My "next year's garden"

(This is a picture of one of my gardens, and that thing on the right is something called "lambs ear" which is very soft but doesn't do anything...it doesn't bloom, it doesn't smell...my grandson likes to pet it...but if you want it i'll trade you it for some black eye susans)

I have a saying this time of year when i know i did everything i possibly could to make my garden nice, but somehow it didn't match my vision, and now the season is coming to an end. I go "maybe i didn't get it as nice as i wanted, but there's always "next years garden!"
It's no secret in my neighborhood that i'm gardened challenged. I once planted a pretty cherry tree i bought for four easy payments for my grandma's 99th birthday, and that tree didn't even survive to the fourth payment. Then again, i've had some happy surprises. Like three years ago when i planted a sprig of peppermint because i like the smell of peppermint and exactly one year later the peppermint had pretty much overtaken the entire garden. Now to you, this could have been a big crisis, but i had just discovered how to make mojitos and now, just about every August 1st, i dig up the entire harvest of peppermint, invite the neighbors over and i'm the life of the party! Plus, the peppermint battles the "snow on the mountain perennials" i stupidly planted a few years ago. Now, that's a stinking crisis!

(This picture is next years next years garden)
I start out the summer with a dream, one or two garden coupons and a gardening catalog. I know exactly where i'm going with this, and how nice my garden is going to look...til i get to the gardening place and then it's like i have ADD...oh wait, i do have ADD. Then it becomes "boy oh boy look at the pretty flowers, and oh, i want that one and that one..." Then i go home and my husband goes "oh my God, how much did you spend?!" So i start digging holes and eventually i find a place for everything i bought. I'm out every morning with a garden hose and miracle grow and my weeding thingy i bought off the internet and "is that another weed?...darn it!" And it's always a happy surprise when plants thrive and prosper, and then again it's always painful when they crash and burn...and wilt...and die (kinda like being a Cub fan). Then again, i've discovered things that are pretty cool along the way, like rotting bananas don't always have to attract fruit flies on your kitchen counter...you can bury them next to the rose plants for fertilizer, and cheap beer your never going to drink can be used to kill the bugs that are trying to kill your roses...and, that's about it i guess...
So this growing season is over and maybe my garden didn't turn into the garden of Eden i'd been hoping for... but that doesn't matter, cuz there's always my "next years garden."

He leaves the light on for me

If you've ever wondered what this radio jock does after she leaves the station...wait...you've never wondered...not ever?! Shoot...because, when i was a little girl listening to the radio and television, i use to imagine all of my favorite celebrities leaving the airwaves and heading out to their fabulous lives which involved mansions and kids didn't try to stay out all night. But honestly, perhaps celebrities are humans, just like you and me, who put their pant legs on, one leg at a time. ("more cowbell please")

And maybe none of them are lucky to have someone waiting home for them, like i do. Sure, my babe Max is only 12 pounds soaking wet, and honestly, i know that for a fact because he spilled over his water dish the other night in disgust because his food bowl was empty, and then for the fun of it--and because i had a couple of vodka lemonaides in me--i said "hey kids, the dog is soaking wet, let's weigh him!"

But, much like death and taxes, acne breakouts just before a special event, or a craving for a hot fudge sundae two minutes after Kopps closes for the night...my baby is always waiting for me...with his leash...ready for a walk regardless of whether it's raining, sleeting or lightning...which is comforting in a weird sort of way, knowing at least one person in the house is glad to see me, although on the other hand...doesn't anyone else walk the da*n dog during the day!

A CarTune Contest i'm excited to give you!

I wanted to start this by saying "i hate getting old!" Ok, now that i stated the obvious, i just want to tell you how excited i am to share this contest with you. I first heard about profractional lazer two years ago on a tv show called LOOK TEN YEARS YOUNGER (where they put women in a glass tube in the middle of a mall and have people try to guess her age). Usually people would guess the women older then they really were, the women would freak out, the show would give them a profractional treatment and trot them back out to the glass tube where people would say, "wow, look at how young that sourpuss looks"-ok, i was the sourpuss because i figured i'd never be able to afford anything like that. Flash forward two years later and the treatment is not only affordable, but everyone is doing it...Kathie Lee Gifford-for instance, and this radio station.

That's right, this is me, looking like, well, the sourpuss that needs profractional help, or a weekend in the Dells...either way, i was lucky enough to team up with the great staff at TLC Lazer and Skin Center of Oconomowoc and experience a profractional treatment for myself.

This is immediately after the procedure. Ugh...i hate posting these photos but that's part of the deal...there's no way i'm going to promote something without trying it out myself!

