Today I decided to pull out my vision board and make some additions. For those of you who do not have a vision board, I suggest you create one immediately. Not only is it a fun project, but each time you view your creation you'll be filled with positive energy and encouragement.
Have you ever stopped a moment to review your immediate circumstances and realized you are exactly where you're supposed to be? When I look at my vision board I get the same confirmation. I have various images and texts ranging from women in power, the best of NYC, hottest interviews, coast to coast locales, etc.
Looking back on my five year journey through television, I can see people truly have come into my life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. Usually a fledgling reporter will begin his/her journey through the world of fluff. Sugar-coated, cavity-inducing news that most respectable journalists consider embarrassing, however, necessary to earn your stripes. The paychecks are laughable, if existent.
I, as usual, went against what is mainstream and commonplace. Maybe it's the Aquarius in me, but I find little to learn from roads well traveled. This just in: The "Waterbearer" is indeed a salmon swimming upstream. Rather than beginning my career "in the fluff", I got my start in politics. Talk about a fish out of water...New Jersey politics, to boot!
The 15th interview of my career took place in a small bookstore in Union, NJ. I had the honor of an exclusive interview with Governor McGreevey during his most scandalous of hours. Despite the rioters outside, we discussed his book and he answered my questions with patience and kind eyes. I should have been head over stilettos about the fact that this was the first time I'd interviewed a Governor, however, the notion was overshadowed by the news that I'd managed to finagle my interview right after Oprah and before Lynn Doyle!
Today, I look at what I've accomplished and I'm proud to say I'm not just a talking head. As a Director of Operations in Westfield I not only get the chance to mold the look and content of an entire station, I also get the chance to test my guts and intuition on the regular. I can confirm, without hesitation, what I am learning each day will bring me that much closer to my ultimate goal: World Domination...
LOL - no just kidding! But, no doubt, I do intend on monopolizing some air time on Fox5. It's my favorite network and my ultimate goal. One morning you will wake up and I will be hosting Good Day New York. Probably my favorite morning news broadcast of all time. I like the morning news because it's got a breeziness the evening news doesn't. It's perfect for me....I'm consumed...
All me best friends are leprechauns...in fact, many of them are family.
The Holiday calls for the blogging of a traditional Gaelic blessing:
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to my favorite pint drinkin', rosy cheeked, freckle faced, porcelain skinned, claddagh wearing, clover pickin', magically delicious, spitfires!
In celebration, I'll be watching, "Far and Away"......gotta love the Brogue!
The hallway of the Ritz Carlton was buzzing with energy. Three journalists sat in a row along a wall papered with what appeared to be, expensive felt. A bus boy with kind eyes made his way towards the door labeled, "Nicolas Cage". He pushed a cart with four cups of coffee and scones. Upon approaching the door he turned to a woman wearing a headset circa Madonna's "Re-Invention Tour". For shits and giggles, we'll refer to her as, "The Handler".
At this point, I uncrossed my legs and glanced at the reporter next to me. She gave me a nervous smile. It was clear to me this young woman didn't have a psychic medium, which, in turn, meant she wasn't in possession of a positive energy crystal. I reached down to grab my ginormous purse and began digging around inside for my little friend. Finally, my fingertips met the satin, Asian inspired pouch and I pulled out the crystal for some positive reinforcement.
Crystal in hand, I glanced down at my five inch, hidden platform, grey stilettos for comfort. I then took notice of the reporter's fabulous, suede, black booties. Instantly, I knew I liked her. I felt the need to start conversation with her, in the hopes of breaking the blanket of nerves that encompassed the felt hallway. "I love your booties", I said, to which she replied, "I got them for fifteen dollars at TJMaxx". A girl after my own heart. She smiled and, almost immediately, I noticed the tension leave her shoulders.
The next thing I knew, "The Handler" was calling my name and I gracefully, (ha), tugged at my pencil skirt before entering the room. I told "The Handler" the network in which I represent, (this almost posed an issue as I don't really represent TUN and the call letters escaped me for a moment). Old Reliable I am, I pulled it together, or out my a$$ as I like to say, and entered the hotel room.
It was dark and quiet, unlike the rooms of leading lady, Rose Byrne and director, Alex Proyas. The energy was calm and reserved. As I turned the corner the lights were bright, the movie poster framed and Nicolas Cage was sitting opposite an empty directors chair.
