonna Inn, and that would hardly give us time to shower shampoo and shine.   They did want some easy beach time, so maybe Avila on Saturday. But while we're there I should take them on the trolley ride up to the lighthouse.   That hardly gives us time for Santa Barbara, or any kind of whale watching excursion.

It's branding season so it would be great to stop by one my dad's working at this weekend...maybe show them what authentic Santa Maria Style barbecue tastes like. I'd love to get them out to Parkfield, have their picture taken along the San Andreas.....

But where do we fit the missions, the Edna Valley wine country, and they gotta have breakfast at Zorros!

You get the idea. Even if you're just doing a hot lap through the hot spots of the central coast, there's more than you can do in three days.   But when your friends are coming from the frozen tundra of Minnesota in mid-January, the truth is, I guess you really can't go wrong. Because even if we just sit and cool our jets next to the Pacific for three days, they'll find all kinds of proof, there's no place like home.

Room to Breathe

Fri, 14 Jan 2011 08:53:41 GMT

Thursday, January 13th, 2011.

I was losing it. Not really, but it sure felt like it.   It was Tuesday, and I had more on my plate than I had time or patience to accomplish.   My new year's resolutions to work out and relax more where falling through the cracks of my reality.   I won't bore you with details, but trying to sell a house long-distance, get the one I recently moved into settled and catch up at work after some holiday time off had gotten the best of me.   For too many days in a row, my mornings began with calls from a time zone two hours ahead of me.    They needed this paperwork, or that notarized, or information I simply didn't have.   I was behind again before even having coffee.

Then my boss called. "What's this week's No Place Like Home? We need to promo it." Uh....uh...well, we need some pick up shots on the one we started last week. I want to save the other one to the week before the event.    Uh, I don't know. "Well Kelly's available, maybe you guys can shoot something before you come in." There goes yoga class.

I talked to Kelly and we agreed on a location to meet in an hour.   I told him I had to at least go take a quick walk before I jumped in the shower.   So out the door I went.   By the time I hit the water, my blood pressure began to drop.   When I watched the silly sea lions bellied up on a small rock while the easy waves rolled by them, my heart was smiling.   I ran home, grabbed my cell phone and called Kelly. "Change of plans" I told him. "Meet me at the beach."

You can see what we ended up doing for this week's segment by clicking here.   I don't know if my boss is thrilled with it or not, but he seemed fine with how we filled the void.   And I was reminded of the importance of stopping.   Breathing. And figuring out there may be easier ways to get what you need to done.   It worked for me this week.

And in the process I found a whole bunch of reason to be grateful. I was afraid that resolution was going to come to an end as well.   But it didnt' take but a few minutes to find a whole list of reasons to be thankful.    I hope you're finding your own reasons too. Thanks to those of you who have shared that you're on this journey with me this year!

Tuesday, January 11th, 2011: The sound the water makes when it slaps up on shore over the pebbles, seashell and sea-glass on shore.
                                              The sound it makes when it retreats.
                                              Those silly sea lions who seem to be able to find a comfortable spot to soak up sunshine just about anywhere.
                                              The wonder of children as they wander the tide pools at low tide.
                                              Sitting on waters edge and it being the absolutely perfect temperature. Not too hot. Not too cold. Perfect.
                                              The feeling of sun on my face. (Even if it's not good for me. I do wear sunscreen.
                                              My neighbors adorable dog, Dolly.
                                              The sound of the coyotes yipping away in the hills as I walked out of the newsroom when the day was done.
Wednesday, January 12th, 2011:   The sound of Bullfrogs as I drive by the creek on the way home.
Thursday, January 13th, 2011: Getting to the bank, fed-ex, and to work in time.

Let me count the ways

Tue, 11 Jan 2011 01:48:32 GMT

Monday, January 10th, 2010

Damn I'm tired of goodbyes. I feel like I've had to say too many in the last year or so. They come in all forms. Some come from leaving jobs, leaving cities, leaving relationships. Some are your choice, and some are not. It's the ones that aren't that we seem to struggle with. And the ones that you know are forever are toughest yet.

Some of you have read about the struggles of my dear friends, the Magnussens. I learned about Pete's cancer exactly 18 months ago.   A bunch of us were gathering of a reunion of KSBY alumni in Shell Beach.   Pete and Missy expressed disappointment they weren't going to be able to make it, and we were certainly disappointed to hear why.   He was having surgery the very weekend we were gathering.   This coming weekend a lot of old friends will gather again. This time to say so long to Pete.   He died last Thursday,

I'm heartbroken over the loss, but more so for the incredible family he leaves behind.   He was more than most, and consequently leaves a void that will be felt deeply by all who knew and loved him. I send my condolences and love to Missy, Chelsea, Jeff and Trevor. And to all those who were lucky enough to know Pete. I also feel incredibly grateful to watch how this wonderful family exemplified such grace.   In life and death. And the strength Pete and Missy found in each other, showed me what those vows "in sickness and in health" mean.

I suppose goodbyes are the price of living a life where you are blessed enough to share a part of your heart with others. Sometimes you have to say goodbye. It doesn't make it easy.   But it's worth the pain to know the connection to people like Petie and all the rest I've had to say so-long to.

And I know Petie would support my continued counting of blessings even in sadness today. Because it's what he and Missy did in every Caring Bridge post during their year-and-a-half battle. So here is what jumped out at me the last few days.

Friday, January 7th, 2011:   Days off.   Getting together with old college friends and laughing so hard my stomach was sore the next day.
Saturday, January 8th, 2011.   Sunshine on the water.   Getting a competent cable guy to figure out what was wrong with my service.
Sunday, January 9th, 2011. Having a neighbor dog who likes to come hang out with me. Dolly makes outdoor chores seem less laborious with her cheerful shadowing presence.
Monday, January 10th, 2011: Palm trees.   I realize as I'm driving to work or anywhere if I'm feeling a little stressed, noticing the palm trees everywhere just makes me smile. They just seem happy no matter what.

New Year Attitude

Fri, 07 Jan 2011 07:33:47 GMT

Thursday, January 6th, 2011.

Happy New Year friends!   I have a really strong feeling it's going to be a good one.   I mean it. I can FEEL it in my bones. Or my gut.   And my gut is usually right on.   So get ready.

So far, so good.   Things seem to be looking up in my world and I hope the same is true for you.   This time of year is extra special to me this time around, and likely will be from here on out.   It's because it coincides with my move back home, and my start at KSBY (this time around.)   My one-year anniversary at KSBY was January 4th.    I don't know about you, but 2010 was kind of a tough transition year for me.   I wasn't sorry to see it go. I am however, fired up to have a fresh start, a year under my belt, and a feeling of being settled back here at home.

The last year may have been a bit tough, but I am grateful for the lessons it taught me.   And I'm more grateful every day to be living where I am, how I am, and with whom I am.   You are some of those people.   I thank you for taking the time to stop by and read my blogs. I thank you for the comments you leave and e-mails you send me. I thank you for supporting me during my struggles and helping me celebrate my successes.

I am choosing to focus on the many blessings in my life in 2011 and I'm confident more are on the way.    So one of the things I want to do this year, is remind myself of at least one thing I have to be thankful for every day.   I'll do my best to share them with you, but already I'm a few days behind.

I found a lot of reasons to be grateful on a trip to Santa Barbara yesterday.   Photographer Kelly Teel and I shot a few stories there and ended the day at Stearn's Wharf.   You can see what I mean by checking out my story.   Just click here.

And while we're at it, let me fill you in on just a handful of the blessings I'm offering up my thanks for so far in the new year:

January 1st:   I kept a 20-year streak of doing New Year's Day plunges alive by jumping into the Pacific at Pismo Beach.
January 2nd: Being able to watch Sunday football in my cozy little home with Mom and Dad.
January 3rd: Returning to work at KSBY and being greeting with hugs from co-workers. How many co-workers greet each other with hugs.
January 4th:   That I have had the pleasure of having friends like Pete Magnussen and his family. Hearing his wife explain it's time to offer up good-byes to Pete in his hospice care broke my heart.   Yet I am incredibly grateful to know people who have learned to deal with illness and death as a part of life like they have.   I love you all and thank God our paths crossed some 20 years ago or so.
January 5th: Sitting on a bench on Stearn's Wharf in Santa Barbara at Sunset in just a long sleeved shirt being totally comfortable. Listening to the seagulls, watching the sparkles on the water, and the palm trees and mountains on shore and feeling so incredibly lucky to be there in that moment.
January 6th: Hot coffee on my way to work this morning in the car and the view as I drove along the coastline of 101 toward town. The view as I came over the hill in town.

So there you go.   Lots of reasons to believe 2011 is going to be good, huh?    I put the challenge out to any of you who want to get on the good-energy bandwagon with me this year.   Start your list and keep it up.   By New Year's Eve we should all have plenty of proof 2011 was, indeed, a very good year.

Cheers Partners!

No Place Like Home for the Holidays

Thu, 23 Dec 2010 02:48:51 GMT

December 23rd, 2010

Boy did it sneak up on me this year. And yet, I'm not too freaked out about the arrival of Christmas this year. That's because I don't have to travel to get home for the holidays for the first time since high-school.   I just have to get my house clean to host a little Christmas Eve gathering and then make the half-hour drive to Mom and Dad's in Paso Robles for Christmas day.

And because the economy has hit every member of my family in the past year, we've decided to forego buying each other Christmas gifts this time around. We'll be focusing on the fact we can all be together for the holidays. I struggle with that a bit because I love finding the perfect Christmas present for people, but it has taken the pressure off.   I actually got a few Christmas cards in the mail this year. And I'll write a few more as I'm lounging around this weekend. They'll get there late, but at least people will know I was thinking about them during the holidays. And I have been.

The move home has had me taking stock of my life, the journeys I've taken, and the people I've met along the way.    I am so grateful to be able to reconnect with old pals here on the central coast I had lost touch with over the years of being away. I don't want to lose touch with many of the people I met during my travels.   Chances are I won't be moving back to Iowa or Minnesota, so I don't want to take for granted the fact we'll always stay close.   You have to work at keeping friendships up, especially long distance.

I see now more than ever, though, the value of doing so.   Friendships from my college days have been able to pick up right where they left off because we didn't lose touch over the last 15 years. We may not have talked as much as we are these days, but we made the effort to send birthday greetings, or holiday cards, or make a phone call to say hi.

I realize that these little gestures may not bridge the gap of distance totally. We've missed a lot of the daily occurrences in each others lives, but our efforts to stay in touch indicated our friendships meant enough to do so. That makes catching up after all these years, pretty easy.

So enjoy these next few days with family and friends.   And if there's a lull in the activity, maybe drop a note in the mail to someone who isn't there.   Or make a phone call. It means more than you realize.

Happy Holidays my friends.   I hope yours are filled with laughs, peace and relaxation.

Stranded in Paradise

Wed, 15 Dec 2010 12:27:21 GMT

Monday, December 13th, 2010

I felt my worlds converge this past weekend again. And felt mighty blessed again.

I received an e-mail last week from two friends from Minneapolis. They own a sort of fish shack, there.   Not only do they serve up some of the best fish anywhere, but their location offers something I had missed dearly missed during my time in the mid-west: a view of the sunset over water.

My house was across the lake from them, and I'd walk my dog around that lake every day. Sometimes twice a day.   When I didn't know another soul in the Twin Cities, Chef , Athena, Jimmy and the rest of the bunch at the Tin Fish offered up friendly faces and treats for Madelyn. I quickly became a regular and found I felt closer to home when I was sitting on lake Calhoun, watching the sun go down and eating fish tacos in an adirondack chair.   It wasn't the pacific, but it was darned nice.

So I was thrilled to hear from them last week and their arrival in California. They had business to do down south but wanted to make a stop on the central coast and at least say hi if we could swing it.   We did.   We enjoyed a nice sunset and pizza at my place before they headed back to their hotel for their journey to San Diego the next day.   As they said so long, they kept saying how blown away they were by the beauty of this little stretch of California I call home. We hugged goodbye and I told them the futon was always available to them and to come back anytime. They assured me they would.   Who knew it would be so quickly.

That big ugly blizzard that took the Metrodome down in Minneapolis also left them stranded until Tuesday in San Diego. They called me Saturday saying if the offer still stood, they'd rather be stuck on the Central Coast than anywhere else. So they hopped on a train, and enjoyed their flight delay exploring some of the things that I think make this area so special.   A dear friend offered up her patio on Sunday for a gathering, so I invited a few old friends, some neighbors I just met, some people I've grown close to since moving back home, and I brought Chef and Athena.

It was a beautiful day in so many ways. There were people from so many phases of my life sharing stories, listening to James Taylor singing Christmas Carols, and singing our own versions by the bonfire later in the evening.

As everyone took in an amazing sunset, I realized again how there's no place like home.   But I was mighty grateful I explored that yellow brick road and met the wonderful people I did along the way.   And to have the people who exposed me to the beauty of their hometown enjoying the beauty of mine, the people who introduced me to their old friends sharing laughs with mines, well it was all pretty special.

Sometimes weather delays ain't always so bad.

Holiday Visitors

Thu, 09 Dec 2010 01:49:44 GMT

Thursday, December 9th, 2010

It's getting to be that time of year when many of us are getting ready for some holiday visitors.   It's often what makes the holidays special. It can also be what makes the holidays stressful.

Well whatever the case, you're sure to add some excitement to the mix and merriment to the holiday season by taking your visitors to Piedras Blancas to spend some time with some other holiday guests.   The Elephant Seals are arriving for the winter. The big male bulls are returning and they're always entertaining.   Plus, there's a chance you may get to witness one of the first births of the season.

This spectacular gathering is the focus of this week's No Place Like Home.   And for more information on where they are, their history and how to get there, click here.

These blubbery beach bums are sure to relieve a little of the holiday stress that may or may not arrive with your other holiday visitors.   So get in the car, go say howdy and remember that most of the stuff we let get to us, really isn't worth it in the long-run.   Let the merriment begin and enjoy!

Days to Remember

Fri, 03 Dec 2010 08:48:56 GMT

Thursday, December 2nd, 2010

There's a Billy Joel song that talks about these being the days to remember. There are all kinds of songs with the same kind of message.  Well, it's true. I know because I had one yesterday.   I wasn't expecting it to be, but it was.   And I suppose there's a chance that if I wasn't paying attention, I wouldn't have noticed.   Thankfully I got the message loud and clear.

It was a long day.   I don't get off work until just before midnight.   Usually, I don't get to bed before 1:30am at the earliest.   And yesterday I had to be at the station by 7:15 to head out on a couple of shoots.   It was a quick turn and I started the day tired.

But I also started the day by taking a moment on my way to work to check out the sunrise over the water.   I thought "It's gotta be a good day ahead when you're sipping hot coffee, listening to the marine life wake up and watching the sun come up over the horizon."

I got to work and left on a little road trip with one of my old pal photographers.    We caught up on all kinds of things, and reminisced a bit about our early days at KSBY.    I thought "not a bad day when you can spend a few hours of work catching up with an old friend."

We arrived at our first location to another beautiful central coast view, the smell of sage in the air, and four cow-dogs clamoring for my attention as I got out of the news truck. I thought "Not a bad assignment when it includes doggie-kisses upon arrival."

Our interview was with one of the most interesting people I have ever known.   His stories captured my attention and amazement.   I thought "What a great circle of people I have come to know over the years."

Our next assignment found me on horseback, riding through a beautiful grassy meadow surrounded by mountains spotted with beautiful fall shadows and a backdrop of clear blue skies.   I thought "The smell of a horse, the sounds of the cattle and the sight before me sure makes an amazing combination."

The afternoon included kids, cowboys, and even a quick visit with Mom and Dad who stopped by to say hi.   It also included a constantly changing panoramic view as the sun slid over the mountains to our west.   I felt like I was in Colorado and I thought "Isn't it amazing I'm only an hour and a half away from home."

I had hoped to make it back for sunset, but it had already splashed into the pacific by the time I got there. I was dusty, cold and tired, but decided to stop at the very spot where I had my morning coffee.   The sun had already moved on, but it left behind a glow that made for a beautiful silhouette of the trees, cliffs and coastal terrain.    I took a deep breath of the sea air, wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and plopped down on a bench to take it all in.     As I did, a shadow on the bench a hundred yards or so to my left started strumming a song on his guitar and sang a song about coming home.   I thought "This is too good to be true".

But it wasn't. It was just another day that happened to be one of those I'll always remember.     I went home, showered, and went to bed with a grateful, happy heart.

If you want to ensure you'll have a day you won't soon forget, take a drive down to Pismo Beach in the coming days. The monarchs are back. At last count this week there were 16-thousand of them.    If you want to see what I'm talking about, it's the subject of tonight's editon of "No Place Like Home".    And if you want more information, click here.      Enjoy, and don't forget these days to remember!

My Generation Baby

Fri, 19 Nov 2010 08:51:34 GMT

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

My head is swimming.   I have spent much of this week locked in an edit bay going over 2 hours of tape with photographer Kelly Teel. KSBY staged a sort of town hall meeting a couple of weeks ago with people from three generations (Millennials, Gen-X'ers and Baby Boomers) and talked about everything from the economy, technology, social issues and the future.   I've been listening to the debate and discussion all week, but it's been interesting. And I have new hope for all of our futures.   If you'd like to see the finished results of my "My Generation" series, click here.

It was a nice escape to write tonight's No Place Like Home piece.   I took a return trip out the Point San Luis Lighthouse.   I was there 15 or so years ago to do a story on how it was in such a state of disrepair and how efforts were underway to restore The Central Coast's Victorian Lady. It was grand fun to see the results of those efforts.    If you haven't been to the lighthouse, you should pay a visit. It sits on 31 amazing acres of coastline just above Port San Luis and has such a history.   You can take a Trolley ride to see it the 1st and 3rd Saturdays of the month. They are also looking for docents. It's not a bad place to spend a few hours of your time for a good cause. For more information on volunteering, the lighthouse, or the trolley rides, click here.

Now I'm going to go try to get this "The Who" song out of my head.   "People try to put us down...my generation baby....."

My Generation

Fri, 19 Nov 2010 08:49:54 GMT

Treasures from the Sea

Fri, 12 Nov 2010 06:19:15 GMT

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

I remember the thrill.   I'm talking about years ago when my dad would go diving off the central coast and bring back a haul of abalone. I wasn't really interested in the meat my mom eagerly awaited to go pound and fry up, but the pretty shells I'd get to take to Show and Tell at school.

My dad loved diving and we all loved eating abalone. It was plentiful and a great escape for my dad. Sometimes he'd head down after work, and in an hour or two be able to bring home dinner.

Sadly, those days are gone. I know my dad still longs to hit the water. Every time he comes to visit me in Shell Beach on a calm day, he looks at the water and says "It's a perfect day for diving."   But he's given up the hobby, and the reality is, there aren't any abalone off our coast anymore. Or not enough of them to support the harvesting of them by commercial or recreational divers anymore.

But there are abalone along the coast of Cayucos. Millions of them. They're just not off the shore, but on it.   The Cayucos Abalone Farm
produces about a million abalone a year and has been around for more than 40 years.   It used to ship most of it's crop to Asia, but with the increased exposure to this culinary gem, about 20-to30 percent stays in the U.S. now.

We paid a visit to the farm in this week's No Place LIke Home.   Check it out and learn a lot about this little creature and how it may be making a comeback to the central coast.

It was still a thrill to see these little creatures. And I still loved being able to take a shell or two home, but I've learned to appreciate what comes inside as well as the beauty of their protective shells.   And it brought back some great memories of home.

Shed and be free

Wed, 10 Nov 2010 05:32:07 GMT

Tuesday, November 9th, 2010

So I've made the move.   I got a couch, a little kitchen table and a bed. The rest I'll take my time on.   If you haven't been keeping up with my moving antics, I rented a little house and have hauled my stuff from Minneapolis to make my move home to California official.   It's been kind of a painful process. Not just emotionally, but physically.   The logistics alone have led to some sleepless nights.   Well I'm in. The worst is over.

I've now entered the "shedding phase".   I knew I had more stuff than I had room, so I ditched a lot in Minneapolis before the moving truck ever arrived. But even as I watched the crews unload, I knew I had not done a sufficient job.   It made my first few days and nights in the new pad kind of complicated.   I was trying to find a path through the boxes to the bathroom, trying to find a box that contained some shoes I could wear to work, and trying to find some place that wasn't crowded to get organized.

It was a week of that, but thankfully I held firm to my promise to stay in all weekend and get the upper hand on moving IN.   I emptied boxes, sorted, stored and agonized about what to keep and what to toss.    But after a day of doing that, I saw a little space opening up and it felt good.   By Saturday night, I was beat.   I took a hot shower, had cheese and crackers for dinner and poured a nice glass of Eberle Cabernet. I plopped down on my new little couch and, for the first time, I felt a little relaxed at the new place.

I pulled out a book I had unpacked from a box of other unread gems, and I couldn't have re-discovered it at a more appropriate time.
It was Julie Morgenstern's When Organizing Isn't Enough: Shed Your Stuff, Change Your Life.    Boy did it hit home.   I have, over the years, acquired too much stuff. I think there was a point in my life where I was so excited about making some real money, I couldn't believe I had the means to get what I wanted, so I wanted a lot.

I made a decision about a year ago, to downsize my life: my career, my salary, and the city in which I lived.   Now it was time to downsize my "stuff".
I no longer have the storage space a bigger house offers, and I think that's a good thing for me, right now.   I was feeling pretty proud of the progress I made on Saturday. But after reading Julie's book Saturday night, and over coffee on Sunday, there was a new focus to my mission .   Her point is that we weigh our LIVES down with the stuff we surround ourselves with. And when you clear the space in your environment, you clear the space in your life for new possibilities.

I had to come to work yesterday, so there's been kind of a pause in the process, but I have to say...I'm buying into her message. It's not exactly easy to part with things you love, or loved at one time.   But if they don't fit the new direction you want to go, they need to go.   I already feel lighter in spirit from sorting and shedding.     I encourage you all to join me in this process.    We've all lived through a rough couple of years in our economy and could all use a little fresh energy in our worlds.    Let's let go of what is no longer of use to us, free up some space (and time) and perhaps help someone else in the process.   I'll keep you posted on how things go for me.   If you jump on board, fill me in on your progress too!

Say Say Say

Thu, 04 Nov 2010 05:36:53 GMT

Thursday, November 4th, 2010

You likely know the song.   Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney made it famous in the 80's.   You may or may not remember the video. Well it was shot in Los Alamos. If you check it out, you'll see a central coast landmark plays a major role.   Sir McCartney and The King of Pop acted out their roles at the old Union Hotel.

I visited the hotel years ago when I was doing a series here at KSBY called "In Touch for 40 Years".    I revisited the great old place for this week's "No Place Like Home".    It's really not changed all that much.   But that hasn't come without some effort.   In my story tonight, you'll see how it was need of some TLC, and fortunately, the new owners were willing to spend the last year or so giving it just that.

I'm kind of in aftershock between moving, elections, and the arrival of November ratings at KSBY.   I think I'll be laying low this weekend. But should you feel like getting out and about, as always, you can find some ideas for your social calendar, at my Events Calendar.     Whatever you chose to do, don't forget to set your clocks back an hour before you head to bed Saturday night. It's Daylight Saving Time!

Have a good one!

Cheating Death

Wed, 03 Nov 2010 12:34:51 GMT

Monday, November 1st, 2010.

Not too long after I moved back to California, and the beautiful Central Coast, some friends from Minneapolis came to pay a visit.   It was raining that weekend. I was feeling badly that though they were escaping the snow and ice of late winter there, they weren't getting to soak up the sunshine I had been in the weeks prior. It didn't seem to matter to them. The hills were green, the temperatures mild, and the seafood fresh.   They enjoyed strolling down the beach to see the winter surf. We watched the Vikings win on T.V. and still held out hope they'd be Superbowl champs. Instead of chili, cornbread and beer, we enjoyed steamed clams, sourdough and local wines.

By the end of the weekend, one of them said to me "You cheated death JT".   "What?" I asked a bit confused.   "You cheated death."   His explanation made me smile. He said "You know how people say they died and went to heaven? Well you cheated death. You just went straight to heaven." He was talking about life on the central coast.   It made me feel mighty proud about the choice I had made to choose lifestyle over career and come home to this beautiful spot.

I thought of that phrase this past weekend. It really was a little slice of heaven here. I was even in the final phase of my move, closing up shop at the furnished rental I've called home for the last 10 months.   I have had about enough of moving and wasn't really too happy to be devoting yet another weekend to it. But when I made a run from the old place to the new one, and saw the sun sparkling on water, I just smiled.   It was Halloween weekend, it was warm and beautiful, and it all felt familiar to me.

When I took a lunch break and sat on a neighbors patio, we counted whales, and dolphins, and laughed as a seagull hassled an otter eating lunch.
The pelicans were bathing themselves below us, and crowds of summer were gone.   It was quiet, and peaceful, and perfect.   I went to drop my keys off at the old place this morning, and sat with my now former neighbor again for coffee. We watched the same cast of characters put on another show with the sun sparkling on the water.   I said a little prayer of gratitude. "Thank you God. I know I've questioned the way things have played out a lot in the last year. But thank you for landing me right here in this perfect moment."

There's a line in the movie "Field of Dreams" where Ray Liotta steps onto a baseball field after emerging out of a cornfield and asks "Is this Heaven?"
Kevin Costner kind of chuckles and says "No, it's Iowa."   I imagine anyone seeing what I have been the past few days would be thinking the same thing. It may not be heaven. It's not Iowa. It's home. And I'm feeling darned lucky to be here.

Happy Halloween

Sat, 30 Oct 2010 01:36:17 GMT

Friday, October 29th.

I love Halloween. I loved it as a kid, and I love it as an adult.

I can still remember the excitement as a kid as you planned your costume, and the feeling of getting all ready as the sun started to set, and I got so eager to get out and get to the trick-or-treating. "Hurry up Mom" I'd whine as she fastened on the black wig for my Cher costume one year.   I really looked more like a Vegas witch than Cher in hindsight, but that was beside the point really.   Kids don't care to much about the finished product of the costume as they do the ritual.

As I got older I remember the weeks leading up to Halloween and heading out to the backyard to check out my dad's pumpkin crop.   He grew some beauties, and it was a fun watching them grow, as watching the thrill of charity groups and businesses he gave them to in the days just before Halloween.

And I will always remember the effort my dad and brother and friends went to to deck the house out for trick-or-treaters. They got so creative in their scary antics, one year the police came by to make sure there wasn't any real blood and gore going on.

I've loved the costume balls as an adult, and as a reporter covering the little ones venturing out in the chill of fall in the midwest. The colors of fall, and the crackle of the fallen leaves in neighborhoods made it all the more magnificent.

I'll be laying low this Halloween as I'm completing my move. But I am thrilled it falls on a Sunday. I won't be working the night shift and can sit back and enjoy the little ghosts and goblins as they come to the door with wide eyes and adorable costumes.   It's sure to bring back even more happy memories.

Have a good one my friends!

Killer Adventure

Fri, 29 Oct 2010 01:42:35 GMT

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

I am thrilled with most of my adventures as I report on reasons there's "No Place Like Home" on KSBY. But I was particularly thrilled with the last adventure Photographer Kelly Teel and I took.   We boarded the Condor Express in Santa Barbara for a little whale-watching adventure. We got a big one.

Not only did we see whales, but we saw Killer Whales. We were headed out to check out the Blue Whales and Humpbacks when our Captain Mat Curto (yes, he spells his name with one "T") got a tip from a friend that the Orcas were hanging out a few miles off shore.   Since the Killer Whales aren't always in our area, Capt. Mat wasted no time heading toward them.   His info and his instincts were right on.   We spent the whole afternoon following these amazing creatures.    And we were entertained by dolphins, sea-lions, pelicans and a few jelly-fish.   It was a spectacular day and I highly recommend booking a trip if you haven't yet.

If you want to see the story we did, click here, and though I have included a few pictures I took here, if you want to see some real photography by Robert Perry, click here. He took some fantastic shots and thankfully we can all see them.   In a few you can see Kelly and I watching the whales and dolphins put on their shows.   It was a red-letter day and it's all right in our own backyard!   No Place Like Home, baby. No Place Like Home.

For other ideas of great things to do this weekend, check out my Events Calendar.   And Happy Halloween!

Cheers.
JT

Another Door Opens

Tue, 26 Oct 2010 06:36:50 GMT

Tuesday October 26th, 2010

We're back to that saying.   When one door closes, another one opens. As I told you about last week, I closed one door in Minneapolis
two weeks ago.   I opened another this past weekend.   I got the keys to my new rental and began the process of trying to make it feel like home.
This move has been a long transition and I suppose I'm partially to blame for dragging it out. (With help from the crappy real-estate market.)   Anyway, I'm in. Well my stuff is in.   I have a little organizing to do, and cleaning out and clearing out.

