It started out quite innocently. I guess it was about a month ago when my staff and I were munching on organic pizza, brainstorming ideas for pieces, whining about our hours and slotting items on the KBTVonline Google Calendar when Jason suddenly blurted out: “What are we going to do Halloween?”
As if on queue, my staff replied in unison: “Halloween Horror Nights!” After much banter, innuendo, teasing and snickering I was told that Halloween Horror Nights happens for a solid month each year at Universal Studios up in Orlando.
“Who or what are you going to dress up as, Kate?” This was the question asked by my oh-so-practical yet imaginative and brilliant Managing Editor, Rachael. She’s always planning, plotting and, basically what I call, “bring it home.”
“Good point,” I replied.
In the days following, I decided on Miss Piggy — more specifically “Miss Piggy as TV broadcaster/Weather Girl.” Or “Weather Piglet.” Or rather “Weather Piglette.”
Then last Friday morning, realizing I had only 24 hours until departure time, I hit the Web. I Googled “Costumes Miami Fort Lauderdale Pompano Beach.” A listing popped up for “Costume World” in Deerfield Beach. It was pouring rain, but I grabbed by gigantic umbrella and headed out in search of Miss Piggy, Google Map in hand.
Immediately upon entering Costume World I am hit with that sensory overload that usually renders me paralyzed. As a quick fix to my catatonic state, I seek out the most flamboyant queen I can find on the floor. He’s dressed up like Mr. Darcy of “Pride & Prejudice” (yet singing show tunes in the corner in his best falsetto).
“Miss Piggy’s out,” he proclaims sadly with a pouting lower lip.
I’m crestfallen and confused by this news. I grab my cell phone to call my friend Laura Kennedy who seems to have a solution to just about any problem. Her phone rings straight into voice mail. I sink to the stool just outside the dressing room. Just as I’m losing hope Mr. Darcy saunters up behind me and utters with glee: “What about Little Bo Peep?”
One of the minions at one of the million subsidiaries of one of the Biggie Entertainment companies out in Burbank, California e-mailed me through the site asking for a “press kit.”
My first thought was: Not again! Ug, I thought. Oh no! It’s her again!
You see I’m being cyber stalked by this crazy woman who accuses me of everything from stealing The North Face white mid-weight, water-repellent rain gear to failing to adhere to varying definitions of corporate governance. I don’t even own any stock — let alone sit on any corporate boards or mull over issues surrounding fiduciary responsibility.
I e-mailed Miss Entertainment Company Agent back. I asked her if she could be more specific, pretending that I had lots and lots of press kits but I needed to know exactly what she had in mind.
It turned out it wasn’t Crazy Cyberstalker Obsessed Woman at all. A nice young gal called me back, yes, from an 818 area code. She sounded fer’eal.
I didn’t think I had a press kit. “Barry, do I have a press kit?” Barry swiveled around in his chair. “Why?” He mumbled.
I explained the whole situation and that I was certain it was indeed fer’real girl and not Cyber Girl. Barry shook his head. I didn’t have a press kit, he insisted.
Maybe, I thought, this was God’s way of telling me to put one together.
“Let’s do an EPK,” Barry said spinning back toward the window. He started swivel his mouse on the YouTube/Google-branded mouse pad. He looked particularly dwarfed by the Mac flat screens today.
He starts nibbling on the earpiece of his glasses.
“What’s an EPK?” I sounded like a brat today. Barry smiled that cameraman-I-live-to-torture-talent smirk. “Trust me.”
The next thing I know he’s rearranging The Studio (read living room), pushing around lights, plumping up the purple sofa, rearranging vases — all with the keen eye of a war-torn photographer. I head back upstairs and continue tapping away at my scripts. He then shouts for me to come downstairs. “Sit.”
“No way!” There was no way I was going to shoot with no makeup, no hair, no clothes — no way!
“Just sit.” Forty-five minutes later I had answered two distinct questions: “Who is Kate Bohner?” and “Why did you decide to do KBTV?” — both questions, four different times, from four unusual angles.
“Am I done?” I added in my best petulant tone. Barry grinned that Cheshire Cat smile. “Yep.”
Watercooler Diaries::Pink Ribbons and "LIVESTRONG" Bracelets
Here in the U.S. pink ribbons and rubber "LIVESTRONG" bracelets are ubiquitous, dotting the American Landscape through the month of October — National Breast Cancer Awareness Month — as health care professionals, charitable organizations, corporations and regular folks mobilize for the cure.
