Meg's Mantras

The World Series is Killing Me, New Diet is Saving Me

2011-10-28T11:15:00.000-07:00

The World Series might be killing me.

I grew up just outside of Dallas. When I think of how I spent my summers, one of the first memories I have is going to Rangers games with my dad. Needless to say, I am a devoted fan. So, after a game like last night's, I am fortunate I don't have heart failure. Stress! Tonight's game 7 could do me in. My heart is pounding just thinking about it.

When I think about my time at the Ballpark with my dad, I remember liking the hot dogs, sure, but I especially loved the Big Kahuna ice cream sandwich! This memory brings me to my newest adjustment in life. I can no longer eat hot dogs, Big Kahunas, or the like. For health reasons, I have to avoid eating gluten. I'm fortunate to have my health, so I am not complaining. I only write about it, because it is all so new to me, I could use some advice. If you know of any delicious, gluten-free recipes, send them my way! I especially need some good ones going into the holidays. This girl loves to eat, she'll just have to be a little more persnickety. ;)

Latte Alternative

2011-09-22T12:14:00.000-07:00

When the Texas temperatures drop below 90 degrees and the leaves start to fall (because of the season change, not the fact that they cannot subsist in this drought), our taste buds tingle for... SEASONAL LATTES!!! Well, mine do.

The Pumpkin Spice Latte at Starbucks is always a hit. Its plush but smooth flavor brings to mind Grandma's pumpkin pie served on vintage transfer wear of yellow and blue. Okay, perhaps I'm embellishing the drink a bit much, but it's good, and all of you latte lovers know it. **BUT** There is a cheaper option that's quite comparable.

A thirsty young woman was I the other day, when the sweet nectar that is coffee was the only thing to satisfy my arid tongue. Aaaaand, I just needed caffeine. I'll get on with it... So, I happened upon the coffee station at 7-Eleven and noticed *SOUND BARONIAL TRUMPET* 7-Eleven's version of the pumpkin spice latte! Indubitably, I poured a cup, checked out... waited for it to cool... and waited... and TRIED IT! A couple of sips and relishing moments later, and I was sold.

I'll admit, the Starbucks version is a bit better. But, for those of you who are not coffee snobs, the 7-Eleven latte not only satisfied my desire to jump-start that fall feeling before the temperatures settle, but it was less than half the price of the Starbucks seasonal latte. The price alone is enough for me, and I got the caffeine buzz I was looking for!

The Real People of the Big Country

2011-07-22T18:37:00.000-07:00

People are my passion. I love to serve and love, and I find few things in life more enjoyable than finding someone with a great story. The trouble is, we are not always allowed the time to feature life stories on the news, stories that deserve to be told. That, along with my interest in film, is what brings me to a new series for my blog, "The Real People of the Big Country".

I want to tell your stories in a most raw yet resplendent way. The featured person and perhaps someone in his/her life would talk on camera about a life experience, mainstay, or way of living. It could be someone who made a big impact on a community, a behind-the-scenes hero, a laborer, a family man, you name it! This is not limited to any one type of character but a multitude. If you or someone you know has a great story to tell, not a one-time account necessarily, but a good life story, send them my way! I'll do my best to tell as many stories as I have time to.

Email me the information: mdobbs@krbc.tv

It's Our Year!

2011-05-27T17:38:00.000-07:00

By "our" I mean the Dallas Mavericks! Being from near Dallas, I have long been a huge fan of all Dallas teams.

A couple of friends and I went to game 4 when the Mavs SWEPT the L.A. Lakers! Our Executive Producer, Mark Moseley, a producer from some other station in town, my sister and I all say the Mavs OBLITERATE Kobe and his cronies. The arena was electric! It's amazing what preposterous behavior a sporting event can evoke... AND I LOVE IT! Look at these guys with their creative "sweep the Lakers" display.

Well, it's on to face the Miami Heat for the championship for a second time. We can do it! Relatively few believe we can, but I have no doubt that we can take them down. It'll likely take 7 games, but this is our time! The Mavs are as able as ever and more experienced. They're tired of losing and are going into this duel with intense focus. I'm going to do my best to get tickets to the finals this weekend. They go fast, and they're expensive, so I'll keep you posted.

LET'S GO MAVS!!!

Wildfire Mania: No Longer on the Threshold

2011-04-15T11:19:00.000-07:00

Having lived in Texas my entire life, I am well aware of the potential for fire danger as the warm months (most of them) approach. I didn't ascertain just how weighty the effects fire season carried until working in news in West Central Texas.

We hear grass fires toned out on police and fire scanners throughout much of the day, send a camera crew and expect the blaze to be extinguished without much ado. Now, however, my heart breaks. To come to work each day and hear of more homes destroyed and lives uprooted, I am rattled to the core. The gravity of Mother Nature's damaging orchestration hits me now, yet I have personally been untouched by fire's sting.

To the individuals and families enduring hardships due to this treacherous start to fire season, I mourn with you and hope a beautiful retrieval of life will find you when it's over. KRBC wants to help area volunteer firefighters, too, and you can take part! We're hosting a fire relief drive Wednesday, April 20 from 12p - 6:30p outside the KRBC studio. Drop by your donations and say thanks!

End to Bullying: You May Say I'm a Dreamer

2011-03-03T08:23:00.000-08:00

Fat. Ugly. Poor. Freak. These are just a few words among the myriad used to torment, ridicule and shame children across the nation. And, guess what? It's happening right here in Abilene. This derision you will not often see in the news. No, it slithers through hallways and across cafeterias, leaving no trace of anguish, until, of course, it's too late.

When I first read the story KRBC's Jessica Reyes reported on the Abilene middle school student who says he was bullied to the point of suicidal thoughts, I was honestly brought to tears. Bullying should have no place in this city! There is no reason a boy should be taunted simply because of his weight. The girl in the back of Geometry class should not have to loathe what she sees in the mirror each night, because the popular girls snickered at her acne! And, the kid who doodles compulsively and acts out uncomposed symphonies isn't necessarily wierd or a freak; he may have an underlying mental illness or problems at home he's trying to escape!

The truth is this, teens, CHILDREN, are killing themselves over insults and hatred cast on them by their peers, who are probably more insecure than the victims were before onset contempt! Who knows what these lives might have achieved, what impact they might have had on the world? We may never know, but we can use their examples to fuel us to be better.

Lack of love, I believe, is the root of all wrongdoing. Love somebody in need of love today. Who knows? You may reach them just in time.

Surprise Serenade

2011-02-11T11:40:00.000-08:00

I do not easily blush, but I must have been a fourth shade of pink Thursday night.

We often have one final story at the end of the 10 p.m. news, usually something light-hearted and entertaining. This time, our executive producer had us sit in a different area of the studio. I just went with it, not knowing I was about to be serenaded by a gallant quartet singing love songs.

I was honestly much more surpised than I looked when the popped in, but I was rather confused. I thought, "Maybe I was supposed to know this was planned." I wasn't. When I realized the foursome were each gazing into my eyes, that's when I became cognizant of the fact that I was to be caught off guard. Boy, was I! I was also sleep deprived, so maybe that's why it took me awhile to realize what was going on.

My reaction may not have been as grandiose as planners had hoped, but I was absolutely stunned and completely flattered. Perhaps it struck me mute!

Check it out. What a great idea for Valentine's Day! http://bigcountryhomepage.com/fulltext?nxd_id=340976

2011: Year of Misfortune?

2011-01-13T22:16:00.000-08:00

Nah, I wouldn't call it that, but I have had a surprising share of mishaps since the start of the year. Even if the hapless start of my 2011 presages the year that lies ahead, I greet it with great ambition. Besides, the "hapless" events that have happened to me are minuscule.

