Time to Laugh and Let Loose…
LAUGH TILL IT HURTS
I heard a doctor recently interviewed about heart disease say that your heart will be much healthier if every single day, you laugh uncontrollably. So, friends, I’m helping you out. This video which my husband discovered on youtube, may singlehandedly save your heart. It nearly sent me into early labor. My co-anchor, Todd Wallace, was unable to speak for about 5 minutes after viewing this masterpiece. A word of warning – do not stop after the first 30 seconds. It only gets more stunning as it goes on.
So here it is – the “neutron bomb of bad music videos.”
GIRLS’ NIGHT TO CUT LOOSE
Between life in the newsroom, mothering two busy kids, and growing a new baby, I can get just a little run down. 
Last weekend I treated myself to a little girls’ night out with my theatre buddy, Jill. We’ve performed together at Beef and Boards in the past, but this was a night to hang out in the audience instead of on stage. Between the girl talk, the yummy food, and the talented performers, it was the perfect escape night. “Footloose” brought us right back to the ’80’s, big hair, tight jeans and all. The group dances were awesome – I wanted to jump right up there and dance with them. Only at this point in my pregnancy I might have crashed right through the stage. Probably better that I was sitting at the table sipping iced tea while they danced their feet off.
SNOWBLOWER BLUES
If anyone knows of a steep cliff or a dangerously high bridge from which I can toss my snowblower, please pass it along. After getting the old dinosaur repaired, and even giving it a warm place to sleep in the house on cold nights to make sure it’s not too frozen when we need it, I am sad to say it is stubbornly refusing to start. A good samaritan friend managed to get the thing going once for us, but today it is officially on strike. Ian tried and tried, but it wasn’t even THINKING about giving us a break. I am done cursing at the thing…don’t want this baby to pick up any more ugly vocabulary. So a cliff seems like a reasonable option. Between my big belly and Ian’s bad back (a disc that ruptured TWICE last year) shoveling isn’t going to happen. So….we just drive over the mess until it’s good and packed down, and continue to say COME ON SUNSHINE!!! This has to end soon.
Have a great week – thanks for reading.
Trisha
It’s been a busy week around here as we get ready for the Colts’ Superbowl victory on Sunday! (is that bad luck? I guess I mean to say Superbowl appearance.)
little face and hands. This kiddo loves to kick and squirm during the newscasts, and seems especially awake when she hears Dave Furst’s booming voice in the chair next to me. Everything’s looking great, and we’re looking forward to her May arrival.
I now have not one but TWO karate kids. After watching Calvin for the past year, 4-year-old Clara decided she really, 
really REALLY wanted to give it a try. Tonight was her first lesson – Cal helped her tie on the white belt. Daddy says she did great! This little girl packs a very powerful punch, and looks like a very promising and dutiful student. One friend has warned me about the possibility of a mutiny now that we have TWO kids learning serious marial arts skills. I hope this doesn’t backfire.
members of a unit in Iraq, one of whom is the father of 8-year-old scout Kiersten Veler. 
I started the day ridiculously proud of myself. With the snow falling and kids off to school, I got into my maternity sweats, savored a healthy breakfast of yogurt, granola, and berries, grabbed a tall glass of ice water (and okay just a TEENY bit of real caffeinated coffee) and popped in a Pregnancy Yoga DVD. Could I be any closer to the ideal picture of healthy pregnancy??? With the relaxing music and the snowflakes falling outside the window, it all seemed so serene, so peaceful… 
It was my turn to pick up Clara from preschool at lunchtime today. The drive home in the still-falling snow took about twice as long as usual. She noticed a line of pine trees out the window, pointing out the “Christmas trees with snow on them!” I explained to her the difference between pines and other kinds of trees, and told her how much I loved their smell. 
Bummer. I wonder what that neighbor would have thought if she looked out the window at the two of us sticking our noses up to the icy needles??
don’t mean to be crude ma’am but if you’ve ever been in a field of sheep, there’s nothing worse than the smell of sheep sh*#, and that’s exactly what it smelled like!” As a “Shepherd,” I suppose this is an odor I should discover some day. Or maybe I’ll just take George’s word for it.
Baby Jesus showed up under our front yard tree this week. I’m not sure whose manger scene he came from, or who decided he needed to visit our home, but there he is. He’s got a little crack on the back of his left elbow, but is otherwise looking pretty good for an abandoned baby. I hope we figure out what to do with him soon. Somewhere out there I am sure a ceramic Mary and Joseph are searching desperately for their Holy Infant. 
Does anyone else fear their children will explode with the anticipation of Christmas? Mine are about to levitate off the ground this week. The most useful thing I’ve discovered is that when either of them starts to have a snarky moment, all I have to do is start singing softly, “Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry….etc.” and amazingly, the snarkiness is erased by enormous, forced grins on their faces. Oh, the power of that dreaded Naughty List!!
A huge highlight for me was being able to welcome Iraq war Veteran Bruce Lauderman and his wife, Angie, to the show, thanks to the generosity of an anonymous donor who learned of Bruce’s struggle with cancer on this blog and got them tickets. I know the Laudermans been through an awful lot lately, and they seemed very happy to get a night away to be immersed in Christmas spirit. Thanks to them for coming to the show, and to the secret benefactor who arranged their visit!
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