3-19-13 Wow, it’s been a while! Much has changed in my life the last couple of years! I’ll not go into all of THAT! But, this is a very special day for me as I realize a dream that’s been in the making for nearly a decade. Tomorrow I start shooting a brand new garden show for television!!!! I’m so excited, despite the foot of snow on the ground. The show is called DigIn Minnesota and it’s all about OUR climate zone! A garden to table show loaded with info you’ll want to know. The show starts airing on April 14th, 2013 on The Twin Cities CW – not too far on the “dial” from the regular network channels. It will air every Sunday morning at 9am through September. A dream come true… how blessed am I??!!!???
We are 10 days behind schedule for our Spring! Last year we were 2 weeks ahead at this time. Really?!?! Everyone I know is itching to do SOMETHING outside… well, today is starting out as a gorgeous day. Beware the lure of a beautiful day… tempting as it is to start digging up the yard, take care that it’s not too wet and realize that those plants you stick in the dirt now, may not be as pleased about it as you are. Give them more time to adjust!
On a completely different note, I was fortunate to emcee the first annual Ms Wheelchair MN contest at Running Aces Park in Forest Lake in April. I want to thank Anne Neuman for coordinating the event and making it a very special evening. Congratulations to the winner, Jenni Taylor, who will represent those with less mobility in front of many audiences.
Ms Wheelchair MN 2011
interviewing a candidate
what did I just say?
I had a chance to emcee the Klondike Kate competition and last night was honored to emcee the Klondike Kate Cabaret in downtown St. Paul, MN. These women are the mistresses of song, fun and frivolity! I’m the one wearing all the feathers!
At the competition on Jan. 5th, 2011
me and the sound crew!
What a fun bunch of gals! They made emceeing easy with plenty of fodder for banter! Do you know that the feathers they leave behind are called “Kate Droppings” and if you place one under your pillow, your dream will come true?
Remember the old Reader’s Digest feature “Points to Ponder”? I recently picked up a Readers Digest, does that mean I’m getting old? That’s a point to ponder! Anyway, it didn’t have the section anymore. Nor did it have “Quotable Quotes”. I used to love those. Does that mean no one has said anything of note worth quoting? Probably not, as much of our news is delivered to us via TMZ and ET.
How is it that the Kardashians seem to infiltrate every major network along with cable?
Pawn Stars, have they become caricatures of themselves? No point pondering this one as I recently watched a snippet of the show and thought, yup, celebrity has gone to their head. Really, Chumley?!?
And don’t get me started on Bridalplasty!! OMG! A womans quest to change everything about herself before she marries the man who asked her while she looked like her real self. Huh?
How many of us truly care that Prince William is getting married?
Whatever happened to the “man” that got pregnant? I guess we’ll never know now that “Oprah” is going off the air. Whew!
And WHY don’t people use their blinkers? Oh, you needed both hands to text! Sorry, my apologies. Lord knows that’s more important than driving a 2 ton vehicle capable of killing the both of us. Mayhem!
As I question whether to say out loud that I just turned 50, I ponder, why do I need to, literally, gather my courage to admit it? Perhaps it’s because some of the people I know in media said “oh god, NEVER admit how old you are, you won’t get any work”!
I have been in the media since 1992. I came to it later in my life and was told how lucky I was to even get noticed at the advanced age of 31. ADVANCED AGE? Yes, that’s what one tv producer said to me. After being “in the business”, it’s obvious, in many areas, that knowledge and experience have nothing over youth and good looks. In many cases now, with the proliferation of puerile reality shows, it’s not even about talent but notoriety, just how nasty can a person get. Sorry, that’s a whole other blog!
The fact is, I’m 50. I made it to the half-century mark. OMG, I’m like, so psyched! And, you know, I really am. LMAO. There are so many reasons that being 50 is a good thing. Aside from the obvious, I’m still here, I’m healthy, happy and more inclined to let a lot of trivial stuff slide off my back. It seems that more and more things really are trivial. The important stuff, connections with friends and family, having a special someone to share in a game of scrabble, riding my motorcycle or weeding a garden have more meaning and give my life even more happiness. I’m also not so inclined to take crap!
Getting older isn’t losing vitality, it’s honoring the vitality I have by allowing myself the freedom to finally be WHO I AM. Whatever that may be!
I may be more weathered but I’m also wiser. Yes, I’m 50. There’s no denying it. Will you stand up for your age?
- After 16 years I got back on a motorcycle!
What a year for us here in Minnesota! Makes ya want to say “Ya, you betcha!” It also makes you want to scream as you drive in chrome-to-chrome traffic trying to get to work or appointments. What is “that thing” that makes us crazy drivers? I talked traffic for 14 years in the Twin Cities and STILL can’t figure it out. By the way, make sure you have plenty of “blue juice”!
When I was a kid, my mom used to take us out in parking lots and whip donuts with the big old Lincoln. (Donuts isn’t the word we used at the time but I’ll refrain from swear words!) We had a blast as mom “let ‘er rip”. My dad taught me to always test the road. Go out in it, and when it’s safe, apply steady pressure to your brakes and see what happens, that way you’ll know how far or close you can drive to the person ahead of you. I still do that. Of course, when I first started driving we had to “pump the brakes”. Yes, I’ll go ahead and date myself. Speaking of dating myself, I just had a big birthday and will blog about that tomorrow!
I wasn’t much on nursery rhymes or fairy tales as a kid. By the time I came along, my mom wasn’t too interested in reading them AGAIN!!
I do think that we can create our own Fairy Tale. Case in point is a book my friend, Joan Steffend, just wrote called “…and she sparkled”. In it, Joan talks about herself as a little girl and all the promise of SPARKLE in her. Then, slowly, the world burdens her with responsiblility and rules and, suddenly, the sparkle is gone.
We can take it back by acting responsible when we need to but remembering the SPARKLE of what carry within us.
I have a friend who thinks my obsession with gnomes is tacky. And yet, she bought me a CAST IRON gnome for my birthday! Now that’s love!
Every time I make plans for my birthday (which happens to be tomorrow), it snows. Does that mean it’s my fault? In the great Cosmos I don’t think my blip has that much bang!
While musing about my non-existent powers over the elements, I was pondering how others feel in the wake of huge natural disasters. Many people believe that it’s some punishment from God. Do you really think He’d do that and if it’s a punishment, wouldn’t a “good parent” explain to you WHY you were being punished instead of just whipping the daylights out of you and then letting you guess what you’d done wrong? Just a thought.
“Twas the night before Christmas” gardeners version by Teri Knight
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
not a plant was stirring, not even a sprout
The seedlings were hung by the glow of a grow light
in hopes they’d spring-up-in-summer, to the gardener’s delight
The poinsettias were nestled all snug in their pots
with dreams of moisture, but certainly not rot
When out in the yard, there arose such a clatter,
the gardener rose to see what was the matter
Away to the window, she flew like a flash
to see Bambi and bunny make a mad dash
They’ve nibbled the branches and ate the bark,
Ahh, but God’s creatures must eat and leave their mark
The moon shines brightly on new fallen snow
and the plants underneath are assured to grow
Covered in natures protective shield, the blueberry bushes next year will yield
such wonderful bounty our fingers get stained, with blueberry juice,
that’s all that remains
The gardener nestles all snug in her bed,
while visions of veggies dance in her head
As the gardening craze grows listen for more Garden Bites,
happy Christmas to all
and to all a good night!