Jan. 1: I unintentionally parked in a private lot in downtown Dallas without paying. Returned to the car late that night to find a boot on it. I had to pay $105 to get it off. Yes, it was my own fault for not being more attentive.

Jan. 2: My tooth (crown) popped out, while I was eating a panino. It's in the back of my mouth, so chewing has been a feat.

Jan. 7: I vomited aboard a C130J aircraft with a Dyess crew. My motion sickness gets the best of me fairly often. Thankfully, the crew had a "motion sickness" bag handy. I still had a great time! Here's a link to the story: http://www.bigcountryhomepage.com/search-fulltext?nxd_id=328956

Jan. 8: My hair got caught in a key chain. It was so entangled, I lost the mangled strands.

Life delivers far more detrimental happenstance than what I've experienced so far this year. With that in mind, I have just laughed and continue to look forward to what's in store for 2011.

I don't often make resolutions to start a year, but I have one this time around. My resolution is to play my guitar regularly. I typically just pick it up on occassion to play, then let it collect dust. I love music, so I'm commiting to play more! Do you have any resolutions? What's your secret to sticking to them?

Cheers to 2011!

A Big Little Donation

2010-12-20T17:56:00.000-08:00

Several from the KRBC crew rang bells alongside Salvation Army kettles over the weekend. I ended the day with a warm heart, partly from my own small contribution but even moreso from seeing so many generous people freely give! Of all the munificent donations that day, one young philanthropist touched me the most.

He must have been 6 or 7. The young boy emerged from between his two parents and marched intently toward us. Without hesitation, he took the cash from his hand and shoved every bit of into the red kettle. The boy gave an accomplished grin after the act and held his head high as he walked back to his parents. The parents stood astounded, telling us how that was all of his spending money which he had just received.

I believe the boy's donation was only a couple of bucks or so, but all that he had, he gave. Whether it's sparing my loose change for a non-profit organization or buying a sandwich for the homeless man on the corner, the next time I consider looking the other direction and moving on, I'll think of this boy. His selfless act of giving is what brings Christmas to families who might not otherwise find it. May we all find in ourselves the desire to reach out this holiday season, instead of settling in.

Cheers.

My Dark and Early Transition

2010-12-13T08:52:00.000-08:00

I mean dark as in the night's sky, not that metaphorical obscurity that people use to describe their inner turmoil. Let's move on.

In fact, that's what I am blogging about today--how I'm moving on. I am no longer on Abilene Today and Midday but KRBC's 6 & 10 p.m. newscasts. The move has been thrilling emotionally and psychologically, but the challenges of the physical transition are indubitably present. Fortunately, the challenges, all told, are minor.

Appetite - Over the last year, my weekdays began at 3 a.m. My eating habits, nevertheless, started shortly thereafter. My last meal was around 5:30 p.m. to accommodate my 7 o'clock bedtime. Now, I head to the station about 11 hours later and get off sometime after the 10 p.m. news. I now take my final bite just hours before what used to be my first bite. Needless to say, my stomach has been a bit confused.

Cognizance - I have been slightly less sharp than usual, especially come 10 p.m. news time, but the lack of vigilance has not been a hinderance. I am simply living another time zone, so to speak. I suspect I'll gain full attentiveness by the end of week two. Besides, the adrenaline is enough to make Eeyore do the Macarena!

On a scale of 1-10 (1= Meh, these issues aren't enough to make me sneeze! 10= Cumbersome's wicked stepmother), I'd say these "challenges" get a rating of about 0.63. When compared to the full extent of my gratification, they fall to something like 0.31. All in all, I loved waking up with Abilene, and now I love getting to say, "Goodnight!" Plus, my friends haven't excluded me from their evening festivities, even as I work!

Cheers.

The Hard Facts About Hard Drugs

2010-11-22T13:33:00.000-08:00

I recently reported the story on teen drug use in Abilene, particulary the prominence of ecstasy. Though only one teen spoke with me on camera about the issue, almost every one of the tens of local teenagers I talked to about x said it's commonplace among their peers. The same, as you might have guessed, was said of marijuana.

The thought that teens are experimenting with the drugs without their parents knowing is frightening enough. Hearing from other teens that those who try such drugs seem to get "bored" with them and move onto potentially more dangerous drugs, I should hope many would find unnerving.

I have seen people very close to me become ensarled in the narcotic web. The addiction consumed, terrorized, demoralized and utterly destroyed their lives. That is, until they got help. Their dependence on drugs largely affected my life and the lives of others around me. And guess what. The spirals all began with a social experiment. "Let's just try it! Just this once..." I can only imagine what they must have thought as teenagers, when the thought of taking that pill or that puff "just once" entered into their minds. Hooked. A life of dreams, shattered.

Thankfully, I have also seen the face of recovery, how someone can overcome a life of addiction at any age. Did it happen overnight? Far from it. The process took years of deceit, lies, heartache and immense pain for both parties. It can, however, be done. Texas Rangers center fielder (one of my heroes) Josh Hamilton is proof of that.

On the other hand, I have known those who were not so fortunate. Their lives were cut short, along with their passions, ideals and all that came with it. Talk about affliction; the loved ones of such deceased know the meaning of the word.

I didn't intend to write about such a weighty subject, but when I thought of teens partying the night away trying anything and everything just to fit in, my heart broke. Perhaps 9 our of 10 of those teens walk away unscathed, but there is and will always be that one. The one who got in too deep. The one whose aspirations of becoming a lawyer or professional athlete and one day starting a family suddenly crumble. To that one, I say don't do it! Rise above the peer pressure and be better than the rest. Outshine your classmates by saying "no" now. It could mean your life. To those already in deep, you can do it! Stay strong. Want help. You can do anything you set your mind to. I've seen it done.

Meg

You can view the story here: http://bigcountryhomepage.com/search-fulltext?nxd_id=313937

How Indignation Sparked Inspiration

2010-11-08T19:44:00.000-08:00

When I planned my return to a place where the rumored housing of illicit sexual and drug-related activity keep Abilene families from freely gathering, I hoped for the best. I envisioned arriving to find a park purged of the filth foretold in local hearsay.

The picture I found was not the depiction I would have liked to report back to you with. Vehicles were parked throughout the plot, all occupying men. Still, I tried to commence the endeavor without bias. My equivocal mindset, however, was altered upon the ensuing discovery. I witnessed a man explicity exposed in a manner I'll simply refer to as blatantly unlawful. Moreover, the sighting was just after a weekday lunch hour.

Finding someone in the act of such sexual behavior, especially in a public place, was galling. AND THEN...I made another trip to Kirby Park one week later. Again, I saw a man even more definitively exposed! Vexed, I called the police.

After evaluating all that I witnessed at Kirby Park, my gripe is not with the city, nor is it with police. In fact, I am not discontented with anyone, beside those committing the crimes. Rather, I am inspired; inspired to encourage the residents of Abilene. The City and law enforcement made clear their willingness to do what they can to stop such lewd behavior, noting they need residents' help. How? Citizens of Abilene must report to police any lascivious or questionable activity seen in any public place, including parks.

This working relationship, City employees say, is what will cleanse, renew and beautify Abilene for the betterment of the people; the betterment of future generations.

See the story here: www.bigcountryhomepage.com/search-fulltext?nxd_id=310956

Change of Colors, Change of Mind

2010-10-21T05:59:00.000-07:00

I returned to Abilene Tuesday from my trip to New England. My family and I visited my aunt and uncle in New Hampshire. You may have heard about or seen the "change of colors" that come about this time of year in the Northeast. It's true what they say--incredible! As a lover of nature, it takes far less than a solar eclipse to take my breath away.