I did a lot before the van ever left Minneapolis, and was kind of mortified to see how many boxes still managed to make it to the new place. But as I started unpacking over the weekend, I'm glad I held on to some things.   Even if I didn't need them.   I never was one to understand the fascination with fancy China, as in plates, cups, etc.   I always hated the idea of feeling bad if I broke a piece.   And it always seemed like a lot of money to spend on dinnerware.    But as I unpacked my kitchen things this past weekend, I started to get it.

I don't have expensive kitchenware.   But I remember the thrill of getting a matching set of "fancy" dishes for a home I owned in Des Moines. I still have them. As I unpacked them this past weekend, I was reminded of the meals served on them. I recalled the laughter around the table when friends gathered for meals..   They were causal, and usually more potluck style than a feast I whipped up on my own, but when we served it all up on my fancy red dishes, the meal seemed so much more. I can see why families put so much value in things like china and silver settings now.

I almost unloaded a while leather chair I've had for years for a few bucks at a garage sale.   I knew it really wouldn't fit the decor of my new place. But something made me take a pass and load it onto the moving van.    Well I loved seeing the movers bring that into my beachy little rental, even it it does take up a bit too much space.. But that chair is familiar to me. And again, it comes with memories. I feel comfortable sitting in that chair, and it has nothing to so with how it's built or it's ergonomics.

I'm finding there's a delicate balance between the benefits of "out with the old and in with the new" and not throwing away connections to your past in the process.   I don't have any family heirlooms, but I have my own. And some of it is staying until all the "new" that surrounds me starts to feel more like mine.    It's helping me feel less unnerved as I walk through the door I just opened.

It's not just the kitchen ware, the bath mats, and wall decor I picked up along the way to make it feel more like my place. Or the clothes I brought with me on the plane from Minneapolis.   It's the routine I established there. The neighbors I got to know. And the friends I discovered.   I'm only moving a few streets away, so it won't be nearly as traumatic as the move from Minneapolis.   And since they were at my new rental helping me unpack the boxes the moving van delivered last week, I"m feeling confident there won't be many goodbyes in this move.    Just one more door to close and one less key on my key ring.

I'm ready to be done with this transition. But the friends and memories I made along the way are coming with me.

Thinking Pink

Fri, 22 Oct 2010 12:45:53 GMT

Thursday, October 21st, 2010

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. That is the name of a poem I wrote, and my friend Allen Schauffler read at my friend Susann Figge's funeral.   It wasn't supposed to be that way.   We were all up and comers in our early television careers.   We had all just made moves to bigger markets, and the first gathering of the old gang was at Susann's funeral.    It should have been a wedding or baby shower.   But it was a funeral.

I shared my story of Susann on tonight's No Place Like Home. Susann was my best friend and was diagnosed with breast cancer at 32. She died when she was 34.   I hadn't known anyone with the disease before Susann. Unfortunately I now know too many, and Susann isn't the only one I've lost to the disease.

It's why it warms my heart to see so many jumping on the pink bandwagon every October.   I hate that most people are initiated by having someone they know and love, or themselves diagnosed with breast cancer.   But I love that there are so many stories of survival to share these days, and new advances toward a cure being made every day.    This year I dedicate my October to Richard Gearhart's wife Desaree. She's the latest diagnosis in my world.

If you haven't been touched by the disease, I'm thrilled.   Please celebrate by doing a self-exam, getting a mammogram, or making sure someone you love does.   And you can help find a cure by taking part in a few fun events coming up.    The Pismo Beach Athletic Club is hosting a couple of events worth checking out.   This Saturday, October 23rd, there is a 2 hour Cycle Extravaganza from 8:10-10:10 a.m.   It's open to non-members, you just have to pay a daily pass fee.    And the Following Friday, October 29th, get your groove on for the Susan G.Komen Foundation at at Dance Party.    Burning calories never felt so good.   It's from 5:30 to 6:45p.m.   Non members are welcome, but they are asking for at least a $5.00 donation to the Komen Foundation.

If you're closer to San Luis Obispo, shake your groove thang at Kennedy Cub Fitness on Tank Farm Road.   It's the Party in Pink Zumba-thon. Zumba is a latin cadiio dance party that starts Friday October 29th at 6:00-7:30p.m.    A wine-tasting will follow.   Tickets are $15 and go toward
the Susan G. Komen Foundation.

So celebrate someone you love, and have some fun for a great cause.   If you're busy next Friday, maybe consider making a donation directly to the the Komen FoundationBecause unfortunately we all know someone fighting the disease, and I just can't believe it's supposed to be that way.

When One Door Closes

Thu, 21 Oct 2010 06:35:44 GMT

Monday, October 18th, 2010

That's how the saying goes, right? When one door closes, another one opens? What is missing from that little pick-you-up cliche' is how there may be a lag time between those two events.   And some discomfort.

I am not putting down the words of wisdom. Because I do believe they are true.   But they don't necessary make everything alright even if they may eventually prove true.

I just got done closing a door. Literally.   10 months after packing 7 suitcases and "moving" to California, I finally really did the deed.    I had left my house in Minneapolis furnished in the hopes it would help it sell. And because I was in a relationship we had hoped would endure the distance.   Well my hopes were dashed on both fronts. The house still sits with a "for sale" sign on it, and the relationship endured only 7 months of that many miles. So, I decided it was time to move what was left of me in Minneapolis to the place I once again call home.

I flew home...ehr...back to Minneapolis (see, it still gets a bit confusing for me where I am really living.) to box of what was left of my life there and ship it out west.    It was so weird to walk into my house and see looking it virtually the way it did when I got on a plane at Christmas time last year.
I don't think it really set in then, that I was moving. It felt more like a holiday trip home to see the family.

Almost a year later, a lot has changed and it seemed time to settle into something more permanent here at home. Even if I can't take advantage of the great buyers market in real-estate right now on the Central Coast. I found an adorable little beach pad, and though it's much smaller than my place in Minnesota, I am so looking forward to nesting in the new digs.

That didn't take the melancholy out of closing the door for the last time in Minneapolis. I suppose I get too attached to bricks and mortar. But it was my home at a time in my life I really loved. It is where my silly dog followed me up and down the spiral staircase, even though she hated them. Where the neighbor girls would come running when I got home wanting to take Madelyn for a walk. It is where I spent Thanksgivings with friends, Christmas with my boyfriend and his kids, and Sundays watching football with chili on the stove.   There were back deck barbecues in summer, and countless afternoons by the fire in winter with girlfriends sharing every detail of stories that really don't matter anymore.   But those experiences do.   As do the mornings I woke up and checked the thermometer to see if it was safe to take a run around the lake or not, or the spring days you just couldn't spend inside because you had just survived another winter in Minnesota. I had great views, great neighbors and a great time living off Lake Calhoun.

I'm so happy to be home on the central coast, and though I knew it was time, closing that door wasn't easy.    But I take possession of my new beach pad today, and you know the saying....   I just cant wait to see what's behind the door that's about to open.

Grateful Heart

Wed, 13 Oct 2010 06:47:29 GMT

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

I am a lucky woman. My heart received an infusion of love this past weekend.   It started with a family gathering for my adorable mother's birthday on Friday.   It was a wonderful experience to, for the first time since I was 18 years old, be able to drive just up the road and share a family holiday after work.   (They were living in Santa Cruz when I was going to Cal Poly, and moved back to the Central Coast after I had moved to Des Moines.)   My heart was certainly smiling as my head hit the pillow at their house Friday night, and was there to have breakfast with them on Saturday morning. Happy Birthday Mom!

My next dose of love came at a wedding on Saturday.    Some of you who are my facebook friends know the story of my dear friends the Magnussons.   I used to work with Pete at KSBY years ago, got to know his wife and kids and often babysat with them. Pete has been fighting cancer for more than a year now and has been a champion.   But he was admitted to the hospital three days before his daughter was to get married in Creston. Pete and Missy live up north near Sacramento, their daughter on the central coast. Doctors didn't want him to make the trip, but he said he was leaving the hospital on Friday at noon come hell or high water.

A call for help from Missy led to a community of friends and strangers coming together, and a private plane to pick them up, deliver them to the festivities and take them both back home.   Pete was there to walk his daughter down the isle, hear his son make the most incredible speech to his big sister, witness the most touching wedding, and dance with his lovely daughter to Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable."   I was among the lucky ones who got to see it all.

I have been to a lot of weddings in my life, but this one was probably the most special. Not just because of the efforts to get Pete to the ceremony, but the meaning his daughter put into planning it.   It was their wedding. Not some wedding planners. Not her parents. But hers and her now husbands.   The stories were meaningful.   The setting simple.   The decorations thoughtful and hand-made.   And the love and commitment obvious.

I always used to look at Pete and Missy as one of a handful who had the kind of marriage and relationship I wanted.   I feel that even more so now.  It was clear from their children on Saturday, their example of love, commitment, and respect for each other has been passed down to their children.   And a family caught in the angst of a horrible disease, 9 surgeries, chemotherapy and unknown outcomes, was able to leave cancer at the door, and savor an incredible moment in time.   They hosted a celebration of love on so many levels, and all of us in attendance reaped the benefits.

Pioneering Weekend Fun

Fri, 08 Oct 2010 04:03:27 GMT

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

Fall is arriving on the Central Coast and I couldn't be happier.   I love this time of year. I was afraid after leaving the Midwest, I would fall into a bit of fall-envy since the transition of seasons tend to make a less dramatic mark here in California.   But it's all coming back to me...the feel of fall here at home.   The sun sits a little lower on the water and the sparkles on the Pacific mesmorize me.    Some of the trees are actually changing color, and there are workers out in fields up and down the coast harvesting the fruits of their summer labors.   I love the crisp chill of Autumn in the Midwest, but it sure ain't bad here either.   And we don't have to live with the dread of wind-chills and blizzard possibilities right around the corner.

There are, as usual, plenty of opportunities of things to do this weekend here on the central coast.   You can check out my Events Calendar for some options, and one I highly recommend is Pioneer Days.

It's in Paso Robles and it's a great celebration of Northern San Luis Obispo County History.   Learn more on KSBY at 6 tonight.

So Many Options

Thu, 23 Sep 2010 12:15:13 GMT

Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010.

Seriously. How's a girl to decide? It's Harvest time on the Central Coast and it seems everyone is having a harvest party over the next few weeks. It's a challenge to find a way to fit them all into your social schedule. And just as challenging to be able to take a pass on any of them.

Almost every winery has something going on to celebrate the fruits of their labors in the coming weeks. And you can always check out my Events Calendar to see some of the events I recommend.

One of those is Savor the Central Coast. It's a big one. The folks at Sunset Magazine have invested a ton of cash marketing this celebration of food and wine, as well as sprucing up the Santa Margarita Ranch where it will be held.

Sunset’s wine, food, travel, and garden editorial staff will be there as well as Central Coast farmers and celebrity chefs including California’s own—Chef Tyler Florence to learn how to grow, harvest, preserve, and prepare your next flawless feast. (I took that whole quote directly from their website.)

It's not cheap, $85.00 for the main event, or a two-day pass for $150, but you're sure to get some of the best food and wine available on the central coast. And since 80-percent of the people there will likely be coming from out of the area (can you hear local hotel and restaurant owners cheering?), you can gloat that all this is in your own backyard.

If you do go, take the time to stroll the Asistencia and grounds of Rancho Santa Margarita. It's holds a lot of California history, and thankfully is beautifully preserved.

So pull out the calendar and get to planning. You may want to pour a glass of Central Coast wine, because it's likely going to take awhile to make your picks.

Cheers!

Paddle To It

Fri, 17 Sep 2010 04:55:24 GMT

Thursday, September 16th, 2010

It's no secret I've been going through a growth spurt lately.   I have to be, because I'm feeling growing pains. Right?   Let's just say it's been a less than smooth few months in the life of JT. But that's the way life is.   And I'm enjoying the journey as much as I can along the way. In the process of sharing some of my struggles with a trusted friend, they reminded me of something we both learned a few weeks ago, that now has so much more meaning..

My birthday was August 20th.   I was fighting a case of the blues.   But as the song says, I got by with a little help from my friends. One of the adventures we took to jump-start me out of my funk was to take a kayaking cave tour through Shell Beach.   As our guide Justin was giving us our instructions on one of the roughest days of the summer, he made us repeat them over and over when he was finished.   "When you see a big wave coming toward you and your instinct is to panic, what do you do?" he asked us in school-teacher-tone. "Paddle TO it. Paddle THROUGH it. Paddle PAST it."    We had it down by the time we hit the water.

Let me tell you, though...even if you've committed it to memory, it's easier said than done.   We all learned that lesson at some point during the four-hour adventure.   But the other truth is, it works.    I watched as a friend got toppled by a crusher heading out of one of the caves, and I was right behind her.   Justin kept yelling at me,   "Paddle to it, Paddle through it JT!" with a little more urgency in his voice than he had on the beach.

I followed his direction simply because I had no other ideas. But felt certain I too was headed for a crash.   But low and behold, it worked.   I somehow popped right over that wave and was on the other side before I knew it.

The challenge then is to remember to keep paddling. (Paddle PAST it) You don't want to get taken down by the next wave because you're concentrating so hard on the fact you managed to survive the last.

The text my friend sent reminding me of those simple kayaking instructions produced a major Oprah-like-Ah-Ha-Moment. Yes, many of us are dealing with more chaos these days than we're used to, or we'd like. But it's before us, whether we chose for it to be or not. And the safest, and easiest way to deal with rough seas ahead, is to Paddle TO it, Paddle THROUGH it, Paddle Past it.   If you try to avoid it, you'll likely end up sideways and get caught in the turmoil that comes with not taking things head-on.

TGIF

Sat, 04 Sep 2010 12:42:22 GMT

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

Seriously. I mean seriously TGIF.   Some weeks that just means more than others, and this is one of them.   Not only was it "one of those weeks" but it ends in a three day holiday weekend. Whoo-hoo!

As usual, there's plenty going on this weekend.   I'm posting a bunch on the Events Calendar part of my website, but do want to point out a couple.

Karla Bonoff is playing Saturday at Castoro Cellars. If the name doesn't ring a bell, her music will when you hear it. She's written some classics for other people, her songs are the kind you want to sit and listen to, nd her voice is amazing.   Her special guest is Martin Paris.   You can get tickets through the Castoro Cellars website, or call 888-DAM FINE.   Doors open at six. $10 Tri-Tip dinner hosted by Paso Robles Kiwanis.

I am hoping to go, but will be attending the wedding of a young lady I used to babysit years ago. I'm still getting used to the fact the children I said good-bye to 15 years ago when I set off to chase a career are now adults, getting married and having babies.    How time flies.

The other thing is Pops by the Sea, I haven't been but keep having everyone who has tell me "You HAVE to go!"     It's the San Luis Obispo Symphony's way of celebrating Labor Day weekend.   It's at the Avila Beach Golf Resort at 4pm.   Gates open at 2:30. It's one of those deals where you pack a picnic, enjoy the spectacular view, some good wine and great music.   This year has a latin flair, so maybe bring some extra cash for margaritas.    Tickets can be purchased by clicking here or by calling (805) 543-3533.

I hope you enjoy whatever you have planned this weekend!   Cheers.

Movies Under the Stars

Fri, 27 Aug 2010 12:45:45 GMT

Thursday, August 26th, 2010.

It's my dad's birthday, so first let me send him my love and gratitude to him today.   He's taught me a lot over the years, and his common sense about life has helped me through a lot of bumps along my journey. (If you want to check out some of his words of wisdom, check out the Blog I wrote about it last year by clicking here.

The weekend is approaching and it's time to start making plans. Ever do something fun and think "I wish my friends/boyfriend/family could be here?" That's how I felt when I went to "Movies Under the Stars" at Edna Valley Vineyard.   I think Edna Valley has an incredible view.   And it was so much fun to pull out the beach chairs, blankets, and picnic for an outdoor evening at the movies.   Of course, you can buy some great wines at Edna Valley, and I discovered how well hot buttered popcorn pairs with Pinot Noir.

The Vineyard only does this a few times each summer, and the next one is tomorrow night.   They'll be showing Back to the Future. Tickets are $10, and proceeds go toward Special Olympics.   Door open at 7:30, and movies begin at dusk.   Do try to bring low-back beach chairs so you don't block folks behind you, or if you only have high-back, park yourself in the back. (That's what I did last time and the view was still great!) Call (805) 544-5855 ext. 31 to reserve tickets.   The Vineyard is located at 2585 Biddle Ranch Road. If you want to see the story I did on Movies Under the Stars, click here

If you live in North County and would rather stick closer to home, there's another great option for you. I wish I got off early enough to take this in.   Monte Mills an the Lucky Horseshoe Band are playing at Twilight Concerts in the Park in Paso Robles.   That starts at 5:30 and goes to 7:30. No reservations requires. No cost. Just bring a blanket or a beach chair or kick back on the lawn. It's supposed to be a beautiful evening.   I have so many happy memories of Monte and the band, and am sorry I won't be able to take this one in.    The Park Gazebo is at 12th and Spring. For more info: (805) 238-4103.

Summer is winding down, so hope you can get out and about and take in some of the great things happening on the Central Coast.   If you're looking for ideas, check out my Events Calendar on my webpage.   And enjoy your weekend!

Runaway Trucks on Central Coast

Wed, 25 Aug 2010 05:09:49 GMT

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

We reported on a tragic story in Santa Barbara today.   A Runaway truck killed three people in Santa Barbara today.   The truck was coming down Highway 154 and lost it's breaks.   It flew threw town and finally stopped as it crashed into a home where the three victims lived.   It's something you don't hear about happening very much anymore.   But I remember hearing stories from my Dad growing up about runaway trucks that used to have me scared every time we traveled a mountain pass on our cross-country vacation trips.

He worked for the Division of Highways and had heard about the big-rigs losing their breaks and rolling through cities and towns like missiles.   He'd always point out the runaway truck routes as we crossed mountain passes in other states, and up north, and I even remember him never wanting to be ahead of a big rig on the down slope of a single lane mountain pass in the northern Sierras.   "You gotta have an escape route" he'd say, should something go wrong.   It always seemed far fetched, but not tonight.

I particularly remember the story of the rig that rolled right through San Luis Obispo in the late 50's before the highway by-passed downtown.   It came flying down the grade at 100-miles an hour, honking and hoping for help before it hit the populated area.   CHP officers got ahead of it and tried to clear the road.   It ended up negotiating Monterey and the slight bend around the creek before crashing into San Luis Creek by the creamery.   Amazingly the driver survived. But he never got in a truck again.    At least that's the way Dad remembers it, and it seems to reflect what I've managed to find with a little research tonight.

I've also found a lot of people concerned about the lack of runaway truck ramps on highway 154.   Turns out it's not the first time there have been incidents like this on that road either.   Witnesses told KSBY and the Los Angeles Times the last time was about 5 years ago.   No one died in that incident. Unfortunately, that didn't prove to be the case this time.

It's such an unusual story, and tragedy, but shows how improvements of roads and vehicles doesn't mean the potential for problems isn't still there.   And all the reflection and analysis won't take the pain away from a family in Santa Barbara tonight.   My prayers and thoughts to out to them.

Birth-day

Tue, 24 Aug 2010 06:35:45 GMT

Monday, August 23, 2010

Boy do I feel like a rich woman. That's kind of a funny statement given some of the financial issues I've faced in the last couple of weeks, but truly.... If the wealth of a man (or woman) can be measured by the love and support of friends, I ought to be on some sort of Forbes list.

I wasn't exactly looking forward to this birthday. They get less exciting as the numbers get higher, and well, a lot is missing in my life that was there the last time my birthday rolled through town. But before the day even actually arrived, the surprises started. They were simple, and sweet and entirely meaningful and lasted throughout the weekend: cupcakes, surprise visits, cheerful toasts, light-hearted cards, thoughtful gifts, and a lot of votes of confidence that my next year will be full of so much good. I have a grateful heart today and it is because of so many of you. So thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

I have been getting birthday greetings for more than a week now from the beautiful creatures that frolic along our coastline this time of year. I'm talking about the dolphins and whales. They have been hanging around off the coast of Pismo and Shell Beach and been putting on a show. On my birthday Friday, they passed so close and right past a gathering of friends on a balcony in Shell. I was in awe and am grateful to them as well for reminding me how blessed I am to live in this beautiful spot and be surrounded by such beautiful creatures and people.

Happy Birthday indeed.

Day by Day

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 06:47:42 GMT

Thursday, August 19th, 2010

My apologies for the late posting tonight.   It's been one of those days.   I will be adding a couple of things this weekend but if you are looking for some options, check out my Events Calendar now by clicking here.    Also, if you haven't ever explored the coastline of Shell/Pismo Beach on a kayak, you should check out this week's No Place Like Home by clicking here.   The folks at Central Coast Kayaks do a great job of gearing you up and getting you ready to explore the caves of Dinosaur park, and surrounding bluffs.   No matter how much you've kayaked, they'll hook you up for a great adventure.

If you check out the Events Calendar, you'll see there's a great event happening at the Chapman estate in Shell Beach this weekend. It's a fundraiser for the San Luis Obispo Opera.   It's an amazing estate on that same amazing coastline I was just talking about and a great cause. You'll hear amazing voices singing Broadway. How fun is that? For more info, click here.

I have to admit, I've had a kind of stressful past couple of days, but came into work today to a huge plate of the most beautiful cupcakes from our 5pm producer Bethany.   She's one of those people who always says hello in this cheerful voice when people walk in the newsroom. And she's one of those people you're grateful to have around on those less-than-stellar days.   Thanks for sharing your positive energy Bethany.

May you all have a great weekend my friends!

New Weekend Fun

Sat, 14 Aug 2010 12:35:06 GMT

Thursday, August 12, 2010

I paid a visit to Montana de Oro in this week's No Place Like Home, and if you haven't recently, you should. The variety of outdoor activities available there always amazes me.   Seriously, people travel from all over to spend a few days in that state park, and it's right in our own backyard. And unlike many other parks, it's free to get in.   It's why it's one of my picks of fun things to do on the central coast this weekend.

While you're there, you can make a day of it and enjoy the Morro Bay Embarcadero Art Walk from 5 to 8.   That's Friday in downtown Morro Bay.   You can enjoy more than great art at galleries along the Embarcadero on these evenings. Most serve up some sort of food and wine.

I still haven't made it to Concerts in the Plaza in San Luis Obispo.   But you have that option as well Friday evening. If you're craving a warm evening, maybe head over Highway 41 or 46 to Paso Robles for Twilight Concerts in the Park.

If you miss both of those, you can hang out in Atascadero Lake Park and fine some good music as well as wine and good barbecue. That's from 6:30 to 8:30 Saturday.

The sun did come out early at the beach for Friday events. It's a bit cool, so bring a sweater, but the California Kelts play tonight at the Avila Beach Fish and Farmer's Market. That's Friday from 3-8pm.   Good Food. Fun Music. Awesome views.

Some of these events happen weekly, or once a month, so I've added a page to my website where I'll post them, instead of repeating them every Thursday.    So if you're looking for something fun to do on any given day, check out my Events Calendar any time.

In the meantime, have a great weekend!

Holy Moly

Thu, 12 Aug 2010 05:29:07 GMT

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

My heart goes out to my pals in Iowa, Wisconsin and Minnesota tonight. I've seen pictures they've posted on Facebook, and they're getting slammed with rain and floods. It's always different seeing news coverage of disasters somewhere when you know the landmarks. To see Hilton Coliseum flooded in Ames on the KCCI Website, and the rest of the town underwater makes me realize how bad it is. In Colfax, some 200 homes are under water.

The picture isn't quite as tragic in the Twin Cities, but there are folks who live right near my house in Minneapolis who had cars swept away last night. Here's hoping the rain stops for awhile and gives folks a chance to dry out, clean up, and catch their breath. I'm thinking of you all.

Thanks for Having Me

Wed, 11 Aug 2010 05:50:14 GMT

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

It's funny how things play out.   I first must, again, thank those of you who take the time to read my blog, for taking the time to send me nice notes of support and encouragement. It has made a difference in my days of late. I see that I have picked up many friends along my journey down the Yellow Brick Road.

I had a weekend of reflection, rest and some fun socializing. And something happened that just stopped me in my tracks.   I attended the 10th anniversary party of Eagle Castle Winery, in part because I'm a wine club member, and in part because the it's owned by two of the nicest people you could know. Gary and Mary Lou Stemper are the parents of a former KSBY colleague of mine from my first pass through the station.   They're great people.and they've built a pretty magnificent winery.

So, I went to the party with a couple of friends and had a wonderful evening meeting new people, and enjoying some great food and wine. Toward the end of the night Gary and Mary Lou had time to come by and say hello.   We filled in the blanks of what we'd all been up to the last 15 years, and made pledges to get together again soon.   As they said so long for the evening, we exchanged big hugs and Gary said to me "Thank you for coming home".   Thank me? I was just so taken back. And so touched.

I got a similar greeting from a neighbor the other day. It just blew me away. Seriously, can people be that nice? They can. They are. It warmed my heart and lifted my spirits.

I'm happy to be home. Thrilled most of the time. But I know not everyone has felt as enthusiastic about with my return as Mom and Dad and old college friends.   I know because that's the way it goes with a career in television and the advent of e-mail, facebook, and other forms of social media.   People have easy access to you, which is good. But when you're new in a community, or more so on a television station, not everyone is sure they want to invite you into their living rooms, and they let you know. They liked the former anchor better. They think I'm too perky. They notice when you pronounce something wrong, wear something unflattering, stumble, or heaven-forbid, have a bad hair day.   And they feel the need to tell you. I was actually surprised no one wrote the one evening I was tearing up during one late newscast the night my former boyfriend and I made it official we were going separate ways.

It's part of the job, and I've gotten used to it to a certain degree. It does seem to get better with time. But with all that's happened in my life of late, and some other opportunities that have floated by with better money, hours and upward mobility, I can't deny there haven't been some moments of second guessing.   If I have to go through this transition, again, shouldn't I at least be in a bigger market making big money? But I wanted to come home.

Then I take a drive up over the grade, and see the beautiful country-side. I stop by Mom and Dad's for lunch, and can't believe how much better Mom's homemade Ranch dressing is than any I've bought in a bottle. And I sit on a patio overlooking the Eagle Castle Vineyards, meet some new friends and have an old one give me a big hug and heart-felt welcome home. And I know it's all going to be just fine. I'm right where I am supposed to be.

I don't suppose there's a life-change in the world that doesn't come with some growing pains. And you simply have to go through them to reap the benefits of what comes when you get to the other side. And soak up the kindness of old and new friends eager to offer up a heart-felt welcome home. Thanks for having me.

You asked for it

Wed, 04 Aug 2010 09:56:20 GMT

Wednesday, August 4th, 2010

Okay. So really?  Do you want really want to hear what I've been up to?  It's a weird thing in some ways, putting yourself out there in a blog, and it's been cathartic for me in other ways. But at some point, I guess it just starts feeling weird.   Especially the way my life has been to a certain degree of late.

I am going through the growing pains of taking leaps of faith.   I'm following my own mantras....don't let money dictate decisions, go with your gut, don't operate out of fear, and follow your heart.   I'm really trying to follow them, but that doesn't come without some second-guessing.   And it's really been challenging at times to follow the last one, because how do you know when you're following your heart when it seems like it's been on the injured reserve list for too long now.

I don't' mean to complain, because I know a lot of people have had their heart broken in the last year.   Likely in many of the same ways I have. And I know from doing the news every day....in ways much worse than I have.   I honestly wonder how some people find the strength to endure some of the horrible tragedies life sends their way when I've been struggling to deal with my relatively minor ones. (compared to say, losing a child, having your family wiped out in a car crash caused by an idiot drunk driver, or enduring being the victim of a psycho criminal who picked your house at random to terrorize.   It honestly pains me to read these stories because I just can't imagine how you get through that kind of pain...and hope I never have to.)   So yes, I get to feeling kind of silly talking about mine.   But I'm struggling.   I feel like it's been too long since I've had a stretch of time without a wounded heart.

It started when I got called upstairs at WCCO-TV 16 months ago and was informed it would be my last day at a job I loved, with people I loved, in a place I loved.   It was the beginning of a year of reality checks...like you really don't know what your day is going to look like when you get out of bed.   We usually think we do, but we really don't.   I remember walking in to work feeling stressed about how I was going to finish three stories that were waiting for me on my desk when I got there, but I had no idea that was the least of it, and they really wouldn't matter when I left an hour later.   The recession we had all been talking about on the news had hit me right between the eyes.

So I had my heart broken that day. I knew I was vulnerable the way things were going, but I never thought it would happen like that.   In a matter of minutes, the reason I moved to Minnesota, the reasons I decided to buy a home and stay, and the people I had grown to love interacting with on a daily basis were gone.  Let the five stages of grief begin.

By about the time I started getting to acceptance, I lost my best friend: my dog Madelyn.   I wasn't ready to start the process over all over again. But that's the way it went.   And believe me, losing my job at WCCO paled in comparison to the grief I felt when Madelyn wasn't waiting for me each time I walked into the front door.

Next came the process of losing my house. (So far I've managed to keep from losing it to creditors, but haven't managed to hand it off to a nice set of buyers ready to take the mortgage off my back.) I knew it was beyond my means once I lost my job, but I struggled to accept that fact.   I suppose I still am to a certain degree I guess. But I'm over the hump.