This is RIGHT after my profractional treatment. I was somewhat nervous to post these next couple of photos because your looking at these and going "what the heck?! Ouch, why would anyone do that?" And here's the reality, i'm not in any pain...not at all, in fact i'm actually thinking about where i'm gonna stop to pick up lunch. And then i went to work...and grossed everyone out. Most people do this and go home, but i had no pain and figured shoot, i work in radio, whose gonna see me? The guy at Burger King seemed a little worried and asked if i needed any medical attention but i said "no, just a BK Mocha Joe and a whopper junior, no mayo and i went to work.

This is one week later after my profractional treatment and i'm feeling great...my eyes have moved up to where they were a few years ago, and my skin feels brand new. Most of my wrinkles are gone and i haven't had an acne break-out since!

If you want to check out TLC Laser of Oconomowoc at www.tlclaserandskincare.com--there's a link to their place on our home page at B933fm.com website cuz darn it, i'm not getting their web address to link with my site...i'm gonna try to fix that tomorrow.
Congrats to my CarTune GRAND PRIZE WINNER...Rose Karl! : )

I got to stop standing next to skinny people in photos.

Honestly, i got to stop standing next to skinny people!

However, i didn't mind it so much last weekend when i met Dancing with the Stars Elena Grinenko and Tony Dovolani--Tony was the partner of country singer Sara Evans when she dropped out of Dancing with the Stars. Fred Astaire Dance Studio was doing a "Night out with the Stars" and for 50 bucks you could get a dinner, dance, and hang out with the celebrities...and by celebrities i mean Tony and Elena, i was just there cuz i'm a huge fan.

So there i am, the fat one in the picture, but for once i didn't mind because, well...look at Tony. He's super hot! And i've got my arm around him! So anyhoo, i tell him my sad pathetic story of how i ended up sixth place in a dancing competition that only had six people in it. And how one of them was a 71 year old sausage king...who outdanced me! Then Tony looked at me with his deep dark eyes and softly whispered...ok, now i'm just messing with you...he simply said, "did you have fun?"

And honestly, i did. I didn't place first but i had a blast, and developed an appreciation for how involved some of these dances are. When you watch the dancers on the tube you and i are simply looking at their costumes and enjoying the music they selected, but the judges are studying their foot movements because each dance has it's specific foot placement. (That, i'm pretty sure, is what sunk me in my dance competition.) And then Tony told me that they have no idea if they are going to dance in any specific season and are notified just about the same time it's announced to the public. They are also just as surprised with who they are assigned to dance with and find out about a day before they actually meet their celebrity partner. And then someone took this picture and they were off to mingle with the other fans...but not before i told them about deep fried snickers which Tony thought sounded delicious. So if Tony looks a little heavier this fall...

DEEP FRIED SNICKERS recipe
*from recipezaar.com*

Snickers candy bars
funnel cake mix
frying oil

1. Push popcicle sticks into Snickers bar from bottom about half way up.
2. Freeze Snickers until frozen solid.
3. Funnel cake batter
4. Dip frozen snicker in batter.
5. Fry in hot oil until golden brown (just a few minutes).
6. Remove from oil and drain.
7. Top with powdered sugar if desired. (Cindy note: heck yeah!)
8. Can also use twinkie if you want.
9. After a few of these, make sure you are not standing next to any skinny people if someone has a camera.
10. Repeat.

I saw YOU at the fair...

Luckily-for this listener anyway- i didn't run into Peta, although, this hat gave me a great idea...when my dog dies i'm having him stuffed and turned into a hat!

You know what i love best about the fair? You run into everyone you know...like Chris, (pictured above with her beautiful family), an awesome angel (although she prefers to be called nurse) who helped me and my friend through our externship at St. Lukes Heart Failure Clinic. (Hey Chris, say hi to Cheryl, Sue, Tammi and Nancy for me-i love you all!!!)
My daughter and her friends Elizabeth and Emily...we discovered a sad truth; although funnel cakes are TOTALLY AWESOME(!)...not if you eat one first thing in the morning.

You've met our midday hostess Julie Davidson, right? As wonderful and sweet in person as she is on the air. (She was also very sweet and humble the night she kicked my butt in a celebrity dancing competition...although we both got beat by a 72 year old sausage king) Pictured with us is my adopted son "promotion guy" Ryan in a rare photograph...you may think we're smiling and having a good time but actually Julie and me are holding on to Ryan so we can get a picture of him.

So what was our promotion guy Ryan doing when not getting his picture taken? Another promotion guy stood in for this shot.

This is our over-worked staff here at Milwaukee radio and without them, there is no B93.3 radio!

This is the lovely 2008 Alice in Dairyland who kindly offered to go on the air with me everyday and talk about all the great products Wisconsin produces...like bison burritos, duck fahitas, maple sugar cotton candy and...wait a minute...how did this TMJ bag get in the shot?!

Here's a shot of a listener who said hi...too bad i didn't get his name, but he sure seemed nice...