With all this it’s very easy to forget that women in other parts of the world, where advocacy in general is in its infancy, breast cancer is still a shameful secret.
Every three minutes an Egyptian woman is informed that she has the illness and the misery from lack of treatment options has led to misinformation. In developing countries such as India, women with breast cancer may be forced to use separate forks and knives because of the widespread belief that the disease is contagious.
It made me very grateful to be a woman living in America when I saw the sea of pink shirts, a man on stilts clad in hot pink fur pants and a masseuse with pink Energizer Bunny ears on Saturday at the 12th Annual Miami/Fort Lauderdale Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure 5K at Bayfront Park.
A record 16,042 runners and walkers turned out for the occasion. It was the largest Race for the Cure event in Miami ever. More than 700 breast cancer survivors, carrying pink roses presented to them during the survivor ceremony, participated in the race.
This year the event raised more than $1 million for breast cancer research, education and detection. South Florida Ford Dealers had the largest team, with 1,800 participants. Thousands of people — in all different shapes and sizes — gathered on Biscayne Bay to demonstrate their support for the cause, celebrate the survivors and remember their loved ones.
As I walked along in the crowd a mother stopped me and asked if I could take a picture of her and her daughter. We got to talking, and she shared her story with me. She's a survivor. She brought her 10-year-old daughter to run with her. Just four weeks before the woman was having surgery — a hysterectomy — because she is a genetic carrier for breast cancer. She said it was important that her daughter was at the event so she could "see that there are others like her mommy." And that she's not alone.
That feeling of "togetherness" was the underlying theme of the race. It was almost like everyone — all the men, children, family members and friends — were saying, "You aren't alone. We are here with you!"
Many ran in honor of a mother or sister or aunt lost to breast cancer, with a little pink tag placed on their backs. A few runners even got tearful as they recounted good times spent with the lost loved one.
Buzzzzz. My Blackberry is buzzing somewhere near my elbow. It’s 6 a.m. Today’s the day of my photo shoot, and I’m nervous. Video is one thing. I’m speaking. I’m imparting information. It’s journalism. Shooting print photos is entirely different. There is something slightly voyeur-esque about it all.
Now it’s a scramble. I have to be out of my house at 7:45 a.m. for hair and manicure/pedicure across the street at the salon and then at the studio in Fort Lauderdale by 10 a.m.
I arrived with a giant suitcase full of clothes. Christy, my makeup artist, had already arrived. We chatted while she did my makeup (see photos). She offered me a brown rice cake and concluded our make-up session with a pat on the arm and a wink: “You’ll be fine, Kate; this is old hat.”
Thank God my producer Barry came. He told me he was there to shoot video for the new “Watercooler Diaries” opening, but he might have been a “support system” in disguise sent by my staff.
Prioritizing is a bitch. And some people are better at it than others. I’m not at all sure where I fall on the spectrum, but I’ll suggest to you that I am someone who tries to do too much, stretches herself too thin and tries to simultaneously please too many people. This would place me below sea level on the prioritizing front, I’m sure.
I poured the proverbial bucket of cold water over my own head yesterday morning, beginning sometime around sunrise. I wish it had been the dousing we see on television — the mammoth immersion of ice-cold Gatorade dumped on NFL coaches at the end of a game ending in a come-from-behind victory. No, it was an entire day of frigid shock and horror, like a steady stream of melting snow that I dip my bandana into when I’m hiking at high altitudes. It didn’t stop until the FedEx deadline at 5 p.m.
It all started last week when I was asked by one of my media partners out in Los Angeles for 92 episodes of archived KBTVonline episodes. Simple enough, I thought. I’ll copy the shows onto a series of DVDs, organize them alphabetically by title and create a nice, neat, Corporate-esque packet — set to ship at deadline.
Not. What a nightmare.
Camera pans back nine months… I’m chatting with one of my mentors on the West Coast who kindly (and helpfully!) suggests that I create a series of libraries. First, he said, I should catalogue all the KBTVonline episodes by name and slug the Quicktime files the same title as the actual shows which air on YouTube. Next, I was expected to create a tape library, cataloging all the raw footage that was used to actually cut the shows. THEN, I was strongly urged to create ANOTHER library of the actual shows themselves employing the following process: Save the files onto an external hard drive, and when that fills up unplug it put it in the back of the closet and hook up another external hard drive to save the next batch of shows until that got filled up and I unplugged it and put it in the back of the closet — and so on and so on.