The heartache of saying so long to Minnesota, a place I truly came to love, and felt like home in so many ways was eased by the fact I really was moving home. Still, it has not been a painless adjustment.    It was a choice of lifestyle over career aspirations, money, and upward mobility, but it's has come with challenges too, and adjustments.   For the most part, though, it's been a comfortable, beautiful, and familiar soft place to fall.   And it's where I believe I'm supposed to be right now.

Shortly after I moved here, I lost another best friend.   My friendship with Darcy Pohland was no doubt the greatest thing I acquired during my time in Minnesota. She made me laugh daily, inspired me with her daily attitude about life, and taught me so much about "getting over it".    So I feel a bit guilty indulging in this pity party today, given what I know she'd likely say to me.   But damn Darcy, I can't stand that you aren't there to call right now about the latest "will he or won't he" game with Brett Farve.   I miss you terribly.

And then there's David.   I have been in a relationship for him for three years, and while I knew taking the job in California was taking a risk it might end, we had been hanging in there through the distance.   But a month ago, that ended too.   And I've been feeling the heartache.    Another ending. Another loss of something I really loved.

Changes are difficult, and I am not always one to embrace them.   And I'm having to adjust a few here at home as well:  the loss of a co-anchor I knew and liked, some family struggles, and the realization some relationships won't pick up right where you left them off 15 years ago.

I'm working on letting go...of all of it.    Accepting all the changes.   But I won't lie. It's been a challenge.  My job has been kind of all consuming in the first six or 7 months, and I'm not sure I really have had the time to sit back and appreciate all that has changed in the last year or so.   I think it's why I've shied away from blogging much.   When I take the time to sit down at the keyboard and share my thoughts, they usually come out.   And I've just been too busy.

But things are starting to settle some. I think.   I know I have one more big task ahead of me that I'm not looking forward to.   Packing up my house in Minneapolis once it finally sells (which looks like it might actually happen here soon!)   I'll head back, pack it all up, move it here and find a more permanent living arrangement.   I'm ready.

Please don't get me wrong. I'm thrilled to be back home on the central coast.   But I loved my journey down the the yellow brick road, and there is heartache in saying so long to the characters I met along the way.   Thankfully I have a half dozen silly otters waiting for me at the end of the road ready to distract me and remind me there are so many reasons to smile, right in my own backyard.

Do you really wanted to know what was up, huh?

Toast the Coast

Fri, 06 Aug 2010 03:39:13 GMT

Thursday, August 5th, 2010

Hello Friends.
First off all, let me say a sincere thanks to all of you who have e-mailed, commented here on the blog and sent facebook messages of encouragement. I so appreciate your support and kindness.   I guess I won't quit writing, just because I'm not in the best mood anymore.

No matter what your mood, there are some great things happening around the central coast this weekend that will likely lift your spirits. If you are going to be in downtown San Luis Obispo, consider making a stop at the local art galleries. They'll be open late showing off new works, and most offer refreshments.   Art After Dark starts at 5 and last until 9pm.

I'm profiling a great event for Saturday evening in tonight's No Place Like Home on KSBY at 6. It's the Paso Robles Rotary Winemakers' Cook-off.   This really is a great event.   The winemakers of northern San Luis Obispo really pull out all the stops in their quest to get you to vote them the best barbecue-masters in Central Coast Wine Country.

Old Spanish Days is happening in Santa Barbara, and there are all kinds of events worth checking out.

And chili fans will probably want to pay a visit to the Chili Challenge in Arroyo Grande.

My winery entertainment pick of the week goes to Rotta Winery in Templeton. Not only is it one of the two oldest wineries on the central coast, it's also one of the most relaxed with friendly unpretentious staff who always make you feel good the minute you walk in the door. And they make an awesome Zinfandel! Well they're having music on the Patio this Sunday from 3 to 6.   They'll have food available for purchase, music and wine in the vines. To RSVP, call (805) 237-0510. I may see you there.

I also want to let you know I'm expanding my website a bit to include a calendar of local events I think are worth a mention. It's a work in progress, but if you go to the Home Page, you will see an Events Calendar tab. In the coming weeks you can just click on that, and find out what's happening on any given day.   So in the future, check it out.

And in the meantime, have a great weekend!

Cheers my friends.

Falling Down

Wed, 04 Aug 2010 05:43:31 GMT

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010

I got the message.   Some of you have kind of skirted around the issue, others have just gotten right to the point: "You used to share much more about JT, and now you blog is nothing but station promotion."   It's true. I put this blog together when I was out of work, and it was a way for me to stay connected with people, and enjoy doing what I love to do: write.

Since I started working, well it's been more difficult to find the time. Not only for the blog, but the workouts, the writing of all sorts, and winding down.

I've felt it happening, knew it was happening, and just didn't seem to know how to stop it. I'm talking about losing balance.   I just re-read some of my blogs leading up to taking my new job. And one of my big fears was losing that balance, and some perspective on what's important.    I have to say, in comparing my state of mine then, to now....I've not only lost balance, I've tipped over.

The good news is, I have kind readers who take the time in their lives to read my periodic musings and notice.   And so I thank you for that.   I have gotten too caught up in the daily grind of late, and failed to MAKE THE TIME to notice the simple moments and joys in life.   (And share them with you.)

Thank you for the reminder.   It usually goes this way when we start a new job, or leave an old one, or just go through life.   There's just a lot of "stuff" that comes with making a move and settling in, and I guess I haven't quite settled down yet. So I'm on it!     I'm taking a chill-pill and will keep you posted on the positives that always seem to come my way when I do so.

Namaste!

JT

Weekend fun

Thu, 29 Jul 2010 11:56:31 GMT

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

It's been a busy week for ol' JT in the KSBY Newsroom. Richard has been off, so I've been on my own for the week. (With Dave and Andrew's help, though.)   So I'm ready for the weekend and as usual, I'm already marking up the calendar with some good possibilities for entertainment.

I re-discovered another gem this week on the Central Coast. The Avila Valley Barn is a great place to take the family, or just do a little wandering on your own, when you need a break from your daily routine. They offer up some of the most delicious fruits and vegetables to be found on the Central Coast and they use them to make awesome pies, jams, jellies and ice cream.   While you're at it, take a hay ride, or remind yourself how fun it can be to do something as simple as feeding a goat some lettuce or other treats.   The petting zoo is fun at any age.   It's all a great escape and it's the subject of this week's No Place Like Home.

I'm just loving the summer entertainment events at local wineries.   This Friday is a cool deal out at Edna Valley Vineyard.   It's Movies Under the Stars.   The Movie tomorrow night is 1940's Classic "Christmas in July".   Doors open at 7:30.   The movie begins at dusk.   It's a good idea to bring a LOW BACK lawn chair or blanket.   Picnics are allowed, but please skip the outside alcohol.   Your host, Edna Valley, will have their great wines for sale as well as other beverages.

If you're more inclined to head to the Mid-State Fair, I think an evening with Kenny Loggins sounds pretty nice. Show time is at 7:30.

It was great to meet some friends at Marisol at the Cliffs Resort a week or so ago and hear the familiar sounds of Jill Knight   You can find Jill playing at another nice venue this Saturday.    Find her at playing at Danbino Vinyards
Saturday afternoon from 5 to 7.   Your $5 admission includes 3 one-ounce pours, and wine is available for purchase by the glass or bottle.

And I haven't been yet, but plan to pay a visit to Avila beach this weekend to check out Sundays in the Sand. Every Sunday in July and August you can soak up some sunshine from 1 to 4 and a free local concert at the Avila Beach Resort.

Dang, another weekend of great options for good fun. Enjoy my friends!

JT

Happy Friday

Sat, 24 Jul 2010 12:46:08 GMT

Friday, July 23rd, 2010

Happy Friday Everyone. As promised I wanted to post the stories I did on the Mid State Fair Cattle Drive. Just click on the little video icon on the top of the page to watch the video. And you can do the same to watch the story on Teale and Tara Twisselman.

I wanted to also mention another fun event happening this weekend. The Portuguese Celebration is happening this weekend in Cayucos. Enjoy some great food and fun activities starting Saturday afternoon. Here's the low down:
24-25 • 2010 Portuguese Celebration and Parade:: Saturday 4:30pm - free 'sopas' Portuguese folk dancing from 8pm til midnight, the Grand March will be at 9pm. Sunday, parade at 10:30 am followed by Mass. The celebration is open to the public.

Whatever you decide to do with your weekend, I hope you have a grand time!

Cheers.
Jeanette

Fair Time

Sat, 24 Jul 2010 12:49:58 GMT

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

Some things just make your heart smile. My day yesterday did.   I started it off riding in the Mid State Fair Cattle Drive. It was grand fun to see some old friends and ride through town celebrating the heritage of this area. We really do have a lot of the Wild Wild West left on the Central Coast.   You can check out the story at ksby.com.

I also found out a couple of young ladies I used to spend a lot of time with before I headed off to chase my own career, are back in town celebrating the beginning of theirs.   Teale and Tara Twisselman have been entertaining family and friends their whole lives, but about 3 and a half years ago, they headed off for Nashville to pursue careers in country music.   The just finished their first CD and tonight perform on one of the free stages at the fair.   I'll post a link to the story I did on them, and some clips of their performance tomorrow.

I'm kind of in Mid-State Fair mode this week, so my picks of the week center around activities there.   You can get a full schedule of what's happening there here.   But here are a few I would recommend checking out:

If you've never seen a cutting horse demonstration, it's worth scouting out. We have some of the best cowboys and cowgirls in the west, and it can be impressive watching the coordination of them and their horses. Those competitons happen early at 7:30 Friday and Saturday in the Equestrian center.

The Mission Square area of the fair is a nice addition since I left. And each day a local Chef prepares a meal using only items from a local ranch. It's a great way to come up with a new recipe or two, and see how tasty and easy it can be to eat locally.   Local olive oil producers and wineries are also on hand to do olive oil and wine parings. Those happen throughout the day.

And if you were ever a fan of Prince, and his movie "Purple Rain", you really should check out Morris Day and the Time at the Fort Frontier Stage on Saturday. What time is it, you ask? They perform at 6:30 and 8:30, and honestly, even if you're not into Prince, and have never seen Purple Rain, you should go if you like great funky music.   They hail from Minneapolis, and I've seen them there. Believe me, you will have a hard time sitting down through their performances.

I hope you all have a great weekend. See you next week!

Hot fun in the Summertime

Fri, 16 Jul 2010 12:41:38 GMT

Thursday, July 15th, 2010

If you are a fan of classical music at all, you need to check out Festival Mozaic. Even if you aren't, some of the venues for these performances are worth the price of admission.   There are ten days of concerts performed all over San Luis Obispo County.   Tickets are sold out to some of them, but there are plenty still available. So check it out.

I know they're missing a few members, and you've probably seen them a dozen times, but I just never grow tired of seeing the Beach Boys perform, especially on a beautiful summer weekend on the Central Coast.    You can do that Saturday at The Santa Barbara County Fair in Santa Maria.   And if you've been there, got the t-shirt, there are plenty of other reasons to pay a visit to this summertime tradition.

And if you want a little escape, the Central Coast Renaissance Festival is happening all weekend at El Chorro Park in San Luis Obispo.   Try to plan your trip so you can check out one of the jousting events.   But there are all kinds of shows, demonstrations and entertainment happening all weekend.   Kids will be fascinated. (You likely will be too...wondering how much time goes into planning and preparing for this kind of thing.)    It's like a big park of theater, and everyone is an actor.   Don't be surprised if you start calling your wife "Wench" by the time you leave the park. Just remember it's all in good fun! Hours are 10 to 6 on Saturday and 10 to 5 on Sunday.

There's also the Antique Truck Show at Trinity Hall in San Luis Obispo on Saturday, an Arts and Crafts Fair in Cambria Saturday and Sunday, a Saturday in the Park Concert at Atascadero Lake Park (on Saturday), and music in Heritage Square Park at 1 on Sunday in Arroyo Grande.

Also, if you've always wanted to, but never have hiked beautiful Cerro San Luis (Madonna Mountain), perhaps a guided hike courtesy the Sierra Club will get you up and at it. Meet at Laguna Lake Parking lot at 8:30 for the five mile trek.    Or you can just head to the beach. Choices, choices, choices.   There is No Place Like Home!

Have a great weekend friends.

Cold Spring Tavern

Fri, 09 Jul 2010 03:25:23 GMT

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

I love the subject of this week's No Place Like Home.   We pay a visit to the Cold Spring Tavern.   It's a great little get-away off highway 154, about half way over the San Marcos Pass on your way to or from Santa Barbara.
It's been around for 124 years and there's history and stories in every corner.   Sundays are a big day at the Tavern, so that's one of my picks for a great thing to do this weekend.   For more information, just click here.

I'm a dog-lover and there's a party worth attending in my opinion this weekend in San Luis Obispo. The San Luis Obispo County Golden Retrievers group is holding it's third annual "Goldens in the Park Party this weekend.   How can you not smile at a couple hundred Golden Retrievers in one place at one time.   It happens Sunday. Click here for details.

Also on Sunday, you can get tickets at the door for the Reserve Wine Tasting for the bit Central Coast Wine Classic. This is a big event for California Wines. Events happen all over the central coast all weekend (We'll take you to one of the coolest on our news tonight at 10 on the CW5 or KSBY at 11.) but you can sample some of the best wines in our state on Sunday from 1 to 4 at Dolphin Bay Resort and Spa.   Call (805) 544-1285 for reservations to other events, and click here for more information.

Have a great weekend. Dave Hovde says the sun will be out all up and down the coast, so it should be a great one.
Cheers!

4th of July fun

Fri, 02 Jul 2010 01:46:42 GMT

Thursday, June 30th, 2010

This week's No Place Like Home is on the Avila Beach Fish and Farmers' Market. I've recommended checking it out before, but since a lot of folks will have out of town company this weekend, I'll bring it up again.   It's a great way to wind down from the work week, stock up on fresh supplies for your weekend and soak up all the beauty of the Avila Beach. (And you can check out the story on the link above.)

You may get a case of Option Paralysis if you haven't dialed in your plans for celebrating the 4th of July. There are so many great opportunities on the central coast, that it's tough for me to make my picks.   So take these with an inquiring mind to check out what else is out there. You can check out ksby.com for a good list.   But here are some ideas:

I say start with the Avila Fish and Farmers Market or the check out The JD Project in San Luis Obispo's Mission Plaza. Both are free and both are Friday evening. (4 to 8 for Farmers Market, and 5:30 to 7:30 for music in the Plaza.)

On Saturday, you can check out the work of local artists at Morro Bay's Art in The Park.   It's from 10 to 5 on Morro Bay Boulevard.   Or if you are in northern San Luis Obispo County, the downtown wineries are hosting local artists and musicians from 5 to 7pm.

For 4th celebrations, I highly recommend the day-time activities in Arroyo Grande. There's a concert in the park and it's a great Americana celebration.   Families, hot dogs, lemonade and flags.    Then you can grab a good spot to check out fireworks in Pismo Beach that evening.

Up the coast a ways, there's a sand-sculpture contest, and more Americana to be found. There's a parade, and barbecue as well.   And you can wither watch fireworks there or head down to Morro bay for their show at the Embarcadero.

Like I said, option paralysis. Whatever you chose to do, enjoy the weekend, your friends and/or family and don't forget to play it safe!

JT's Weekend Picks

Fri, 25 Jun 2010 07:53:47 GMT

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

I can't believe it's already Thursday. I hate when time flies, but it's always fun when the weekend nears. Since it's been a pretty foggy week at the beach, it's good timing to enjoy some events in Northern San Luis Obispo County this weekend.

The temperatures should be great for Concerts in the Park in Paso Robles.   Bring your lawn chair and enjoy quittin' time with the fun beat of the Mighty Croon Dogs.   The fun starts at 5:30 and the music ends at 7:30. Food and beverages (including wine from J. Lohr) are available for purchase.

The Atascadero Wine Festival is happening Saturday afternoon at Atascadero Lake Park. Proceeds benefit the Charles Paddock Zoo.

And the Lompoc Flower Festival is happening all weekend.   The Parade is Saturday morning, but there's a lot going on through Sunday.

And for those craving a little more active outing this weekend, the Country Coast Classic Bike Ride benefits teenagers in the Cambria.   And it is along one of the most picturesque stretches of our coastline.

I hope you all enjoy whatever it is your heart desires to do this weekend, and I'll see you on Monday~
Cheers.
JT

No Place Like Home This weekend

Fri, 18 Jun 2010 12:41:32 GMT

Thursday, June 17th, 2010

The last time I was at the Cass House in Cayucos, it was was stripped down to the framing and a young couple had taken on the task of restoring the old place to the magnificence it deserved for it's place in Cayucos history. Fast forward 15 years, and they pulled it off.   I got a chance to see how much so when photographer Kelly Teel and I drove up the coast to do a story on the house for this week's No Place Like Home.   It's a beautiful bed and breakfast now, and Gary and Nancy Bagnall's labor of love is worth checking out.   They managed to preserve the past, and make it a comfortable and convenient place for a wonderful four-course meal, and a great weekend getaway.    For more information, click here.

And since it's Thursday, here's my top picks for great things to do right in our own backyard on the Central Coast:

I had last Friday off and checked out the Avila Beach Farmers Market.   It's great and with Mr. Ricks providing a little music and outdoor seating, you can sit and people watch to your heart's content, or zone out and enjoy the view of the beautiful pacific.   It starts at 4pm, and runs through 8pm.

I've mentioned this before, but I'm a huge fan of Summer Nights at Edna Valley.    The view at this winery is amazing, and they offer up some live music and you can buy some great apps from Griff's Pizzeria and Bistro in Templeton.   You can sit and enjoy the music and view, or start a game of Bocce Ball, or Croquet.

One of the biggest car shows on the West Coast is happening in Pismo Beach this weekend. Activities begin tonight for the 25th Pismo Beach Classic Car Show.

That's three, but since it's Father's Day weekend, here's a couple more. It happens every weekend, but why not take dad for a family outing to the Great American Melodrama. It's cheesy wonderful fun that dads just seem to dig.

And if Dad enjoys vino and great views, perhaps take him to Father's Day Lunch and Bocce Ball at Eberle Winery.   There are lunches and activities for kids and dads.

So much to do in this wonderful place we call home.

I'm certainly thrilled I'm going to be able to spend Father's day with my pop this weekend. Another bonus of coming home.   Happy weekend everyone!

S-S-S-Summertime

Tue, 08 Jun 2010 06:46:01 GMT

Monday, June 7th, 2010

I must be living right.   At least that's how I felt this weekend.   I know I shouldn't, but I love being in the sun. And there was plenty of it this weekend.    I had a half dozen moments this past weekend where I thought "I am so lucky to be where I am". That's saying somethin' because it's not like it's been the easiest year for me. But I literally felt so much gratitude at various moments over the weekend it brought tears to my eyes.

The first came Friday night. I had it off. I was meeting some girlfriends (some old, some brand new) to go see the latest Sex and the City movie. Instead of meeting for drinks beforehand at a bar or restaurant, we met at Edna Valley Winery.   Every Friday in June, they have music, and appetizers (for sale) and of course all kinds of wonderful wines to buy. So after spending some time at the beach, in the garden and on the deck, I showered and headed over Price Canyon Road toward the winery. The way the hills and the vineyards looked with the setting sun was incredible. Then I get to the winery and the view from the patio in the low afternoon light, combined with the music, great wine, and friends...I was feeling mighty grateful.

Moments like that continued through the weekend. On a neighbor's deck as the warm evening proved too enticing for a group who all had other dinner plans, but decided heading indoors seemed silly. So we ordered pizza and sat outside instead on a wonderful summer evening. It happened on the beach as I handed over a couple of sand-dollars I picked up to a young boy carrying a bucket hoping to find sea shells in the surf.    And as I stepped out of the ocean last night after riding my bike down hot from gardening and feeling the warm evening air take the chill off immediately.

They are moments to take note of. And they are everywhere on the central coast. Keep your eyes open for them. They can help you through Monday's that come too soon. Cheers my friends!

No Place Like Home This weekend

Fri, 04 Jun 2010 07:47:15 GMT

Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

I had a chance to do one of those "I need to check that place out someday" detours this week on my series No Place Like Home.   We checked out the Najoqui Falls near Gaviota.   It's a really quick detour off 101 and just beautiful.   I highly recommend checking it out.    Less than 5 minutes off 101 and a 5 minute 1/4 mile walk to the falls. Beautiful.

Dave Hovde says it's going to be a great weekend to be outdoors...if you like summertime heat.   Well there's no shortage of fun events happening where you can soak up some of that sunshine, as well as some good food and wine.

Grab your sunscreen and big floppy hat and head to the Pinot and Paella Party Sunday in Templeton.   Some of the best Chefs on the Central Coast will be cooking up their best Paella, and you can pair it with the amazing Pinots of our area.   That's Sunday afternoon from 2 to 5 at Templeton Community Park.

Of course, the Elks Rodeo is happening Santa Maria.   You can catch competition Friday night, and on Saturday and Sunday there's rodeo action at 2 both afternoons.   The Elks Rodeo Parade starts at 9 Saturday morning on South Broadway.

It's a dream come true for Martini-lovers in Pismo Beach on Sunday.    It's the 3rd Annual Central Coast Vodka Martini Shakedown.   Ten area bars/restaurants compete for the honors of being the best martini-makers on the central coast.   Rosa's Italian Restaurant puts out a great buffet for the event, there's a silent auction, and all the proceeds go to the Culinary Arts program at Arroyo Grande High School.   I have to figure out how to be invited to be a judge for that competition.

Also in Pismo this weekend a great event to benefit the Amputee Surfers Association.   Wine, Waves and Beyond.   It offers something for everyone, wine, beer, music, art, surf competitions.   Local Wine-makers and brewers will be pouring their finest Friday afternoon at the Cliffs, and are restaurants will be serving up their specialties too. What's not to love.

And you can kick off your weekend with the first "Concerts in the Plaza" tomorrow night in San Luis Obispo's Mission Plaza. Every Friday from 5:30 to 7:30 you can kick back and enjoy a free concert in the plaza starting tomorrow through August 27th. And you can make an evening of it by enjoying some of the food from local restaurants and refreshments from Firestone Brewery and Edna Valley Winery. Tomorrow The Viper Six kicks off the entertainment.

Dang, there really is No Place Like Home! Have a great weekend my friends. And if you have an event you'd like to tell me about, e-mail me at jtrompeter@ksby.com.

Cheers!

Reason to Toast

Tue, 25 May 2010 07:52:46 GMT

Cheers!   I must have heard it and said it a dozen or so times over the weekend.   And there was good reason to cheer.
I had a weekend of reconnecting with a few of the things that make this place (the Central Coast) special...to me personally, and just in general.

I spent time with friends on the patio of the Cliff's in Shell Beach after work on Friday. On Saturday I enjoyed taste after taste of wonderful varietals of Central Coast wines at the Paso Robles Wine Fest.   So many new wineries have spouted up since I left, and it was grand fun sampling them. There is a reason the wine region here is growing.   We put out some great wines!

On Sunday, some friends and I headed out to some of those we tasted and really enjoyed and stocked up on our favorites.   It was another one of those moments when I'm thinking "There's no place like home".   We took the tractor up to the ridge of Opolo Winery and sat outside enjoying the view, the music, some amazing lamb tacos and a wonderful bottle of Mountain Zinfandel.   We stopped by Halter Ranch and I discovered I love Rose wines on a warm summer afternoon....at least their Rose.   Mitch and Leslie were kind enough to give us a tour of the Victorian before we headed on to Whale Bone Winery where we capped off the day with yet more spectacular views, tri-tip sliders and some of "Bob's wine" (I highly recommend it if you haven't given it a taste. I prefer the 2006, but hear the 2007 will be just as good in a few weeks.)

In just a couple of hours, we were able to do what a lot of people travel thousands of miles to see.   We didn't get to as many as we had hoped and planned, but that's the great thing about living here. We can go back next weekend.
There is no Place Like Home.

The Enchanted Hill

Fri, 07 May 2010 08:24:24 GMT

May 6th, 2010

William Randolph Hearst used to call Hearst Castle in San Simeon and the beautiful land on which it's built "La Cuesta Encantada", or the Enchanted Hill..   I got a reminder of just how appropriate that was this week. If you've never been to Hearst Castle, it's worth a visit...even if you are reading this in another state.   The castle is magnificent and as they say in real estate: location, location, location. George Hearst really nailed that when he bought a 250 acre plot of real estate along this particular stretch of California Coast.

The State offers five guided tours of the Castle and just added another one you can do on your own.   It will have me booking a return trip real soon.   I find the castle fascinating, and I am in awe of the Neptune Pool. I love the gardens with all the sculptures and artwork nestled about. And I could spend hours just checking out the seriously breathtaking views.

So this new tour is right up my alley. You are free to wander about, on your own, at your own pace. If you have questions, there are guides nestled about to help out. And you can enjoy your journey during the magical golden hours of later afternoon right into sunset hour.

If you've never been to Hearst Castle before, I recommend taking one of the guided tours, then finishing up the day with the new Gardens and Vistas Tour. Find a chair along the deck of the Neptune pool and watch the sun splash into the Pacific below.   Then grab the 8:30 bus down the hill and enjoy dinner in Moonstone Beach, Cayucos, Cambria or Morro Bay. Talk about the lifestyles of the rich and famous. And it's all right in our own backyard here on the central coast. If you live here, soak it up! If you don't, come pay a visit.

To see the story I did on the Gardens and Vistas Tour, click here.

Paris to Prairie

Fri, 23 Apr 2010 08:26:50 GMT

Monday, April 19th, 2010

Talk about a culture shock.   One day I'm dining in the Eiffel Tower and sleeping under it's lights in a nice hotel, two nights later I'm in a sleeping bag in the back of my Photographer's car outside of Pozo.

It was a long trip home from Paris.   But given the circumstances (the volcano in Iceland) I'm just glad to be home.   I slept in my own bed Saturday night after landing in San Luis Obispo around 9.   I wanted nothing more than to lounge around in my pajamas all day Sunday, but I was committed.

I had arranged to do a story on the V-6 Cattle Drive out at the Varian Ranch.   It's part of a weekly series I'm doing at KSBY called "No Place Like Home".
So Photographer Kelly Teel and I headed out toward Pozo early Sunday afternoon, ready or not.   He was ready. I was not.

Now it's not like I'm unfamiliar with the reality of a cattle drive. I've actually been on one or two in my lifetime before. It's basically like camping.   But you see, all my "stuff" remains in Minneapolis.   I thought I'd have sold my home by now and all my worldly possessions would be here with me on the Central Coast.   But it hasn't worked out that way.   So I would be improvising a bit.

I must have looked like quite the city slicker showing up with my new Target sleeping bag (that was designed more for slumber parties than keeping one warm and dry out on the open range) and Ann Taylor boots. I thought I could rough it for a night on the ground.   I forgot how cold and damp it can get this time of year in the inland areas of the central coast.

Kelly was smart enough to bring a tent and like a gentleman, offered it to me.   But I opted for the back of his SUV.   It wasn't all that comfortable, but it was warm.   The night was a bit long, but the next day's activities were well worth it.

The V6 ranch is 20-thousand acres that encompasses some 20-thousand acres outside of Pozo, in Monterey and Fresno counties.   It's beautiful any time of year, but right now as green as it is, it's spectacular.   And because the Varians believe in being stewards of the land, they practice rotation grazing.   That means they have to move cattle from one area to the next, and that's where guests come in.

You can cowboy up and life the wild wild west for a day or two or three at the V6. I'll tell you all about it next Thursday on No Place Like Home, but for now I'll just say how true.   There is no place like the central coast.
Yeah, it's a long way from the Eiffel Tower to The V6 Ranch. But in this cowgirl's humble opinion, the view and the food was even better from the tippy tops of the V6 than any tower I've seen so far in Europe.

Au Revoir Paris

Sun, 25 Apr 2010 09:47:13 GMT

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

It's our last full day in Paris.   It went so fast.   I can't believe we have to pack it up tonight.   We spent yesterday at Versailles. It was kind of like Hearst Castle on steroids.   I now understand where William Randolf got his inspiration for some of the magnificence he brought to the Enchanted Hill.   I also can see how Parisians could have been pretty miffed by the fact they were starving while their kind and queen were hanging up on the hill behind gold fences. The term "Let them eat cake" has new meaning to me after seeing the place.

The Hall of Mirrors and the Chapel were amazing.   And the gardens...wow. They were bigger than we had time, nor legs to wander.   Parts reminded me of the Washington Monument.   Others of Hearst Castle.   And at times it felt like Central Park.

I had to wonder how old Marie Antoinette would feel about the masses of people wandering through her former crib, because there are masses for sure.   The only downfall of that tour is too many people. You appreciate the expanse of the garden after walking through too many rooms with too many people inside the chateau. Still, I'd recommend doing it.