The trees were brilliant in musters of red, yellow and fluorescent orange. Their height made the tincture all the more splendid. I could, at this time, pull from my poetry pocket and compose for you a bit on how my time up North made my life more chromatic. Instead, I'll just show you the pictures. Keep in mind, these pictures were all taken on an IPhone. Pictures cannot bring justice to the awe to be had when perceived by the naked eye.

During our time in New England, we spent an evening in Salem (famous for witch trials and The Scarlett Letter), took a day trip to the Maine coast (GORGEOUS), took a day trip to Cambridge/Boston and spent an afternoon at Robert Frost's farm (he wrote some of his greatest works there).

While I had a great time walking in technicolor with temperatures in the upper 50s, it felt good coming home to Abilene.

My "Surreal" Halloween Plans

2010-10-06T06:30:00.000-07:00

Halloween is a fun excuse to dress up. I won't go on about it being an excuse for many to dress scantily, as I ranted last year. Rather, I just want to get your input on what I should go as this year.

I don't have plans yet, but I am quite certain I will end up somewhere, costume-clad. I have for years been considering going as Salvador Dali but have yet to do so. Perhaps this should be the year. It makes sense in that it makes no sense at all. I have no plans, yet I want to dress up. This sounds like condign circumstances for donning a Dali-esque disguise.

If not Dali, any other suggestions? What are you doing this Halloween?

Meg

Sometimes You Just Have to Laugh...After Throwing a Fit

2010-09-17T15:17:00.000-07:00

This week was a long week. Each day something popped up to prolong my obligations for the day. I'm going to tell you about one day in particular--Tuesday.

ACU held the Toms shoes event that afternoon. I had already (willingly) worked a long day. My youngest sister is really into the Toms shoes craze right now, along with the innumerable youth donning the highly identifiable shoes that scream, "I'm a humanitarian!" Okay, Toms really is a great concept, and I am glad to see people doing good things for the planet. I digress...

ACU's event allowed people to buy a pair of white Toms and custom decorate them at one of their craft stations. "What a great surprise for my sister," I thought. So, I went. The event started at 3:00 p.m., so I showed up at 2:52. I eventually made it to the correct line for the 1% of people who had not pre-ordered their pairs. After waiting for 10 or 15 minutes, the purchase line was informed that we would not be able to buy any until 4 and that there were only 2 pairs of shoes in each size. Another girl and I asked the girls in front of us what sizes they were buying to make sure we'd get the sizes we needed. Given my sister's tiny feet, I was in luck...or so I thought. Foolishly, I didn't ask if they had a size 6; I assumed they did, since they announced having all sizes. After an hour and 8 minutes of waiting, no size six. The smallest size they had was a 7.5, my size. How ironic, right? I didn't want my hour of waiting under the hot sun in dark jeans to be all for naught, so I bought them.

I will shorten the ensuing details. It turned out, I could have paid $10 more at the booth across the way for a "fancier" pair, and they brought ONE SINGLE PAIR OF SIZE 6 TOMS! I asked them to hold the size 6, because there were still numerous girls hoping to buy a pair at the original tent, and I knew they would be disappointed. I figured I could sell my shoes to one of those girls, because 7.5 is the most common shoe size among American women. Immediately, I got a potential taker--the only other non-student woman I noticed at the time. She understandable wanted to try them on. She slipped one on, examined it, and decided she didn't like the fit. I insisted she not waste her money if she didn't like them. Unfortunately, by the time our interaction was over, the potential buyers were gone. I made the executive decision to spend more money and buy my sister a pair at the other booth. I had grown quite jaded at this point. I got my wallet out and asked for the size 6, only to find out that the other sales assistant sold them to someone else!

I blame no one for my failure to get Melissa's size but myself. I was extremely chagrin at this point, utterly disappointed in myself. I realize it sounds inconsequential when viewed aside the grand scheme of life, but those of you with younger siblings, namely sisters, should understand. I wanted to badly to do something to show her my love. More than that, I stood beneath the hot sun, in dark pants, after working a long day (My, those are a lot of prepositions!), for an hour and a half (Last one!). I did it all for Mel and left, ever-so ironically with a pair for myself. Moreover, I had a meeting to attend in two hours! I called the husband to vent.

The story continues...
On my way home from the shoes thing, stewing at this point, a car rolled over across the Winters Fwy. about a hundred yards in front of my. I, along with a few other drivers, immediately pulled over and called 911. I was asked to hold, which I found unusual. After waiting for a few minutes, I hung up. I was certain, at that point, that someone had reached emergency personnel. I headed home, a little unnerved that I was asked to hold. What if I was being attacked or was in a life-threatening situation? The next day, I talked to APD about the incident, and they were unsure at first as well. The extremely nice man working with me to find the answer was able to get to the bottom of it. I found the answer to be quite interesting and worth passing along to other residents. It turns out, though rare, when 911 lines are flooded with calls about a particular event, a caller can be sent automatically to the non-emergency line. That's what happened to me. The dispatcher correctly asked me to hold, thus giving me an opportunity to answer. Lesson learned: even if it's not the emergency line, tell the dispatcher if you're in an emergency! Simple. Life-saving.

The moral of the story is--Sometimes you just have to laugh. I did. Perhaps a bit maniacally at first, but I laughed nonetheless. Life is so much better when you learn to laugh.

*IF YOU ARE STILL READING THIS BLOG, YOU ARE ELIGIBLE TO WIN A MILLION DOLLARS.*

Not really. I am just curious if anyone trudged through the entire thing.

Cheers!

Meg

A Weekend to Remember...At Home

2010-08-31T15:00:00.000-07:00

Monday, my husband and I celebrated 2 years of marriage! The past 24 months have been the most eventful months of my life, and I have loved and learned every minute.

As our wedding anniversary neared, Matt and I considered weekend getaways within driving distance. Thanks to everyone who submitted suggestions on our Abilene Midday Facebook page! We spent the weekend in Dallas! Forney, actually. We were thinking about San Antonio or Austin, but a college tuition payment and medical bill later, we settled on the least expensive option--my home town. Yes, we stayed with my parents for our little "getaway" weekend. Believe it or not, it was a splendid way to celebrate our marriage.

My parents have poured so abundantly into our lives, they were the perfect people to celebrate with and thank. Okay, maybe the fact that we had a free place of lodging had a LITTLE to do with it (intentional oxymoron, writing the word "little" in big letters). We did have a swell time with them. I took Matt to the Sixth Floor Museum at Dealey Plaza, where President JFK was shot. He had never been. We also went to one of my favorite places, Central Market, for the Hatch Chili Festival. Yum!

All in all, heading home for our anniversary celebration turned out to be a surprising delight. A felicitous occasion, needless to say, filled with lovely characters (a.k.a. my family). By the way, going home to my parents house usually means hanging out with siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, friends, etc. My parents' house is where everyone feeds, drinks and lazes around on the couch. We are a very tight-knit family, despite numerous holes.

One more thing about this "home" talk. I love seeing my family, but the place I call "home" has changed. I realized during my time in Dallas that, as much as I adore that city, Abilene has truly become my home. I am blessed to have great friends here and an established support system. Dallas may be a concrete jungle with metropolitan appeal, but Abilene has charm; it has warmth; and, above all, it is a beautiful amalgam of people.

I love you, Abilene!

- Meg

Tree-Trimming, My Semi-Obsession

2010-08-03T07:15:00.001-07:00

I've found my newest hobby: tree-trimming! I find manual labor invigorating, especially when it involves beautification. So, when I took it upon myself to shear some limbs from our overgrown trees, I was soon to embark upon a late fixation.