Even though he was seated, I could tell he was a tall man, at least 6'3. I'd only been at the press junket three hours...he'd arrived three hours before me. I'm sure he was exhausted after six hours of questioning from a variety of reporters, yet, he looked refreshed and at ease. Perhaps his psychic medium provided him a crystal, as well?
As soon as I shook his hand and introduced myself I knew I'd stilletto'd upon entirely foreign territory. Accustomed to interviewing many a politician, this Jersey Girl was happy to learn she didn't have to fight to get a word in. Mr. Cage answered each of my questions and he was generous with his time.
When the producer gave me the "wrap it up" signal I smiled, said thank you and wished him a great day. He replied, "Cheers".
And that's exactly what I did...after calling for reinforcements....
I promptly headed to the hotel lobby to paint the town Jersey with my favorite producer, Mary, where we discussed the dirty details over even dirtier, and REALLY EXPENSIVE martinis....
To love me is to know me and to know me is to know I'm a "Foxy" kinda Lady....FOX5, that is. My alias is Blanche DeVeraux and my sister is Sharon Stone. We change our names because it's funny and more often than not, we speak in German slang...and by we, I'm referring to me and meine udder schwester.
Born and raised in the Garden State, Blanche and Sharon can do more than spot a ferocious Jersey tomatoe when they see one. You can usually find us just across the river painting the town Jersey at our favorite Parisian haunt, Pastis.
My Partner in Fabulous is now on a plane to of all places....MICHIGAN. She is traveling with our Dad....we call him Rusty. I realize the only decent thing that ever came out of Michigan is our Lady of Pop...Madonna. It's a True Blue day...I Dressed Her Up in My Love....and told her to Express Yourself, Don't Repress Yourself....and to consider this trip a Holiday....and while she's mid-flight, I advised her to make a wish on a Lucky Star....and told her to Open Her Heart to the opportunities that await....I advised Rusty, Papa Don't Preach...Jersey Used to be Her Playground...now it's Her Against the Michigan...our Material Girl is all Vogued up in the Wolverine State...the simple folk there are sure to wonder, "Who's That Girl"?
When you first fall head over stilettos, every experience with your new beau produces an adrenaline rush or gush, in my case. No doubt, after the first few months my punch drunk love buzz wears off and is inevitably replaced with a sobering routine. Whether it's maturity, the guy, or the astrological influences is yet to be determined. I am happy to report there is nothing sobering about routine with the right man, of course.
My Man Friend and I were up to our usual antics last night, bickering and giggling over raw fish, sticky rice and stiff cocktails at one our of favorite local haunts. Everything was going according to plan, or routine, until it hit me. Man Friend and I were deep in debate over his fabulous empanada recipe and who'd be the sous chef this weekend. He was threatening me with the job of garlic mincing and I was fighting him tooth and french manicured nail. To preface this, I once mistook a meat cleaver for a garlic mincer, so clearly, I should not have access to sharp objects. Somewhere before the point he agreed to stop bossing me around in the kitchen or after I told him I'd pull a "Rhianna" on his ass if he didn't slow his role, I realized how I much I adored this man.
Have you ever seen a movie where the movement is in slow motion and the entire shot is out of focus except for the character's face? I was mesmerized by the smile of his eyes. Before I knew it the slow motion reverted to a fast forward and I could see my life with this smart, funny, handsome man. Never before have I felt secure enough to visualize a real future, a family with another person. Now I understand the cliche', "When you know, you know".
You've heard the phrase "I'm going to my safe place"....well my "safe place" is not any "place" in particular and there are no directions or maps to follow. According to http://www.about.com/, a safe place, "...gives you warm fuzzies...put yourself in this picture and imagine what you would hear, smell, see, feel....do this as often as possible...".
My "safe place" is a pretty exclusive restaurant with reservations for two. I hear his smile, I smell his sarcasm, I see his heart and I feel his scruff...I give it five stars...he's delicious...
She's your average 20-something, award-winning, televison host/producer/writer doing her best to navigate the tumultuous potholes of a tough industry. She packed up her life in NJ and headed for Tennessee to work at the ABC affiliate - watch her on Good Morning Tennessee. She enjoys her cocktails served on a stem and her stems secured on stilettos. Follow her and she'll take you for a ride down a Parkway of exclusive interviews, romantic romps and hysterical encounters. May the road rise up to meet you, and may all your lights run green: Go E-ZPass.