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June 30th, 2009 by lola

Last friday I had two friends that were in town for a visit. One was a good friend that have been pretty close to, but we hadnt kept in touch as much as I had planned when leaving San Fransisco. We had called each other periodically. When she said she was coming up to see me and other friends of hers along the way..ashland Oregon, Portland and then Seattle..I was very excited to see both of them.  When they finally got into town…I couldnt quite put my finger on it but something was different. I kept staring at her as she talked and at times wanted to yell out “hold on! where is my friend that I used to laugh with?” But I kept silent. I felt the energy and life being completely drained from my mind and body, as I sat there. And YES those people ARE out there. The kind that like to think the glass is empty…forget half full. I call them energy vampires. If you let them they will suck the life from every part of your being. Now I am not saying my friend was doing this but it really “felt” the same. The minutes that passed seemed like days, and that can NEVER be good. We went all over Seattle and we toured all the places she lived and worked back when she was  at a former country station back in 94′ and I had an alright time. But that feeling of being absolutly exhausted was there the whole time. I slept alot while she was here..more than normal. And perhaps she picked up on what was going on too, she left a couple of days earlier than previously planned.

There is a saying that is ringing true with me right now…”people come into your life for a season, a reason, or a lifetime….perhaps I am the one who has changed.

Rockin the beer gut video…DONE and out July 4th on CMT!

June 24th, 2009 by lola

How DO these sort of crazy things happen to such a normal gal?…lol….Ok we all know Im a bit left of normal. What is interesting is I said to a friend Bill in march after being invited by Showdog records (Tobys label) to come to The ACM’s …”I have this feeling, that Trailer Choir and I are gonna become great friends..and I am going to be in one of their video’s…not sure which one, but I know this will happen.” HOW CRAZY is that? So we meet and what I said became reality..even to MY suprise. I got up on stage with them at Toby Keiths “I love this bar and grill” in Harrahs…went on stage with TC and rocked the beer gut for a packed house. Again little did I know there were programmers from all over the U.S that saw this and loved it and started playing it on their station. I guess I made it “Okay” to be phat and all that. So the song starts charting before the record label is off the current single at the time which was “what would you say”. The label head of Showdog records (wonderful man) George says to me..”you started a spark..that led to a fire and if anyone deserves to be in this video’s you.” So they paid for everything. Plane ticket, hotel,everything…So I left for Nashville on a monday…was filmed in the beer gut video and flew back wednesday. The video will be out July 4th. It is all very amazing and surreal to me…but so exciting. Be on the look out for Trailer Choirs video “rockin the beer gut” mout July 4th on CMT and GAC. Love you all.

Taylor Hicks @ Walmart in Marysville

May 25th, 2009 by lola

Well to try and keep Taylors fans Happy I am going to post what was a very brief encounter with him on friday. He was at Walmart in Marysville, and to be honest he looked just plain tired. There was a line almost around the store to see him. I spoke with him very breifly. He did remember me. Said “Hey Lola” and asked if I had been to any of The Grease shows..I told him no..because they were sold out. He said “I have comp tickets” please come out and see the show. So I most likely will. I will be at The Triple door on wednesday night for his SOLD OUT show..and even took the next day off. I met all kinds of wonderful WOLFERS…they started shouting when I showed up..and everyone thought TAYLOR was there! I had to laugh about that.

Taylor it is ALWAYS great to see you…and Wolf fans I LOVE YOU.

Rockin’ the beer gut…

May 24th, 2009 by lola

I absoltely LOVE this song and this group. The name “trailer Choir” conjures up an automatic vision of something REDNECK for sure…and yes they are a bit “rednecked” if you will, but they are also so much more. I had the pleasure of meeting them at the 2009 ACM awards that were held in Vegas. We became instant friends and kindred “souls” passionate about our format of country music and also our fans. The song “beer gut” for me was really a turning point in my life. For so long I have hid behind my weight, using it as a “protection”. Why? Honestly wanting to avoid intimacy on all levels. But beer gut has changed my attitude and prospects. It has liberated me and empowered me to “really ROCK what Ive got”…and its alot.  Chorus- “she was rocking the beer gut and I love the way she’s not afraid…rockin the beer gut well, its just some extra love around her waist..” and with her blue jeans a little tight around her butt…rockin’ the beer gut”  In this day and age of anything goes…why not be proud of what you got? I have been invited to be in this video when it is filmed…and I can tell you this…its NOT because I was a skinny girl with a perfect body.

The tale of two Taylors…

May 18th, 2009 by lola

It was for sure a “Taylor made” friday….Well sometimes I get lonely…and thats a hard thing to say…

I still am not “over” interviewing him last friday. And YES I know that he is just a regular person…yet noone has ever had this effect on me. I think the interview went pretty well..considering my “dork” factor was in full effect. I had all of these pre-conceived feelings about him and after meeting him they were all confirmed.

He is a very handsome, charming, funny man. I LOVE giving..and The Ray Charles doll was alot of fun to give to him…I heard he had lost his and thru a wonderful listener I was able to give him another one, One that he said he is going to take on the road with him….he was so nice and genuine. I asked alot of questions that I wanted to know…and he seemed good with awnsering all my questions. If you go to under station stuff you will find the video for this interview…I think it is worth watching. He gave me his harmonica and wrote on an autographed pic of him “fan for life”..he also gave me his private email. Which from what I am to understand from his HUGE fan base..he never does any of these things….interesting.