My daughter's summer garden

My daughter has the green thumb i always wished i could have. Ummm, i'm not the only one who noticed how nice her garden looks!

Summer Vacation in Phoenix, where everyday is 110.

Who goes to Phoenix in the summer? People who actually think there's such a thing as "dry heat."

When my son proposed a trip to Phoenix this summer to see the Brewers take on the Diamondbacks, i tried to talk him out of it..."it's hot down there, it's a desert, it's over 100 degrees everyday in July," to which he replied "yes mom, but it's dry heat."..to which i should have replied, "sure kid, say hi to my buddies the tooth fairy and Elvis"...but i didn't, because i'm an optimist, and occasionally i use bad judgement, like thinking i have more in my checking account then i do and that there is such a thing as "dry heat not being as bad as...well, humid heat. (dumb, dumb, dumb)

The tip off should have been the incredibly cheap rate we got on an awesome luxery hotel there with water park, but then again, see tooth fairy above. Nonetheless, it was cool being trapped in an air conditioned hotel room with the entire famDAMlee while waiting for the sun to go down so we could use the waterpark since it was too freaking hot for us when the sun was up because everyday there was 110! We were forced as a family to talk to each other, "hey kids, how are you doing?" "I'm hot mom, how much longer til the sun goes down?" Still, it was conversation, something that we don't tend to do anymore since the kids are teenagers and don't want to be hanging with mom and dad and stepdad anymore. (Oh, and by the way, we dragged my first husband out with us-if anyone should know what hell is like, it would be the first husband who was married to me for 9 years. Still, he thought Phoenix was slightly hotter then being married to me!)

Say what you will about Wisconsin winters being too cold, but still, it's not 10 below zero every single day of winter! It's over 100 just about every day of summer in Phoenix except when the monsoon hits...making it muggy, and 110!

While vacationing in Phoenix, we came up with the grand idea of visiting the Grand Canyon, which, on the map, looked like it was only a couple of hours up the road...um, which it's not...more like five hours and 5000 feet higher...but it was well worth the trip as pictures of the canyon do not do it justice...viewing the Grand Canyon is more like an experience, and thrill. The Grand Canyon grocery store however is more like a head scratcher. Here you are, on the edge of the canyon with a little grocery mart that carries all the essentials you might need for such a vacation like food, soda, beer, charcoal, chew, and First Response Pregnancy Test, which was displayed right next to the chew! I'm guessing after you finish your chew, you can find out when Junior's due.
My family learned a very important lesson this summer in Phoenix and that is hot is hot, whether it's "dry" or not, which is to say, how would i like to be cooked in the 110 degrees, baking in the oven, or in the crockpot, set on high!

Oh, and trapped in the hotel room during the day, we also learned daytime tv sucks!

The Weight Loss contest is over!

Well, the contest is over, and as you can see, LA Weight Loss really worked! I look just like Christie Brinkley, cool huh?! And we all know what being beautiful and thin has done for her life!


Seriously though, it was a successful contest and HEY(!)...who put this picture of a hippo and a turtle in here?! This was suppose to be my picture...oh well, cute picture isn't it! I love turtles.


Ok, here we go, i'm hanging out with my friends in this photo (i'm on the right), and although i didn't even come close to winning our weight loss contest, i'm a winner because i got to meet and compete with three of the nicest contestants ever!
Congrats to our Funjet vacation winner Greg Castle, who--while losing 40 pounds--still had time to bake all of his competitors a cake! (It was delicious too, thanks Greg!) Also a big atta-girl to our runner-ups Renee, our sixth grade school teacher from Milwaukee, and Lynette, our mother of three from Hales Corners. Renee lost 25 pounds, and Lynette lost 22! God bless you all, your winners in my book!

Cute picture of Julie Davidson

Julie Davidson says she reads my blog...oh yeah, let's see how long it takes for her to notice her picture on my blog...good thing i didn't get one of her eating potatoe chips...that's because i'm afraid of paybacks, bad karma, and the amount of dirt Julie knows about me!

Confessions from the most unpopular girl in sixth grade at Summerdale Elementary

Hi, i'm Cindy Huber, and i was the most unpopular girl in sixth grade at Summerdale Elementary in Rockford, Illinois. I'm not even sure how it happened, or how i won the "unpopular lottery," just that there was a girl in my class who was even more unpopular then i was, and when she moved, it was my turn. I can remember that it started with catty comments, which i pretended not to hear, so when that didn't work, my tormenters moved up to paper wads and light shoves when the teacher wasn't looking. I tried to ignore it back then and even today i'm not sure why i did, because today i never turn away from a fight(!)...but back in the early 70's-when i was an 11 year old kid-i tried to ignore the spitwads, the taunting and the occasional kick on the shins, or swat on the head, hoping my bullies would get bored and find a new victim, but they didn't. Sadder yet, i'm sure the teachers knew, partly because i was always trying to move to the front of the class, where it would be harder to attack me, or always offering to stay after school to clean the chalkboards under the theory that if i just stayed late enough, my tormenters would get bored and go home, but my teachers never said a word, and eventually-one night-my bullies waited until i came out, and then jumped me.