I spent hours trimming our bulky pecan trees. I must have been the first person ever to take a sharp object of any sort to the once-cumbersome greenery. Before I trimmed them, there were branches shooting out all over the place. I could hardly pull into the driveway without limbs grinding along the top of my car. Now, however, my house can finally be viewed as a comfortably lived-in home, rather than a gnat-infested abode hosting clandestine activity. Okay, it wasn't really THAT bad, but it indesputably looks much more pleasant now. Plus, tree-trimming is a surprisingly good workout. I can still feel the burn in my neck and shoulders.

PS: Yes, I know I need a tan.

Merry Mary's

2010-06-21T12:57:00.000-07:00

Mary's Paleteria. I am ashamed to say that, after passing it for more than two year, I popped into Mary's for the first time the other day. I'll admit, it's hard to go wrong with ice cream when it's scorching outside, no matter who makes it. Still, Mary's seemed to have an edge over store-bought ice cream and even the ice cream truck with its child-like, tinkling chimes (Sorry, Ice Cream Lady. Please still come around!).

I ordered a double scoop ice cream waffle cup--one scoop of raspberry, one scoop of pistachio. It was delicious! I honestly don't know if the ice cream itself was what made the experience so enjoyable or if it was the atmosphere. I did rather enjoy the festive wall art and the fact that I was demographically the minority.

The ice cream isn't all that's offered at Mary's. My husband ordered fruit and cream. It was a bowl of just that--fruit and cream. He thoroughly enjoyed his too.

Whatever the weightiest draw, Mary's has an evident appeal that will give you that mom-and-pop charm and inevitably cool you off on a hot, Summer day.

*The picture above is not taken from Mary's. It's just a picture of ice cream that I liked.

Lucy's in the Sky with Diamonds

2010-05-21T06:23:00.000-07:00

She is in my mind, anyway. Thursday, I said goodbye to my dog of 14 years.

Lucy was honestly the best dog I ever knew. I can't think of one thing she ever did wrong. Everyone who ever entered my home growing up instantly took to Lucy. She had such a loving way about her. For 14 years she watched me grow, sat with me through my blunders and wagged her tail for my triumphs. Never once did she complain, never did she falter. To the best dog I have known, forever will I love you. I bid thee farewell, my friend.

Meet Me at Ronnie's!

2010-04-30T13:52:00.000-07:00

Ronnie Ingle's Pit BBQ

This has become my go-to joint here in Abilene. It's at 3919 S. Treadaway Blvd. I had often passed Ronnie Ingle's when traversing through town, and I thought every time, "I should stop in and eat there someday." Finally, several months ago, I popped into Ronnie Ingle's after work one day and ate.

Ronnie's joint is a small, unpretentious one. When I walked in, a sweet-looking, white-haired woman said in a motherly voice, "Come on back, sweetie. What can we gitchya?" I quickly realized the couple in the kitchen--on the only ones in the kitchen, mind you--were Mr. and Mrs. Ronnie Ingle. Mr Ingle seems very jolly and very Texan. I ordered a chopped-beef sandwich. Immediately, Mr. Ingle got out a huge hunk of meat and a big 'ole knife and got to chopping. I liked watching him prepare what I was about to eat. I love a good barbecued meal. Ronnie's is the best barbecue I've had in Abilene so far (though, there is one other highly popular b-b-q place in town that I've yet to try).

So, I love the brisket, and I equally enjoy the atmosphere. As I mentioned, its rather modest, but it feels like home to me. There have never been more than a few people in there when I've had lunch at Ronnie's. And, those few people are always at one table together, chatting and sharing life stories. Even the first time I ate there, the lunch group brought me into their conversation like I was a regular. Every time I'm there now, Ronnie says, "So, yer back for some more of our wisdom? You know you leave here smarter ever time!" I love the lunch groups. Mr. and Mrs. Ingle sit with the lunch group each time, by the way.

Perhaps the reason I like Ronnie's so much is that it really does give me a feeling of home. I grew up in a small town East of Dallas. Every restaurant in the town I grew up in was like Ronnie's--modest and pleasant with home-style cooking. So, maybe I am partial to the atmosphere, but one thing I know is that Ronnie Ingle cooks up a meeeaaaaan barbecue!

Road Rage or Selfishness?

2010-04-05T12:30:00.000-07:00

I am typically tough to rattle, simply because I choose to be. That's not to say I never get flustered or downcast, I just believe in "mind over matter," that there are many things we can conquer if we will ourselves to do so. Our minds are surely capable of much more than the feeble uses we put them to. I'll leave that for another day. Rant aborted. On to the topic of road rage...

I have really taken notice of angry drivers lately. Most drivers seem to fall victim to road rage. Who hasn't? What bugs me is when the road rage is unjust. When it comes to driving, people take on an alter ego. It's as if driving from point A to point B becomes not a means of transportation, but a contest. Here are some familiar scenarios:

1) Car "a" is driving along on a fairly busy thoroughfare at about 45 miles per hour. Car "b" needs to turn right, in the same direction car "a" is headed. Car "a" is about 100 yards away, so car "b" takes the opportunity to turn. The driver in car "a" thinks, "Oh, no they didn't!" and gases it to ride on "b's" tail. Is driver "a" trying to prove that "b" is not better than him, so how dare he pull out in front of him, even though "a" could have simply slowed down a little? What "a" failed to consider is that "b may have had a long, hard day at work and had been waiting for a chance to turn for 6 minutes and had a sick child to tend to at home. I seriously doubt "b" thought, "Take this! Na-nee-na-nee-boo-boo!" I therefore dub car "a," SELFISH.

2) Car "a" is driving slowly through a parking lot, looking for a spot to park. Car "b" is leaving the parking lot, also driving slowly. Car "a" turns to drive toward another row and accidentally pulls out in front of car "b." Both cars hit the breaks, remaining several feet away from colliding. "A," immediately realizing she made a mistake, makes eye contact with "a" and apologizes profusely, waving and obviously apologizing. Though car "b" knows car "a" is apologizing and feels bad for the mistake, "b" still gives "a" a look of disdain while shaking her head, to make sure she knows what an idiot she is! Again, the thought, "Oh, no you didn't!" SELFISH.

I understand getting upset when a car makes a potentially life-threatening move and shows no regret for his decision. When it's a minor maneuver, however, there is no need to show dominance simply for the sake of teeming with a false sense of power. Humans will perform egregious acts of disrespect for power. Power can lead us to do awfully dreadful things. Road rage isn't always so terrible. Sometimes, it just makes us feel good to shout about someone's blatantly stupid decision behind the wheel. But, simply not showing disdain toward another driver when he does make a minor error can be an act of kindness all on its own. Now, that's what I call power.

Happy driving!

Kicking My Way to Soredom!

2010-03-07T11:44:00.000-08:00

Taking part in an athletic event that you haven't played in years will age you pretty quickly. I'm not old yet, but I got a sense of my physical dilapidation this weekend...

KTAB anchor Angela Taylor asked some KTAB and KRBC employees to join forces for a kickball tournament. The proceeds went to Habitat for Humanity. Here's what happened:

It was early Saturday morning, and we were the first team there. Our team consisted of Angela Taylor and her husband, Justin; Victor Sotelo and his wife, Brenda; Tim Caldwell (KTAB Assistant Producer); Kailey Franz; Michelle Ashworth; Brittany Pelletz and her boyfriend, Justin; Maria Oliver; Mark Moseley (KRBC Executive Producer); and my husband Matt and me. "Now, that's intimidation!" you may facetiously jest. You would be right in doing so. Most of us work out moderately, but, as any adult knows, our bodies just don't work they way they used to. We assumed we would play against some average college students and, perhaps, some other adults. As I mentioned, we were the first kickballers on the scene. Finally some beefed-up young dudes with sweat bands on their heads walked up. Unsettled, this prompted one of our teammates to ask the question, "Um...Who are we playing against?" To which the person in charge responded ever so contritely, "Hardin Simmons athletes." Immediately we all erupted into that histerical laughter, which denoted, "What have we gotten ourselves into?!"