Taylor Hicks should have been in country music all along…but dont get me started. He is a wonderful addition to our format and I believe with time will go pretty far in THIS format.

As for the OTHER Taylor….as in SWIFT that I met on friday night backstage…um really nice girl..very grounded and lovely….but NOTHING compared to the first Taylor. ….

For all the moms I know

April 23rd, 2009 by lola


August 2, 2000


We are sitting at lunch when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of “starting a family.” “We’re taking a survey,” she says, half-joking. “Do you think I should have a baby?”

“It will change your life,” I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. “I know,” she says, “no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.” But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her.

I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking “What if that had been MY child?” That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of “Mom!” will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moment’s hesitation. I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by Motherhood.

She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby’s sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy’s desire to go to the men’s room rather than the women’s at McDonald’s will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years — not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter’s relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children’s future.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts.

My daughter’s quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. “You’ll never regret it,” I finally say. Then I reach across the table, squeeze my daughter’s hand and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. This blessed gift from God . . . that of being a Mother.


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Ritz crackers and Sushi

April 16th, 2009 by lola

So as many of you may know I went to Vegas for my first time (and my last)..for The ACM show and all the fun that goes along with that. I was invited to a dinner with Jimmy Wayne at a sushi place in the MGM. I am NOT a lover of Sushi…but I AM a lover of Jimmy I thought “Lets DO THIS!”

My self and about 13 other radio people from all over the country were there along with Jimmy wayne and as life would have it I sat right across from Jimmy.  He sang looooola la la la la lola for most of the dinner, and it seemed to take forever til SOME type of food..if you can call it that finally came. Now I am not overweight by accident…I LOVE me some REAL food. So everyone else is eating this kind of wierd stuff and that kinda wierd stuff (squid) and I said to hell with THIS. I remembered (light bulb moment) that in my purse was a snack bag of Ritz crackers from the flight to Vegas. Now normally this would not be the “right” or proper thing to do at a nice dinner…BUT in staying with my true character (which is not always I whipped those Ritz crackers out and proudly ate them in front of the entire table..didnt hide any of it. My guest says to me afterwards..”I cannot believe you did that!” All I said was “believe it.” Now ten years ago I would have never done this for fear of what people might think…but when you hit your forties…TO HECK WITH ALL OF least thats how I feel. So the next day one of the big-wig record people come up and said “I loved it that you ate those crackers at dinner and when you left there were three ladies that commented that they were about to jump across that table and wrestle you for those crackers”… I guess my “moral” of this story is BE YOURSELF and dont ever let others dictate WHO you SHOULD be. Love you all your cracker jack Lola

Something better is coming (with a fork)

March 18th, 2009 by lola

There was a woman that was diagnosed with cancer and had been given 3 months to live. Her Dr. told her to start making preparations to die. So she contacted her pastor and had him come to the house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at her service, what scriptures she would like read, and what she wanted to be wearing.

The woman also told her pastor that she wanted to be buried with her favorite bible. Everything was in order and pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. “There’s one more thing” she said excitedly. “Whats that?” came the pastors reply. “This is very important” the woman continued “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.” The pastor stood looking at the woman not knowing quite what to say. “That shocks you doesnt it?” the woman asked. “Well to be honest, Im puzzled by the request” said the pastor. The woman explained. “In all my years of attending church socials and functions where food was involved my favorite was when whoever was clearing away the dishes of the main course would lean over and say “you can keep your fork”.

It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming. When they told me to keep my fork I knew something great was about to be given to me. It wasnt Jell-o or pudding. It was cake or pie. Something with substance.

So I just want people to see me there in the casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder “Whats with the fork?” Then I want you to tell them “something better is coming so keep your fork too” the pastors eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman goodbye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW somthing better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the womans casket and they saw the pretty dress and her favorite bible and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over the pastor heard the question. “Whats with the fork?” And over and over he smiled. During his message the pastor told people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died. He also told them about thefork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor tolf the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork, let it remind you oh so gently that there is something better coming.


March 17th, 2009 by lola

OK….so I am feeling pretty proud of myself for how well I have been dealing with everything. But yet I wonder “am I really dealing with this?”

Sometimes it is hard to tell. The grieving process is so different for each person. I lost my dad in 1994 and as sad as that was, it did not impact me like my husbands death.  Rick was such a unique, eccentric, reclusive, man. He had the greatest sense of humor and wit and I will always miss the way we would banter back and forth. He loved me unconditionally and openly and taught me more than anyone else ever had. An amazing provider Rick was and took great pride in this fact. We were 12 years apart, so we were both year of the monkey and a couple of monkeys we were! It was always a fun crazy ride with him at the wheel. He was my best friend and I feel a better person for knowing someone as smart and innovative as he was.

Jordan and I will eventually carry on in our lives with the strong hurt becoming a dull pain, but the loss will be felt forever. Grief is like a rollercoaster…you think your fine and then bam! you get thrown into another curve….and that again is where my faith comes in.

I thank you for all of your love prayers and kindness. You are the best.


When all else fails…laugh

March 16th, 2009 by lola

“They” say laughter is the best medicine…and I have to agree. Death is the final show of all shows..the last bow before the curtain closes. What you do on that stage before that moment speaks volumes about who you were.

My husband is in a better without pain or without judgements…I believe that God IS love. And we have many roads to travel in this life and beyond. Dear God, may I lift everyone around me into a state of love and laughter and may my soul today touch yours and know yours has so many times touched mine. It is NOT about the destination…its all about the ride. Love you all.


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