After i got beat up, i went home. My mom felt horrible and put ice on my face, but my dad was furious when he saw me...AT ME.
"How many hit you?" he asked.
"Well, there was a bunch of them," i said.
"How many hit you?"
"One."
"What'd you do next?"
"I ran home."
"The next time i hear you ran from a fight, i will kick you butt when i get home!" And that was the end of it from my father. Sounds harsh doesn't it(?)...except he was right, because the very next day when i went to school, my bully was waiting once again, so this time i threw the hardest punch i could muster directly at her belly.
She threw a punch and then i threw another, and then it was over. The bully murmered some excuse and left. Perhaps it was boredom on her part, or she recognized that her prey was no longer easy. I can't remember if she moved on to anyone else. I just remember how much it sucked to have someone want to hurt you, and that no one, not the teachers, or even your school friends would help you out. I was truely on my own in sixth grade.

Maybe that's why i took this kid's beating on a city bus so bad...six bullies kicking the crap out of him, and no one on the bus...not the bus driver, or even the other riders tried to intervene. Just the opposite, the driver continued to drive, and the bus patrons all looked the other way while kid was being beaten. Honestly, that p*sses me off so bad, i'd like to kick their butts!

My heart just goes out to this kid, but i, the most unpopular sixth grade girl at Summerdale elementary school, wants to tell him this; "that which doesn't kill him will only make him stronger"...because it will.

Ps...if this kid ever wants to get in touch with me, i would be willing to help out with giving him rides to school next fall...and to show him the best way to throw a punch, because thanks to sixth grade, today i'm an expert on it.

Happy Memorial Day to you...

Here's wishing a wonderful and blessed Memorial Day to you and your family, and just as important, say a prayer for our troops and our veterans who made this holiday possible.
This is my favorite picture of my stepson, Mark Olsen, who is serving in Iraq in the marines. It was taken at Christmas time.

The first Memorial Day was "celebrated" um, observed, in 1865, to honor those who lost their lives in the Civil War, but these days this holiday has turned into a kickoff for summer...but not to us. There isn't a day that goes by that we aren't scanning CNN when their showing the troops in Iraq to see if we can see our son. There isn't a day that goes by that we don't jump when we hear the news say "new bloodbath or increased fighting in Iraq today".....we grieve for those parents whose sons and daughters aren't coming home...everyday is Memorial Day for them.

We thank God everyday that he has spared our son.



This is my stepson Mark "at ease" at a Chuckie Cheese in November...although honestly, have you ever seen a marine at ease? We miss him very much.

BEE Fit for Summer, so far....

Here's an idea...



Ok, ok...if that doesn't work for you, plan B;

About three weeks ago i sat down with my co-workers and read 162 emails from listeners who wanted to challenge me in the Bee Fit for Summer Contest and we apparently chose well, because...well...i'm getting my "phat" butt kicked!

Our baker from South Milwaukee Greg (who goes to the LA Weight Loss in Oak Creek at 8907 South Howell), bakes delicious cakes for a living and has already lost over 18 pounds in two weeks! He just emailed me yesterday to tell me that thanks to his weight loss, he has already been able to cut his blood pressure medication in half!

Our mom Lynette from Hales Corners (who goes to LA Weight Loss in Greenfield located in the Steinmart Plaza by Southridge) has lost over 9 pounds, and our hardworking sixth grade school teacher Renee (who goes to the LA Weight Loss Center in Menomonee Falls) was telling me how she had a huge event to attend and was worried about how she was gonna resist all the delicious food at this thing, and how the fine folks at LA Weight Loss showed her that she could still have her cake (and eat it too!) and still lose weight...and Renee has lost over 9 pounds!

Ps...i've lost over 5 so far but this contest is only beginning...so to Lynette, Greg and Renee, i say "bring it on!" : )

My grandma's dash

I've been thinking about my grandmother, Reba V. Davison, this week...she would have turned 100 this Saturday. She almost made it too, but i think losing her son and having to go into a nursing home was more then she could bare.
I was trying to think of a way to honor her, being that the cherry tree i planted in her honor didn't make it, further proof that her green thumb skipped my generation! A wonderful listener of my show emailed me this poem written by the awesome Linda Ellis whose wise words both comforted me, and made me cry!
Warning: Keep the tissues nearby as you read this...you will need them.