Ug, I thought, He’s so dull! Why are engineers so boring?
Camera pan forward to Monday morning (yesterday.)… I begin my mission. Let’s just say that by noon — covered in alternating layers of sweat, dust and carpet fuzz — boring engineerishness looked really good. I’ll spare you the minutiae, but let’s just say I combed through mountains DVDs, dead hard drives, individual computers, external hard drives all day long. In one case, I spent 45 minutes desperately searching for a show called “Bovine Bonding: The Raw Milk Debate.” Finally I located it on an external hard drive peeking out from under the bed in my guest room. The file name? “Cow Drama.” Next, I ransacked a DVD case for a show called “Spank me with Spanx!” I ended up finding it slugged under “KBTV.04.10.07.” The entire day morphed into this dark, evil and looming 5 p.m. FedEx deadline. I nearly passed out in the studio. Instead of asking for my signature on the credit card slip, the woman behind the counter in the brightly-colored baseball cap asked me if she should phone 911. What was so important that I couldn’t make at least ONE library of my shows? What had I been doing for the past nine months? And then I came across this photo…
Watercooler Diaries::Grasshoppers and Tarantulas and Slugs, Oh My!
One of the goals we had in mind when we launched our new show, Watercooler Diaries, was to give you the viewer more of the types of stories you requested in a format to which you responded. After literally hundreds of e-mails and comments after we ran our two-part boxing series “Out of the Office; into the Ring” my Web master Jason Parsely and I visited one of the more unique attractions in the area — Butterfly World!
It rests in Coconut Creek, about 30 miles north of Fort Lauderdale. Said to be the largest center of its kind on Earth, it’s home to thousands of butterflies, dozens of exotic plants and birds and a wonderful English rose garden. We saw butterflies emerge really from start to finish, beginning in the laboratory where they start in a cocoon and then to the Butterfly Emerging Area and ending in Wings of the World Secret Garden!
Some of the visitors are lucky enough to have the butterflies land on their head, hand or shoulder. I was there to try to snap some close-up photos and video that would, of course, be impossible to capture, say, in at friend’s back yard, but my other motivation was to enjoy yet another experience that folks seem to only be able to get in Florida.
As I mentioned, it all starts in the laboratory. From behind glass enclosures, wide-eyed visitors get to see the stages of metamorphosis from eggs to caterpillars to pupae to adult butterflies. Research also goes on in the lab, where experts have developed successful techniques for butterfly farming.
Then in the Adventure Aviary, Jason and I took in the amazing flowers and countless butterflies from five continents. We finally entered the Wings of the World Secret Garden. You have to have a quick eye to see the hummingbirds darting around at up to 45 MPH in this area — and an even faster camera to capture them on film or digitally. A few fun facts about the hummingbird: They are the smallest bird in the world; their favorite color is red; they visit 2,000 to 5,000 flowers a day to get their energy; for their size they have the largest heart and brain of ALL animals; and only a few of the species actually hum.
We had spent nearly two hours there, so I tried to scoot without going into the insect gallery. Then Jason grabbed me and said: “It is time to conquer your fears!” He insisted we enter what we later termed “The Bug Room,” which was packed with tourists. I first had to pretend I was prepared to eat a Lubber Grasshopper and I was expected to “bond” with a tarantula. And then finally I approached this nice young fellow with an Australian accent — he was apparently giving some kind of an informal tour — and asked him if I could touch that thing in his hand. I was so freaked out I can’t remember what it’s called! As it turns out, Jason was right. I felt a little bit better about the fact that despite the fact that I’m terrified of insects, I was able to conquer my fears and face the bugs — even touch whatever that was! Now, he wants me to develop a series for the Watercooler called The NEW NEW FEARFACTOR! Ug, not my kind of reality TV!
It’s 6:30 a.m. The sun is rising over A1A, and I’m speeding toward the Gumbo Limbo Nature Center in Boca Raton, the site of the city’s Sea Turtle Conservation and Research Program.