To some up our kickball run...We played against the HSU soccer teams in a game that involved what they do best--kicking. The tournament was double elimination. We lasted two games. In other words, we lost our first two and were sent packing. Despite losing, we all had a great time; and, if nothing else, we served as comedic relief for the college students. We had our shining moments. My husband made some intense diving catches, and Brenda Sotelo was surprisingly impressive at the plate. The total assessment: a great time, no injuries, and I'm sore in places I didn't know could get sore. I haven't spoken with my fellow teammates about their soreness, but I'm positive I'm not the only one feeling the aches of our kickball debut.

Meg

Abilene Men Having Secret Sex With Men

2010-02-04T17:00:00.000-08:00

When I found out about the "D.L." hookup parks, I discovered they're not so "down low" afterall. Most of the people I talked to, who have lived in Abilene most of their lives and are between the ages of 20 and 40, had heard about men hooking up in certain parks. The elderly population, however, had heard nothing of the sort. Now, HIV resource workers will tell you that men aren't the only ones secretly getting it on at these public attractions. The act is supposedly happening among men and women as well as teenagers.

It may be taking place among all demographics, but I, on the other hand, observed a far more obvious turnout of men than any other group at the parks. I can only assume the "park-goers" I saw were men-seeking-men. The term "obvious" is not mindlessly expressed. Here is what I saw at Kirby Park...

Our chief photographer and I arrived at the park a little after 3 IN THE AFTERNOON on a TUESDAY. There were 3 vehicles parked near each other, all occupied by men. Keep in mind, Kirby Park has no playground or walking trail. It's simply a couple of picnic tables, a creek, and trees. The men all stared at us with a seemingly fierce ardor. A couple more male-occupied vehicles showed up. They stared at us as well. One man got out of his vehicle and stood leaning against a truck with his hand on his hip, staring at us, nonetheless. The stares of EVERY man there (and trust me, there were only men there) were without falter. The INSTANT we got the camera out, off they went--immediately fleeing the scene. Again, having not spoken to the men, I can only account what I saw. Since intentions are not tangible, I cannot spell out for you what those men had in mind that day. All I know is this--During the 3 o'clock hour of a Tuesday afternoon, men were sitting in their vehicles at a rumored "d.l." hookup park, staring at us. When a camera was in sight, they all fled. I'll let you decide what to make of this situational algarithm. And, yes, sources have told me that more MARRIED men are reportedly having secret sexual encounters with other men. To those men: Do your unsuspecting wives a favor, and **INTERRUPTING THOUGHT: Momma always said, "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."**--nevermind.

There are several other parks in town rumored to be hot spots for said behavior. Some of the ones I have heard of include, Sea Bee Park and Goodlow Park.

Am I trying to out the gay community of Abilene? Absolutely not. We are all equal. I am, however, okay with ousting anyone--gay or straight--for having illegal, unprotected sex in public places. At least go to dinner or coffee first. At the very least, get a motel room. Above all, use protection. That's what I wanted my story to be about. Despite the fact that so much scandalous behavior is going on, what really matters is saving lives. That's what the fine men and women working to raise AIDS awareness here in Abilene are doing--saving lives, one condom at a time.

Thoughts?

Meg

2010-01-18T14:04:00.000-08:00

I love Hollywood award shows, particularly the fashion. I am a big fan of high fashion. After last year's Academy Award show, I blogged about my disappointment in the red carpet fashion, especially among the women. They did not bring it.

At the Golden Globe Awards last night, however, the ladies made up last year's letdown! They were BEAUTIFULLY dressed. Most of the dresses were very feminine, soft and timeless. Even some of the more contemporary ones were quite elegant. I was so pleased with the ladies of Hollywood after last year's lackluster red carpet turnout, I had a hard time choosing my favorites. Here are some of my top picks...

Christina Hendricks

Drew Barrymore

Nicole Kidman

Mo'Nique

Anna Paquin

Lea Michele

Emily Blunt

Penelope Cruz

Jayma Mays

Olivia Wilde

Sandra Bullock

Okay, so I had a hard time narrowing it down. Who are your faves?

Meg

My White Christmas

2009-12-23T17:35:00.000-08:00

I will have a white Christmas. It's nice to be able to say that with such certainty. I'm in Northern New Mexico this week, spending time with family and hitting the slopes. I have been skiing most of my life. The small ski town we are staying at is truly like a home away from home for my family.

It's only day three of six here, and I'm already sore from head to toe. We rode snow-mobiles yesterday, and hit the slopes for the first time today. I love spending Christmas here in the mountains, in this town namely. Every year on Christmas Eve there is a live nativity and sing-along, and the ski crew glides down the mountain in formation carrying road flares. On Christmas night is a luminary lit walk throughout the mountain woods. It's quite enchanting.

I never thought I would enjoy spending Christmas away from home, until I spent it here. Now, I LOVE getting away for Christmas. It's the most wonderful time of the year, and being here takes out a lot of the stress.

These are just a few of my pics from the trip so far. The bearded one is my husband. The two cute girls are my sisters. The other guy is my sister's boyfriend. It has been fun so far!

How are you spending the holidays?

Merry Christmas!

Meg

Can Sexy Be Classy?

2009-11-25T07:29:00.000-08:00

Can sexy be classy? I did a story not long ago on Abilene Boudoir, a photography business here in town. The boudoir style is a 1940's pinup style of photography. Some of the pictures feature women in their lingerie, while others are taken in fancy cocktail dresses. When most people think of women taking pictures in their lingerie, chances are they think the results are risque or even trashy. I might have thought the same before doing this story.

Going into the shoot, I thought the story would be a little racy and controversial. Controversial it may have been for some, but racy it was not. The women I spoke with were normal women, who wanted to treat their husbands to a sexy little surprise. They looked elegant and poised in ALL of the photos. Even the ones in their lingerie were lovely, not trashy. The photographs illuminated the inner beauty of each woman, bringing to light her sexy, confident side. Upon hearing from these women just how good they felt about themselves, seeing how beautiful these pictures of them are, made me realize there is a lot more to sexy than racy images of women in lingerie. It's about confidence and class.

So, if you were to ask me now, "Can sexy be classy?" I would say, absolutely. Abilene Boudoir and the woman featured are proof of that. What do you think?

Cheers,

Meg

Another thing...I do think a woman can become "unclassy" by flaunting pictures like this to men for attention. Such intimate portraits of a woman should be kept private, between her and her significant other!

Friday Funk and Today Show Pics

2009-10-30T14:47:00.000-07:00

Friday did not start off as I had hoped it would, but it ended well. Hear about my day and see pictures of Chris and me with Matt Lauer, Al Roker, and Jenna Bush-Hager from the Today Show! Check out the Morning Buzz blog...

http://bigcountryhomepage.com/content/news/blog/morning_buzz

Halloween: The Pressure to Dress Scantily

2009-10-25T16:02:00.000-07:00

Halloween approaches. I will attend one costume party this year. I enjoy Halloween festivities, so costume parties appeal to me. Mind you, It is not in my taste to dress at all revealing or particularly girlie for the occasion.

Last year, however, I got talked into dressing in a cutesy sailor outfit by some of my friends. This was my FIRST time to ever dress as such for Halloween. Needless to say, I felt awkward the whole night through. I still had fun, but I would have been much more comfortable dressed as Janis Joplin or a ghost in a white sheet.