We did a spin through the Museum Orsay in the late afternoon, and I loved seeing some of the paintings Monet did from the home we had visited just days before. The building is worth taking a close look at from the outside, and of course if you get that close, you should walk inside and see a Van Gough or two and definitely check out some of the magnificent sculptures by Aguste Rodin and others. (He's the guy who did "The Thinker" but all his sculptures are impressive.)

I found out as we dined in the Saint. Jermaine neighborhood that evening that I do in fact like Nutella.    (It's a popular hazelnut spread that apparently is the peanut-butter of Paris) I like it a lot when it's smeared over a warm crepe and topped with banana slices, then rolled up and handed to me to nibble on as I wander the quaint streets.
It's a really good thing I'm not one to try crepes at home, or I could soon be heading to rehab for my Nutella-Banana-Crepe habit.

Our last day in Paris started with a wonderful leisurely tour through the Montmartre neighborhood.   It is where you find the Moulin Rouge and artists of every sort.   A handful of us found a great outdoor cafe with good eats, cold beer and we let the artists come to us.    I proved to be the big sucker of the day when I paid a charming artist 30 euros to do a sketch of me. The only problem, it looked NOTHING like me when he presented it to us. I was the only one who managed to hold back snickers.   A few minutes later a guy offered to sketch David for 10 Euro. His portrait is frame-worthy. It made for a lot of laughs as we all made our last spin through the neighborhood, posing by windmills made famous by Hemingway and other writers.

We headed back to the hotel for a little R and R before our final night.
It was picture perfect springtime in Paris as we walked over to the Eiffel Tower for our dinner reservations. We took the elevator up and I can't really say the meal was all that memorable, but the view and the mood were.   It's kind of like camp when you take a vacation tour with people.   By the week's end, you've made friends, and shared experiences.    We were all relaxed, and happy and kind of sad to be saying so long.

Our luggage call was early in the morning so after the last toasts most of the group headed back to the hotel, but I was bound and determined to get to the top of the tower before I left town. Thankfully I had a handful of willing participants to make the journey with me. I can't say the view was all that much better than from the restaurant, but when in Rome....well you know what I mean.

It was a wonderful adventure, and kind of nice to take a look across this amazing city and see how much of it we really managed to see in a week.   I know tours aren't for everyone, and honestly I didn't know if I'd enjoy traveling with strangers.   But it's a great way to make the most of your vacation dollar and time. And you aren't strangers for long when you're taking a trip of a lifetime together.

Merci Paris!

Thank God I'm a Country Girl

Sun, 25 Apr 2010 09:45:06 GMT

Monday, April 12th, 2010

I didn't get off to the greatest start today.   I overslept.   I didn't realize there may not be clocks in my hotel room, so I have relied on the front desk to provide me with wake up calls.   Rookie move. They apparently forgot this morning, and my wake-up call came from my mentor Mike, rather than the front desk. He wasn't wanting to chat about the day ahead, but to ask me where they hell I was.   The bus was loaded and we were officially late for taking off for Giverny and Monet's Garden.

Oh my God. Oh my God. What should I do?   "Can you be down here in 10 minutes".   Yes! And the race was on. I did my first walk of shame in Paris.   It wasn't earned by a wonderful night with some handsome Frenchman, but by walking down the isle of the bus without having a chance to brush my hair, wash my face, or apply a stitch of makeup.   I was mortified. Less about my appearance than the fact I had broken the cardinal rule of the tour: Don't keep the group waiting. We have a tight schedule and one person can cause the group to miss an entire agenda item if you are running late and make everyone else late in the process.   I'm so sorry.

Fortunately, the group seemed to have a good sense of humor and greeted me with jeers and cheers and all the ribbing I so deserved as we walked down the isle.    And most appeared to be as tired as I felt the day before and dozed off on the ride. I was hoping by the time they came to, they would have forgotten about how I started the day off.    I couldn't sleep as I was terrified we would be denied entrance into Monet's garden because of our late arrival.    Thankfully that didn't happen.

I loved this tour.   I felt like I was on a Central Coast wildflower tour all over again, but it was so contained in this beautiful acreage.   I think David was getting frustrated with me because I wanted to stop every two steps to take a picture.   It was so beautiful.   And to hear how Monet was inspired by nature and the various lights cast during different times of the day, I felt a new appreciation for his work, and his passion for natural beauty.   He created not only beautiful images on canvas, but a beautiful arena of subjects for his work in the acreage around his home.

We wandered up the tiny streets behind his home to find the cutest little cafes, and had the most wonderful lunch at one of the larger ones.   It had a beautiful layout with a bar/cafe downstairs, a dining room upstairs and a beautiful courtyard out back.   I realized by how comfortable and content I was there that I really am a country girl at heart.
I have loved seeing the magnificent structures of downtown Paris, but it is country villages like this that really intrigue me.

But the city girl in me came to life when a few of us made a stop at Galleries Lafayette. The structure itself was magnificent, and then to find an entire floor devoted to womens shoes....it's a good thing I only packed one credit card.   David was a patient participant in the madness, but was relieved when I realized my desire and my checking account were out of balance.   He had no interest in venturing over to check out the mens department (an entirely different building) so we darted out to check out the Opera House.   I could imagine the Phantom hanging out in this place.

Our retail tour didn't end there, though. We hiked around window shopping at all the ritzy shops.   We even ventured in the Hermes store and I seriously looked at one of the outrageously prices scarfs there. It's a good thing the saleswoman was giving me the Julia Roberts treatment in "Pretty Woman"...before Richard Gere marched back in with her demanding the sales people treat her right.

This Hermes woman either didn't like Americans, or didn't like showing me a scarf she clearly didn't believe I really wanted to buy.   Either way, I wasn't going to let that kind of mo-jo be tied to one of my most outrageous purchases.   So I split, albeit a little wounded deep inside that had to be my memory of Hermes, Paris.    It helps a bit in hindsight that the though the scarf is not around my neck today, cash is still in my bank account. And I had much more fun buying a 10-euro scarf from a street vendor later in the Latin Quarter.

Getting With the Program

Sun, 25 Apr 2010 09:50:55 GMT

Sunday, April 11th, 2010

I didn't want to get up this morning.   I really didn't. There just couldn't be anything that incredible on the agenda today that wouldn't be just as fantastic a few hours from now.   In fact, I'm betting it would be all the more impressive, because I wouldn't feel like I've just been hit by bus, which is about how I feel as I wake up.    But I kind of am "on the clock" on this trip.    I'm learning the ropes of being a tour guide and it would definitely be bad form to take a pass on my first full day of instruction.

So I'm up.   I'm showered.   And I'm trying to appear something more than exhausted as I walk into breakfast being served downstairs.   David has ordered me an omelette. It's great. But I find a little burst of energy as I spy the brie and baguette that's calling my name at the buffet table behind me.    I mean, I'm in Paris, right?   You can eat omelettes at home.   I am loving Paris more and more when I realize I can indulge in this little pairing this early in the morning and no one seems to bat an eye. And can we talk about the coffee?    I won't be passing on breakfast any day this week.

We are loaded and heading to the Louvre by 10am.   I'm still doing the math and realizing there's a reason I'm so pooped out today. It's 1 in the morning back home. I learn from John Andre on the way over that we've all been saying the famous museum's name wrong.    Parisians, he says, are just being polite when they don't correct us when we say we're going to the Louvre...or the Loooooove.   It's Lou-vre. Louv-reyh.   Two syllables. Lou-vreh.   I will ask him a dozen more times before the day's end before I get any sense of how it's supposed to be.    But at least I won't be saying the Loooo-ve, anymore.   And I can't deny I won't be feeling a little more in-the-know when I hear some other American saying it that way. I've BEEN to Paris, now, you know.

It is as impressive as everyone says.   And trendy or not, I'm thrilled to be in the presence of Mona Lisa.    Her image is much smaller than I had imagined. It's smaller than most posters in the dorm rooms of college kids, and since it holds a special place of honor in the Louvre, it is dwarfed by the large empty white wall on which it hangs.   But it is magnificent none-the-less.  Some of her mystique to me comes from hearing Nat King Cole sing her praises so many times.   That rich velvety voice singing Mona Lisa makes me impressed simply by her name.   And now John Andre has shared her history with us, so I am even more intrigued by with that stoic smile and royal pose of hers.

I am reminded why people take these trips.   It's not just the beauty of the destination.   It's expanded horizons that come with exposure to other cultures.    When we see the site of a battle, the image on a canvas, or the detail of a sculpture, we want to know more.   And the more we know, the more intriguing it all becomes.    So I am consuming all I can of Venus de Milo, and Winged Victory of Samothrace and the courtyard that once served as a stable of this magnificent structure.   But there is simply too much.  There is about as much chance of me taking in all of the Louvre in one day as there is me eating all the baguette and brie in Paris in the same time frame.

It is time to take a break. Let it sink in.   And to realize this really can't be a trip of a lifetime.   Because I'm coming back. I must. There is a reason this city holds such romance in the minds and hearts of Americans.   And it has nothing to do with a handsome Frenchman greeting you with that beautiful "bon jour madam", nor the countless love stories told here, but it is in the tug of the heart when exposed to the passion of our predecessors.   To see a work of art created by someone hundreds of years ago, and to learn where their motivation came from, releases some sort of creative connection.   I suddenly want to explore my artist within, and am a bit disappointed I live in a world that moves so fast that we aren't all more encouraged to do so.

I am glad I got up this morning, and didn't waste this opportunity to connect to a world so much bigger than I realize in my day to day life.

American in Paris

Sun, 25 Apr 2010 09:41:45 GMT

Saturday, April 10th, 2010

Well I'm here.   It's Saturday morning when we land.   My body clock tells me I should be getting ready for the 11pm news.   I'm wide awake, even though I didn't sleep a wink on the flight over.   Everyone else in my tour group seems like they are deep in REM sleep, even though they're walking.   Our tour director reminds us that it's best to force yourself to stay up today rather than go right to the hotel and to bed if we hope to have any real chance of overcoming jet lag during our week here.   So we're touring the city.

We're in a bus, so it doesn't require much energy. We just have to listen to all the interesting tid bits our European guide John Andre' is telling us as we pass countless historical hot spots.   It truly is amazing to hear where all the beautiful statues and monuments came from.   And he taps into our morbid curiosity when he shares tales of Joan of Arc, Napoleon, and King Louis XV.    We are all intrigued when he points to the very spot where Marie Antoinette lost her head and there is a collective sigh of sadness when he points out the tunnel where Princess Diana lost her life.    We are American tourists in Paris, every last one of us.

By early afternoon we've enjoyed our first traditional Parisian lunch, complete with a wonderful Bordeaux and more carbs than I've had in a month.   And by the time we enter Notre Dame Cathedral, I'm beginning to wonder why I had any second thoughts about coming.   I am snapping pictures so fast, I'm grateful I bought a new memory card before I left.   I can't believe I'm here.

By nightfall, I'm showered and feeling incredibly relaxed as I pass under the Eiffel Tower (a stone's throw from our hotel) and wander the Trocadero.
As the sun sets I'm having my first Croque monsieur and another nice Bordeaux as I watch the lights of the Tower come on.    They begin to sparkle just as I am diving into my Profiteroles, an incredible Parisian dessert which consists of two small puffed pastries, sliced in half and wrapped around scoops of ice cream, then drizzled with chocolate sauce and topped with whip creme.   Paired with a small cafe that packs more power than the pot of coffee I usually have each morning back home, it's a little slice of heaven.

I'm officially certain I'm going to enjoy my time here.

Trip of a Lifetime

Fri, 23 Apr 2010 08:30:15 GMT

Thursday, April 8th, 2010

I guess I'm one of the lucky people of the world.   I'm taking another trip of a lifetime.   I suppose you can have more than one, but it seems redundant to have four or five trips of a lifetime.   I wasn't exposed to a lot of international travel until later in life.   So the first time I booked a trip to Australia and Tonga ten years ago, that was my trip of a lifetime.   But it wouldn't be my last. Thankfully.  Ironically, I'm going to take two trips to Europe in one year this year.   Well I suppose it actually was one trip in 2009 and one in 2010, but two European vacations in a span of one year.   Pretty wild when I consider I was unemployed for more of that year than I wasn't.   But I figured if there was ever a time to do it, it was when I had the time, which sometimes is harder to come by than the money.

So I went on an impulsive trip to London this past fall.   It was one of those soul-searching kind of trips.   I was considering taking the job I now have.    I was worried about having the opportunity again once I did, so I went.   I spent days wandering London Tower, Westminster, the Parliament building and other hot-spots of the historic city.   I did much of it on my own, which was a bit overwhelming at times and empowering at others.   Bottom line, it was a trip I'll never regret, nor forget. A trip of a lifetime.

And what happened within weeks of that, renewed my belief in the power of "The Secret" or the "Power of Positive Thought" or whatever mantra you choose that summarizes the basic idea of positive vibes.   The Secret preaches that if you want something, believe it is within your power to have, and start living as if it is going to come to you, it likely will.    About the same time I was making plans to head to London, I was presented an opportunity to take a trip to Paris in Springtime.    It would be a working trip of sorts, but that meant low budget and high exposure to all the things people say makes Paris so wonderful.

And so here I am, getting ready to head to Paris.   I fly to Minneapolis today, then hook up with a group there and leave for Paris with them tomorrow.   It's been a bit hectic getting ready to go.    I mean, I just started a new job three months ago.   I'm still living in "temporary housing" and need to sell the house I own in the Twin Cities. One could argue I shouldn't be going anywhere until I get a better handle on my new life back on the Central Coast and the job that came with it.   But I was committed to this before I committed to KSBY, so I'm leaving in a couple of hours.

So I cleaned and packed and left things spotless for the renters who will live in my space while I'm gone.    And I'm sitting down at the beach with a cup of coffee waiting for my ride to the airport.   The seals are putting on a show.   There are about 10 mom and pup seals feeding right below me.     It's adorable.   Mom disappears for a few minutes while the pups bark and look around, as if wondering where she went.   Then up she pops, with something in her mouth which she feeds to the little one.   Then down she goes again.   It's constant activity during this low tide.    It's mother nature, again, putting on a show for me.

The sun is shining. It's supposed to be almost 80 today. The flowers are in full bloom.   And I have a clean house and 9 days off.   I should be so fired up to head to one of the most romantic cities in the world.   But I can't help wondering why I'm going anywhere, given what I'm seeing and feeling in this moment.

But my ride is coming. And I'm trusting in the adventure that always comes with a trip of a lifetime....that I'll be grateful in a matter of hours that I'm doing this.    But someday, I'm going to take a vacation right here at home.   So long little seals.   Keep an eye on things when I'm gone, and don't grow up too much in the next 9 days. I want to watch this show again when I get back.

Beachcombers and Cowboys

Tue, 06 Apr 2010 08:14:03 GMT

April 5th, 2010

I have enjoyed the fringe benefits of taking a job in your home town the past couple of weekends.   I have put off a lot of personal chores (like taxes) and household chores and spent the last two Saturday's catching up.   By Saturday evening I have been ready to enjoy the sunset at the beach.    It's my favorite part of the day.   I love that I can walk down and see Mother Nature's seaside playground and all the activities that go on there as the sun bids its adieu.

I have so many fond memories at the beach. I can remember my mom yelling through the dark to my brother and I that it was time to go as we begged "just one more wave, Mom. We promise. Just one more wave!"   I remember doing homework on the beach in college and opening my books at class the following Monday to sand falling out from between the pages. (I was well-aware I likely would have gotten a lot more done had I been disciplined and headed to the library instead.   But the library was never as much fun.)   So I love evenings when I can sit and soak it all up at the beach, and I'm so grateful to have these prompts into my memory bank.   I can't believe I'm back.

So last weekend, I had planned to head to my folks in Paso Robles for Easter on Sunday morning. But after the sun set over the horizon, I made a last minute decision to head up Saturday night and just be there in the morning.    As I was heading over the grade I was doing some channel surfing on the radio and landed on a country station.   It's the same country station I used to listen to when I was here.   And it wasn't long before I was making the transition to other memories and singing at the top of my lungs with George Strait.

I was remembering Mid-State Fairs and wranglers, cowboy boots and hats.   I recalled team-penning in Templeton, and spending the night on the Carrrizo Plains on the Twisselman's cattle drive.   There were barn dances, and rodeos, and brandings running through my mind, and with each such pleasant memories.   I realized how I had gone from my seaside state of mind, to cowboy country in a matter of minutes. And I grinned ear to ear as it occurred to me just how diverse the central coast is, and  my memories of experiences living here.

It seems I am traveling down an endless memory lane these days.   And I am feeling so blessed to be given the opportunity.   I love that I could be basking in the glow of a coastal sunset one minute, and riding the range of cattle country before darkness had settled in.   And in both scenarios, I am home.

What a wonderful world we live in here on the Central Coast.

Status Check

Fri, 02 Apr 2010 06:54:47 GMT

Thursday, April 1st, 2010

Okay, today is the day I start to get my....life together.   I have moved enough to know that for the first three months, it's just chaotic. It takes that long to begin to feel like you're settled in.  I was hoping because I was coming home, that maybe that rule wouldn't apply this time around.   Wrong.

I still am living in "temporary housing" as my house in Minneapolis hasn't sold.   And while I'm starting to feel like I know most people's names at KSBY, I still don't know how to post video to the web, or take a voice track for a story, and have to ask for help.   It's way better than it was when I started, but the learning 'ain't over.

But there's something about that three month mark that makes me feel like, "Okay, you've made it past the worst part. You're no longer 'the new girl' and you can breathe now."   So I may start actually making plans on the weekends soon.    And while I don't knowhow much longer I'll be living in my current abode, I have had some personal mementos sent to me from my house in Minneapolis. Just putting a few pictures around the place, and having all some of my "stuff" here makes me feel more at home there.

My boss told me when he hired me, he knew my head would be spinning for the first three months, so he wouldn't be judging me too much.   But today marks the start of month #4.   So, probationary period is officially over. I'm still here and still feeling grateful about that.   So, so-long transition time. It's time to shed the coat of scattered days that have led to this day, and move on to the chapter.    And just in time for spring!

Bad Days

Wed, 31 Mar 2010 01:32:33 GMT

March 30th, 2010

Sometimes you just have to give in to them.   Bad days, that is. I'm having one. Or was having one. Nothing dramatic, but I just seemed to wake up the wrong side of something today because it was one mishap after another. It's the kind of day I wish I could go get a do-over on.   Or view from the safety of my bed with the covers pulled up tight and some cheesy lifetime movie on.   They people in those movies always have such drama going on in their lives, it always make me feel better about my life.

No need getting into what's making me declare it a bad day.   Because in the end, they are all so minor they're not worth the energy of repeating. (And I can hear my dear friend Darcy's voice in my head saying "Get over it, JT".)
I decided after my lunchtime mishap that it was best to skip out on my original plans and head somewhere where I could catch up mentally a bit and enjoy comfort food of some sort.   I ended up at Gus's in San Luis Obispo.

There is something comforting about the familiar when you're feeling out of sorts. And when I pulled up along Osos street and found a spot right in front, I began to have hope the second half of my day was going to go better than the first.   I love that this little sandwich shop is right where it was when I left, and looks about the same. The smells were the same. The menu was pretty much the same, and it just felt the same.   I began to breathe easier pretty immediately.

I ordered quickly and grabbed a table out on the patio.   While the sandwich masters worked on my turkey-veggie masterpiece, I soaked up a little sunshine and did a little people-watching.   (And wished I wasn't heading to work next and could have joined the table that got served up an icy cold pitcher of some sort of good looking beverage.)
I didn't plan on this lull in the day and man did I need it.

My sandwich came quickly and I re-discovered the "Gus Grab". I had forgotten how challenging their sandwiches can be to eat, especially if your in work clothes and going to be on T.V. later in the day. I felt a bit awkward trying to get a bite of a sandwich that was bigger than my mouth.    Then I took another look around.

There's no vanity when digging into a deli-creation from Gus's.   You do your best to get as much in your mouth as lands on the table, and immediately start working to save your next bite from falling to the ground as well. And you try not to feel too silly when the bite in your mouth has you looking like you your mama never taught you any table manners.   Novices are spotted immediately.   They are the ones who only grabbed one or two napkins.

I've been to Gus' before but I had forgotten. Then I spied the regulars who had perfected what I call the "Gus Grab". You sacrifice one hand wrapping it around the bottom of your sandwich, and there it stays for the rest of the meal. It's a catch-all of sorts.   There's no setting your sandwich down between bites to pat your mouth with a napkin.   That's what your other hand is for in this case. Once you've taken your first bite doing the Gus Grab, your committed.   You can clean up when your done.

It's one of the blessings of being "new" in old stomping grounds. When you are feeling lost and out of sorts a bit, there are familiar places that serves as little havens on chaotic days.   They help you catch you balance and help you realize, you're not lost. You're home.

Re-learning the ritual of the Gus Grab was as enjoyable as the sandwich.   And since it's a non stop process, I finished up lunch pretty quickly and was able to get to my taxes mailed and get to work on time. (And, I have another half of my turkey veggie masterpiece in the fridge for dinner!).   I think my day has taken a turn for the better.

A Walt Disney Production?

Tue, 30 Mar 2010 08:04:52 GMT

March 29th, 2010

WOW. That's all my dad kept saying as we wound our way along highway 58 on Sunday checking out the wild flowers. My mom, dad, and I had all seen them the week prior, but when I paid them a visit this weekend we decided to take another quick spin to see what new colors that had bloomed since our last visit. 150 miles, and a few hours later, we felt like we had been to Oz.

The wild flowers are amazing this year. They usually are pretty spectacular, but with all the rain we got this winter, they are exceptional this year. We saw a lot of yellows, oranges and purples along highway 58, with splashes of bright yellow on hilltops that didn't seem to have enough topsoil to provide much of a flowerbed.

Then we headed out 46 toward the California Valley and made a trek over Bitterwater Road. You've never seen the San Andreas Fault look so beautiful. Every bend in the road provided a new vista, and all worth stopping and documenting on my camera. Of course, I forgot to charge the batteries on the new fancy one I just bought, so ended up snapping most of my shots with my cell phone. Pretty hard to do the beauty of Mother Nature justice with that.

She is putting on such a show this spring, that I highly encourage all who can to make the trek to one of the wild flower hot spots this week. It's worth effort. It will have you wanting to go get a new Easter outfit covered in flowers and bright colors. It really is an amazingly beautiful time of year on the central coast. I hope you all get a chance to get out and soak it all in.

And for my mid-west friends, mark your calendar and plan your visit for this time of year, next year!

JT

P.S. I have a photo album posted on my facebook page and will post some here later.

A California Contribution

Tue, 23 Mar 2010 07:59:15 GMT

Monday, March 22nd, 2010

We ran a story tonight about the loss of a man who made his mark on the Central Coast.   He made a mark on the state of California..in a big way.

Maynard Potter was the General Manager of the Mid State Fair in Paso Robles for 25 years.   He handed things over to a new boss in 1994.    Now I haven't been to the Mid-State Fair in a few years, but I'm sure it has continued to grow and prosper.    But it was Maynard who put it on the map.

I moved from San Luis Obispo in 1994 to Des Moines, Iowa.   And I can remember my co-workers warning me as we headed out to the fair for live broadcasts how they were sure I'd never seen anything like what I was about to see.   They were partly right. It drew a few more visitors, and they came from all over the state of Iowa. But it didn't dwarf the Mid-State Fair.    And when I met the General Manager and staff of the Iowa State Fair and told them where I came from, they new Maynard.

It was the same when I moved to Minneapolis. The Minnesota State Fair draws a million people each year, and it too is a grand celebration.   But even the powers-that-be there, knew who Maynard Potter was. And all the vendors I chatted with had just made the trek from Paso Robles to Minnesota.   "They sure put on on a production out there" they'd tell me.   And of course they'd continue on with what a beautiful area of the country it is.

I have great memories of the Iowa State Fair, and "The Great Minnesota Get-together".   But some of my best come from the daily trips to Paso Robles during the Mid-State Fair. It is where I got in a ring with rodeo clowns, and learned how brave and important those crazy characters are.   I bungee-jumped live on KSBY-TV at the Mid-State Fair.   I did the reverse bungee with Ty Murray and Tuff Hedeman before one of the early Professional Bull-Riders events that got a bit of its start at Mid-State Fair.   I interviewed George Straight, and Dolly Parton, and got to go behind the scenes with Wynonna Judd.   It may not be the official State Fair of California, but it certainly is a celebration of the West. And for that I think we owe a lot of thanks to Mr. Maynard Potter.

I'm looking forward to heading back there this summer, and I'll make sure to pay a visit to Maynard Mountain Mining town and offer up some thanks for the memories.

Easier Said Than Done

Thu, 11 Mar 2010 06:39:54 GMT

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

I've spent the last couple of days going through pictures and videos of my pal Darcy, who I lost last week.   She died in her sleep last Thursday night. It's still sinking in, and it's been difficult to be away from all the people who knew and loved her.   My folks did for sure.   They called her their "other daughter" and Darcy called my them her "other parents".    And they understand the magnitude of the loss of Darcy. But it's hard coming to work and when people ask how you are, being honest.   How do I possibly explain how incredible she was as we pass in the hall?   "One of my best friends died this week" just doesn't seem to do it.

Darcy was a force to be reckoned with. She was something special.   I know everyone says that about people when they die. But she really was.   Anyone who got to know her, knows that. And they're feeling the loss this week.

I always was amazed by her. But I came to be more so, the more I got to know her.   Some of you may remember the blog I wrote a few years ago the day she said something to me that stopped me cold.   I repeat her words in my head all the time.

I was having one of those days at work at WCCO.   I had been sent on one story, then another. I had a project to wrap up, and you get the idea. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed and frustrated. I came marching into the green room to get my make-up on for the newscast, and must have heaved a sigh of woe. Darcy was in there getting ready herself, and asked me what was wrong.   I proceeded to vent about my day.   She listened, and then as she rolled on over to put her things away, she said to me "Get over it".

I was stunned. And then I laughed, and said "Thank you Darcy. I needed that."   It took only a moment to realize how inane my complaints were.   Darcy never complained and yet she dealt with more before she ever rolled into the newsroom than I had that whole day.   She didn't need to say it. She was just reminding me in a way only she could have.

Darcy honestly brought a light into a room when she entered it.   As morning coffee was still being consumed, and sleepy eyes tried to focus on the day ahead in our morning editorial meetings, she would come in made-up, with a smile, and a cool breeze of positive energy.   "I have the greatest story for you today", she would say, as most of us sat around still trying to come up with some possibilities.   It would seriously blow me away sometimes.   Especially when I took a moment to think of all she had already been through that day, just to get dressed and to work.   Yet, 9 times out of 10 she had already also made a stop at the police department to check and see if anything was going on there worth covering.

She was a force of nature...a wonderful force that brought good to this world. To us. To me. Her smile and positive outlook came with her to happy hours, parties, and sporting events. She made each and every one, more fun. Always. And while I know she had them, I never saw her indulge in her dark days. Yet, she was always willing to indulge me in mine.   When I lost my job. When my dog died. When I was packing up my things to leave Minneapolis. Darcy was there with a dose of support from her seemingly endless supply of positive energy.

I honestly don't know how she did it.   I even remember her calling to tell me "she was running late" one time, but not to worry, she would be there. She was calling from an ambulance.   She had been loading a patio umbrella into her van (by herself) and her foot had caught on a rough edge.  When she backed her wheelchair up it sliced a gash in her leg so deep, medics insisted on the ambulance ride because she was losing blood too fast.   She showed up an hour or so later with her stitches and bandages.

I could tell story after story. Trust me that Darcy had every right that day to tell me to "Get Over It".   I am lucky to have known her, because I honestly can say she changed my way of thinking about life.   I forget now and then, but eventually, her words ring in my ear, and I "get over it". At least until I need reminding again.

My struggle now, though, is how to get over losing her. I am remembering her laugh, her sense of adventure, and the incredible fun she brought to my days.   I was looking forward to a few of those days at the end of this month when she came to visit me in my new home.   I am having trouble getting over the fact that trip isn't going to happen, and that she won't be there when I pay a visit to the Twin Cities tomorrow.

I think it's going to be helpful to be around others who knew Darcy.   It will be nice to share stories, pictures and laughs.   And while I'm sure she wouldn't want us wallowing in grief, or shedding too many tears, it's inevitable for awhile. And it will be good to be around those who understand, those who had the blessing of crossing paths with this force of nature, and who are also having a bit of trouble "getting over it" these days.

Damn Darcy-Girl. I miss you.

Not Fair

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 07:03:40 GMT

March 5th, 2010

My phone started wringing in the early hours this morning.   The first time I assumed it might be a friend out too late who wanted to leave me a funny message of some sort.   But then the calls kept coming, I knew something was wrong.   I was right. I just didn't expect this.

One of my best friends died in her sleep last night. She was 47.   It's not fair. Nothing was fair in my book about Darcy's life, and now her death has left me feeling the same way. I'm still in shock. I don't really believe it yet.