Camera/tripod in the trunk? Check. Extra battery in the Prada satchel? Check. Lavaliere mic in the glove compartment? Check. Six pack of Peach Fresca in the Playmate? Check? Oh no! Where’s the Playmate that I had carefully filled with ice at midnight? Harrumph … it’s in the garage waiting to be loaded onto its usual spot on the dog bed in the back of the Beamer. Bummer, I’d forgotten to load it in; damn the darkness in that garage (and outside at that time of the morning!). One thing about living in Florida, you’ve got to remember to hydrate. Constantly.
No worries, I thought. I was excited for my first sea turtle hatchling hunt. Rachael had set it up for 7 a.m., and I had forgotten to ask her exactly what we’d be doing. Also, she’d been stuck in civil court all day after getting the plume assignment of covering a cesarean gone wrong. Hence, her phone was shut off.
Luckily, I wore jeans and converse high-tops because as it turns out this was an early-morning tag along with a couple of marine conservations. They’re there to study the turtles’ nesting patterns along this 5-mile strip of Boca’s beautiful beaches. Yes, all this at sunrise.
We’re turning a two-parter for our newly-launched “Florida in Focus” series where — in this episode, anyway — we’re taking a closer look at one of the oldest inhabitants of the state’s coastlines. Down here they’re called “Florida’s Living Fossils,” and local officials estimate that Palm Beach and Broward Counties alone had 12,500 nests this season.
There are three varieties of turtles on Florida’s beaches — the loggerhead, the leatherback and the greens. The average turtle nest has anywhere from 80 to 140 eggs. These turtles may be hanging out on the beach, but they don’t have it easy! Between light pollution, people, raccoons, eroding beaches and poachers, these walking fossils have a lot to contend with. The leatherback and green turtles are endangered species. The loggerhead isn’t plentiful either — it’s classified as a “threatened” species. In fact, South Florida is one of only two places they are found in the world.
I only had one bad moment. I was on my hands and knees (see photo) digging up a nest when my index finger poked through a cracked shell. I suddenly smelled that unforgettable ghastly scent — that of a dead and decaying body. Except it wasn’t a dead body, a la the 11 o’clock Channel 10 News, it was a dead sea turtle embryo. I nearly puked. Then I stopped and did my mental imagery: I was on set doing a cameo in next week’s episode of CSI Miami.
Don’t forget to tune in on Nov. 7 for our two-part series: “Sea Turtle Hatchling Hunting!”
The part I love most about going on location to report a travel piece is all the other stories I uncover while am at it. As I mentioned in Monday’s blog, my Managing Editor, Rachael Joyner, and I hit St. Pete for the weekend in order to turn a two-part piece in advance of the Republican Presidential Debates to be hosted by CNN and YouTube in the peninsular town on Nov. 28 — which we, at KBTVonline, will be covering.
It was Wednesday (last Wednesday) and I hadn’t yet booked a hotel. I was tapping away at my Mac about how a professor at the University of Kansas was blaming the trappings of technology as the reason why roughly 25 percent of American adults are depressed. Instead of tapping away at our Macs and snuffling down Prozac or Zoloft, Dr. Ilardi was insisting we return to our caveman roots — get exercise, sleep more, socialize around the campfire (like they used to) — to prevent isolation and obsession over negative thoughts. Or something like that.
I was still sorting out the research when Rachael texted me. It read: “htl rm in st pete? salt h2o all over pants. eroding beach story. don’t’ forget htl room. we will need to sleep. st pete. this wkd.”
I later learned she was working a story about beach erosion in Boca – in a cream pair of pin-striped dress slacks – and scribbling a quote into her reporter’s notebook (she writes for the Sun-Sentinel) when a wave hit the not-yet-so-eroded beach and splashed her up to her mid-thigh.
At that point, the text message didn’t give me the entire story, but I did get the message — loud and clear. “Kate, get a hotel room in St. Pete for the weekend!”
“Ten-four!” I thought.
After surfing the Web, I phoned America’s Best Inns St. Petersburg. I spoke to a lovely woman — the proprietor — who gave me lots of good info about the town, so I booked a double room for one night. I texted Rache back: “Done. Amer bst inn St Pete… kinda b & b-ish.”
Rachael and I arrived at the Inn to find out we would be given a “double room” with one queen-sized bed because the rooms with two singles were promised to women who return every year for the Susan Komen Race for a Cure, a yearly event to raise money and awareness for breast cancer. About 14,000 runners and walkers gathered at Vinoy Park for the event. These photos hardly capture the excitement and color we saw.