As you might have guessed, the girls have persuaded me yet again. When I first thought about Halloween this year, I wanted to dress as Salvador Dali (pictured right). The idea for the costume party came about, and the girls immediately began talking about plans to wear costumes with short-cut dresses and sequins. You know the ones--the costumes that in no way resemble the intended character but rather are simply meant to reveal legs and cinch the waist. I am honestly being modest in my description of such outfits. There are plenty of more colorful terms I could use for them, but I will refrain.

So, after much consideration, I will be going as a "vampire vixen." Call me a conformist if you must. I will NOT in any way reveal parts of my body that should not be exposed, and the costume is actually kind of cute. What's sad is most women will. Halloween for them is an excuse to dress far more scantily than what would ever be considered appropriate. Take these two pics for example...is this what police officers and fire fighters really look like?! These are a couple of the more modest ones I found. Even little girls think it's cute to show their tummies and wear short skirts on Halloween. Whatever happened to ghouls, goblins and witches? I am not talking about skimpy ones. I think every Halloween costume should resemble that of the ones the Peanuts characters wear!

That's all.

Meg

Abilene Today, Day One

2009-10-05T13:53:00.000-07:00

Day one on Abilene Today and Midday was a good one. Were the shows flawless? No, it was my first day, but I can tell I am really going to get the hang of it and love it!

I started the day at about 3 a.m. when the irksome tone of my alarm clock rang as calculated. Waking up on day one was not so hard, though, as nerves ran high in anticipation. As sure as my hair is strawberry-blondish with a hint of auburn, I headed straight for the coffee. Upon finishing my first cup, I was more certain that the day forthcoming was to be a fruitful one.

What else need I say? The shows went on, Chris was a joy to work with, and I finished the day absolutely exhausted (plum tuckered out for those with of a southern vernacular).

People keep asking me if it is weird "crossing over" from KTAB to KRBC, but it really is not. I thought it might be, but it has actually been exciting more than anything. I feel extremely blessed to have an opportunity like this, and I couldn't be more thrilled to be a part of a team as excellent as KRBC!

In my next blog post I will recount the experience Chris and I had meeting Matt Lauer and Al Roker. It was the worst great day I have ever had! Explanation to come.

"Monuments to where I have been. Melodies to where I am going."

Cheers,

Meg

For All The World To See

2009-08-24T14:50:00.000-07:00

I have a habitual problem that seems to occur mainly during work--forgetting to zip my pants.

I never imagined I would blog about it, until one open barn incident not long ago. I had been on a fairly serious interview with a County Commissioner, and discovered upon returning to the station that my pants were unzipped. I told Angela about it, and she said, "You have to blog about that!" Hence, I divulge.

I have, however, scrutinized my failure to zip and figured out why it is a recurring problem. Patterns. Yes, patterns. I am typically a slacks-wearer when at work, because it's easier to get around and shoot my own video in pants, rather than skirts. It also looks a little awkward for a skirt-clad reporter to shoot her own video. If you wear dress pants much, you should know that most of them have not one, but two fastens. This is often a button, clasp combination. Most other pants, for some reason, have but ONE fasten. This usually being a button. Due to the 1-2 pattern (button, zip), I seem to leave out step 3 when wearing slacks with 3 steps (button, clasp, zip). Therefore, I subconsciously do the 1-2-out-the-door, rather than the necessary 1-2-3-out-the-door, LEAVING THE GATE WIDE OPEN FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE!

I hope it makes as much sense to you as it unfortunately does for me. This is just one of the prices I pay for a fast-paced mind.

This little celebrity montage of forgetful zippers makes me feel better. The yellow circles are a personal touch. I especially enjoy Susan Boyle wearing hers loud and proud. As you can see she's been doubly undone!

Enjoy,

Meg

Bye-Bye, Bestie!

2009-08-04T16:31:00.000-07:00

((Roll cheesy dream sequence.))

It was my first day of college, and I was a proud Radio-Television major. I walked into my first class, "Television Announcing" with Dr. Sanders, and sitting on the front row was a quirky young lass. Upon noticing the worn Incubus t-shirt and dark-rimmed glasses she donned, I had to sit next to her.

"Sweet backpack," she told me, referring to my plastic and nylon Batman backpack.

"Thanks," I responded assuredly, "Sweet shirt."

Behold, our first conversation. We knew we were birds of a feather. A quirky, dexterous, rock-your-face-off feather! That day, an unbreakable bond was formed. We studied together, sat at the front of every class together, drank innumerable energy drinks together, and even hosted KKOM radio shows together. Not only were we compatible as companions, we had the King Midas touch anytime we partnered together!

((Skip mushy details...))

Being two young women with drive and different visions, Danielle and I never thought we would share the same workplace. After graduation, I began working at KTAB as a reporter. Months later, a photog position opened up here at KTAB/KRBC. Since Danielle excels at such things and was in need of a broadcast job, I told her about it. She is amazing, so she got the job. There's really no need to expound on her unmatchable ability to take a moment and create a video masterpiece (It seems I have just expounded.).

So, for the past nine months, we worked together. Most of my best stories came as a result of our teamwork. What can I say? We are compatible.

((Skipping many more details...))

Now, she's leaving. People keep asking me if I'm sad, but I have to say I am not. Sure, I will miss her, but I am so happy for her success, it far outweighs all melancholy. She's 22 and moving to a top 60 market, for crying out loud! I know the future holds GREAT things for her, and she and I will be a huge part of each other's lives eternally.

((Side note))

Keep an eye out for her, Danielle Reeves (soon to be Ray). Mark my words, she will reach remarkable heights in this industry. She will leave an indomitable mark on the world of creative media, and I am just thrilled to be a part of it.

((Video link))

She has comprised some of our monumental moments in a video that you ABSOLUTELY MUST WATCH. http://bigcountryhomepage.com/content/news/blog/behind_lens

"Monuments to where I have been. Melodies to where I am going." That one's for you, Dani.

Bitter sweetly yours,

Meg

Meg and Matt Plus Three

2009-07-06T19:37:00.000-07:00

Matt and I have made a new addition to our family. Frances. She is a 5-week-old Great Dane puppy. Yes, that makes three dogs. Some people might say that's nuts, especially since we don't have kids yet. With all due respect, if you're one who thinks we're crazy, you don't understand.
There are different strokes for different folks, and my hubby and I happen to be dog lovers. We are also very good with animals.

Piper is a very small dog, and Sherman is a TINY dog. Together, they comprise one small dog.

Another thing, doggies and kitties are way overpopulated in the states. Even in Abilene (where the economy is peachy, right?), the Animal Shelter, Human Society, and Rescue the Animals are overrun with critters whose owner's could not or would not take care of. That's what makes those of us who are good with dogs/cats so integral! It's essential that we step in and give more pets a good home, where they can grow up healthily and happily.

Great Danes are also considered "gentle giants," as they are the friendliest and most gentle breed of dogs, so take that all you fans of yappy tea cup breeds! I kid, I love the tiny ones too--just look at the Sherminator.

Now for more about Frances! She is SO STINKING CUTE! I picked her up in the minute East Texas town of Poetry. Again, she is only 5 weeks old, but she is already almost as big as Piper and outweighs the Sherminator by a long shot. She has a mantle coat, which is mostly black with white markings. It's been a long couple of days for her. I got her Sunday and drove her back to Abilene Monday. I think Piper and Sherman like her, but they don't seem to understand that she's actually just a baby. She's so clumsy and precious, I wish I could put her in my pocket and keep her with me all day. She will grow very rapidly, and we are prepared for that. Matt has vowed to take her running every day. We researched every aspect of Danes and what it takes to raise them before buying one. Plus, we got a GREAT deal on her, which never hurts in the persuasive process.

I will try to get an updated picture of our complete family sometime soon. It will be fun when Frances is full grown (100-130 lbs for females; 120-200 lbs for males).