I read of a man who stood to speak, at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning to the end. He noted that first came the date of her birth, and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth, and now only those who loved her, know what that little line is worth. For it matters not, how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash, what matters is how we live and love, and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard, are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left, that can still be rearranged. If we could just slow down enough, to consider what's true and real, and always try to understand the way other people feel. And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more, and love the people in our lives, like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile, remembering that this special dash, might only last a little while. So when your eulogy is being read, with your life's actions to rehash, would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?

My grandmother would be very proud of what we have to say about her dash.

In Praise of "Nothing Special"

I remember the night we took this picture...it was sometime in late fall of 2004 and i picked up some KFC for supper...and just for the heck of it, i pulled out the camera and snapped some shots of everybody.

My stepson Mark, (he's the cute kid sitting next to my daughter whose sticking her tongue out) asked me "why are you taking pictures, nothing special is going on" to which i replied "exactly, that's why i'm taking pictures." I mean, there wasn't any particular reason to be taking pictures except maybe that disposable camera had been sitting on top of the tv for half a year and i was curious to see what i had taken pictures of so i was gonna finish up the film and take it in to Walgreens...

But when i flash forward to the year 2008 and look back at these pictures...they suddenly take on a new meaning to me...there's my incredibly handsome then 17 year old stepson sitting in the front room with his brother and stepsister enjoying original recipe chicken and mashed potatoes...nothing special...he's probably thinking about how he's going to convince his dad and me to let him go out with his friends for a couple of hours, we're gonna tell him we really don't think it's wise on a school night and he's always gone and why doesn't he just stay put tonight and hang with the family...then he's going to complain we're too strict and that he stayed home a couple of nights ago and maybe he'll stay home tomorrow and c'mon, it's just for a couple of hours he'll be home by ten.
He's in Al Asad, Iraq now, it's his second tour of duty....it's about 9 hours later then here which means he's probably just waking up now and getting ready to do God knows what...he told his dad, mom, and me that he's going to what they call Camp Cupcake which is suppose to reassure us that he's going to be safe, but we watch a lot of CNN and FOX especially when the headlines "new blood bath in Bahgdad" scroll across the screen...before he left last year he told us he was going to be guarding a water tank and it turned out to be a lie...he was the guy in back of the machine gun on top of a hummer guarding a convoy...this time he'll be inside the Humvee driving...

So this picture is just a snapshot of a "nothing special" night in late fall of 2004...a another boring night where nothing special was going on...and i'm glad i got a picture of it.

Anatomy of a Weight Gain

This is what i first looked like when i started at B93.3 in August. I had lost over 30 pounds with LA Weight Loss, and had actually been off the program for over 5 months when this picture was taken and had not gained one pound! I was still walking on a daily basis and i was watching what i was eating.


Here i am about two months later and i'm up about 5 or 6 pounds because i had started school (fulltime) and was slowly starting to re-introduce the bad habits that had gotten me to 204 pounds in the first place...and what the heck am i doing at a rib eating contest?! The only tip off is i'm starting to wear a sweatshirt draped around my waist.

Now, as you can plainly see, i've got a bulge starting once again but i don't seem to notice because my teeshirts have gotten bigger...

Be Fit for Summer Contest...the one where we didn't think anyone was going to enter

Man, i wish it were that easy!
I mean, howabout if scientist could invent a magic weight loss pill so we wouldn't have to rely on willpower anymore! Honestly, they can put a man on the moon, but they can't invent a fried chicken or chocolate malt that melts fat on your thighs!

This is what i looked like when i first started here at B93.3 last July. I had lost over 30 pounds on LA Weight Loss (204 pounds and got down to 169) and kept it off!...Until the last couple of months when i slowly allowed the bad habits that got me to 204 creep back in again; Here's how it happened...i went back to school fulltime and i was working here at B93.3 (that's right, blame the radio station) and instead of using the common sense that LA Weight Loss had taught me, i slowly introduced the bad habits that had originally gotten me to 204 pounds in the first place! (If i stop at McDonalds and have a couple of fries or drink Coke instead of Diet Coke, whose it going to hurt?)

I have never been more disgusted with myself! After all that hard work, it only took a couple of months (no lie) to put that weight on and the only one i have to blame...is me!