The race was at 7 a.m. Rachael and I had just finished shooting a standup on the water at sunrise. We were pooped but jazzed. We headed downtown to Central Avenue for the race. I was so moved by the experience of watching all these people — in all different shapes, colors and sizes — advocates in their own right. And I hated the fact that I simply felt like a voyeur. I think it was when I saw a gentleman with a sign pinned to the back of his shirt that read, “I am running for YOUR mom,” that I decided to get involved.
We returned home Saturday afternoon, and by Tuesday I hit Google, clicked through to Susan G. Komen Race for a Cure site and formed a team — the KBTVonline team. We’re set to run/walk the 5K in Miami on Oct. 20. Click through to our team page and take a look! Also, don’t forget to check into the “WatercoolerDiaires” for our two-part series: “Racing for a Cure” on Oct. 25 and 27.
About a month ago, I contacted YouTube to inquire if my Managing Editor, Rachael Joyner, and I could attend the Republican Presidential Debates — co-sponsored by CNN and YouTube — set to take place on Nov. 28 at Mahaffey Theater in St. Petersburg, Fla. I subsequently e-chatted with an energetic, intelligent and witty YouTube exec, who shifted me to a lovely gal with a sunny nature. Next thing you know — bingo! — we were offered press credentials! (We’re huge YouTube fans here at KBTV!)
It was three days before launching our new show “Watercooler Diaries,” and I was beginning to walk into walls. No sleep — too much to do. No food — I was shooting a two-parter on boxing. (Rather, I was/would be seen boxing on camera.) I had decided I didn’t want to look like Miss Piggy in my pink boxing gloves ;-(
Ping! It was an e-mail from Rachael. She needed a quick fill-in-the-blank, which involved me deciding on a city in Florida to visit so we could tease our new periodic “Florida in Focus” segment. Rache had already written the descriptor: “‘Florida in Focus’ is a segment that looks at things you’d see only in Florida — whether it’s wacky laws, a midnight sea turtle hatchling hunt or a guide to 36-hours in Miami. Coming soon: 36-hours in [Kate please decide on city … I’m closing this section.] It was very Rachael, I thought, stern but in a gentle, suggesting kind of a way. I think she loathes management, but sadly for her she’s good at it. Well, at least managing me.
I slumped down at my computer, put my head in my hands and willed myself to stop thinking about the raw cookie dough. I was hungry! Didn’t anyone care! Then I thought about Miss Piggy and breathed deeply, picked up the phone and called her. She begrudgingly answered. She had to! We were on deadline … :). (She and I both detest talking on the telephone, which I guess is why we became reporters. Just kidding! :))
“St. Petersburg,” I said. “And no, not the one in Russia. The one on the West Coast! We’ll turn a 36-hours-in-St. Petersburg piece, a la The New York Times travel section!”
“Sounds great!” Rachael said. (Maybe she was just happy I’d finally filled the blank.) She added, “Why St. Pete?”
“We just got approved for press passes for the debates!” I continued to explain that we could do an “advance”-type piece on the debates and run it as a two-part series on Oct. 27 and 29, exactly one month prior to the debates! That way people would know where to stay, where to eat, places to go, and places to see.
We set off for St. Pete on Friday, Oct. 5 for our 36 hours of reportage. Soooo, don’t forget to check in with us in three weeks for the “Florida in Focus: St. Petersburg” two-part series and, OF COURSE, to read the behind-the-scenes story of the two of us spending 36-hours working at warp speed after having spent no more than two to three hours on a clip before. I’ve added some pictures to whet your appetite!
Admit it. We’ve all been there. Wading through what seems like hundreds of commands just to set Tivo so you can watch Dr. Phil’s “Man Camp 2” when you get home from work. Or, the ultimate humiliation: Trying to figure out how to get your blinged-out phone – that can play music and scan the Web – to actually make a phone call or store a number.
There’s now a term for this too-many-feature-induced burn out. It’s called “feature creep.” It basically means that as gadgets become progressively more complicated with more with more “bonus” features, consumers grow increasingly more agitated and confused! But here’s the catch. It’s self-induced! Most people THINK they want more features, which is why they HAVE TO buy THAT camera – the one with aperture priority mode, detachable rotatable lenses, SCSI ports, the works, instead of just a plain old vanilla point-and-shoot automatic. It’s not until they get home and actually use the device that they realize what have I done?