Darcy Pohland was a co-worker of mine at WCCO-TV (you'll likely be able to learn a lot about Darcy today there as stories and comments are posted.)   She had been there since she graduated college as an intern.   That's when she had a horrible accident that left her paralyzed and in a wheelchair.   Fortunately, the powers that be at the station back then had the foresight to see what a force of nature she was and opted to hire her on.   She's been breaking stories and making people laugh on air ever since.

She was also one of the people who made me feel at home when I took a job there. And our friendship grew from that day.    I could spend all day sharing the lessons she taught me over the years since then, but I have some things I need to take care of now.    The bottom line is, she is perhaps the most impressive person I have ever known.   On a daily basis I took her words to heart to help me through tough days, and her example of how to live each day as a bar to strive for.

I am posting a link to a blog I wrote awhile back at WCCO, and will try to find another that describes her better than I can today.   Over the last week we've been trying to dial in plans for her to come visit my new home in California with a couple of other friends.   Now I need to dial in plans to get back to Minneapolis for her service and to be with those who are feeling the pain and sense of loss I am today.

I write this simply in the hopes that whatever tough times you may be going through right now, that you might think of a woman who managed to take one more than most of us ever with with a smile and a spirit that said "get over it and get on with it".     And imagine the kind of attitude it took for her to trust her pals to put her on the back of a boat in an inner-tube on Lake Minnetonka with the energy and enthusiasm only Darcy could bring.
Geranimo!   God Darcy-girl, I'm going to miss you.

Try Try Again

Thu, 25 Feb 2010 01:45:33 GMT

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

Sometimes when you take on a big project, you don't always succeed in seeing it to the finish. It's kind of how I felt when I left Iowa to take a job in Minneapolis without getting legislation passed there to crack down on Puppy Mills. I started a foundation with a friend and attorney there where we had a tip line people could call with information on suspected mills. We would pay an investigator to go out and look into it. But when I left Iowa, the foundation, and my efforts in that state kind of went by the wayside.

But today I got some pretty exciting news. The good folks of Iowa overwhelmingly passed an amendment to a measure that would increase inspections of animal breeding operations in order to cut down on abuses.
My fellow animal-lovers continued their efforts and finally made some headway. Sometimes when you take on a big project, you don't always get to see it to the finish. But it's sure nice to know when it does happen.

If You Only Knew

Wed, 24 Feb 2010 01:15:27 GMT

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2010

I like to think if people really knew what their passion for trendy pets leads to, they'd head to the local shelter instead of the local paper or their computers to find their dogs.

Last week the Hollywood City Council adopted an ordinance to prohibit the sale of dogs in pet stores. It's a move that comes with controversy, but unfortunately, restrictions like this can be needed in some communities to keep pet retailers honest. History has shown too many have chosen to get their supply of dogs from "breeders" who run less-than-ethical operations.

How do I know this? I lived in one of the two top states for Puppy Mills. I've been along on raids of facilities that made their money by raising dogs in horrid conditions, then shipped them to pet stores in California and New York where there was a high demand for certain breeds. While many communities have cracked down on the sale of mill dogs in stores, the on-line purchase of animals has made it too easy for questionable breeders to stay in business. And since dog breeders are regulated through the USDA, there isn't the manpower to inspect breeders on a regular basis. That is why it's up to us as dog-owners and lovers to be responsible when looking for a new pet.

I could go on and on, but instead I will post an article I wrote for the Telegram Tribune in Des Moines, Iowa, which was also printed in Dog and Kennel Magazine back in 1999. It was written after I lost a mill dog I had adopted. She was a beautiful German Shepard who had been rescued from a mill raid I covered for the station I worked for in Iowa. I hope it may inspire some to ask some questions when looking for a new dog. And maybe to consider adopting from a rescue organization.

By the way, my second dog was also a rescue, and gave me more than a decade of loyal companionship. I have posted blogs about Madelyn ("Maddie #2) below the article.

MADDIE - a puppy-mill dog

A broken heart has prompted me to write this in hope that it may prevent others from a similar fate. Maddie was one of 150 dogs seized from a puppy mill in Iowa. She was pregnant at the time and taken in by the staff at the South Duff Small Animal Clinic in Ames, Iowa, to be nursed and nurtured until her puppies were born. But weeks later, the puppies were adopted and Maddie was still there. She was very thin, her fur dull and mangy, one ear looked as if a chunk had been bitten off, and she was obviously a recent mother. But Donna Rizzo, DVM, owner of the clinic, had faith that this dog would be a wonderful companion once she had decent care and treatment. And when I saw her play with two of her puppies still waiting to be picked up, I decided to give it a shot.

Maddie turned out to be quite a project.

She was sick the whole way home in the car. Once she was released in the back yard, there was no getting near her. She'd hide in a corner and look at me with those wild eyes. If I approached her, she'd run to another corner. After hours of this, exhausted, she finally laid down, let me come pet her, pick her up and bring her inside. She spent the first few days huddled in the corner of a cage in my bedroom, even though the cage was wide open and she was free to roam and check out her new home. Rizzo said Maddie likely had lived her entire five years in a cage and that was probably the only thing familiar to her.

And that was the way it was for days. This dog never wagged her tail, never barked, never showed any enthusiasm. She wasn't housebroken, knew no tricks and didn't show any interest in the dozens of toys I had bought for her.

I believed I had made a horrible mistake. She was scared of grass, and I had to walk out on it first to show her it was OK. She didn't kow how to handle the three steps off my deck to the back yard and tumbled down them. Any sudden movement made her cower and run. She may have been 5 years old, but it seemed as if she was getting her first taste of freedom. And I was beginning to feel like a prisoner trying to take care of her.

At some point, Maddie realized I loved her and would not hurt her and she became my dog. She followed me from room to room and would settle there. She'd lay by my feet as I brushed my teeth in the morning, then follow me out as I got the morning paper, and then lay with me as I read it. She followed me to the kitchen to make coffee, to the bedroom to get ready for work and to the gate as I headed out. When I came home, she was there waiting and ready to chase her tail and put on a welcome-home show when I opened the gate.

Maddie was turning into the dog I always wanted.

She was getting the chance to be a playful puppy, and for the first time since I moved to Iowa, I felt like I had a family here and a home, because of Maddie.

Unfortunately, she never had the chance for a long healthy life. Years of malnutrition, neglect and having puppies did a number on Maddie's insides. Rizzo and I hoped a special diet and medication would help Maddie's body heal from the extensive parasite damage. And while there were weeks when it appeared as if that would work, Maddie never developed much of an appetite. In the final three weeks I had her, she had virtually none. She continued to lose weight, and on the day before Christmas Eve I decided I had to put her through the trauma of more tests. Those tests confirmed Maddie was very sick, and Rizzo's exam convinced her that Maddie was not very comfortable.

I think now the reason Maddie would not let me out of her sight in the final days is that she knew she was near death and didn't want to die alone. We did not let that happen.

The long holiday weekend was already under way, but Rizzo met me at the clinic after hours, on her own time, allowing me to be there with her when she put Maddie down. She gave me some time alone with my dog and I just petted Maddie and tried to make her as comfortable as possible. When I was ready, Rizzo came in and gave Maddie a shot. Maddie just looked at me, licked away my tears as if to say it was OK and peacefully laid her head down. I knew she was no longer in pain, but my heart was breaking, I really believe Maddie wanted so badly to live, but she never had a chance.

When Rizzo confirmed Maddie was gone, she told me how this animal had been through too much in her first five years of life to fight all the illnesses she suffered. After I inquired, she gave me more details of how Maddie must have lived as a puppy-mill dog. She likely had two litters a year, which means she had about 100 puppies in her short life - all taken from her too soon. She likely was fed garbage, or at least what most of us would never consider feeding a domestic animal. And she probably lived outside and certainly never had play time.

As I left Rizzo's office, I asked her how many others like Maddie are still out there and she said thousands. She said the only way to stop it is to educate people that when they buy puppies from pet shops in malls and such, they likely are buying puppies born from an animal like Maddie. As long as there is a demand for cute, little, cuddly puppies - and no questions asked about there they came from - puppy mill operators will continue to supply them. And I find it hard to believe most people would contribute to such a tragic scenario if they knew the damage they were doing.

I appreciate you taking the time to read Maddie's story and hope it inspires you to appreciate the pet you have and protect those out there without the luxury of a loving home.

http://jeanettetrompeter.com/Blog/MissingMadelyn.aspx

http://jeanettetrompeter.com/Blog/SweetCondolences.aspx

http://jeanettetrompeter.com/Blog/SentimentalJourney.aspx

Pismo Beach Therapy

Thu, 18 Feb 2010 09:35:23 GMT

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. If that's true, and I was to share all the images I carry with me from this past Saturday afternoon, this is going to be one long blog.

I'll try to widdle it down.

I had spent much of early Saturday afternoon with my landlords trying to get the T.V. system working in my rental. I've come to know the Dish TV operators by first name over the last couple of weeks.   Anyway, we got it done, but I was kind of wound-tight by then, and needed to burn some energy and soak up at least the last few hours of a beautiful 80-degree day along the coast.

I had forgotten it was the Saturday of a three-day holiday weekend when I took off on my bike toward Pismo Beach.   As I pedaled into downtown Pismo I was quickly reminded.   And I remembered how crazy that place can get on three-day-weekends. Especially with the sunshine and temperatures of this past weekend.

Now you can deny it if you want, but as I remember it, lot of locals tend to steer clear of Pismo on holiday weekends. Too many tourists.  We get spoiled here on the central coast having the miles of sandy beach pretty much to ourselves Monday through Friday. I was kind of feeling that way myself as I tried to work my way through large crowds, loud cars, a few too many people too busy to pay attention to where they were going.    I was beginning to think I made a mistake.   Then I locked the bike up and strolled out onto the beach.

It was kind of loud there too. But it wasn't the boom boom boom of car stereos.   It was the squeals of delight from people all over the beach.    I smiled at the first group of kids digging their way to complete sand coverage of each other.   I can only imagine the sand they took home with them in their bathing suits. With each and every scenario I passed, I smiled again. In fact, I didn't stop smiling the whole time I was on the beach.

My heart smiled at the sight of 6 girls playing out in the waves. They ranged in age from about 6 to 12 or so.  They hadn't reached the age of worrying what they were doing and who was watching them. They were marching one after another up and down line of waves hitting them waste high.   The silhouette of them with the backdrop of the sinking sun, and their squeals each time a wave broke their stride was priceless.  At some point, the two youngest ran up the beach full speed to share their adventures with mom and dad while the four older girls joined hands and faced the waves head-on. They'd stroll with confidence right toward the coming force of nature, as if their show of unity might tame it's power.   They'd then get tossed off their feet when it hit and jump up squealing again as they struggled to get their footing. They were having an absolute blast and so was I watching them.

There were couples cuddling and posing for Valentine's pictures, a teenager boy sneaking up on his girl and sweeping her up into a twirl through the air that looked like a Hallmark card, and a family finishing up the sand-castle they must have been working on all day long.   I watched them stand with pride while someone took a snapshot to document this red-letter day on the beach, and then just head toward the parking lot.

I would have been happy with the natural beauty of the beach alone. But to see all these people enjoying it with the enthusiasm that often only comes when you've driven a few hours to get there, made it all the better.   As I headed off the beach and back to my bike, I saw the families on hotel balconies yelling down to their friends relatives, and others firing up the grills on condos rented for the weekend. They had all scored a sweet spot for a weekend get-away to the beach, and you could tell they were lovin' it. I was riding the wave of their excitement.

I left feeling so incredibly grateful...for living where I do, and seeing it through their eyes on this particular Saturday.

So, though you may prefer your walks down the beach on less-crowded days when you're more likely to run into a neighbor than a visitor to our area, I encourage you to brave the crowds of a sunny weekend in Pismo too.
It guarantee you'll appreciate those mid-week walks even more, and maybe take it all less for granted.

Dang, there really is no place like home on the Central Coast.

Soak it up my friends. (And for those who live out of the area, come pay a visit!)

JT

Now I Know

Tue, 16 Feb 2010 09:18:54 GMT

February 15, 2010

About a month. Now I know. If you read my blog a month ago I was wondering as I entered back into the work-a-day-world how long it would take for me to lose the balance I had seemed to find during my soul searching of the previous few months. I lost my balance immediately as far as I tried to get a footing in a new job, with new co-workers, new duties, and new ways of doing just about everything.   But I'm talking about a different kind of balance.   The kind that keeps you sane.

I knew it wouldn't be easy. Starting anything new has it's challenges.   But I re-grouped and re-loaded every morning as I took my coffee down to "my bench" by the beach and soaked in the serenity to be found there. I am not really a morning person, but as soon as I awoke and realized where I was...home in California, near the beach, I jumped out of bed, put some sweats on and decided to complete my waking up ritual with Mother Nature.

It seemed every day I was overwhelmed with the beauty before me. The seagulls that took a pass by me seemed to be doing so just to say Good Morning.   The seals riding the rhythm of the waves on their backs seemed to be showing off a little and though I can't see their eyes from the bench, I swear they were looking right at me.  Sometimes I seriously wanted to cry I felt so grateful.   And I wondered how long it would take for this newness, this appreciation and euphoria that usually comes to one early in a love affair, to pass.    Sadly, I found out last week.

My daily duties got the best of me and for the first time since I moved here, I didn't make it down to the bench, or the beach or anywhere near the beauty just down street for my morning coffee.   I made it as far as the computer, or the couch as I took a phone call instead.   I felt like "life" got a hold of me before I got a hold of myself. And I paid the price.   By mid-week, my workdays were growing longer and my temper growing shorter.   By Friday, the only thing I was feeling thankful for was that the week was drawing to a close.

But before it did, I managed to salvage a little sanity out of it.  I decided the rest of the world could wait for me until I took my coffee and a few minutes to myself down by the beach.   It was amazing the difference it made.
I sat there and at first all I saw was the waves. Then I noticed the birds floating by. And there were the seals. They weren't riding the waves today, but bobbing up and down near a big rock they sometimes use as a sunbathing deck.    As I watched them I wondered how in the heck, with the tide where it was, they thought they could make up there.   Silly me. They were simply waiting for the right wave and upsy daisy, heave ho, up they went. With that initial surge, they managed to get most of their pudgy bodies un there, then wiggled the rest of themselves the rest of the way. I could almost hear them grunting. I imagine that's how I must look trying to get back on the inner-tube behind the boat when I fall off.

Within a matter of minutes I was totally absorbed in their little show, and was smiling on the outside and within. When I saw the dolphins leap and dive through the swells to my left, I couldn't believe it, and wondered this whole little show wasn't staged just for me as a lesson to never skip out on this part of my day again.

A month. That's how long it took for me to lose my balance a bit. 10 minutes. That's all it took to get it back.

I can't help wondering how differently my days would have gone had I not skipped that morning ritual last week, and how differently all of us might act if we all did something like that every day.

So here's to carving out a little quiet for ourselves every single day.    Cheers, my friends.

JT

Small World

Fri, 12 Feb 2010 09:33:55 GMT

Thursday, February 11th, 2010

So I'm kind of fired up about the Olympics starting tomorrow. Especially because I work for an NBC affiliate now, so I can kind of get paid to watch them. I'm looking forward to the opening ceremonies tomorrow night. And while I don't have any real local ties (well any ties really) to any of the athletes, I'm still excited I'm going to have some friends there for all the pomp and circumstance.

One of my oldest and bestest (yes, I know that's not a read word) friends is there covering the behind the scenes hoopla for KING-TV in Seattle. (I met him years ago when we worked together her at KSBY!) And I have a friend from St. Paul, Minnesota who is spending six weeks in Vancouver working the P.R. end of it and helping the media get their jobs done. So day before yesterday, I get a picture message on my phone. Talk about small world. This is my buddy Allen Schauffler from Seattle, and Kathy O'Connor from St. Paul.

The ran into each other totally by chance, made the connection, and sent a howdy to me. I haven't heard the story of how they figured out the mutual connection to me, but I love it. I'll be looking forward to hearing all their stories of their big adventure. And I imagine they're going to be sharing some stories with each other of their JT adventures. So glad they're both good trustworthy friends and tales told in Vancouver will stay in Vancouver/

Cheers my Friends, and Happy Friday!

Rediscovery

Sat, 06 Feb 2010 01:48:19 GMT

Friday, January 5, 2010

Phew, it's been a week. But it's been full of good.   Just a little busy.    I moved. Again.   I had been in temporary housing and made the move Monday to a less-short-term place.   I still don't know where I'll be living long-term, until I know if my house back in Minneapolis will sell.    But at least I can settle in a bit and that's nice.

I started a new segment here at KSBY which is going to be a blast to do. It's called "No Place Like Home" and it's a chance for me to rediscover all the things that brought me back to this beautiful region of the country.   My first one aired last night, and my colleagues and I agreed, we should have eaten before the 6pm news last night.   That's because as it was airing, our mouths were watering.   Thank goodness I had time for dinner last night, and Dave Hovde to rush me to the nearest restaurant serving Tri-tip sandwiches. (For my mid-west friends, do make the effort to sample this regional favorite if you ever get out this way.)

I'm also rediscovering the joys of small-town life, and home.   I have company in from Minneapolis this weekend and high on their desired agenda is a golf game. Or six.   But though they arrived safely last night, their luggage and golf clubs did not.   And even though the airline said they'd be here today by noon, they weren't.   Just when I thought I was going to see grown men cry, I see some old friends instead.   I make the introductions and when they ask what we're doing at the airport, and I explain, they take over.   Within 15 minutes, the boys had clubs, shoes, visors, gloves, and everything they needed to bide their time until the next plane, and hopefully their luggage arrives.     No deposit, no return deadline. Just old friends introducing me to a new friend who happened to know where they could get geared up quickly.

I sent the boys on their way grinning ear to ear, not only because they were going to get to golf, but because of the kindness they were offered at the airport, and the golf club they were sent to for help.    There are constant reminders there is no place like home.   And the rediscovery of all it offers sure is nice. Now, if I could just get those boys to care as much about getting some fresh clothes and toiletries as they do their golf game....

Have a great weekend friends!

JT

With a Little Help From my Friends

Wed, 27 Jan 2010 08:51:00 GMT

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Okay, I'm feeling better today. I'm starting to get over the Vikings painful loss over the weekend. It helps I guess that all my colleagues are loving bringing it up over and over...to the point it gets funny. And then I have these wonderful viewers who can't resist the jokes going around. Jim Eaton sent me one I couldn't resist passing on today. I'm doing so with love and respect for my friends back in Minne-SOH-tah: Part of my heart will always be there. You betcha.

----------------------------------------------------
Ole and Sven die in a snowmobile accident, drunker than skunks, and go to
Hell.

The Devil observes that they are really enjoying themselves. He says to
them 'Doesn't the heat and smoke bother you?

Ole replies, 'Vell, ya know, ve're from nordern Minnesooota, da land of
snow an ice, an ve're yust happy fer a chance ta varm up a little bit, ya
know.'

The devil decides that these two aren't miserable enough and turns up the
heat even more.

When he returns to the room of the two guys from Minnesota, the devil
finds them in light jackets and hats, grilling Walleye and drinking mead.

The devil is astonished and exclaims, 'Everyone down here is in total
misery, and you two seem to be enjoying yourselves and I want to know
why!'

Sven replies, 'Vell, ya know, ve don't git too much varm veather up dere
at da Falls, so ve've yust got ta haff a fish fry vhen da veather's dis
nice.'

The devil is absolutely furious. He can hardly see straight. Finally he
comes up with the answer.

The two guys love the heat because they have been cold all their lives.
The devil decides to turn all the heat off in Hell.

The next morning, the temperature is 60 below zero, icicles are hanging
everywhere, and the inhabitants of hell are shivering so bad that they
are unable to wail, moan or gnash their teeth.

The devil smiles and heads for the room with Ole and Sven. He gets there
and finds them back in their parkas, bomber hats, and mittens. They are
jumping up and down, cheering, yelling and screaming like mad men.

The devil is dumbfounded, 'I don't understand, when I turn up the heat
you're happy. Now its freezing cold and you're still happy. What is wrong
with you two?'

They both look at the devil in surprise and say, 'Vell, don't ya know, if
hell iss froze over, dat must mean da Vikings von da Super Bowl'

One of Those Days

Wed, 27 Jan 2010 08:57:13 GMT

Monday, January 25th, 2010

Sometimes the best of intentions can't overcome a day that just wasn't meant to go down as a one of your best.
I tried this morning.  But it wasn't easy when the first thing I thought of when I woke up was last night's Viking's game. It wasn't a dream.  Dammit. It was more of a nightmare...at least in the final seconds of the 4th quarter.
It's not that I am against the Saint's going to the Superbowl, it's just that I really wanted it to be the Vikings.

It seemed for awhile that the drama of the game...the fumbles, the late hits, the back and forth of the contest was just leading up to the legendary comeback story of Brett Favre.   He gets knocked down, but he gets up again...and again and again.   I'm sure even he would say it would have all been worth it if he had a couple of weeks off now to get ready for the fun of Miami.   But he no doubt if feeling the agony of defeat more than me or any other Vikings fan.

So, I tried to let it go and focus on the fact that I was able to just spend the night at my folks after a family gathering that lasted most of the day.   How fun that I wasn't getting up early to get on an airplane, but making a 40 minute drive home to get ready for work.

But I've just been a bit off today. All day. And when I walked out to the set a few minutes ago for our new 10pm newscast, it wasn't until after the whole thing ended, I realized why I felt so lost.   It seemed I constantly had my scripts out of order.   Every time I looked up to read a story, the words on the prompter were different than those about to come out of my mouth. Or those on the scripts I had just been looking at.   Turns out I had printed up the 11pm newscast scripts.   Oh well, at least I should be prepared for the 11!

So there is a silver lining.    I'm not quite ready to look for one in the case of what went down last night.   At least not until after the Superbowl has come and gone and this season gets a little more distant in the rear view mirror,.

Be Gone With You

Fri, 22 Jan 2010 06:09:07 GMT

Thursday, January 21, 2010

I'm over it. I'm seriously over it. No, I'm not talking about the weather.  Of course I'm eager for sunshine and 70's again.   But you have to remember, I've been living in places where that wouldn't happen for months yet. So I can wait a few weeks while these storms pass.

I'm want to be done with cold and cough I've been fighting since the night before my first day at KSBY.   I'm over it. My body is not.   It has been so challenging to get through the later newscasts. You know how it is when you are sick. You always feel worst in the mornings and evenings. Well my evenings are now spent on air, and on too many night's I've been fighting coughing attacks behind the scenes.   And sometimes right there in front of all of you.
My apologies.

I've given in and resorted to cough syrup, but I don't care if it says "Daytime Non-Drowsy" or not.   It always makes my head go numb to a certain degree.   So I'm left trying to choose the lesser of two evils: stepping out on the set scared I'm going to humiliate myself by launching into a coughing fit during some serious and important story, or stepping out on the set feeling a little less choked up, but a lot less focused.   It's a crap shoot really.

The good news is, I really do seem to be improving.  And in talking to others who've lived with this nagging cold over the holidays, 3-weeks to a month seems to be the standard courtship.   So if I play the odds, I should be getting back to normal sometime next week.

Let's hope.   Because I'm sick of being sick.   And I'm really okay with the rain sticking around through the weekend. It will give me a chance to curl up with some good videos and a good book, and kick this thing once and for all.   Then I can be full-speed ahead when the sunshine and 70's return!

Hang tough my friends. Hovde says the worst is over.    And by the way, I'm totally impressed with the efforts of the KSBY crew this week covering so many aspects of the storms as they've moved through.   It's clear I've signed on with a good team of people here.

Cheers!
JT

Weathering the Storm

Wed, 20 Jan 2010 05:59:54 GMT

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

Whoever said it never rains in California didn't spent much time here during El Nino years.   Much of the state is getting hit with a series of storms this week and the Central Coast is no exception.

When I got up this morning, there wasn't much time for coffee.   I could hear the winds blowing the patio furniture around on my roof, so up I went in my pajamas in the hopes of beating the rain to batten down the hatches. (I'm guessing my neighbors are getting used to me wandering outside in my jammies after my morning sunrise runs and this morning's antics.)

I felt like I was in a movie scene from either Twister or A Perfect Storm.   It was me versus Mother Nature to lay claim to the picnic table and lounge chairs.    I think I won.   We'll see when I get home tonight.   It was kind of exciting, actually. And I was fairly proud of myself when I managed to dash down the stairs to safety just as the sky opened up. Chalk one up for me in this battle.

My worthy opponent didn't take long to send me a reminder of who's really in charge. Just as I settled into my corner of the couch with a cup of coffee, I almost spilled all over myself when she smacked the neighborhood with a huge clap of thunder, and winds that had me wondering if the patio set wasn't the only thing vulnerable this morning.

Thankfully, my neighborhood withstood this onslaught, and within a couple of hours I was wandering out in sunshine to check the waves. The pacific still looked angry.   It was a weird combination...the violence of the whitecaps and the serenity of the sunshine, palm trees, and blue sky starting to take center stage for the time being.

In talking to Mr. Hovde, it sounds like our afternoon lull will be short-lived.   Hopefully it last long enough for some of the clean-up to be done in neighborhoods where Mother Nature threw a real temper tantrum.   And you may want to take this opportunity to get things secured before round three.   It may not rain often in California, but it certainly is this week.   And when storms come packing the punches they have been so far, it's not a bad idea to get your footing ahead of time so you can take 'em standing up.

.

Haiti Help

Thu, 14 Jan 2010 06:57:37 GMT

Wednesday, January 13th, 2010

If you are like me and feeling helpless watching all the devestation in Haiti, and wishing you could do more, I have an easy one for you. The power of a lot of people doing just a little is evident in the Red Cross's texting campaign.
Anyone with a mobile phone and an account with a major wireless carrier can text the phrase “Haiti” to the number 90999 and donate $10 to the Red Cross. That amount is charged to the donor’s cellphone bill. And according to New York Times bloggers, the campaign has already raised $1.2 million dollars! It's nice to have a story like this to report on when the news coming out of Haiti is so sad.

Catchin' Up

Wed, 13 Jan 2010 06:17:55 GMT

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Hi Friends.
Well, I'm beginning to catch my breath.   And I'm beginning the process of catching up.

I've almost caught up with the schedule of news updates, script deadlines, and promo shoots for each day at KSBY. I still haven't figured out my voice mail at work.  And I'm having trouble with my new company cell phone. It does more than my computer, and I can't even figure out how to unlock it, so I'm thinking it's going to be awhile until I'm using it much. I'll have to add reading the instructions to my "to do" list.

I haven't mastered company e-mail, but I can send and receive, so that's good.   I still need to learn how to page someone over the intercom, pick up a call that comes to the general newsroom number, and find out where that second ladies room is.   But I'm sitting here with a few minutes to send a blog, so at least I'm not feeling that I could crash and burn at any minute.  This may be the first time I haven't felt that since I first walked into the newsroom.

I'm catching up at home too. I found the nearest dry cleaner.   I managed to print up the requirements for a California Driver's license, and I got a P.O. box to make sure I get bills during this time of limbo with my living arrangements.   I'm still working on getting my new address to all those companies that send them. But I watered the plants in the house I'm renting, figured out the how the washing machine works, and even got to a yoga class today.   Things are beginning to settle a little.

But the catching up that will take awhile longer is the best kind. And I am blessed to have such a project ahead of me.   It's been 15 years since I left this place, but I'm finding out I still have a lot of friends here.

With the advent of facebook, the web, and this blog, I'm hearing from people I haven't talked to in years.  Some are dear friends I have kept up with over the years, but now we're once again living in the same town.   The calendar is filling up with events of theirs I can now attend.

Some are friends I managed to lose touch with, but I'm finding out what's been happening in their world over the last few years. And now I want to find time to hear more, and fill them in on my adventures.

And some are acquaintances I never thought I'd hear from again. I'm glad I am now.

I'm hearing from old contacts I used to rely on to break stories.   I have crossed paths with a doctor who once fixed my broken elbow.    And I've bumped into a guy who ran the watering hole I used to frequent.

It's all a hoot. And it's making this disorientation I'm feeling with the move and new job, a little less agonizing. But it's weird...stepping back into a world you've been away from for awhile. Things have changed since I've left. And I'm still catching up on the how and when it all happened.

And it's still odd to be able to invite my Mom and Dad to the beach for lunch tomorrow. Or my brother for a birthday celebration this weekend.   But I love the fact, that if he can't make it, we can do it next weekend. Because I'm not going anywhere. At least any time soon.   And that's a good thing, because I have a lot of catching up to do.

When Everything Old is New Again

Thu, 07 Jan 2010 06:41:35 GMT

January 6th, 2010

I've heard it said, if you're not growing, you're dying...or something like that. Well at least I know I'm not dying.   I know that because I'm experiencing growing pains. Again.   You'd think you reach a point in life where they kind of stop, or at least subside some.   Not for me.  Not right now.

