Hi my name is Carole and I’m an Olympics addict.
There’s my first step in my twelve step program to get over the Olympics. I know that the games will be ending soon and I am going to have to adjust. I just don’t know how.
I love watching these things. I don’t know why, but I just freakin love them.
Maybe, it’s because I am so NOT the athlete. Maybe, it’s because I would like to be. I’m not really sure.
I find it fascinating to see people who can strap blades or boards to their feet and fly around rinks or down mountain sides. Walking is a challenge for me. In fact, when Lew and I started dating he told everybody that cracks in the sidewalk carried new meaning. He is constantly aware that I may go down at anytime. It doesn’t matter where. I’ve fallen in some of the coolest places in the world.
Years ago while broadcasting from Munich during Octoberfest I was walking with Matt Vasgersian when I slipped and fell over NOTHING. Matt looked at me and said with astonishment “What happened”? I had no answer.
There are days that I wake up and find a huge bruise somewhere. How did it get there? I don’t know.
So maybe that is why I’m fascinated. I love watching people doing what seem to be impossible feats. I love watching the Americans kicking butt. I love the fact that finally there may be some respect for the American athlete.
So yes, my name is Carole and I am an Olympic addict. I’m sorry if I have caused anybody any pain for my rabid and constant infatuation with them and I promise to try and curb myself when the Summer Olympics come around.

Here I am sitting at my desk, bursting with pride for the people of Southeastern Wisconsin. You are the most caring, giving group.
The people of Wisconsin are constantly stereotyped; portrayed to be some kind of backwards, northwoods yoopers, but nothing could be farther from the truth.
When your back is against the wall ; I want a Wisconsinite by my side. A true and trusted friend who will help pull me through the tough times.
That is what you have done again. This time as we at KLH are working to get 50 thousand dollars for Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin. You have once again come through with a vengeance.
I know that right now we are little behind the eight ball, but I know that I can trust on you.
Please continue to go to the KLH website and vote for KLH as North America’s Most Caring Radio station. If we get the most votes we will get 50K for the hospital.
The station in Missouri has been pressing hard, but let’s keep plugging away.
The cold, hard fact is that there can be only one winner and whoever that is, congratulations! But, till then let’s keep voting so we know we gave it all we had.
Thanks again for your support. Whoever said “When the going gets tough, the tough gets going” must have been talking about you.
carole

Hey, as you know Dave and I hold the Miracle Marathon every year, and every year it is a struggle to try and find ways to make more money. This year something easy just came down the pike. The Forester group is going to give North Americans most Caring Radio Station 50 grand and it would be great for WKLH to win. All you have to do is go to the WKLH website(while you’re there sign up for the Dave and Carole extra) and click on the website link. It is really easy and it takes no time at all. This is a great way to help out. You can vote 10 times a day until 2.5.10. Just think with the click of a mouse you could be raising money for the hospital. Thanks so much in advance. If you sign up for the extra, there will be something special coming from me in February. Let’s just say that Carole is going to be doing a little Belly Dancing. C-section scar and all. Yea Baby.

In this cynical time, in this cynical world it is time to make some time to be thankful. I am like many people who too often get caught up in the craziness of the day by day activities and don’t take time to look at their world and be thankful. It is far to easy to complain about things then to appreciate them and that is why I am making my New Years resolution now. I am going to try to appreciate my family, my friends and my world. It may take a little time to alter my behavior because I have been in the rut far too long. I am so grateful that I can share the holidays with my family. I know that it is a stressful time and there is much to do, but what would it be without family. I am lucky to be able to live in this great community and to have such wonderful friends. I hope everyone will take a little time out of their busy schedule and pause to give thanks. We are truly blessed.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, and yes it is all true