Well, that's enough about that. The spiel was long, and not as colorful as most of my others. My apologies. Hopefully it still accurately portrays both my love for dogs and my thoughts for those who scoff at our having another dog, and a MASSIVE one at that. Many scoff out of jealousy. I tell no lies.

Cheers,

Meg

Close Encounters

2009-06-16T11:41:00.000-07:00

Things are not always what they seem. That's something we have all experienced. I love nature. Today I noticed two trees, which I often observe on my drive home from work (I should not divert my eyes from the road, I know).

One tree is embellished with gold, gleaming spherical beads. At a distant cast, I'm certain the tiny spheres have been touched by Midas himself.

The other tree is quite large and engulfed in a blanket of silver. The leaves are absolutely brilliant in the sunlight, like they could be melted down for jewelry.

Up close, however the gold beads are nothing more than tan, wrinkly, hollow, balls. They're weak, and I deplete their worth to mere irrevocable plainness. The silver leaves are but grayish-white in color, sickly and dull.

The matter of course from this little analogy can mean whatever you wish, but two illustrations have weight in me.

1) The illusion of beauty is conceivably delightful when viewed from a distant angle. The right angle. When the view is nigh, so is the sobering malady of realization.
LAYMAN'S TERMS: What seems appealing at first glance, isn't always so nice up close.

2) The facets of concrete existence, those acquiescent pillars of life we so readily ignore, can be the illustrious accessories we compulsively crave.
LAYMAN'S TERMS: If we would just stop to notice the small things in life, we might see how beautiful they are capable of being.

And, there is your daily dose of verbose, snobbish intellect. I'll be here all night.

Cheers.

Meg

Goodbye Locks, Goodbye Self Worth

2009-05-26T17:45:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I don't really find self worth in my hair. That is just an exaggeration of how I feel.

I cut my hair. I did not want it this short, but I think I did not communicate well to the stylist. She did a fine job, by the way, but I failed to accurately describe what I wanted. I'm not one to obsess over my looks. I love high fashion, and I feel I can express myself artistically through my appearance, but I don't scrutinize my every feature. HOWEVER, I'd say we all have that one physical feature we are most confident in. For me, it is (was) my hair. I honestly love it. I have never colored it, and I prefer to wear it wild and crazy when I'm not working. I am something of a rock and roll girl.

That was just me giving you an idea of who I am, so you'll understand my dismay at seeing my hair go. It's just a lot of hair to lose in a year. I can only explain it with pictures. Here's one of my before working at KTAB...

Here's one months after working at KTAB...

And, here's one a little over a week ago, after cutting my hair...

I know it's not bad. It just was NOT me--too soccer-mom-ish. I am a big fan of such capri-wearing women, I'm just not ready to be one. I actually got a friend from church to trim it up after this picture. It has more layers know, and I like it MUCH better. I was just too lazy to take another pic and post it.

Eric is the guy who cut my hair now, and it looks great! He is now working at a salon on North 1st St. "Spin 360." Go see him. He's not only great at doing hair, but he has a fun personality that will make your time in the chair much more enjoyable.

Back to my hair...I know it's more "professional." That's a big decision to make this day and age. It's been a struggle for me. Do I stay true to myself in every way possible, or do I make sacrifices to get the things I want in life? You decide. I have found that there can be a balance. That's why I had Eric jazz up my hair after this pic. It's now funky and professional.

Another thing...my hair grows like weeds. I got my haircut a little over a week ago, and it has already grown at least an inch. No lie.

Anywho, I plan on growing my hair from here until doomsday. Don't stand in my way, or I'll wrap my swaddling mane around tongue and pull it out. That was vulgar. I blame the new hair.

Cheers.

Meg

Thoughts on SCHWINE FLU?!

2009-05-01T15:51:00.000-07:00

Yes, I called it, "schwine" flu. This way it makes light the whole peeving subject.

I am beyond annoyed with it at this point. It's not that I am not concerned with those who have caught the wretched thing, I'm just not convinced it's any worse than our common seasonal influenza. So, STOP PANICKING, all you hypochondriac germaphobes! Might you catch it? Sure, but look at the statistics. It's not likely at this point, and even so, it IS likely you'll recover.

Another thing that peeves me off? How lightly people take the actual flu! Someone gets a bad cold and says, "I have the flu. *sniffle, sniffle*" Give me a break! The flu stinks. It's downright nasty. I guarantee you, that measly headache and soar throat is no influenza, my friends.

In short, the fact that everyone is freaking out about a virus that's no worse than the common flu...and those same people consider a measly cold the flu...It just does not add up for me.

As for me, I almost never get sick. I haven't had so much as a bad cold in years. That's why I will be the first to come down with the swine flu. See if I'm wrong. Tell me your thoughts on schwine flu.

To pigs and prophets!

Meg

You Don't Say!

2009-04-17T11:39:00.000-07:00

I guess you could say I'm a health reporter. I usually report on health-related topics. That being said, I have a number of legitimate sources to keep up with health news. Some of the studies that are posted baffle me. Why? Because, they're so obvious! It's information that should come as no surprise to the public, or is slightly tweaked for a new angle. I can only explain what I mean by examples...

"Heart Problems + Depression = Increased Heart Failure Risks"

You don't say! We've known all along that stress leads to heart problems. Thank goodness a scientists was bright enough to link together stress and depression and realize that perhaps depression raises one's risk of heart failure!

"Genetic Link: Depression More Likely in Teens With Depressed Parents"

Re-he-heally! You don't say! Let me get this...scientists have long known that mental disorders are genetic. Now you're telling me teens are more likely to be depressed if their parents are?! I wish you would have told me sooner!

"Patterns: Living Near a Highway Linked to Arthritis"

You've got to be kidding me! I swear, as long as you have the title, you can conduct a study to prove anything is possible! Think about it. No matter WHAT you decide to "study," there will always be a result. I could do a study on whether or not people living with cats are more prone to armpit sweat. Or, how about this? Those who eat more oatmeal are more likely to develop genital herpes! A little extreme? Perhaps. The point is, you can survey people, and there will always be a result. That doesn't make it true. That, my friend, is why you'll always see certain words attached to news stories and articles, "could lead to..." "might cause..." "possibly linked to..." You get the point.

"Seniors Can Enjoy Sex Into Their 80s"

No comment.

That's enough sarcasm for one day.

Cheers,

Meg

Catching Up

2009-04-02T19:13:00.000-07:00

I need to catch up on my blogging.

Helen: I am doing quite well this week. I actually try to make everyday a good one, but we all have sour ones on occasion.

As for my worst picks on the red carpet at the Academy Awards...

Jessica Biel. I'm all for high fashion, and I like to think I have a good knowledge of what works. THIS DOES NOT. Her makeup is beautiful, but the dress looks like she stuffed the pre-award show dinner table cloth into the boddess and draped it. Her hair is a mess. Not Oscar-worthy.

Sofia Loren.....YIKES!

Goldie Hawn. Those boobs are scary. Cover up.

Jennifer Aniston. I do like the dress somewhat, but that hair is inexcusable. I get that she is the down-to-earth natural woman type, but It's the Oscars for crying out loud! Dress up for a change. Don't get me wrong, it's a cute look...for a 5 year old on the first day of school.

I have a number of others I disapprove of, but I don't want to make this much longer.

What I'm listening to lately - Emarosa. It's a rocking indie band with unique vocals and a melodic feel that will certainly quench your thirst for some good rock. Give them a listen. It is worth your time. Besides, indie bands need support.

What I'm drinking - Pinot Noir. Full-bodied and delicious.

Cheers,

Meg

Bad days happen.

2009-03-20T15:16:00.000-07:00

Bad days happen.