I've been through them before. Of course we all have. For me they've been most obvious with each new move to a new city and new job.   Everything is new and you have to learn it all in as short of time as possible. It feels like baptism by fire at times. I remember trying to find my way through downtown Minneapolis streets, which are riddled with one-way signs, no-turn signs, bus lanes, bike lanes and light rail tracks that leave you feeling like you've made a turn that could cost you your life. And it could.   It makes looking for street signs to find where you are going next to impossible.   At least not without the people behind you blaring on their horns, and cops dumbfounded you could make their job of making ticket quotas so easy.

Then there's the process of finding parking, working your way through a maze of skyways, and shuffling through your collection of key cards needed for nearly every door or gate you need to pass through.

This move would be easier. And for sure it has been. I know San Luis Obispo.   I know the streets. I know where the grocery stores are, as well as the gas stations, pharmacies, dry cleaners, and closest Taco Bells.   Heck, I even know of a good doctor and dentist in town. But that doesn't mean I'm not still dealing with finding my way around, and growing pains that come in all sort of ways.

I suppose I really started to notice theme last Sunday night when I stepped into my partially stocked closet and took inventory of what I had remembered to pack for this three months of transition living.   It wasn't so much that I had forgotten to pack black shoes, or brought too many jackets and not enough pants, or that I forgot how warm it can be in January her and brought too many heavy winter suits.   What was really a problem was that I hadn't really tried any of these clothes on since I quit working months ago.

My time-out from the real world was filled with travel, happy hours, and a decent amount of comfort eating.    Pasta and I forged a profound relationship that seemed meaningful and was unfortunately, too long-lasting.   So I was feeling the "growing pains" of a different sort as I tried to lay out a week's worth of outfits for my new job.   Good thing I'll be a little too busy to be spending too much time at the kitchen table for the next few weeks.

And then I showed up at my first day on the job.   I don't care how much experience you have, when you step into a new work environment, you start feeling pretty ignorant, pretty fast.   I went through the usual H.R. processes...sign your tax forms, acknowledge there are behaviors at work that can get you fired, and arrange your automatic deposits for the paychecks that will finally be coming in.   Then the chaos begins.

You meet all your new co-workers.   Some I know from my first spin through KSBY. But there are ton of new faces, and names, and as much as I try, those names often escape me 30 seconds after I've shaken hands and been introduced.   It makes remembering what their role here is next to impossible. At least for a few days.   You get your new desk, your new phone, computer, and e-mail account and password.   And then you realize you don't now how to use half of it.

I've had to bug my new co-workers a hundred times in the last two days to ask them "how do you do this" and "how do I log on to that". And trying to write a few scripts has left me feeling like a college student. Everything seems to be a little to totally different from what I'm used to.  And I'm definitely going to need a tutorial on their editing system.   I feel lost most of the day.

It's all left me off-balance. Literally.   I have turned into the most accident-prone person in the county. Maybe the state.   I find myself bumping into the corners of desks, tripping on cords that are right there in plain sight, as well as curbs in the parking lot, rocks on the sidewalk and sometimes my own damn feet.

It's gotten even worse since I almost took out the entire KSBY set as well as their expensive plasma set used as a back drop for reporters fronting stories..   You see, nothing is where it is supposed to be, at least according to my inner navigation system, and when I went to walk off the set after an update Monday, I didn't notice the step down I needed to take first.   I went down fast, like a fall on the ice.   Except I managed to cover a lot of ground and connect with all kinds of equipment on my way.

It had the potential to be so ugly.   My co-anchor Tony could have been doing the news by himself from the newsroom instead of the studio. And he'd have to explain to our bosses that he was doing that because the new chick destroyed the set and is home soaking in ice.  I am a little sore, but fine, and the production crew was able to restore the set to it's original condition.

It's going to get better, I know.   But I can attest to the fact that everything old can be new again. And it all comes with a learning curve.   But hey, at least I'm growing.   And not just out of my clothes.

Time to get to work.   Happy Day my friends!

JT

School Night

Mon, 04 Jan 2010 05:19:20 GMT

January 3rd, 2010

Well it's been a glorious start to the new year.   The weekend was full of sun, sand and relaxation, but I'm dealing with feelings I haven't had in a few months; the feelings that come with the reality of a school night after a great weekend like this one.    And it's bigger than that really. It's more like the one before the first day of school every fall. I'm going to be in a whole new classroom, with a new teacher, new classmates...heck I'm even going to a new school. Okay, it's not really a new school. I've gone to classes here before but things have changed since then.  It's exciting and a bit anxiety producing as well.  After all, it's been a long summer break for JT.   For instance, I've been dressing casually so long, I realized as I looked through my closet tonight I failed to pack a lot of the things I'm going to be needing in the coming weeks.

It's not like my "summer break" was all fun in the sun. But I'm actually hoping I can keep the state of mind I managed to find during this time out.   I hope to fight what happens when your in the real world working every day.   Time is short, and nerves are frazzled. At least mine usually were. It took so long not to wake up in a panic that I was late for something at the beginning of my time "on the beach".   After reality set in, it took some time to get over the worry of what's next.   And it took the longest to learn how to just relax and trust it was all headed where it was supposed to...and that answers would come to me when they were the right ones.

I'm so grateful the way things have played out.   I know I'm lucky to be headed to work tomorrow, and to be living where I am.   And while it was hardly stress-free, I feel so grateful for the time I've had slow things down a bit and process it all.   It's hard to listen to your inner voice when there is so much noise drowning it out.    I want to keep working on the peace that comes with sitting still more often than I was used to and I know that's going to be more challenging starting tomorrow.

So while I'm feeling all the anxieties that come with the first school night of a new year, I'm perhaps most worried about losing too much of my summer state of mind.   Here's hoping I can, and that I get along well with all of my new classmates.   Time for bed. I have a big day ahead!

Livin' the Dream

Thu, 31 Dec 2009 08:08:38 GMT

December 31, 2009

Beware of dreams come true.   You've probably heard that before, but it probably came in the form of "Be careful what you wish for".   We've all experienced the peril of ignoring that warning at some point or another.   We've dreamt about the handsome guy across the office only to discover he's really sort of a nightmare once you get to know him.   Or we've wished for that new fancy car, only to find out it's upkeep costs more than your monthly mortgage payments. Or how about this one: we've dreamt of more free time to write that book or take that vacation we've thought about so many times, only to find ourselves with a pink slip, or a failed investment.   Suddenly we have too much time on our hands and too little money in our bank accounts to think about anything but our worries and woes.   Like I said, be careful what you wish for. Beware of dreams come true.

But on the other hand...maybe it's not that we need to beware of dreams come true, but be AWARE of them.   Sometimes I think we don't see it happening. It's probably because most of the time, we don't really believe they can. So we're not noticing what's unfolding right before our eyes.   We've also heard this before: Never stop dreaming. Believe in your dreams.   Dreams really do come true.   But I don't think were very good at noticing when the proof of those statements comes to be.

I don't know about you, but 2009 was a kind of tough year for me.   It's not one I'll likely look back on and think "Now THAT was a great year." In fact, I'm kind of excited it's about to be history.   It may not have rolled that way for you, but I know plenty of people who feel the same as I do.
2009 brought job losses, deaths, ends to relationships, and financial difficulties to many of us.    And all of that, led to changes.   You know how we are about change.   Especially change we didn't design and call for.   So many Americans got cold-cocked by our economy and were left on our rear-ends like a cartoon character...shaking our heads asking "What just happened".   Before we could even wrap our minds around the answer, the impacts of that blow were already underway, and few were good.   Or so we thought.

I'm not going to try to play Pauliana Pureheart here and paint a big coat of rosy all over the picture of 2009.   But I've had the opportunity for some moments of reflection in the last week, and discovered some realizations that are sure helping me see things from a different perspective.   I didn't want to lose my job. I didn't want to lose my home, my relationships, my dog, my life as I knew it.   Or did I?

It's starting to sink in that I'm actually living here now. I moved out of Mom and Dad's on the 27th and into my own digs for the next few months.   It's a furnished rental just off the beach.   It's not like it feels like home, as none of my "stuff" is here yet.   But I can hang my clothes up, have made a trip to the grocery store, and my toiletries are out of my travel bag and in a drawer in the bathroom.   The holidays are winding down and I'm not getting on a plane any time soon to head back to Minneapolis.  It's still sinking in that I live here now...for good.   And when it does, I realize how amazing it is how things play out.

I have just returned from a morning walk to the beach.   I got up before sunrise this morning worried David may miss his tee-time. (Yes, he's living his dream this holiday week. Golf in the middle of winter.)   I had planned to just go back to bed, but decided to make a quick dash to the rooftop deck before I did to check out the full moon that was still up.   I mean, when you live in a home with a rooftop deck, you just have to take advantage of it, right?   So I grabbed a cup of coffee and wrapped myself in the Snuggie Blanket my nephew gave me for Christmas (yes, people really do buy those things) and headed up.   It was so beautiful.   The moon was going down behind the palm trees and mountain to my right, the sun was coming up over the beach to my left, and the seagulls were welcoming me to the morning of New Year's Eve 2009.   They were the only ones making any noise yet.

I decided it was too amazing to miss out on for another hour or two of sleep so I rushed back downstairs.   I considered getting dressed, but decided any vanity was a waste of precious moments too.   So I refilled the coffee cup, slipped on my Uggs and pulled my Irish Green Snuggie tight around my pink and yellow pajamas in the hopes of camouflaging juts how dreadful my fashion choice was this morning. (I totally ignored the bed-head of hair I was sporting.)   I headed out the front door and down the street to the beach, glad it was just the seagulls up this early.

The beauty of the morning was overwhelming.   I wanted to go knocking on doors asking my neighbors "Do you know what you're missing!?!?!" Then I remembered what I was wearing.   Best to make our first introductions another time.   So there, by myself, I enjoyed the company of the seagulls and watched a beautiful white full moon disappear and beautiful warm sun come up.   The few clouds that were there to greet it, were rewarded with a firey splash of opalescence color.    I sat there thinking "how did I get so lucky?" Wait. Lucky?

It hit me right there.  I didn't plan this moment, but I had dreamt about it many times. I am living, albeit temporarily, in a house above the very beach I used to drive to at sunset years ago and think "Someday I am going to live right here somewhere where I can just walk down to this beach."    At the time I was so broke it seemed so far fetched, but I was young enough to believe it would happen...somehow, someday.   And I can remember visiting the area when I came back to CA to visit family and thinking "I am going to end up back here one day...either to visit my vacation beach home, or to live in it." I even went so far as to make my realtor sister-in-law take me around and show me places for sale, just to make my dream vision a little more clear.  And whether I like to admit it or not, part of my career pursuit to bigger and richer markets was in the quest to end up at the very bench I was sitting on this morning.... to be taking in the views I was, and the sounds and smells that were around me.   I was, in that moment, living a dream come true and my heart was smiling so big I was glad the seagulls were there to share my joy. Or maybe I was sharing theirs.

That's how it happens, you know.   Our dreams come true all the time.   Not how we planned it all necessarily, and sometimes among such chaos, we manage to forget to notice.   Did you always dream of owning a home, but you were so caught up in getting it furnished and fixed up, you failed to notice the magnitude of what the universe had accomplished for you?   Or when the kids are screaming and you are late for work, perhaps the miracle of how God brought these dreams to you as well, completely slips your mind.   Or, dare I ask, how many times have you sat at your desk and thought "There has to be more to life than this" as you daydreamed about other ways to spend your time on this earth.  But now, because you're so concerned about what's next, you haven't noticed you now have the opportunity to find out.

This year has knocked so many of us to our knees.   But I also know I am not alone in feeling it also knocked everything wide open and allowed some of us to find new priorities, new goals, new dreams.

Look, I know we can't put reality on hold while we ponder the little wonders in life all day long.  I still haven't reported to my first day at work yet, and I'm sure I'll lose a little of this rosy perspective after a few weeks of punching the clock, so to speak.   And I'm not trying to say the fears of how you'll pay the bills, or feed your family aren't real and valid.   I'm living a little lighter of heart because I have found a new job, in a place I love.   But I can tell you that a few months ago I felt like my world was falling apart, and it seemed to continue to do so over the months that followed. But somehow, I managed to end up with a cup of coffee in my hand, a snuggie around my shoulders, and my butt on a bench at the beach this morning as I watched the last sunrise of 2009.   It was a year I'd just as soon skipped in many ways, but it brought me here. I wish my dog had been at my feet, but I was still living a dream come true. And I am fairly certain the events of '09 will bring me more dreams come true in 2010.

So keep your eyes peeled in the new year.  Dreams do come true, but they're kind of sneaky in their route to reach you sometimes. Enjoy the heck out of those moments when you realize you really are living the dream.   And keep believing in all those still on their way to you.

Farewell 2009.   Welcome 2010. And may it be a happy new year for all of you.

Cheers, my friends.   Cheers indeed.

JT

Goodbyes are Never Easy

Thu, 31 Dec 2009 04:43:59 GMT

December 22, 2009

It's time.

It's time to say so-long. I feel like the last few months have been full of too many good-byes. So I don't want to dwell on it. But I couldn't leave without acknowledging it. I left Minneapolis last Thursday and am in California for the holidays It still hasn't quite sunk in that I won't be getting on a plane to head back to the mid-west after all the celebrations have ended. As regular readers know (and the rest of you can catch up on by reading back a few blogs) I'm staying here in California to take a job at KSBY-TV and be near family.

The preparations for the move kept me busy enough to keep emotions from running amok. I forgot what a move across the country involves, especially when you are moving more than the few possessions I had as a young professional headed east. But I can't ignore them...the emotions, forever. They come right to the surface when I have to say good-byes. That doesn't mean you should skip them.

It's not like I won't ever be coming back. I have a house there (and thankfully some good tenants in there until it sells) and relationships I'll try to maintain over the distance. And you all. But the fact of the matter is, my life begins here now. Again. I'm thrilled about that. It doesn't mean there's not some sadness in the transition.

I have to say good-bye to Minnesota as my home, and to many of you as neighbors. But I do so with one hell of a grateful heart. I am so thankful for my time there, the adventures I enjoyed and the way I was welcomed into the community. And I am incredibly grateful for the support I've been offered during a difficult time of transition.

I just kept getting lifted up by the magic of Minnesota during that time. And the people who live there. it's not just the letters, e-mails and posts, but the little signals that have told me I'm right on track, even in the middle of a bit of chaos.

The magic comes in the most unexpected moments. Like the time not too long ago when I was walking Madelyn before she took her turn for the worse. I was still at a loss of what the next step in my life should be, but I was beginning to think it would be a step that took me away from the Twin Cities. I was feeling that maybe my time there was done. I was not sad, I don't think. In fact, I was beginning to feel an optimism that comes when change is finally accepted, almost embraced.

I hadn't made any decisions yet. I wasn't even sure the right thing had been presented to me yet, but I was starting to feel like it was just around the corner. That what was meant to be was on its way....and soon.

So I'm walking my usual route, in front of a building I've passed literally hundreds of times, and I hear a voice yell my name. "Jeanette!"
I didn't think I knew anyone who lived in this building. "Hello Jeanette!" the voice yelled again. I followed the sound to a balcony up high and the woman standing outside on it. She had stepped outside, I think, just to give me a message. She was full of this incredible happy, optimistic energy and she was offering it to me. I said hi back to her, and she just opened her arms out to me and enthusiastically yelled "Jeanette, we wish you the best! We love you and we just wish you all the best!" There was no condolence in her tone...but almost an excitement that stopped me there in my tracks. I was frozen by her energy for a moment, and just had to stand there and take it all in.

She was smiling ear to ear, and just kept saying it over and over...we just love you and we wish you the best. I was fairly certain I didn't know her, and there she was, making me feel like we had been pals for years, and who was the "we" she was referring to? There was this amazing sense of optimism and joy to her. It was if she had already received the news I was just feeling was right around the corner.

I thanked her and continued on, feeling more optimistic than ever.   I was moved by her aura of confidence in my future.    I kind of shook my head at the significance I felt about the interaction and continued on feeling absolutely blessed by the support she and all of you have offered.    And I felt certain in that moment that things would be coming together just as they were meant to be in short time.

And they did.   Here I am, sitting in a coffee shop in California knowing it's right were I belong today.   I took my nephew Christmas shopping yesterday and will join my mom and sister-in-law in wrapping presents tonight.   I couldn't have predicted this outcome that day but the feeling she gave me, the message she gave me was right on.    Change was just around the corner and it was going to be good.   I will miss my life in Minnesota, but I'm quite confident it was time for me to say so-long and head home.

I do so with a heart full of gratitude for the experiences I had there, the friends I made, and the things I learned.   I could write thank you notes every day in the new year and still not be able to personally express my gratitude to all those who made this transition time in my life easier.   So I do here, and in a letter I am sending to the local papers today.     Whether they print it or not, I don't know, but the basic message is this: Thank you.   Thank you for everything.

And Merry Christmas my friends.

Transitions and Time

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:58 GMT

Monday, December 1st, 2009

Game on. The big move to California is in the works.  I've put the house here in Minneapolis on the market, found temporary housing out west. I've scheduled some good-bye lunches, brunches and such, and have begun going through my life.    I've moved a lot in the last 20 years.   I did a mental scan today and I counted 15 of them since I headed off to college.     The biggest was probably when I loaded what little possessions I had and headed to Iowa to take my first anchor job.   That began my extended stay in the Midwest. .

But things have changed since then.   As the houses and paychecks got bigger, so did my storage facilities.   I've accumulated more worldly possessions, and more "stuff".    Most of it has come with me in the moves since then.   The moves usually happened pretty quickly and I never really went through my "stuff" very carefully.    I just boxed it up and figured I'd get to it when "things settled down" and I had some time.  Besides, midwest homes have BASEMENTS.   And unfinished ones like mine can become black holes of neglected treasures.   I'm talking pictures, tapes of my very first broadcasts on air, awards, letters, mementos.   You know. I'm a sentimental girl.   I have LOTS of Mementos.

Well, time flew and things really never settled down enough for me to pull those boxes down and go through them carefully.   The only time they were touched was when someone asked me for some old picture or tape for a story or article or something.   That's when I'd fly down there, curse as I bumped my shin on some old piece of exercise equipment that now served as a drying rack or temporary sorting space for old papers, and frantically rifle through box after box trying to find whatever it was I was sure was in there somewhere.

In the process I'd find boxes of old cables, and extension cords, negatives, clothes that I might wear again someday, or could score some big bucks in some vintage shop.     I'd mutter to myself, "I have to devote a few days to sort through this stuff. That will be a good winter project."   But I guess a good book or movie always sounded more inviting than heading down there and taking it on.

Sometimes I'd find what I was looking for in those frantic searches, and sometimes not. But always I'd rush off in a mad dash to get to work less than 15 minutes late and leave my basement even more disorganized than it was before.

But this time, since I'm moving all they way across the country again, and since I actually have a little time to plan the move, I made a decision to stray from my usual pattern.   I resolved to not haul it all with me...again.   That means I've spent a lot of the last couple weeks hanging out in my basement (which is actually starting to look more like a room, than a dumping grounds) going through things.   It's been an embarrassing, agonizing, and touching experience.   I'm embarrassed I've held on to so much for so long. I'm agonizing over getting rid of some things even though I really have no use for them at the present moment.  And it's been so touching going through the boxes of letters and papers I held on to along my way.

I've kept love letters just knowing I would want to look back on them someday.   Truth is, I haven't.   Those loves are over. The letters you want to hold on to are the ones with the person you're with right now, as reminders of the days when you were falling in love...the days before you realized they too have faults.   I've held on to way too many pictures, but it's been fun to go through them, and get rid of many of them too. I've taken too many, and in the internet age we live in, some are best gone for ever.   But some of the most touching boxes I've found are full of letters and notes I fully intended to respond to one day, and never did.   I'm talking about letters from viewers in Des Moines, when my first dog Maddie died.   And letters from viewers offering support, and checks when I made a pledge to fight puppy mills in that state because that sweet German Shepard was a victim of that horrible industry.   There were letters offering support for Race for the Cure, which I got involved in because my best friend Susann Figge died of breast cancer way too early. And the incredibly sweet so-long notes when I took the job in Minneapolis and left Iowa.

Now, I have a couple more boxes from Minnesotans who too have send cards and letters when I lost my husky Madelyn.   And another is filled with expressions of support after I was laid-off from WCCO.    There are story ideas and numbers of people who I had been working to connect with to tell their stories. Stories that never got told, because I left before we got them done.    And I have more on my computer, from people who have e-mailed, sent me messages on facebook, and on my website.    Again, I had hoped to get back to each and every one, but the truth is, the move is approaching fast, and the reality is, they'll likely not get the individual responses they deserve, and I'd love to give them.

So I'm hoping some of you who sent those kind notes and letters over the years might see this.   I want you to know that I have read so many for the second time in the past week, and my heart has been filled with gratitude, love, and humility.   I have been so fortunate to have been blessed by your friendship and support over the years.  I am so glad I hung on to those boxes, and had the time to sort through them.   You may not have heard back from me directly, but I have carried your messages with me, in boxes, and now in my grateful heart for crossing paths with all of you.

Full Circle

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:57 GMT

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009

I can't believe it's really happening.   It's always been a quiet longing, but now it's really happening.   I'm coming home to the Central Coast of California. It was hard leaving this place years ago, but the quest for upward movement in my career had me packing my bags, saying tearful goodbyes to family and friends, and heading east. I learned what mid-west winters where like, and what wonderful mid-west people people are like.   I learned how the presidential race starts at least two (or three!) years beforehand when you live in the city that hosts the first presidential contest in the nation, the Iowa Caucus.   And I learned people really do set up fishing houses on frozen lakes and fish in the dead of winter in Minnesota.   And I learned how fun college football can be to watch when you're sitting a sea of Cyclone, Hawkeye, Gopher, or Badgers fans.

I usually felt I was just where I was meant to be at that moment in time, but always there was that quiet longing to get back home...someday.

It occurred to me that someday might be drawing nearer during a visit home for a reunion in August. (You can see what I wrote back then here: http://jeanettetrompeter.com/Blog/Roots.aspx)  I didn't have a plan, but I began asking myself if maybe it was time.   I love Minnesota and saying goodbye will be hard, but I was beginning to have notions my time there was nearing an end.   I made a pledge since my departure from WCCO to follow my gut on "what's next" and though it's been challenging at times, I have tried to listen.   And when offers or opportunities presented themselves in other places, my gut had a knot in it.   The thought of moving to another new city and starting over wasn't quite as intriguing to me as it once was, especially in the state of the industry and the economy right now.   I thought more about more about where I wanted to live, rather than where I wanted to work.   I could stay in Minneapolis, but I needed a paycheck coming in before I saw the opportunity of one appearing.   And through it all, I kept thinking, "maybe it's time".

So today, I will walk into the station where I started my career and say hi to old colleagues and friends and be introduced to new ones as their newest employee. Yes, I'm coming back to KSBY News as their evening news anchor, a position I always dreamed about when I was a young reporter here.

I have told a few friends and colleagues, and their reaction has shaken my balance a bit.   KSBY serves San Luis Obispo and Santa Barbara Counties, but it is still a relatively small market.    But it's filled with young people still passionate about what they're doing, who aren't doing it for the money, but because they love what they're doing.   And there are veterans who have chosen to stay because they realized early they get to do what they love along a little stretch of paradise.  And as I looked out the window of my hotel room last night (see picture above) and this morning, I'm realizing I had to go follow the yellow brick road, and experience the mishaps and adventures I did to appreciate what I'm looking at.    Certainly there are no guarantees here either, especially these days, but I'm in a more comfortable venue for the bumps that may come. I'm home.

Don't get me wrong, I will miss the Twin Cities. I now love hockey, I sport I didn't really much understand the concept of until I sat behind the glass at a Minnesota Wild game at the Xcel Energy Center. I will always be a Minnesota Vikings fan from here on out. And yes, I'm on the Brett Farve bandwagon now too.   But my favorite player is Jared Allen, not only because he's an amazing player, but also because he reminds me of some of the Bull-Doggers I know...back home.   It's weird how life works out, if you just sit back and let it it unfold. And listen to that little voice inside, or that knot in your stomach.

So here we go. On to the next adventure....California here I come, right back where I started from.....   Full Circle.

Thank you all for the wonderful support you have offered over the last six months.    I'll be around Minnesota through the end of the year, and jeanettetrompeter.com shall continue on while I'm at KSBY.   So keep stopping by and follow me on my moving adventures and all that follows.

Sentimental Journey

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:56 GMT

My Last Walk with Madelyn
Friday, November 6th, 2009

I have this belief.   I have this belief that when someone you love died, there is a moment when they give you a sign they are okay, that they are where they are supposed to be.   That they've made it there, crossed over, are resting in peace.   You never know what it's going to be, and maybe not everyone experiences it, but I have had it with every person close to me I've lost.   It's hard to trust that moment will come in the middle of your grief, and it doesn't come immediately.   But at some point, something happens: and you just know. I believe it's their spirit telling you it's okay. They're okay.   And you will be okay soon too.   I got that message from Madelyn this week.

Most of you who visit here know Madelyn is my dog. Was my dog. No, is my dog.   I had to put her down in early September.   I was a mess for a couple of weeks, and while time has helped, I'm hardly over it.   I haven't been able to do a lot of the things I usually do: greet a neighbor dog with an open heart, see someone walking their dog without being jealous, or take a walk around Lake Calhoun without her.   I still don't like walking in the door to my house without her there to greet me, or heading up the stairs for bed without hearing her following up after me.   So I haven't been able to even consider doing what I did this week. The problem is, the seasons change quickly in Minnesota and I didn't want to do it in the middle of winter.   So when I woke up early one morning this week and saw the beautiful sun rising, I thought "this is the day".

I had Madleyn cremated, and I was careful to have it done at a place where I knew it was only her ashes I would be getting back.   Those ashes have been sitting on my nightstand since the day she died.   I have known what I wanted to do with them.   At least a portion of them.    I wanted to spread some of them along our daily route around Lake Calhoun.    For almost five years, it's been the place we got some fresh air, stretched our legs, and made a lot of friends.    And it's where Madelyn would pause and sniff and mark. I called it "checking her pee-mail"   I swear she had friends leaving her messages because there were spots she always had to stop. Every time.   So I wanted to do it for her on this day.

I bundled up, carefully opened the box by my bedside and scooped out some of her ashes.   I took a deep breath, cued up some meditative music on my I-pod and headed out.    I knew there would be tears, and I was proved right immediately.  I should have remembered the kleenex.   Thankfully I had sunglasses, and thankfully it was early enough to get some privacy on our little sentimental journey.

It was such a beauitful morning.   And I felt like it had arrived just for Madelyn and I.    I took my time and stopped at every tree, bush and piece of shoreline I remembered her pulling me too.   When we first moved here, she was still young enough and healthy enough to run with me.   She would drive me crazy when we'd pass a spot she just couldn't resist and would yank me off course.   I usually made her wait until our next walk to indulge her in all of them, but as she got older and couldn't even make it all the way around the lake, I let her pause and pee wherever she wanted to.   I laughed when I got to spots where she'd insist on venturing into the bushes and frustrate me by getting her leash caught up in the branches.   Today, I ventured in myself to sprinkle a few of her ashes there. Even as he body was shutting down, she wanted to take a little trek to this spot. And I smiled as I remembered her ambling along, still wanting to go farther.   She still had the heart, she just didn't have the legs anymore.

As I made my way to the other side of the lake, I started to remember the days before she started to slow down.   It's been awhile since she was able to make it all the way around. And the memories of those days were coming back to me.   I really began to feel like Madelyn was with me, leading the way like a tour guide, and like a kid was asking me "Remember when we used to hang out at the Tin Fish and just watch the world go by? Or when we had picnics on the grass by the boathouse? Or how about when we......."   I had visions of all of them....remembering when she was young and healthy, and before I learned the penalties for letting her off-leash, would let her loose along a certain strech to run along the shoreline. I saw her there, with her ears back, her body stretched out, moving like it was the very thing she was born to do. Run.  I remembered how she'd pause to make sure I was still up on the bank above her, then take off for another sprint.   We'd meet at the beach and I'd put her back on her leash and head home.

I remembered taking shortcuts right across the lake in the middle of winter, watching pond hockey matches or talking to an ice-skater along the way.   This final walk with Madelyn prompted do many memories:  watching Sesqucentennial boat races, Para-sailors make an icy cold day look like a Mountain Dew commercial, and wind-surfers make Minneapolis look like a picture postcard in summertime.  I remembered ice-huts popping up as soon as lake froze, and kayakers taking a sping as soon as it thawed.   I remembered the lonliness of not knowing one person passing by when we first arrived, and walks taking too long because we were bumping into so many friends a few years later. And right there next to me for all of it, was Madelyn.

I realized how much things have changed in five short years.   We both grew older, and daily rituals changed a bit.   I won't have Madelyn this winter to make sure I get out and about on bitter cold days.   She's not here anymore, and it's quite possible I won't be either by the time the lake looks like this again.   But we lived a lot of great memories along this route.   So I'm glad I left a little of Madelyn here.   And the rest of her will go with me...wherever my journey takes me.   Just like always, she'll go along with me.