In the age of the iPhone gadgets with dozens of features and instruction manuals the size of a small phone book are the norm. However, a new trend is hitting the technology world, a line of electronic devices that offer less — and as a result are leaving customers more satisfied.
Makers are starting to respond to these feature-fatigued masses with user-friendly devices. These “one-trick pony” technologies are designed to handle just one task.
Philips, the Dutch consumer-electronics giant, sells a line of digital photo frames that play a slide show the minute you pop in a memory card — a less complicated version of looking at pictures on your laptop.
Best Buy sells handheld TVs with no satellite, no cable, no DVR, CD players that play only CDs and AM/FM radios.
Even Apple jumped on the bandwagon with the iPod Shuffle. It’s so featureless the user can’t even shuffle through the playlists, yet it’s sold an estimated 30 million since its January 2005 Launch.
Perhaps one of the first to cater to the subscribers of this anti-feature trend is a company called GreatCall, creators of the Jitterbug, the “supersimple” cell phone that only makes phone calls. It has no camera, no MP3 player, no Internet browser, just buttons to dial the phone number and a search your phone book.
But have people hit the wall? I decided to hit Mizner Park in Boca Raton Florida to ask a few folks if enough was enough when it came to the features of their latest and greatest gadgets!
My cameraman Barry decided to cut some of their remarks into a “reel” so to speak, so imagine my surprise when he came back with this!
I had been teetering on a dock on the Intracoastal in three-digit-degree heat, being devoured by mosquitoes, sweating through pancake makeup, shouting over leaf blowers and skirmishing with squalls for six months. I was windblown, worn out and beginning to suffer what felt like early onset Alzheimer’s. I was so blown out that each day it was becoming more difficult to conjuring up one, single original thought. In the middle of a sentence — either spoken or in my head — I’d suddenly fire expletives at a chopper whirling overhead, eat a large hunk of my freshly sprayed hair or get splashed by a cigarette boat speeding by.
It was time to move inside.
Luckily for the staff (and in particularly my producer and cameraman, Barry), it seems everyone else thought it was time for us to move inside, too.
OK, Kate, I thought. It’s time to actually listen to feedback. My Webmaster, Jason, had gently mentioned to me at a staff meeting about a month before that he thought I might be a little “stubborn.” After processing the notion that this might indeed be the case, we all decided that I should start wearing a sign around my neck for our weekly staff meetings. It read: “STOP ME IF I’M BEING STUBBORN.”
Hence, our new show “The Watercooler Diaries” was born! And this is what we’re offering up to quench your thirst for content:
Instead of posting every day, we’ll be posting new episodes three times a week — Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. And on those off days you can get your KBTV fix with new blog posts.
Don’t fret over our new three-times-a-week schedule either. We’ll actually be bringing you more of the content you viewers requested, with on-camera interviews, on-location reports, and, yes, we’ll be hearing from people just like you with man-on-the-street interviews.
And the best part is you don’t have to go anywhere. We’re still at KBTVonline.com! But we’ve made a few improvements. Now when you visit us on the Web you can leave comments and subscribe to our weekly videos. That’s all on KBTVonline.com
We’ll also be launching several new segments. Here’s a sneak peek at a few.
Health Report: This periodic segment will feature new scientific breakthroughs, wacky research on health and the human psyche and news to help you keep a healthy mind and body. In our first episode, next Tuesday, find out why people can’t help but curse. Scientists say we’re hardwired to do it.
Entrepreneur of the Month: This segment is back and even better. Airing the first Tuesday of every month, it will feature new inventions and ideas that are changing lives and the innovative people making headlines for them. Check out our upcoming piece about David Poolay from the Momentum Project airing Nov. 1.
Florida in Focus: This segment looks at things you’d see only in Florida — whether it’s wacky laws, a midnight sea turtle hatchling hunt or a guide to 36-hours in Miami. Coming soon is 36-hours in St. Petersburg, the site of the Republican National Debates.
Reality KBTV: It’s reality TV only a whole lot better. Follow me as I go parasailing, skydiving, crocodile wrestling, basically all those things you always wanted to do but never had the nerve. In Thursday’s episode I’ll be heading out of the office and into the boxing ring.
Catch all this and more on “The Watercooler Diaries” on KBTVonline.com. We look forward to reading your comments, and don’t forget to subscribe!