Today was one of those days. I scraped up a camera, came down with a nasty tummy ache, and finished limping out the door on the first day of Spring. Not to mention the fact that it's FRIDAY! You'd think Spring + Friday = Bliss, right? I won't let my fumbling mess of a day bring me down.

That's what good tunes are for, anyhow. When I hop in my car, I will likely listen to either The Decemberists, Cold War Kids, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, or Queens of the Stone Age. I have not yet decided. Or, I might throw a curve ball and go with Janis Joplin, The Raconteurs, or Mellowdrone.

Well, now you know some of the music I like. Music can suit any mood. For starters, I suggest The Mars Volta for a psychedelic feel, The Raconteurs or Queens of the Stone Age for a good rockin' but not too rockin' feel, and Tool for an absolutely awesome feel. I have a trillion classic rock bands I like, so I won't even begin to list them.

That's it for now. Again, it hasn't been a day filled with lolly pops and pixie dust. Thank goodness for the weekend.

Cheers.

Meg

Dress-up Disappointment

2009-02-26T11:43:00.000-08:00

Dress-up Disappointment

I am thoroughly under-impressed by the dresses warn at the 81st Annual Academy Awards. Yes, there were some hits, but there were definitely more misses for me.

The Oscars are about glitz and glam, and those elements were missing. People either played it too safe and boring or were too futuristic in their get-ups. I will, however, let you in on my favorites.

1) Nicole Kidman. Wow! In my book, Nicole Kidman reigns supreme when it comes to formal fashion. She ALWAYS gets it right, and this time, she knocked it out of the park. Not only is she beautiful, but her gown choices are always unique, and she never compromises on class. A+ as always.

2) Halle Barry. Simply gorgeous. I like to see something different, and that's what this is. Sometimes different can be simply unusual, but this number is lovely on her. Well done, Halle.

3) Anne Hathaway (carpet dress). She changed for the opening act, but I loved this number she sported before the show. She is always a class act, giving a nod to old Hollywood glamour.

4) Sarah Jessica Parker. Some critics were not thrilled about the Glinda look, but I loved it. It's fun, daring, and flattering on her figure. I like that she went big, because few people do these days. It was a risk, but she pulled it off.

Well, that's about it. Those are my leading ladies. There were some others who looked decent. Decent. I was THRILLED about Kate Winslet getting the gold, though. She is magnificent.

Cheers.

Meg

Valentine's Scrooges

2009-02-13T13:53:00.000-08:00

Listen up, Valentine's Day Scrooges!

You always hear those people around Valentine's Day that say, "It's too commercial," or, "You shouldn't take just one day out of the year to love someone. It should be all year long."

To that I say such people fall into one or several of the following:

- Poor
- Heartless
- Cheap
- Single
- Unhappy with their relationship
- Attempting to sound intellectual and failing miserably!

It's true, Valentine's Day can be a wee cheesy. But, isn't that the point? It doesn't have to be a day of rose petals leading into the bedroom, champagne during a bubble bath, drenched in chocolate while putting in to writing how your lover's deep hazel eyes remind you of back-lit sea of eternity (whatever that means). If someone wants it to be that, great! Besides, what a great excuse to eat pounds of chocolate.

I say it should be all in good fun. I don't hear the same Scrooges talking about St. Patrick's Day being too commercial, when they probably aren't even Irish (which I proudly am). Where are the Scrooges on Labor Day? Enjoying a day off of work, right?

Valentine's Day is simply a day taken out of the year to celebrate eros love. To the Scrooges:
Don't knock it cuz ya ain't got it!

To the ladies...don a sexy little number, even if you aren't spoken for!

"Love is the flower you've got to let grow."
- John Lennon

Cheers,

Meg

The Babies

2009-01-30T08:17:00.000-08:00

The Babies...

I apologize for waiting so long to make this post, assuming anyone reads to begin with.
If you've watched KTAB in the past two weeks, then you know about the fire and ice. We gave our full attention to them. You'd have thought Mother Nature was hurling flaming ice cycles at passersby. An oxymoron?

Moving on...I have two dogs. Piper and Sherman. My husband received Piper as a birthday gift from my parents in late September. She is a West Highland White Terrier and quite the precocious little thing. This is a puppy picture of poopin' Piper.

Sherman is a Shorkie--Shih Tzu-Yorkie mix. Most Shorkies have long fluffy fur. Sherman came out with short hair, an oddity for this breed. That's what drew me to him. The fact that he was far less expensive than his brothers and sisters didn't hurt, either. He looks like a well-groomed rat. He's a tiny mongrel.

The thing about having dogs is, it makes me nervous to have babies. It's enough to clean up their peep and poop, refraining from the use of colorful expletives. I worry about their every bump and tumble, every yelp or whimper. Imagine if these furry simpletons were actual human babies! Perhaps someday, I'll be ready. I do love my pups.

Are there any parents out there with advice for me? Be you puppy parents or human parents, I'll take what I can get.

Oh, and this is my husband, Matt, by the way. I could go on bragging about him, but I will keep it brief. Let me just say, anyone who gets to know him always refers to him as one of the best guys they have ever known. I tell no lies. This is a picture of us at the Governor's Ball. He was the only bearded bloak there, which made me extremely proud. I need to come home to a scruffy man after spending all hours of my day around clean-shaven, jel-haired, coat-and-tied news fellows! What a breath of fresh mountain-man air to be had upon returning home from work!

Sit down to a glass of red zinfandel and some cheese and crackers.

Cheers.

Meg

Latte Love

2009-01-13T14:35:00.000-08:00

Latte Love

Other than Starbucks, I only frequent one coffee shop in Abilene. Monks (sorry Java City) on Cypress street in downtown Abilene comes highly recommended by me. I may be arty, but I'm not suggesting you order the most stout latte available, sulk into a teal velvet chair, and listen to emo music. "Yeah right," surely you jest. You may find such people inside this coffee shop. It's likely, in fact. The atmosphere, however, is conducive to a desire to sit in peace and read or write or reflect on a painstakingly long day. Monks also provides proven musical guests often. Don't expect to hear country or hip hop, but do expect to be soothed upon kicking back at this groovy little joint.

As for Java City, it's probably suitable. I just haven't been there yet, as it's on the other side of town from my stoop. I shall get around to a visit there.

I know there is some cyber coffee shop near 351, but I haven't checked it out either.

Then again, who am I to tell you what coffee shop to visit? Check them all out if you like! I plan to, but I feel quite certain I will stick to what I know.

Cheers.

P.S. Becky...Thank you! I usually fill in for Angela or Priscilla when they are away.

The Beginning of Something

2009-01-03T13:51:00.001-08:00

It's the beginning of...well...something.

This is my first blog, and I can't say what will come of my assertions from this point on. I like art, music, food, books and entertainment. I will likely draw my topics (or mantras) from this slew of categories. So, if you like art and don't mind me sharing my opinion on it, this is your stop! I will try to get around to different venues in the Big Country as well as continue reading, viewing, and sustaining.

As for new things...I am soon to start a new book, Voluntary Madness by Norah Vincent. The book just released December 22nd, and I am quite intrigued to say the least. In her first book, Self-Made Man, Vincent went undercover as just that--a man. Upon that breach as a woman, she fell into a deep depression and checked into a mental hospital. It was then that she decided to write her next book on the ins and outs of mental institutions. She stayed, undercover, in three different facilities over the course of a year. I will let you know what I think about the book when I finish it.

To suggest a good read that you have likely never read before, The End of the Road by John Barth is a favorite of mine. It beautifully portrays what people with minor but tormenting mental illnesses face everyday, while intertwining fictional and disturbing methods of overcoming the disease. Read it. See which character is most like you.

If you have any suggestions for my blog or something you think I should check out, let me know. I love input.

Until next time...

Cheers.