Time Flies

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:55 GMT

November 3rd, 2009.
Wow, how did that happen?    It's true. Time flies...when you're having fun, and when you're a bit stressed out.   I feel like I can blame both for the absence of blogs lately.    My apologies to those of you who kindly stop by now and then to see what the heck I'm up to, and my thanks to those who leave me gentle reminders it's been awhile since I've posted.

I kind of gave myself until the end of September to enjoy my time off, and not stress out about making a move.   I seemed to get going on so many projects immediately after my departure from WCCO, that I realized if I was going to take advantage of this time off, I would have to schedule some downtime as it doesn't come easily for me to keep a calendar open.   So, I played much of August and September.   But as I planned, I've been working harder in October to figure out that "what's next" that I keep talking about.    Fortunately, I do have some options, but unfortunately, I'm often not so great about sorting through options and making decisions.

I did what I often like to do when I'm considering a life decision, or three or four.   I ran away.   As I've written in the past, I find a change of scenery can do wonders.   So, I went to London for a week.    I had a friend who lived there, and a friend who was moving there, and some miles to use, so I made a last minute decision to visit a place I've always been intrigued with, and see if it might offer a clearer head at week's end. I think it worked.

I'm going to start posting some travel pages of my little adventures, with tips I gained during my visits and pictures, and London may be the first.   Look for that by weeks end.

So, my apologies for disappearing.    I don't have any big news to share, as there is no definite plan at this point. But I'm realizing it may be time to let the soul-searching of the last few month guide me to coming up with one.    I promise to keep you posted right here.

And my sincere thanks for letting me know I have friends stopping by , and that you notice when I'm not showing up!

Have a great day.

JT

It Aint Over Until its Over

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:54 GMT

Wednesday, October 7th, 2009

I'm actually been grateful I'm unemployed the last few days.   That's because there's too much fun stuff going on around the Twin Cities to have a JOB to throw into the mix.   I'm talking the Vikings.   I'm talking the Twins. I'm talking the Wild.   Minnesota sports have given us reason to cheer during what has otherwise been a kind of dreary, cold and wet early Fall.   We've learned how true the saying is: "It ain't over 'till it's over!"

I went to the Packers game on Monday night and like the mass of other Vikings (and Packers) fans, had a blast.   Certainly the Packer fans didn't leave on the high note us Vikings fans did. But they appeared to have a ball for most of the night watching a game that could have gone either way for most of it.   It was wild how almost evenly split the crowd was.   That's what happens during border battles, I suppose.   A lot of Packers fans wore their old Farve Jerseys which they had defaced with black X's and comments unbecoming to good sportsmanship. But I suppose they feel there was some bad sportsmanship in the way things went down.  That usually happens in painful break-ups, and Brett's was for all parties involved.

It seemed clear to me by what their jerseys or hats or signs said, that a lot of Packer fans are not "over Brett".   They're still in the anger stage of their grief over the split. And it's always hard to bump into an "ex" out in public for the first time. Especially if they are with someone else. Brett was, and he appeared to be having a ball.   It will get easier in time for them.   And maybe someday the pain will subside and they'll be able to remember the good times and be happy he's happy.   It's probably going to be awhile, though.   And being the new interest he's chosen, we can't wait that long to enjoy our new courtship and romance.

It did seem the ladies were less angry toward Brett.   They were trying to take a higher ground.    But it was hard for them, I know. I realized that during a visit to the ladies room.   There was a line (of course) even in the middle of the game.   I was behind a few women with Packer's Jerseys on and they were incredulous about the wait. "Is it always like this here?" they asked. Well, it was a bit busier than usual for a non-break-in-the-game visit, but this is the Packers/Vikings match-up and it's Monday Night Football. "We don't have any wait in our stadium." they eagerly explained.   "We have rows and rows of stalls and this big sink area in the middle and it's heated, and you never wait...." Their description went on and on and I started getting jealous. Then I realized what it was all about.  They had to find something.   They have a way better stadium.   I gave it to them and told them how lucky they were as I waited my turn.   Then I headed back into the old dome to watch Brett play in purple   So I have to plan ahead a little for bathroom breaks. So what?

I couldn't have been happier walking back to the car after the game.   I kept thinking "I love this place".  I loved the people, (from both sides!) I loved the game. I loved the way the fog was hanging around the rooftops of downtown buildings making for a hazy glow that I found beautiful. I loved being a Minnesotan.

The pride continued last night as I watched the Twins put on a performance that was both thrilling and crazy-making.   At several points during the game I thought "I can't take this anymore" and I even received a few texts from my straight-laced, church-going mother watching in California that echoed my frustrations. The texts were simple, short, one-word messages not often uttered from her lips.   My Dad must have figured out how to text.

We all know how it ended, though. And when it goes your way, the agonizing process to get there suddenly seems worth it and makes the victory all the more sweet.   And from what I read in the paper today, Wild Fans are feeling the same way this morning after a great home-opener.    Minnesota is on a roll right now with our sports teams.  It doesn't happen like this very often.   I think that's why it's feeling like such a magic time for fans.  We've had a heart broken enough to be able to savor the thrill of it all going your way for a change.   And it ain't over yet!

Its a Wrap

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:50 GMT

Sunday, October 4th, 2009

Well, there's no doubt about it.   Fall is here.   And it isn't being well-received by Yours Truly.   I went for a run this weekend and was not too excited about having to put gloves on.   I was even less thrilled to figure out about half-way through, I should have been wearing a stocking cap too.   Seriously.   Frozen ears on October 2nd?   I'm just not ready.

Thankfully, our professional sports teams are heating things up this week and making the chill of this early fall tolerable.   I had no problem staying inside yesterday afternoon to watch the Twins make their way into the run for the American League title.   Nor did I today.   And it was a beautiful drive out to Running Aces Casino where Rod Simons and Dean Dalton were taping their weekly Sports Final Television Show. They asked me to come on out and play with them today and get fired up for the big Packers/Vikings game tomorrow night.  (And take some ribbing about taking home an Emmy but not a paycheck.) There was a bit of a scheduling mishap, and Defensive End Ray Edwards and Superstar of the week Receiver Greg Lewis stepped in for Jared Allen and Ryan Longwell.

It was great getting to re-live the glory of Lewis' catch in the final seconds of last week's game with the guy who kept his feet right where they needed to be and made it happen.   And it's not often a girl like me gets to feel petite, but I sure did hanging next to Ray Edwards.   They were both classy and cool as they fielded questions not only from Rod, Dean, and me on the sidelines, but fans who were hanging around the casino to watch the taping, snapping pictures and hoping maybe just for a handshake. They both obliged.   I love when I see talented athletes take the time to make the day of the fans who appreciate their skills.

It's going to make watching the game tomorrow even more fun for those fans and for this one.    There are some predictions tomorrow night's game may be the most watched Monday Night Football game in history.   The Packers/Vikings rivalry is a classic and tomorrow night's match-up is a historic climax in the story.   And the Vikings...all of them, could be walking away 4 and 0 when it's done.   And the Twins could be league champions on Tuesday.   Chilly or not, fall can be a great time of year in Minnesota.

Sports Final airs tonight on KARE-TV http://www.kare11.com/ at 11:35.   You can watch it on-line at http://sportsfinaltv.com/ .   And check out more pictures from the taping at: http://purplepride.org .

Yeah Twins! Go Vikes!

Mixed Emotions

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:49 GMT

September 27, 2009

I wasn't going to go. When I heard a few weeks ago I was nominated for an Emmy award for my work at WCCO, I couldn't imagine how being there for the awards ceremony would be a ton of fun.   I mean, it just felt weird for all kinds of reasons.   But after some nudging from a few supportive friends, and the vision of getting together with some of my former colleagues not only from WCCO, but other stations in the Cities and Iowa, I changed my mind.   I'm glad I did.

It was great to see some of the people I haven't seen in months who I used to see daily.   Not working with them anymore didn't take any of the fun out of watching them walk to the stage to get their awards for good work, and I'm glad I could be there to add some hoops and hollers to their ascent to the stage.   It's always fun to see former colleagues from Iowa each year when they drive up for the ceremony, and I just loved seeing Cortney Kintzer honored for his work at as a photojournalist.   I worked a lot with him at http://www.kcci.com/index.html and he is simply one of the best in the business.   And yes, it was wonderful to hear my own name called when Kim Insley http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=126879 of KARE-TV http://www.kare11.com/  and I were honored in the same category.   She was as gracious as ever offering kudos to me in her own acceptance speech.     And I'm so grateful I didn't miss Nancy Nelson receive the Golden Circle Award on behalf of her late husband Bill Carlson.    To be recognized in any form on the same night and the same stage as Bill is an amazing honor for any journalist, and especially to someone who was lucky enough to work with him and know him as I did.

There are always mixed emotions with these award ceremonies.   They are typically long, at times boring evenings.   And for an industry undergoing the angst it is these days, it's getting more difficult for stations to do the kind of work they'd like to...the kind deserving recognition like that handed out last night.  It's getting hard to even keep the doors open. Even so, there is work worth honoring.   And certainly being reminded of careers like Bill Carlson's, and seeing the enthusiasm and passion in the acceptance speeches of young journalists last night helps us all remember what incredible opportunities and responsibilities we all still have in the industry.

For a full list of winners:  http://midwestemmys.org/2009/09/27/emmy-night-2009-2/

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Winding Down

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:48 GMT

September 24th, 2009

It always happens.   We even got the last blast of summer I was hoping for, and it eased the sting a bit.   But try as we might, the transition is well underway.   Fall is pushing the summer of 09 into the history books.   And as I often do, I'm finding myself feeling melancholy.   I found myself singing the worlds to Don Henley's "Boys of Summer" song as I was trying to soak up one of our recent wonderfully warm mid-September days:

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake
Empty streets
The sun goes down alone...

It wasn't alone. I was there, and another boater who managed an afternoon escape to perfect glass on Lake Minnetonka. But the water was perfect glass because there wasn't much company.

It's always hard letting go of the energy and the activity that comes with summer, but I think it's even harder when you live in the mid-west and the transition is so well-defined.   Growing up in California, I started realizing beach season was winding down when my older brother started gearing up for football practices.   Here, there are more subtle, yet obvious reminders.   I know I'm not the only one who began noticing changing colors in the trees a couple of weeks ago.   I tried to not pay attention, but Mother Nature's brushstrokes along the shorelines are getting broader, and the depth of color richer.   And whether you put your toes in it or not, you know taking a plunge into any body of water around here these days will be a bit more...."refreshing" than it was even a few days ago.

We didn't get the kind of summer many of us had hoped for.   At least I don't feel like I did.   There weren't many of those long, steamy hot summer days best spent on some sort of floating device on a body of water.   Or the warm evenings that require no jacket, sweater or sweatshirt, but do lend themselves to frozen blended drinks on a patio.   We got a few, but not enough to leave me ready for the cool of fall, or the slower pace that comes with it's arrival.

Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed summer. I found myself unemployed and able to hit the lake on many of those days when the sun did shine in all it's glory.   I think I only styled my hair a half dozen times in the last 3 months.   I went without makeup more than I went with it.   I'm fairly certain I only wore high heels once.    And I'm pretty sure every piece of clothing I put on was either made of cotton or linen that wrinkled. (And it didn't matter.)

It doesn't stop there. I wore crazy bright-neon nail polish when I felt inclined, and even painted my toes a silvery metallic blue once.   I skipped the hair appointments until a week ago, letting the sun do whatever it wanted to my color.   Who cares if it would have looked a brassy blonde on camera. I wasn't on camera and neither was my hair.  I stayed up late if I felt like it, and I often scheduled business and social meetings around happy hour specials.   You have no idea how much fun it is to order an icy cold $2 beer on a patio between 3 and 5 in the afternoon when for most of your adult life those hours have simply signaled deadline crunch time.

Its not like I did nothing but play this summer, but I did get to enjoy more of that carefree casual spirit that comes with summertime when you're a kid.   And I'm feeling a lot like I did when fall was approaching years ago: bummed to put the shorts and flip-flops away, but somewhat excited about the prospect of new school clothes and seeing some friends I haven't in awhile.    I still don't have any news to report about what's next for me, but in the back of my mind I had kind of given myself until the end of September to worry about it too much.    September's here. In fact, it's almost gone...and so, I'm afraid are the lazy, long days of summer.

I think summer helped distract us all a bit from the rocky roads we've all been traveling lately in this economy.   But there's no denying change is in the air.   Another round of it.    And it may be just what we all needed.   It will be interesting to see how things look by the time the first snow flies.
Oh dear.   Here's hoping we first find a few bonus days the leftovers of the season we're just saying so long to!

Sweet Condolences

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:47 GMT

Tuesday, September 16th, 2009

You are all so wonderful...all of you who have sent me messages of support and empathy through facebook and e-mail regarding the loss of Madelyn.   I assure all of you who have not heard back from me personally I have read every single one.   And while to a certain degree there is nothing that can take away the pain or fill the void right now, your words have support have been soothing.    You need to know they stick with me.   Little things that some of you wrote when I first talked about Madelyn's cancer came to me last week, helping me through the process.

I've received some sweet messages, cards, a couple of books, and a pretty thoughtful condolence gift from the guy who helps me with this website: a box of See's Candy Nuts and Chews (see my last blog for story behind that.) The note that came with it reminded me that Madelyn is enjoying her own box now too.

It's been a week now.  The reality that Madelyn is really gone has begun to sink in.  But the void I feel in my home and in my heart is still there.  Pet owners who have had to say goodbye know exactly what I'm talking about.   It starts in the morning when I wake up.   The first thing I have done for 12 years is stretch over to the side of my bed and drop an arm to give Madelyn a pet and say good morning.   It's a rough start to the day to be greeted with the realization she's not lying there.   I head downstairs for coffee and wait to hear the sounds of her carefully working her way down each step and heading to the door.   It's time for a walk.    I wait to hear her the hurried click click click across the kitchen floor every time I open the refrigerator or start making something to eat.   I always had a focused audience in the kitchen.   She would make herself comfortable in the most inconvenient spot where I would have to be careful not to trip over her moving around.   I hate the open path that now is there.   I am having to be more careful preparing food or eating it as crumbs and spills will stay there until I clean them up now.   My little vacuum cleaner is gone.   I still feel the inclination to grab a treat for her on my way out the door.   I still glance toward the area where her dog bowls were to see if she has enough water.   I have even grabbed the gate I used to keep her from going upstairs when I was gone and started to put it up before I realized it's no longer necessary.   I want it to be. And I want to hear her climbing up the stairs and settling next to my bed when the lights have gone out and she's finally eaten her dog food after being convinced no more scraps and treats are coming today.

I'm doing better.   I really am.   But I'm still vulnerable to a wave of grief in so many moments in my days.   I miss her in so many of them. I wonder how long it will be until these ingrained rituals will start to fade.  How long until I can take run and not expect an eager dog to be waiting for her spin around the neighborhood upon my return. How long until I'm out and about and not thinking "I should get home, Madelyn hasn't been out in a few hours."   And how long until I don't look for her every time when I walk in the door?

When my last dog died, someone gave me a copy of the Rainbow Bridge and it brought me comfort.  (I have clipped a copy below).   I have seen it many times since then.   Then last week one of you sent me one I had not seen before.  Though it brought a whole new flood of tears, it brought some peace to my aching heart.   It captures better than I can the way we miss our pets when they are gone.   And the images it offers have brought me some comfort as I make my way through the pain of losing your best buddy.

Thank you all again for you understanding and empathy.

JT

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear.
"It's me, I haven't left you. I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here"
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "It's me"
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you every day To say to you with certainty, "I never went away".
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew....
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over..I smile and watch you yawning and say "Goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out then come home to be with me.

THE RAINBOW BRIDGE:

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

Missing Madelyn

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:46 GMT

Tuesday, September 9th, 2009

I knew the time was coming. I knew it would be the right thing to do. I knew it would hurt.   I knew I'd be a mess. None of that knowledge made this day any easier.   I'm more than a mess. I'm kind of a wreck and though I know intellectually it will get better, I'm having a hard time believing that in this particular moment.

I put Madelyn down today.    Just a couple of hours ago.    I just finished cuddling her warm relaxed body and handed her off to a nice gentleman who will make sure she is cremated with dignity this afternoon and that the ashes I get will be only hers.    And I'm a blubbering, broken-hearted wreck.   I'm writing at this moment because I don't want to let go quite yet. I don't want to give in to the fatigue I'm feeling from the long night we both endured last night and the emotional drain that seems to be happening as my tears fall.     I don't want to fall asleep because I can't quite accept she's gone yet, and I'm afraid if I fall asleep, I'll wake up in an hour or so and know she really is.   I'll feel it. It will be later and she will be gone. I know she's gone, but she was just here, so it's just not real to me yet.   I don't' want to do anything normal right now because there is nothing normal about my life without that silly dog in it.

I know most dog owners understand. So many of you have sent me condolences, encouragement, and words of wisdom since I first started talking about her decline.   It still feels silly to be as devastated as I am right now.   I seriously can't find a corner of my house where the void of her absence isn't staring back at me.   It is heart-wrenching silent without the sound of her here.   The jangle of her license tags as she moves. The slurping noises of her getting a drink of water.   The click, click, click of her walking across the wood floors. The rhythmic breathing of her napping wherever I have settled for any amount of time.

That silly dog has been a pain in the ass over the years.   A serious pain in the ass.   She's ran away a dozen times at least and had me on the brink of feeling like I do right now, until I got a phone call telling me she was visiting patrons at a local restaurant, car dealership, or backyard barbecue.
Sometimes she'd just show up at the back door and bark to come in like she really hadn't done more than go outside to do her business in her own backyard.   And often she'd return to me with the horrible stench of whatever she had found along her journey that somehow to her seemed worthy of rolling around in until she was covered with it.

She's ruined carpets, cost me a pretty penny in babysitting fees, and made it virtually impossible for me to leave the house without hair on my clothes. She made me question whether chocolate really is all that toxic to all dogs.   That happened when she ate several pounds of See's Candy Nuts and Chews that had been wrapped under the Christmas tree.   Maybe it was the beef jerky, dried fruit and nuts she consumed with it that balanced her out.

Certainly the last year has been challenging with her cancer diagnosis and the options I chose to pursue in the hopes of keeping her around a little longer with me.   Life with Madelyn has been a rocky road at times.   Life with Madelyn has also made some rocky roads manageable.   She was my nurturer through heartaches that had nothing to do with her.   She was a comic relief when life tiltled toward the stressful side now and then.   Most importantly, she was my lone companion through moves to new cities, new jobs and new homes.   She rolled with it all and never complained about being attached to a career-oriented owner.

Madelyn has been my constant in times of transition, and now that I find myself in yet another one, I'm not liking the thought of not having her with me for whatever is next.   I feel like I need her should I end up in a new, unexplored city.   I feel like I need her if I stick around in the one I'm now acquainted with.   She helped me find my way here.   When I didn't know a soul and felt long weekends of no plans ahead of me, I walked in my front door to a dog eager to lead me out and about to check things out.   I may not have had the company of another human being for those days, but I was not alone.   Madelyn led me to parks and places I may not have explored so soon had she not been such an eager accomplice.   I can't imagine walking Lake Calhoun without her.   I can't imagine sitting on a grassy stretch of any park to read or write without her lying next to me.   Truth is, I can't imagine life as I know it, without her.

I know it sounds silly to a lot of folks, but that's how it is with dogs. They sneak up on you. You realize you love them. You realize you'd miss them if they were gone. But you have no real sense of how much of a presence they are in your daily comings and goings until they're no longer there.   These creatures, who never speak a word to you verbally, leave a gut-wrenching silence behind.    And if you find yourself in the place where you have to help your friend move on, it's one of those times you'd love for them to be able to use words, and know they understand every single one of yours.

I told Madelyn this afternoon how much she meant to me. I told her how grateful I was for her being in my life. I thanked her for the times she licked my tears away, and how much I appreciated her companionship when I needed it.   I apologized for the times she spent alone when I was off chasing stories instead of her.   Or when I was out on the lake instead of walking her beside one.   And I told her how much I was going to miss her.   I believe Madelyn understand a lot of what I said to her over the years, but I wanted to know today she understand it all.

Maybe that's why I'm writing now. I somehow feel if I write put it out there for the world to read, she'll hear more of it too.   I appreciate all of you who have read this far for indulging me in my pity party today.   I know I'll get over this.   I know the pain will ease with time.   I know I won't stay a mess forever.   I just hope Madelyn knows how incredibly grateful I was and am for the time she spent with me.   And how much I am wishing that time was longer right now.   I give just about anything for a little more time with her, minus her pain.   I miss you like you can't believe you silly girl.

Give it a Break

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:45 GMT

Wednesay, Sept 2nd, 2009

I can't believe summer is winding down.   I hate this time of year. I mean, I love it, but it's such melancholy time of year.   Especially this year when summer has been cool and short in Minnesota.   I love fall, but I just haven't had enough of summer.   And even if we had a long hot summer, I think I'd still feel this way.

I just returned from a couple of nice little getaways.   One back home to California to spend some time with family and old friends. The second one up to a friend of a friend's cabin on Madeline Island. (I've wanted to go since I first moved here and I'm so glad I had the opportunity to this year!) He gets access to the place this same weekend every year, but this is the first I haven't been tied down to the State Fair and could go along.

Anyway, on both trips I had little lessons on letting go. I'm not talking about letting go of the past, or of old wounds or of the basement full of junk I dread sorting through should I end up moving anytime soon. I'm talking about letting go of the strings that bind us.   I'm talking about computers, and cell phones, and texts, and twitters and all the things we all also need to embrace to function successfully in the society in which we live today.

What I think we're all going to have to learn, however, is how to balance the benefits of these tools of social and business communication, and the ways they simply drive us crazy.   I have at times felt a little "unbalanced" when the lines of communication start strangling me.   I feel like I'm choking and can't catch my breath. There is always another line ringing, an e-mail waiting for my response, a blog that needs writing...you get the idea.

So what happened to me in two different ways the last few weeks has been a nice lesson.    First, when I was in California, I was reminded quickly of the law that's been put into place out there since I left that prohibits talking on your cell phone when you're driving.   I admit it.   Try as I might to start a cell-phone-free-program-while-driving, I am as successful at it as I am cutting out carbs in my life.   I do real well for awhile, until some double cheese pizza passes my way.    Eventually some really important phone call comes in and I just have to take it.

But I almost got busted while driving and chatting.   It was innocent. I forgot about the law, but the cop likely wouldn't have cared had he noticed me talking before my friend warned me about the law as we were approaching the intersection he was stopped at.    I dropped the phone mid conversation and kept on driving.    It was a close one.   But it was also a challenge every single time I got into the car not to pick up the phone and get some biz done during my to and froms.   I even invested in a fancy new blue-tooth hands free gadget, but couldn't figure it out well enough to make it handy before I headed back to Minneapolis.

What happened during that time is that I paid attention to what I was doing.   I noticed the speed limit.   And maybe more importantly, in my mind at least, I noticed the landscape I was driving through.   I noticed the oaks on the dry hillsides around me and how the sun turned that parched terrain a rich golden color right around dusk that made it look less desperate for water. I noticed the way the sun created those millions of diamond sparkles on the pacific as I cruised toward Shell Beach.   I listened to the radio and took a little sentimental journey through my memories when I head a song that reminded me of a time gone by in my life.     I disengaged from the noise of "staying in touch" and engaged with my present moment.   It was kind of liberating.   Even if I did have to deal with some "where have you been? I've been trying to get in touch with you" questions from folks.

I got back to a lot of catch up work to be done, but I was focused and plowed through a lot in just a day or two.   Then I hit the road for Madeline Island.   We stayed in a wonderful cabin right on Lake Superior.   It was as comfy and came with abundant views, books, and hideaway spots.   And there were two things missing that made it even better: No T.V. and no reliable cell service.   I was there with a group of friends I don't get to spend enough time with, and since none of us could rely on our cell phones, we often just left them in our bedrooms. And since we couldn't put on a movie or watch some silly reality show in the evenings, we talked, laughed, played games and engaged with each other.   And if we got tired during the day, we took naps.   It was wonderful.

I don't know the family who owns the cabin, but I'm told they are very successful, professionally and financially. They clearly could afford to deck that place out with every electronic gadget and video game some hearts could desire.   But they are smart enough not to.   They have a place to escape to when the soul needs needs one.   They have a place to watch the world go by, and see the beauty in each moment that passes, simply because they were left with few enough distractions to notice.

Most of us know the value in that, but few of us create the environment in our lives for it. So I challenge you in these waning days of summer, to pick one task to simply focus on.   Whether it's driving without dialing, holding a conversation with someone without checking your cell or blackberry once during conversation or eating a meal without watching T.V. or reading a book.   It's an absolutely gorgeous day outside and I think we're in for or a few more throughout the weekend.  So let's try to soak up as many magic moments as we can!

Cheers friends!

Words of Wisdom

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:44 GMT

Tuesday, August 26th, 2009

Today is my dad's birthday. (Happy Birthday Dad!)   He's getting older and loves to talk about that a lot these days.   Actually, he's talked about it for most of my adult life. He is not a man who has trouble letting go of his youth.   I think, rather, that he's enjoyed the perks that come with age. It seems with every year he adds to his resume, he feels free to let go of something.

For as long as I can remember, he's always wanting a new truck. A few years ago, he quit talking about that, deciding he really didn't use it that much anymore and really didn't see the need in having something shiny and new.   (In fact, when I encouraged him to turn his old beauty in in the recent Cash For Clunkers program, he kind of chuckled, asking me why he'd want to take on a new car payment when the white GMC sitting in his driveway gets him everywhere he needs to go.)   A few years ago, he gave up his usual "cowboy shirts" and started wearing crew neck t-shirts. I think he realized they're more comfortable and better for the heat of summer in California anyway. And he'll even leave the house occasionally in athletic shoes, instead of his cowboy boots, although its still a rarity.    I'm thinking he's like the freedom that comes with old age; to do whatever you want, whenever you want.

He just turned 77.   And I'd say he's a pretty darned healthy 77.   He still hits the gym 3 times a week, loves his steak and potatoes, and keeps up with current events and politics.   He's a smart guy and can bottom line a situation better than most people I know.   I don't always agree with his bottom line, but he's usually got a pretty good logic behind his position.    In fact, as much as I've butted heads with good old Dad over the years, his words of wisdom ring in my ears constantly when they are appropriate to a situation.   Dance with who brung ya'.   You can't go to every horse and pony show in town.   You should never leave the house without a little "walkin' around money" in your pocket so you can pay your own way.

And it was another "Ted-ism" that went through my mind last week when I was finding myself decompressing along the Central Coast.   It didn't matter I was running around trying to see too many people in too short of a time, or that I stayed up too late too many nights catching up with those old friends. I still felt rested, relaxed, and ready to take a new look at what's next after my visit.    It's like Dad always said "A change of scenery will do you wonders".

I return to Minneapolis with as many things up in the air as I did when I left, but maybe with a bit of a different perspective.   And that's never a bad thing in my book.   It's why I'm no longer jealous of these young college kids who get to travel abroad for a semester before they head out into the real world. And why I will always try to hit the road or the friendly skies fairly frequently.   It doesn't have to be a big trip, but just a little escape from the normal routine. It really will do you wonders. And I'm glad my change of scenery included a few days with Good Old Dad, and another dose of his words of wisdom.   Happy Birthday Dad.    Thanks to you and Mom for the nice visit.

P.S. My apologies to you great friends who pay a visit now and then to this blog.   I took a little vacation from writing as well last week.   I promise to try to get back on schedule and I will post some pictures from my California Adventure in the coming days.

No Place Like Home

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:43 GMT

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

There's No Place Like Home

I believe Dorothy had it right. I really do. When I get back to California, and I put my feet in the Pacific, it feels like home. I am reminded of a million other times I've waded, ran, sat and surfed in the chilly salty water as it hits the shoreline.   There is a sense of release in the next breath that I exhale. I'm home. Everything is alright.   I feel grounded instantly.   No matter how long I've been away, it always feels the same to me.   And for so many years, the feeling I get when I'm here, came with an ache to get back.  I'm realizing on this trip, though, that there is some confusion in that word....home.

Certainly, my roots are here.   It is where I was born.   It's where my parents, and brother and his family live. It is where my high-school friends, and college friends, and been-though-thick-and-thin friends live.   When I moved away to take a job in Iowa, I had no intentions of being gone so long.   But new contracts came with better money, and so I signed another couple of years away. And then another couple. And now, I'm a bit unsettled with how long it's been.

I'm here for a reunion.   I am seeing people I haven't seen in years and as we sat around and reminisced last night, we were all kind of blown away when we started doing the math.   "Has it really been that long?" we asked each other when we were trying to figure out the last time we connected.

This weekend is a gathering of people who started their television careers here in the small market of San Luis Obispo.   Some of us has moved away for other jobs.   Some left the business and moved on to something more conducive to a family and financial security, And a few have figured out a way to make it work at the very station where we all started.   And that left many of us asking each other "So tell me again why we ever left?" as we sipped Edna Valley Chardonnay on a beautiful patio overlooking the ocean.   (We savored the wine and the view they no doubt take for granted having access to both on a daily basis.)

