How’s your weekend going? Our Saturday started with a University of Minnesota Gopher football game and ended with a rainy evening at home – much needed, I might add, as we’ve been in quite a drought around here as of late. But first, the Gopher game. It was the inaugural…
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Do you ever wonder what it is I actually do, day-to-day, in the office? If you’ve read some of my past blog posts or my About Me page, then you know I handle communications, social media, meeting planning and a myriad of other things for the Minnesota Turkey Growers Association…
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My family loves celebrating birthdays. In fact, I think Teacher Man was perhaps a tad big overwhelmed when he first became a part of the family and he realized just how much we get into birthdays. I guess you could say we have a “go big or go home” attitude…
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By tomato lover standards (if there are such standards), my garden is paltry. I hear tales of people who plant 30, 40 even 50 plants and then spend fall weekends happily canning away. (Or at least they claim they love to can – you know, 36 quarts of this, that…
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So Joe and I made our annual trek to the Minnesota State Fair last week. I was actually there to work, but one of the great things about my job is that during the State Fair, I can bring Joe with me. My organizations (the Minnesota Turkey Growers Association and…
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The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul. – Alfred Austin My perennial flowers are loving this late summer heat wave, as long as I give them a…
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A few of my inspirations last week: a comfy pair of jeans that feel like a million bucks (but only cost me $15 – seriously), leopard print heels that are completely walkable (hello there!) and Jay Baer’s New York Times bestseller, Youtility. And all collided at the wonderful world of…
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My nephew/Godson, Davis, is going away to college at the University of Nebraska this week. Wasn’t he just 6 years old and in kindergarten? Didn’t I just see him running around the farm, chasing Grandpa’s black lab, Summer, and asking a zillion questions about everything? Wasn’t he just begging to…