I don't know about you, but i'm getting sick of radio jocks-including ME-telling you how great a diet is...as if that should inspire you, especially if you followed my last journey through the weight loss jungle...after all, wasn't i the jock who told you how great Metabolife was? (I was and it was until it was deemed unsafe and taken off the market) If i'm going to do a very public diet on the radio, the least i can do is give you a chance to join me! And because LA Weight Loss taught me how to eat, and how to lose weight eating real food, they were the people we (B93.3 and me) approached with this idea; How about a contest where people could write in 93 words or less why they would like to challenge me in a BE FIT FOR SUMMER CONTEST...easy right?
WRONG!
We had 162 entries, (after the doubles/duplicates were taken out) and every single one of them, heartfelt, heartbreaking, and honest. And i related to each and everyone of them! I knew i was in trouble and i called in the promotions staff, and coworkers (six of us, including me, all who were either fighting the battle of the bulge, or had won the battle). I want you to know that each and every one of your 162 entries were read, and argued about. The first 100 eliminations were somewhat the easiest because of health problems (some of you are battling cancer and heart failure and i honestly think that you have a hard enough battle to worry about without adding a public weight loss challenge on your plate!-you are also in our prayers)

The next 50 entries were the worst! Honestly, you all should have won, but we only had three slots. Now the real arguments began, and we all had our favorite entries and people we felt should win. I had about 15 i was pushing for, and so did everyone else. We then cut the entries down to 20, and then 10, and finally to 5 listeners, and we still couldn't agree. I can tell you now, that when we announced this contest last week, my promotions boss and myself thought we'd be lucky if we got 5 entries! Our LA WEIGHT Loss contest ended at midnight, March 30th and by 6 pm last night (March 31) we still didn't have a clear winner!
Want to know why it took so long to announce a winner today? We still weren't sure on the last winner...

Finally, this afternoon (at 5:15) we had our three challengers;

1. Renee Clark of Milwaukee who told us about being a 6th grade teacher (who gets taunted by some of her kids because of her weight-she was our clear cut favorite)... 2. Gregory Castle who owns a bakery and is facing a 50th birthday this summer, and 3. Lynne Litzenberg whose weight battle began nine years ago after she quit smoking and switched to food, who was worried about how her bad food habits have transferred to her 3 sons (one who is graduating this year and she was terrified at the thought of being in pictures with him), and was also worried about a 25th high school reunion (motivation).

Were they the most deserving winners? I think that's impossible to say for sure, because this was such a subjective contest. I even eliminated two very dear friends of mine that i know personally (i love you DawnEllen and i will call you this week), and have witnessed their battle with their weight (and who i knew were worthy)because i was over-ruled; Angela of West Allis, for instance, she just turned 40 with enough stress on her to cause a heart attack (she has a son in Iraq), Paula of Muskego who i'm probably gonna call up and exchange recipes with, (or maybe email, i don't want to bother you during dinner), Kelly of Waukesha you are "one sassy-you know" and have exactly the same challenges as me...lets do coffee soon...Kate of Franklin whose trying to get in shape with her husband and Kathy from Milwaukee who wants to go from a 14 to a 4 or 6...trust me, you can and if you need a walking partner i'll find a way to make that happen...Debbie K of Greendale who was munching jellybeans while driving home from work...you should have your own blog! I LOVED your entry, but i was over-ruled...Amanda of Milwaukee has a fiance in Iraq that wants to look good for her upcoming wedding-God bless you and i hope you and your husband-to-be have a long and wonderful life together...i loved loved loved an email from a listener who told me how she cheated on her honey with her lover Haag N Daaz-you were in the top 5(!)...and a very inspiring email from

Susan Duvall of Wauwatosa: Turning 60 in April, i need to lose at least 40 pounds. I went back to college at age 56 and am now a fully licensed Registered Nurse. I have shown perseverance and dedication to achieve one of my life's dreams and losing this excess weight would be the other. Help me achieve this new goal/dream for beginning my 6th decade.

Some of your emails were heartbreaking and incredibly inspiring and much too personal to share here but i will email you to see how i can be of help.

All i can say is we tried to make the best decisions possible, and to thank you so much your entries.

Cindy Huber
April 1, 2008

Love in the 90's

This is my grandpa George Huber and his new bride and my new grandma taken on their wedding day last August. My grandpa is 92, and my new grandma a much younger woman, 85. Aren't they adorable? Young love is so overrated!

Why Easter is my favorite holiday

I love Easter, i really do, and it's not because of the chocolate's or candies because if that was the case, Valentine's Day would have Easter beat. (Maybe it has something to do with the fact that i feel guilty biting off the head of a chocolate bunny, but no such guilt when it comes to biting off Santa's head-he knows when you are sleeping, oh yeah(?) Not without your head Santa!)

No, i love Easter because of the promise it holds, victory over death, and the promise of something "out there" and to me that means the promise of seeing my loved ones again. You know, the family members that have left the building, like Elvis... And i hope you know that i have no intentions on getting all preachy on you, honestly, i'm the last person who has the answers to, well, anything though i'm always happy to share my opinion...but i'd like to think that that has more to do with me being a female!
Honestly, we have a staffer here who doesn't believe in life after death (although she does believe in ghosts!-go figure) and i love her dearly. She always wants to argue about how impossible it is to believe in Adam and Eve, and the flood, heaven and hell and stuff like that, and i say it doesn't really matter if neither of us can or cannot explain it because when it comes right down to it, you either can believe in something, or not, and i prefer to believe in something.
It's called faith, and it takes faith to believe in something, or faith to believe in nothing...but anyway, i like the hope that i will see my loved ones someday because the alternative is not something i want to believe in...and that is why Easter is my favorite holiday. (well, that and the peeps)

Jesus take the wheel

You know how mommy's cry when their kids go off to grade school the first time? The daddy's usually cry the first time their kid comes home with a brand spankin new drivers license!