There's something about the place from which you came. Not everyone who was there last night was born in San Luis Obispo, but this was the place they grew up.   We grew up.   It is where we all started in the business, and made our mortifying mistakes on air (thank goodness in a pre-Youtube era).  Most of us qualified for assistance with our energy bills because were making so little money.   But we were having a blast re-living it all last night with tale after tale of live-shots gone bad, missed camera cues, and interviews and stories we'll never forget.   These people are part of my past, and consequently part of who I am today.

And that's what you miss when you move away.   You miss your roots.   California really isn't my "home" anymore.   I still say "I'm going home to California" when I head this way, but I live in Minneapolis.   I have a home in Minneapolis. I have a wonderful circle of friends and a life in Minneapolis. And I would miss it all dearly if I left.  But what I don't have in Minneapolis, are the people who watched me grow up. And it's a wonderful pleasure to get some time with them this week and in the process revert a little bit to the silly girl we were all telling stories about last night.

There are times when I wonder why I left....home that is. But then I think of the people and adventures I would have missed out on had I not. It's kind of like Dorothy and the yellow brick road.   Had she never ventured down it, she never would have met the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion. And she would have missed the lessons they had to offer her.   But she also learned how good it was to see Aunt Em and the gang when she returned, and how there really is no place like home.

Ding Dong

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:41 GMT

August 6th, 2009

The Rumors are true. I have found a new gig. Don't be turning on the T.V to see where I've landed.   It's not that kind of gig.   It's the kind of gig that prompts a few giggles from a lot of folks I know and love, and I'm sure many I don't know, or do know and don't particularly love. I've thrown caution to the wind and signed on as an Arbonne consultant.  http://arbonne.com/   Think Avon Lady, the next generation. If you haven't heard of Arbonne, it's a company that sells botanically based skin care and health and wellness products. (And since I'm officially a "consultant", if you haven't hear of it, we should probably talk...)

You should have heard the support I got when I informed my boyfriend, my father and a few former co-workers close to me what I was up to.   Let's just say the first words out of their mouths weren't "How do I place an order?".    They've since jumped on my bandwagon of support but my dad still can't resist leaving calling me the Avon Lady http://tinyurl.com/ktmqw5 or leaving me sarcastic, yet funny little messages in the highest pitched voice he can muster wondering if he could order some more of those "lip ices" he so loves, and maybe a new deodorant stick or two and then laughing hysterically at himself as he tells me to call him. (Arbonne doesn't sell deodorant of any kind by the way, but they do sell lip balms.)

So why am I subjecting myself to this public ridicule?   I don't know for sure.  I've never sold anything before, and I've certainly never had an interest in doing so.   But I'm living an experiment this summer of trying to simply follow my gut in as many decisions as possible. From what to order in a restaurant, to taking or not-taking a job, to signing up to sell Arbonne. I bought a used scooter on an impulse, and the wife of the guy I bought it from sold Arbonne and threw it out there as a possibility. My first reaction was "why not?"   I'd used the products for a couple of years, and at the very least, the discount I'd get as a consultant would be a nice little perk.  But before I knew it, I was hosting an Arbonne Party, and 6 weeks later I'm still planning more and starting to think maybe this is something I could work on as a Plan B, should I ever find myself gainfully employed, and then unemployed again.

Don't get me wrong. I don't think selling lotions, potions and a lovely line of make-up is going to help me keep the house or replace the income or status I enjoyed as a "news anchor" any time soon, but you know what? It's kind of fun.   I love the products and trying a bunch I didn't know existed. And it's keeping me busy during a time when I need not sit around and dwell on all the unknowns in my life.  It's also given me reason to connect with people. I've been having friends and former colleagues over to my place for the last month for Arbonne Parties, and it's been great to see them, socialize and sit around and talk about something other than the troubled times of television or what I am going to do next. I have no idea.

So while I continue to explore all opportunities, and go with my gut, I'm pitching a product for the first time in my life. I'll let you know if I start making any real money with it.   Or if I start having regrets. In the meantime, if you're looking for a really good skin care line, or are interested in trying your own hand at a "Plan B", let me know.... Ding Dong!

Enjoy this incredibly comfortable summer afternoon.

Timing is Everything

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:39 GMT

August 3rd, 2009

We're all learning a lot about timing these days. We're feeling the pain of not guessing it right...in business, in housing, in job opportunities that are or aren't there all due to the timing.    It seems I'm weighing the timing factor a lot lately.   And it's all stressful because, of course, timing is a guessing game.  It's difficult to know for sure when the timing is right.   And even if we think it might be, are we ready to acknowledge it and make a move?
And what if we're not?

I'm not. I thought I would be, but I'm simply not. Most of you who have read my blogs when I wrote them for WCCO know I've been dealing with an aging dog battling cancer for about 9 months now.   http://wcco.com/pets/pet.health.crisis.2.869919.html We have both been through a lot in our attempts to get the upper hand, and for the most part, I feel we have.   Madelyn is still around. She still loves to go for walks.   She ambles along slowly these days, but a lot of times, I still have to fight her to turn around and head back home.   She seems more fascinated with every tree, every bush, every smell than she has in her whole life.   I sometimes wonder if she's feeling like she may not pass this way again and wants to savor every minute. She still has her appetite and has actually gotten pretty bossy about getting treats when she wants them.    I started spoiling her when I brought her back from surgery thinking she may not be around for long, but 9 months later she's learned she can just bark and howl long enough, and I'll give in and head to the doggie cookie jar.   She throws her head and pounces her front paws as she sees me heading in the right direction.

So, life is actually pretty good for us these days, all things considered.   She may be winding down, and I may be out of work, but we're getting some quality time together to help each other through the process.   I am enjoying the fact I have time to take her for walks myself instead of paying someone to check on her during the day.

Over the last few months, I thought I had come to terms with the fact, her days are numbered. And I have. I really have.   But figuring out just what that number is, is proving harder than I thought.

I promised myself I would never let her suffer should I start to feel like she was uncomfortable.  If she stopped eating or didn't want to go for walks, or couldn't get up anymore, I would know it was time. I would not let this beautiful dog, who has been my companion through 13 years lose her dignity. I felt confident and I guess I still do, that she'll let me know when she is ready.  But frankly I don't believe she is, and I know I'm not.

It is, however, getting hard on the both of us.  She's starting to do the things I thought for sure would be enough to signal it's getting time. I'm talking about the occasional stumble as she moves down the patio steps.   Or the fact she'll sleep until noon or longer if I let her.   Or maybe most disturbing, the fact the little rug she sleeps on is wet some mornings and she's still sleeping there on it. That's not my Madelyn.   And yet, all I can seem to be strong enough to do, is a lot of laundry and cuddle her and take her out to let her do her duty with dignity when she's awake.

I'm just not ready. I have family and friends who I am confident believe I should be.   But I'm not. I'm just not. And how can I be when I see her bounce down the stairs (albeit slowly) in the morning when she does finally rise. Or when she does her treat dance when she hears the cookie jar or refrigerator open. Or when she eagerly follows the little neighbor girls to their place when they ask if "Madelyn can come play over at their house for awhile?" I know it's coming, but I just don't think it's quite time yet. And until we're both ready, right or wrong, I'll just be doing a little extra laundry and cutting her some slack. It's not easy growing old and it's not easy watching someone or some being you love do it either.

Counting the Losses

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:38 GMT

July 29th, 2009
It's everywhere. I'm talking about the news reports, and friends telling friends the stories, and first hand accounts of people like me "losing their jobs".   Much of the coverage and talk is about the economic impacts...on those of us who find ourselves out of work, and the economy overall.   If we can't spend or pay our mortgages, well, it has impacts.   So I get why it gets so much attention.

Next, you might hear people talk about the stress of it all.   Story after story is told in the papers and on T.V. about how hard it is to not know how you will manage to keep the house, pay the bills, or see a doctor if you need to.   I get that too.   It's all certainly been on my mind lately.

And then it's the tough job market.   It's not easy finding a new position when most everyone is eliminating them. The future is bleak is a message found everywhere.   It all consumes us. The headlines. The facts. The uncertain future.    It takes up a lot of space in our papers and in our heads. Maybe that's why it just hit me last week what else one loses when they're given their walking papers.

I admit, I haven't watched the news a whole lot lately...at least on the channel I used to work for.   I still like most of the people there, but I just didn't feel the inclination. I now know exactly why.   The other day I was home at 5pm and the channel was where it was when I turned it on.   So, I decided to go ahead and stay tuned.   I watched the top stories of the day and felt a little pang to be watching the newscast I anchored for the last 4 years from my couch..   And then a very familiar and friendly face joined the crew on the set.     This former colleague is someone I consider more than that...I consider them a pal.  We talked every day when I was working there. We shared laughs, frustrations and even personal dramas now and then when they were serious enough to prompt the other to ask "You okay? You don't seem like yourself today."   I realized as I was watching this person on my television that I hadn't talked to them since the week I was let go.   I began to cry.

I lost so much more than my job.   I lost friends.   Okay, maybe we're still friends, but I certainly lost that daily interaction with people I care deeply about. I lost easy contact with people I simply formed an affectionate acquaintance with over four years. We may not have even hung out a lot outside work because our lives were too busy for that, but we chatted in the green room, in the hallway heading in opposite directions, in the car on a way to a story, or at our desks when one of us passed by the other's and took the time to stop and just say hi.   And it's not as easy to fire off an e-mail when the company address book doesn't fill the in blanks for you when you start to type their name into the address window.

I lost so much more than a paycheck. I lost my life as I knew it.   And I wasn't ready for that.   Few of us "on the beach" these days were. It may be a struggle figuring out the finances and our future, but eventually we will.   What I am not sure we will figure out is how to recapture that personal interaction we once enjoyed with our co-workers, and lost the day we were shown the door.   Coming to terms with the fact those relationships as we knew them are over may be the hardest part of losing a job.

Big Brother

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:37 GMT

Big Brother
Monday, July 20th, 2009
I'm not talking about the T.V. show that airs on the network I once worked for.   I'm talking about the real deal.   Big Brother watching your every move.   I know it's the world we live in and technology makes it ever so easy to do, but does that mean we should be?

I remember my Dad being mesmerized (and truthfully a bit unnerved) that the little GPS contraption I had hooked up in my car could steer us home after getting lost on a sight-seeing adventure in northern Minnesota.   "That just boggles my mind it can know where you are, and what you are approaching at any given moment." he said.   I thought, and still do think, GPS devices are among the greatest gadgets in the world.   For those of you who have lived your whole life in Minnesota, it may seem unneccesary, but try being the new girl in town trying to navigate her way through streets interrupted by lakes in every neighborhood, late for the Rotary Club meeting at which you are supposed to be the featured speaker. Stress.

I got my first GPS device after being about 40 minutes late to one of those speaking engagements.   I was drenched in sweat from the nerves, my car littered with maps and hand written directions, and scribbled phone numbers of people I had hoped might be able to help me.   I drove right from the lunch meeting to Best Buy and picked up the best model they had.   It's been my friend in foreign territory ever since.

But I saw a side of the technology I didn't really like this week.    I have a neighbor who works for the United States Postal Service. At one point, she was the one who delivered my mail when I lived at another address.     She is one of those people who will go above and beyond her job description to make sure the letters and packages people mean to get to you, do, even if they have messed up a zip code or transcribed a couple of numbers.   She gets to know the people on her route and she uses common sense when things get sorted a little out of order by some machine or human being.   She hustles. She is friendly.   Frankly I was sad when I moved that she wouldn't be my postal carrier anymore. Then I found out I was lucky enough to have moved in right next to her, so now she's my neighbor.

Well, the other day I was walking Madelyn and I saw her come bouncing out of her house around lunchtime. She often comes home to eat and had clearly done so on this day. Her cheeks looked like chipmunks after she had clearly shoved the last few bites of whatever she was having in as she headed out the door. "Howdy!" I yelled as I passed her on her way to her delivery vehicle.     She smiled (with her eyes...her mouth was too full) and pointed at her lips.   "I got it" I said.  "I caught you just as you took a bit of something".    I kind of expected the short passing banter that neighbors in Minnesota tend to enjoy once she managed to swallow her last bite.   When she could finally get the words out of her mouth, I couldn't get out a response.

"They installed these new GPS systems in our vehicles, so we have to stick to the minute on our half-hour lunch breaks."   She didn't even break stride as she explained and rushed to get into her car and on her way to the rest of her route.   And off she went.   No neighborly banter. No chance to chew and savor whatever it is she had thrown together for lunch that day.   No time for anything but stress.

I get it. I get that people with jobs outside the office take a little too many liberties at times.   And no doubt there are drivers of all kinds of company vehicles who downright abuse the privilege of not being supervised when they leave the building.   My neighbor isn't one of them. In fact, I'm 99-percent sure there isn't a lazy bone in that woman's body.   Or an unethical one.   So while I fully support companies and agencies tightening things up in these tough economic times and keeping a closer eye on where they're money's going, I find myself feeling a lot like my dad did when he first saw my GPS unit at work; unnerved.

I'm guessing we have some work to do balancing our use of technology to help us find our way when we're lost, and losing our own sense of direction by relying on it too much.    It's a good thing GPS devices save us from having to stop and ask for directions, because the way things are going, no one will have the time or the skills for such personal interaction.

The Power of Prayer

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:35 GMT

The Power of Prayer

July 17, 2009
I'm about to break a cardinal rule of The Big J (Journalism), and talk about something I likely wouldn't be allowed to if I had a job. Maybe so, as this is a blog, and viewers/readers are becoming increasing hip the fact journalists are real people with real beliefs, faiths and thoughts. Even so, I'm not going to go so far as to share all my beliefs with you, but I am going to talk about something I do put a lot of stock in. I'm talking about prayer.

Now don't tune out yet if you aren't the church-going, bible-reading type.   I'm not talking about "Our Father who art in heaven" kind of prayer (necessarily), but simply stepping out of the way now and then.    I'm talking about letting go of things long enough to allow God, or the Universe or whatever Higher Power you can find a little faith in, to take over for awhile.

I was finding myself a little spun-out this week with too many little projects going on, and no clear direction of where any one was taking me.   I started wanting to figure things out NOW. I wanted to know where I was headed next, how work efforts would pay off, how relationships would mend or end, how loved ones would weather their storms, how I'd know "it was time" with Madelyn and her declining health....   I could go on, but you get the idea.

Then I stumbled upon a book I bought a year or so ago and read cover to cover at the time, finding great peace in the process.   I flipped it open again and zeroed in on just a few pages.   The book is called "Illuminata-A Return to Prayer" http://tinyurl.com/kpsern.    It's a non-denominational kind of read. It don't even believe one has to subscribe to any religion to benefit from its guidance.   It's simply a book of prayers for all sorts of human dramas we all take part in at some point in our lives.    As the introduction to the book explains "...there is once again a widespread consideration of spiritual principles as an antidote to the pain of our times.   Like flowers growing up through pieces of broken cement, signs of hope and faith appear everywhere."

So I guess it's a book about spirituality and hope and yes, faith. Not necessarily in a God of choice, but a faith in the forces of good that are available to all of us.   And while not everyone may like to use the term "prayer", I don't think there are many people who aren't looking to tap into some positive energy in the days in which we are all living right now.

I don't aim to convince anyone to buy the book, or buy into such a philosophy. I do know, that for me, simply stopping and acknowledging that I lack the power to control my destiny, and could use a little help to keep the faith that things will turn out just as they are supposed to, results in a better frame of mind and often better results.    That so proved to be the case for me this week after simply reading two prayers from the book and trusting the rest will take care of itself.    It was uncanny how things came together after that.

It's kind of like that old principle "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction".   You can take it down to that...energy.   And I see no harm in doing your best to let go of the bad, .and surround yourself with as much good as possible.

Sending prayers for peace in your lives this week....JT

Little voices

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:33 GMT

Monday, July 13th, 2009

I live next to the cutest little family.   The only thing missing is a white picket fence, and maybe a dog.  But they kind of have Madelyn part-time.   Apparently when I thought Madelyn was just stepping off the back porch to do her business on early winter mornings and cold winter nights, I was wrong.   She was slipping down the street, or across the street and saying hi to the neighbors.    It wasn't until this spring that the perfect little family let me know how often Madelyn just comes and hangs with them.   Most of the time she returned home before I realized she was gone.

I apologized but was told the girls (three of them, picture perfect adorable little toe-head blondes) love having Madelyn visit.   Well, Madelyn is doing less wandering these days.   But she does a lot of lounging out front, and we take more frequent short walks .   We are both enjoying this quality time we've been given together.   And any time I head out with her, or if Madelyn is anywhere in sight, the girls will inevitably yell across the street in their sweet little voices "Can we come pet Madelyn?" "Can we give Madelyn a treat?"   and lately "Can we take Madelyn for a walk?" For so long I'd answer, "well sure, but we need to hurry, because blah blah blah...." I was always in a hurry to get somewhere it seemed.

Today as I was heading out for a quick trip around the block, I was spotted.   Could they come along on the walk? Sure, if it's okay with your Mom.   So off we went,. I didn't get why Mom was instructing them over and over "Now when it's time for Madelyn to come home, you just come home, okay?"   Well what else would they do? I soon learned.    They were just like Madelyn, wanting to go a little farther than I had planned. "Can we just go to the soccer field?"   "Can we go the playground?"   "Can we just go to the beach and get Madelyn a drink?"  I was getting a bit stressed because I didn't plan on being gone this long, and I wasn't dressed for a long hike.  I was beginning to "glow" right through the make-up I had put on for my afternoon appointment.    But how could I say no to those sweet little voices? And then I realized I didn't have to. I had some things I needed to get done, but I was not running late, and in fact, had a little time.   So we walked. And they chatted non-stop and asked every question that crossed their mind, and they talked about how the sand and dirt and grass felt on their bare feet.   It was delightful.

It was a wonderful feeling...to not be on the treadmill of life today.   To have the opportunity to shift the schedule a bit, and soak up a little of summertime through they eyes of two adorable little girls, made me grateful for this time in my life, and for this day.   As I anticipated, Madelyn was tired on the way back and moving slow.   She always wants to go farther than her body is really up for these days.   Apparently it was the same case for my two little companions, because I ended up carrying one, then the other back home when the excitement of the adventure had subsided some heading that direction.

I got home with a tired dog, a white skirt patterned with dusty little foot prints where their legs had rested as they hitched a ride on my hips, and the need for another shower and a new outfit for my meeting. But I had time to get it all done, even with the unplanned summer adventure.  And that, my friends, is one of the wonderful ramifications of this time "on the beach".   Horray for the little voices that brought me big joy today.

Good Question

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:32 GMT

Good Question

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Good Question.

It's what I've been thinking about a lot lately, and it has nothing to do with Jason DeRusha and Joe Berglove who do the great GQ question on WCCO.   I've been thinking about the question presented to me across the desk of a television executive recently.

The question came when I was interviewing for a job out west, closer to the place I come from.   It was a great city, a great station, and a great job.   Oh yeah, and the people who flew me out there couldn't have been nicer.   I liked each an every person I met during my visit, and felt a great connection to those I managed to have some one-one-one time with.  It was a perfect fit.   It gets even better...they offered me the job.

It should have been a no-brainer and I should likely be packing my bags and putting the house on the market.   But here I sit, writing a blog at a coffee shop in the Twin Cities and I won't get a dime for it.   What the heck am I thinking?    I'm thinking about that good question I was asked.

It went like this: "What is it Jeanette Trompeter wants?"   Simple question, really.   And yet not.   I suppose we all spend a fair amount of time thinking about what we want, dreaming about it probably.   I do.   But I for one, have often let reality get in the way.   You gotta make a living, right?
(I was always taught the answer to that question is yes.)  From my first exposure to the industry, I wanted to be a journalist.   For many years I couldn't believe I got paid to do the job (and truthfully, I barely was getting paid to do it for the first half of my career.)   But at some point, I realized I needed to make a living, and I wasn't giving up journalism, so I gave up my hometown in California instead.   I packed up my worldly possessions in my little Toyota and headed for Des Moines, Iowa.

I didn't move to Des Moines because it's where I wanted to live.   I moved there because I got a great job offer.   And I stayed because I got another...a raise that made buying furniture and settling in some seem like a reasonable thing to do.   I made friends, discovered the magic of fireflies, the sweet goodness of Iowa sweetcorn, and became an Iowa Cyclone fan.   I got a dog. and for the most part, I had a great time there.   But I was working nights, again.   And when I took a job with Better Homes and Gardens Television, I was working weekends, and vacations too. I have no complaints.    It helped me dig myself out of the debt built up during those early low-paying years.   I bought a house.  I bought a new car. I even discovered what "disposable income" was.   That's fulfilling in and of itself for a girl who wasn't used to being financially comfortable.

And then a bigger and better offer came from the Twin Cities. Wrong direction. I had always planned on heading back home for the next gig. But this was a great opportunity. Intentional or not, I had planted some roots in Iowa, and painful as it was, I ripped them up and headed north.   You just can't pass up certain opportunities for growth.   But it always comes with growing pains.   I didn't know a soul when I moved here, and though I was smitten with the beauty of the Twin Cities, and the entertainment opportunities, I had only Madelyn (my dog) to help me explore it all.  My first year in Minnesota was a lonely one.

Of course it changed. I once again made friends, bought a house, and began to find my place in this new environment.   I loved my job, my co-workers and my life here. I still love my life here.    But you gotta make a living, right?   So when I lost my job, my agent and I began the immediate search for a new one.   And I've been fortunate to land some interviews.   There has been very little downtime during my stint "on the beach", and that is a mixed blessing.

Because when the question was uttered "What is it Jeanette Trompeter wants", I was unprepared with a solid answer.    And in the days that followed, I realized this was a time in my life I really wanted to take some time to figure that out.   So I took a leap of faith, and passed on a dream job out west and am opting to take a closer look at what I want my dream life to look like.

So that is what I'm up to these days.   I can't take too long to figure it out, but I am fortunate enough to be able to buy a little time.   And while losing my job was heartbreaking, I do feel grateful for this chance to hit pause, and quite literally explore my options. It doesn't come without anxiety, but I do feel like this is a magic time in my life, and I'm confident it will all work out.   And maybe the next time I'm asked a really good question, I'll be better prepared with a really honest and well-thought out answer.

Beach Party

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:30 GMT

7/6/09
Beach Party
You know, there is a heck of a gathering happening on the beach today, and it has nothing to do with the 4th of July, or even summertime.   I knew it was happening, but I had no idea how big of a party it was until I was officially invited.   Trust me, you don't need to feel left out if you haven't received your invitation.   In fact, you probably want to feel pretty grateful about it.

For those who haven't heard the term "I'm on the beach", it's used a lot, at least in my industry, as a way to say "I'm unemployed".   I've heard it uttered by news directors and managers over the years, and it's usually not uttered in a very positive tone.   It usually carries a hint of pity, or sarcasm, or even excitement if the person is someone of interest.   There's always the likelihood the "beached" might be snapped up at bargain prices in their desperation.

Now, I'm one of those people "on the beach".   It's a weird experience.   Of course it's unnerving, scary and stressful, but one thing it doesn't seem to be as much of these days, is embarrassing.   I can't believe how much company, good company, I have with me looking for seashells.   Because I work in television, my "departure" from my job was well publicized and people know I've added to recent unemployment numbers.   What I'm finding out is how many others I know are too.

Every single day I talk to someone who shares their story of being "let go" or maybe worse yet, losing their business.    If they still have a job, it's getting harder and harder for them to say they're "gainfully" employed, when they venture into talk of how business has been lately. And it's hardly uncommon to talk to someone in the process, or facing the possibility of losing their home.   It seems the shame of having things go south has been stripped away in this "new economy" in which we are now living.

I know these are troubled times. And I'm not saying it's an even trade-off by any means,but frankly...I find it kind of refreshing that the superficiality of life as we knew it has gone by the wayside to a certain degree.   When people ask neighbors, friends and acquaintances "how ya' doing these days?" I believe they're genuinely interested in the answer.   And if they ask it of someone who's unemployed, it's not with an aura of silent superiority but a sense of empathy, because so few feel immune to fallout of our economic woes.

I like that people are talking openly about their concerns and troubles, rather than bragging about their latest purchase or investment returns.   I like that people are bragging about the great purse they found at the second-hand store for a couple bucks, rather than showing off their latest designer bag. I love that "keeping up with the Joneses" has gone by the wayside.

We've all heard our struggles make us stronger....that troubled times often tend to bring people together.  I know we'd all like things to be different these days, but I think that when we finally do reach the other side of this "economic downturn", we may look back at this time and see there was some good that came of it.    Or maybe I've just had too much think-time here "on the beach".

Hand tough my friends. This too shall pass.

JT

P.S. It was an iffy weather-weekend, but I managed to find some sunshine and smiles on the lake this weekend.

David was thrilled JT felt comfortable enough to take the wheel with all her weekday boat time so he could kick back and relax for a change.

And a little drizzle and overcast skies proved perfect for grillmaster and neighbor Tom to prepare his annual 4th of July rib-fest.

Seize the day!

Happy Birthday America

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:29 GMT

7/3/09
Happy Birthday America.

That's what my silly friend has been going around saying to everyone all weekend. It's the truth, but it sounds funny when she says it.   It's 4th of July weekend, Independence Day, the high point of summer.   Whatever you want to call it, it's one of my favorite weekends of the year, but it comes with mixed emotions.

On the very superficial side, it's the weekend we celebrate all that is summer; barbecues, boating, swimming, sunburns and fireworks.   But it also marks the middle of the season we all seem to love here in Minnesota.   Like it or not, we're going to be seeing summer clearance sales, and fall preview catalogues arriving in the mail soon.   Maybe even back-to-school sales.   What's up with that?! Don't ruin my party with the thought that summer could already be winding down. It hasn't even really gotten started. It makes me mad because I don't want to think about anything but flip flops and tank tops and warm summer evenings right now, okay?   Especially since I think there have been maybe two nights that you could comfortably sit outside with the summer attire on so far. See what I mean? Mixed emotions.

Then there's the angst that comes with the history behind the holiday.    Independence, and the price paid for it. We will light fireworks, eat and drink too much, and do it all in the name of the price our forefathers paid for the right to do so.   And I'm all for it. But I can't help but think about the men and women still paying; the ones who would love to feel the chill of a Minnesota summer evening about now, as they swelter in the heat of the desert.   And the families who will do their best to continue the 4th of July traditions this weekend, while dealing with the void of someone missing from the celebration.   It's hard enough knowing their loved one is in a war zone...even harder for those who know their loved one isn't anymore, and yet, still won't be coming home.   Like I said, mixed emotions.

So, while I'm bummed the weather isn't exactly cooperating with my weekend plans on the lake, it's really not a big deal in the whole scheme of things.   It's 4th of July weekend, and there is plenty to feel lighthearted and happy about.   I just hope everyone takes a moment or several throughout the weekend to honor the mixed emotions that come with this summer holiday.   I'm off to buy hot dogs for the grill and ice for the cooler.

Happy Birthday America.   Happy 4th of July weekend my friends!

Hello Friends

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:26:28 GMT

7/1/09
Hello Friends.

JT is stepping out of the privacy cave I've been living in the last three months and putting this domain name I've been paying for to some sort of use.    So, welcome to jeanettetrompeter.com.   I'm not sure what exactly it is, or will be, but we will start with it as a place for me to start blogging again.   I am flattered and appreciative of those of you who have visited my facebook page and let me know you actually read the one I did for WCCO and that you kind of miss it.

When I do venture out and about the first thing I get asked is "What are you up to these days?" or some version of that.    I have not taken a new job anywhere yet, but am interviewing and throwing the net out wide to see what's out there.    I'm grateful to know that while the job market is tough, there are opportunities.    The question becomes, which ones fits you and what do you want to do next?   There's where I'm struggling a bit.

It's been a challenging few months.    I wasn't exactly expecting to be out of a job when I was let go, so it's been a bit of an adjustment period for me.    There's a little joke I've heard and often repeated: "Want to crack God up?   Tell Him your plans."   That's a little how I've felt lately.   This isn't how I thought I'd be spending my spring and summer of '09, but I also realize just because things don't go as we planned, doesn't mean they aren't going as they should be.

I know there are many folks out there like me...wondering what's next.   Will I be able to sell my house for what I owe on it?   Can I stomach another move across the country? What about Madelyn (or the kids for those of you who have them)?   These are uncertain times and a lot of us are dealing with the consequences of that.

So until I know for sure what's next, I'm riding that collective wave of uncertainty with the rest of you.   I'm finding it's both unnerving and a bit of an adventure.  And on days like this, when it's the afternoon before a three-day weekend, I find it so exciting that I'm not doing the 5 O'clock news tonight and can actually join the masses heading out on their fun adventures a little early.

In the coming weeks, I'll share some of the stories of the last few months...the ups and the downs.

Right now, I have to learn how to work this thing.   Be patient.   I promise to keep you posted on "what I'm up to these days" and share any big news as soon as there is some to tell.