A number of years ago after my husband and I were first married we went on the mission of buying our first home. We found a nice ranch on the NW side of Milwaukee and it was in our price range so we signed the papers.
We were very excited and we moved in quickly. I get up early in the morning so my husband was always the one to lock up at night. During the first two weeks of our residence, when I would get up to go to work, the door to the attached garage was wide open. I mentioned it to my husband Lew and he said that he was closing it. It continued and so did my accusations that he wasn’t closing the door. Finally, with no other solution, one night both of us decided to address the situation and together we stood in the living room and said out loud “Don’t worry, we will take really good care of your home”.
The next morning the door was shut.
Fast forward a number of months later. We were sleeping and I had a nightmare that something had happened to my father. I awoke to find a man standing at the end of the bed. I closed my eyes and shook my head and then re-opened my eyes. He was still there. He stood there and shook his head “no”. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
A short time later we attended our neighborhood block party. I was telling my neighbors of my experience and then described the man that I had seen. (I can still see and describe him today) My neighbors were dumbfounded and finally one woman said to me “That sounds like the guy(name withheld) who built the house. You know he committed suicide by sitting in his car in the garage.” YIKES
Lew and I lived in the house for a few years and never had any issues except for the occasional smell of cigars (we don’t smoke cigars).

It is impossible for me to wrap my head around the fact that it is October already. Where did 2009 go? I remember that it was just a few days ago that the crew picked up my sad, used Christmas tree from the curb. In just a couple of months I will be heading out on the annual hunt to find another perfect tree to put in my front bay window. Don’t get me wrong I love the tradition, but it’s just here too soon. I had a dream the other day that Christmas came and I had missed the opportunity to put up my Halloween decorations. HORROR!!!!
It seems that we just don’t have the time or make the time to slow down and appreciate the world around us. I’m not saying you have to smell all the roses, just a few.
My father(who would have been 98 on September 30th) always said it that the years went by faster as you got older, it wasn’t until I got older that I understood what he was talking about.
He’s looking down on me right now and smiling, amused that I have finally figured it out.
So here we are again facing another fall. It will come and go as quickly as the summer, so I guess I should stop writing and get outside to smell the mums.

It has been eight years since our world changed and it seems like yesterday.  I can’t believe that another 9-11 is here.  The images still haunt me and I know that many people will have trouble getting through the day as we will be reminded ,at every venue ,what happened that horrible day. 

I remember all to well as Dave and I were on the air and we were forced to call a play by play of what was going on when the planes started hitting the buildings.

I have been to the site many times since then and I am hopeful that the Freedom Tower will soon be finished and stand proud and tall. it will be  a testament to the human spirit.  The work will take time, but time is on our side. 

I will also take the time tomorrow to think of our brave men and women who are serving in the military to protect our freedoms. I cross my fingers they will all come home safe.

o.k. I’ve spent a number of weeks with the topsy turvy tomato plants and I have reached the conclusion that they don’t work very well. I have two and I planted tomato plants in the traditional manner in pots on my deck. The topsy turvey ones are just limping along while the pots are THRIVING. If fact, better than thriving. I am going to have more tomatoes than I will know what to do with.
I planted some herbs along the side of the topsy turveys and they are doing well. So, I guess that’s what I will use them for in the future.
It was a 20 dollar experiment. (I got in on the deal of buy one get one free)
I have not been able to harvest any of the tomatoes, but I’m hoping to in the next couple of weeks.
Anyway, save your money and use a pot.

A neighbor of mine just lost their dog. A glorious white and tan beauty, he was a true gentleman of a dog. I saw my friend just yesterday and my heart broke as she told me the sad news. It had just happened and she was sad to be outside walking without her companion. She was so so sad and I was sad for her.
Pets bring such joy to life and in the end such sorrow. We know that they don’t live as long as we would like, but we are willing to suffer the inevitable for just a few years of life.
I really believe that pets pick you. There is a special look that the animal you take home gives you. It says “Take me”,and they love you from the beginning. Never will you find anyone more sad to see you leave or happier to see you come home. I think it is unconditional way that they love their owners that makes it so hard to say goodbye.
I always wish that as my animals enter their later years, that I would just wake up one day and find that they have quietly passed. That has never happened and the likelihood that it will is slim.
It is that day that I dread. That day that I drive my animal for the last time.
There have been many trips like that for me and there will be more. Each time I say never again and each time I go back to the Humane Society waiting for another furry face to pick me.
The plesaure far outways the pain and I hope that in time my neighbors pain will fade and only the fond memories will remain.