This is my little boy Mike. I was just walking him to first grade yesterday and now he has the keys to my car.
Exactly one week ago he conned some driving test instructer into issuing him a license...at least that's how i saw it. He did get some points taken off for not looking over his shoulder during a lane change, but that was it! I told him it might have been a few points for him, but in real life that could have been a car accident! He rolled his eyes and told me to lighten up, and that nothing was gonna happen to him. Which is what i believe i told my dad some, um, years ago...that was a few hours before i was grounded off the car for a month for running a red light. That's right, yours truly didn't even have her drivers license for 24 hours before she ran a red light with her daddy riding shotgun! Yep, this broad had balls! About a year later i plowed my daddys 78 Buick (big giant boat cars!) into the back of a sheriffs car. It was my first time to hit a patch of ice and i did what any teenager who has never driven in the winter did...i panicked and slammed the brakes. This was a long time ago when dinosaurs ruled the land and antilock car brakes hadn't been invented yet...wouldn't mattered...the sheriff was very kind considering that it was my first time, and although there would be a few more accidents, you always remember your first time!


This is my stepson Seth, who passed his drivers test 2 days ago...that's right, 2 teenage boys with a license in 2 weeks...as you might imagine our rates have instantly doubled along with this brand new ulcer i just developed! (Brought about by fear and stress of course) The boys think i'm being silly and can't imagine what i have to worry about! I think back to my youngest brother Doug, who got so many speeding tickets one year that my dad made him become a race car driver and sponsored him in amateur racing in Clear Lake, Iowa! My brother was actually very good but unfortunately his pit crew was always drunk so his race car driving career never took off! As for me, my nickname was speed queen in high school--and not because i was doing drugs-but because i once (ok, maybe twice) raced a couple of guys in my dads Buick boat doing 100mph! (oh, and yes i did win) Then about a month later i got busted in a "speed trap" doing 11 miles over the speed limit and was so upset by the (30! dollar bill) that i stopped speeding...(technically, as i only go the same pace everyone else is--and yes, i will use that as my legal defense, officer)


Here's my future race...er...driver...Jesus, take their wheels!
I called my dad the other day and asked him how he survived our driving, and he "are you kidding, he's still worried!"

Tim's Awake

Who needs a groundhog to "guess" how many weeks before spring when a turtle waking up from hibernation confirms it?
This is Tim and oh my goodness, is he posing?! Tim use to be my son's but, well, i'm the one who buys him his fresh lettuce, carrots, and crickets, and i'm the one who took him to the vet when he got an ear infection...(turtles have ears--who knew?!) The vet bill was over 70 bucks but it was worth it just for that knowledge! And the added information that Tim could last for up to another 70 years was icing on the cake! That means Tim and me could both be sharing a room in a nursing home some 70 years from now...man, i hope i die first!
But honestly, i have really come to love this turtle even if i'm the only one in the house who gets all excited when he wakes up from his long winter nap, (turtles hibernate for 6-7 weeks at a time during the winter) because that means he senses spring!!! (Or he wants to mate, or she wants to mate...i guess i should have asked what sex he/she was the last time i had Tim in there--maybe the next time i have an extra 70 bucks...)

Signs that Spring is coming....

I saw the first bud of spring yesterday, it was a budweiser can sticking out of the snow on my neighbors lawn!!! Yippee!!! Of course, with yet another winter storm watch hanging over our heads you've got find hope wherever you can.

Here's a reassuring sight, the proof that winter is slowly losing her grip, because my lilac bush is budding. Welcome back shrubs!

Then again, my husband and Max don't care either way!

People give up, but hamsters NEVER give up

For HAMSTER FANS ONLY!
This is the first video that i have ever attached to my blog, because, well, number one, i didn't know how, but number two, there never was a good enough reason to for me, til now. It's not just because i had a hamster growing up...didn't everyone in the 70's? It's because in watching this video, i was struck by the fact, that unlike myself...that hamster is going to keep working on achieving his goal, until he accomplishes it...which in his case, is getting through a door! Of course, for Mr. Hamster's sake i can only hope there isn't some big, fat cat on the other side waiting for him!

