The sweet sweet Kristina tagged me and a bunch of my 10tv girlies... 7 things you may not know about me... so here we go.......
1. I love rainy Sundays. I actually watch the 5 day forecast all week, and hope for rain on Sunday, so I don't feel guilty about staying inside in my pjs. (I think I got that from my mom- I loved days when it was rainy and she would say "let's go home, get on our pjs and relax").
2. I despise it when I have a show following a sporting event, because I get these questions constantly: "Missy, what time's your show hitting?", "Hey Missy, do you think we'll go on on-time?", "Missy, are we REALLY going to have a show, or is this game going to run over?" OK people. Let's get this straight. I have no crystal ball. I don't know if the game's going to go into overtime... or if the teams are going to use all of their remaining time outs, I don't know how long the announcers are going to take to wrap up the game... I DON'T KNOW. So stop asking. (This rant brought to you by the NCAA tournament).
3. Once upon a time, I took accordian lessons. Yes. I did. It's a very faint memory to me now... and I have no idea why I even started. I should ask my mom that.
4. When I was in high school, I wanted to be a DJ... but I couldn't figure out how to go to college for that... so I chose broadcast journalism as a way to get into radio. Let's stop and see how that turned out. I'm not a DJ... I'm a news producer.... hmmmmmmm. I did get a job offer to DJ, but turned it down... apparently I was bitten by the news bug at that point.
5. I am slightly obsessed with eyebrows. It's one thing I notice first off about people, and I love it when I get compliments on mine. I think it stems from my fear of becoming an old, hairy, greek woman. God bless waxing.
6. I can't eat foods with weird textures (ok, I know some of you know this about me all too well). Sushi is slippery, shrimp "pops", tapioca is just plain icky. I also can't dish out mayo... eeeewww... it's just too jiggly.
7. I talk in my sleep. Now I KNOW only my family knows this one. Jon thinks it's hilarious. I laugh out loud, yell, talk in nonsensical ways... my sisters love to tell the story about the night I was talking about "talking statues"... they started asking me questions "do YOU have a talking statue, Missy?... I did, but it broke." Apparently, it's hereditary. Last week, Jon and I heard Connor giggling in his sleep, then he yelled out "You are a goofball!!".
Now to the "Who Me?"
Wednesday night, while I was home tending to a sick Connor, at work a staff meeting was taking place. My boss called me and told me they were going to make an announcement at the meeting and she wanted to call me when they got to it... ummm ok. I was quite perplexed... but said sure, call me back.
About 45 minutes pass by and my cell phone rings. It was Karen again, calling to tell me they were handing out the station's "DeeBee Awards"... and I had won best producer. That totally threw me. The awards are given out yearly, the newsroom votes on categories like best anchor, editor, photographer, etc... and my peers chose me for my calm under pressure, attitude and the fact that I'm "smart"... their words, not mine. I know I'm not smart ;)
Now I won't make Jon kiss my award, like Chris makes Gretchen, although it is tempting....
So to my newsroom friends who read this blog, THANK YOU. It really warms my heart to know you think of me this way. And I am just tickled to follow in Tammy's footsteps ;)