Persistent Hamster
Like i said, it's a video that anyone that ever had a hamster will appreciate...sorry that you have to sit through the 30 second commercial that precedes it...but as a kid who had something like 100 hamsters...(we always started out with two hamsters...but as anyone who ever had a hamster...there is no such thing as TWO HAMSTERS ever because those babies mate...well, like rabbits) and pretty soon the house is swimming in hamsters...although if you have a hamster like the one in the video, and a cat like we had...well, God forbid if the hamster figured a way out of it's cage! Which he or she would do eventually, because, well, they never give up! It's kind of weird, as i was watching the video and thinking about every hamster i ever knew, it occurred to me that i would have been more successful in life if i had been less human, and more hamster...then again, knowing my luck, there probably would have been a cat waiting for me on the other end.

When life gives you lemons...

These beautiful ladies are my classmates and teacher in the Medical Assistant Course at Bryant and Stratton College here in Milwaukee. I'm not in the picture since i'm the one with the camera!

I had always planned on going back to school when i turned 50 (and no i'm not 50 yet, but thanks for asking!) but sometimes life doesn't work out quite like you planned and you find yourself making new plans earlier then you thought you would.

In my case, my life took an unexpected turn when i got laid off from what i thought was going to be my dream radio job here in Milwaukee. I never saw it coming-does anyone(?)-and then my life became a "what the heck am i'm gonna do with the rest of my life", which sucks since i just spent the last 24 years of my life behind a microphone which means i essentially have no marketable skills whatsoever!

Then i heard about a cool program Milwaukee County offers those of us who are unlucky enough to be on the "not so wanted" side of employment. Your unemployment benefits qualify you for retraining and tuition. You go to the Job Hire Center just off the highway on National Avenue, sit through a couple of orientation classes taught by people who have been through what you're going through, and then you get assigned a caseworker (which in my case was the awesome and colorful Alvin-i love you Alvin!) and then they decide whether you qualify for retraining and tuition, or not. In my case, 24 years of radio made me a shoo-in!...i'm not sure if i should be depressed about that or not.


My inspiration in going back to school was my late grandmother Reba Davison, who went back to school in her 50's to be a nurse. I felt her presence all eight months that i attended school and my only regret was that she wasn't alive to know how much i appreciated her example.

If you have ever thought about going back to school, but thought, "there's no way i can do it, i'm too dumb or it's too late or i'll never be able to remember anything" IT'S NOT TRUE!
Here's a little known secret about college, teachers love adults who come back to school, because they know we're really here to learn and most of us don't come in to class with hangovers (at least most of the time) because we were out partying with our friends! Sure, it took me a little longer to remember things-what with my brain hard drive already full from years of worthless Madonna information, and yes, in order to relearn math i had to wipe out years of Madonna album and boyfriend information...but it was worth it.
You know why?
I spent the last eight months, not in front of the tube, but at places like Barnes and Nobles or the cafe at Borders doing homework with my kids, although much to my embarrassment, i had to ask my kids for help with my math! The coolest thing though had to be getting up early with my kids on the mornings after a severe storm to see if school was canceled!
You know what?
If i hadn't gotten laid off, i might have never gotten this opportunity to try something new, learn something new, meet wonderful classmates, and spend precious bonding time with my children over homework and vanilla steamers (you don't think my kids were gonna hang out with me unless i bought them something do you?!)
When life gives you lemons, make lemonaide!
(Then add half a quart of vodka to it)

Turtle Updates...or why i haven't been posting on my blog lately

Obviously, this isn't my turtle. But you gotta admit, this crocodile looks pretty pleased doesn't he? Luckily, no one was hurt by this croc, well, as much as someone can be "not dead", but is missing their arm...this picture is an example of what happens when you let your guard down at your job, and your job just happens to be a zoo keeper. This is why i chose radio, cause when i screw up, the boss calls me in the office and chews my ear...but he doesn't chew my arm off...so, it was a pretty easy decision...not that anyone offered me a "croc feeding job" although i'm sure one or more of bosses would have if they'd have had that option!

Actually, i have spent the last few months going to school full-time to be a medical assistant. I had always planned to do that; follow my grandma's example when i turned 50 and go back to school, but a brush with my mortality about a year and a half ago speeded up my decision. I took a good hard look at where i was going with my life and i wasn't happy, i was in a job that didn't matter (to anyone but my husband cuz he really enjoys it when i bring home a paycheck!) and i was more or less drifting through the years, waiting for something to happen...but a weird thing happens when someone tells you that you could die...you start realizing that tomorrow isn't necessarily guaranteed, and you get a real sense of time flying by like a windy day...so i spent a few months looking for a school and now i'm knee deep in math homework going "what the heck was i thinking-wouldn't it just be easier to be a zoo keeper? "

ps...btw, my turtle Tim is fine, he just woke up from his long winter nap (he hibernates for 6 weeks)...i hope that's a good sign that winter is almost over.