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Tracy Weekdays 6 - 10pm

Hi, I'm Tracy,
Like most of the Vine DJs, I've been all over, living in South Dakota, Nebraska, Texas and more in my life.  I settled in Napa about ten years ago and have managed to plant a few little roots in my time here.  I've been working at The Vine for ten years as well and have covered almost every shift, but I like the nights best!  The best way to describe working at the Vine is that its like a family.  And in my case, that's not just a metaphor.  I met my husband here and we work together every day.  We also bring our baby, Violet (she's the one in the picture), and sometimes our dog, Cooper, to work with us every day.  If you come to my office, you will have to step over board books and dog beds!  When we're not at work, we like to go for long walks, watch movies and play in the garden.  I've also got a bit of an obsession with entertainment gossip, which tends to pop up a lot in my show!  But mostly, I just like playing Sauvignon Rock!

Email me at tracy@kvyn.com.

Posts from November 2013
by Tracy Webster posted Nov 8 2013 5:36PM

If I sound a little funny on the air this week, its because my child is trying to maim me.  No, she hasn't suddenly morphed into the evil spawn of Satan (though her tantrums can sound a little devilish), she's just being a toddler.  A toddler with a THIRST FOR BLOOD!!!!!
Ok, so I'm exaggerating.  But she really has caused me some bodily harm this week.  See, the child is starting to experiment with cause and effect.  This has been going on for a while.  What happens when I tear this page in the book?  What happens when I squish my peas between my fingers then feed them to the dog?  What happens when I throw my plate off my high chair.  This is all totally normal stuff (at least according to all the child rearing books and blogs), but this week she decided to try her little experiment on me.  
The other morning, she struck.  it was a pretty normal morning.  We walked the dog as a family.  She and I kissed Daddy goodbye and I made us some breakfast.  She proceeded to dump most of her breakfast down her pajamas while I downed my oatmeal at lightning speed before she started throwing bananas.  I cleaned up the dishes while she ran around terrorizing the dog.  Just a normal Thursday morning.  
Then I decided to attempt my knee stretches while she was awake.  In a misguided attempt to start jogging, I discovered that I have no knee strength and therefore am trying to build stronger knees so that when the Zombie apocalypse comes, I can out run most without being hobbled.  Normally, I do the stretches during my normal workout, which (as has been well documented on this blog) happens while the child is asleep.  But this morning, she woke up before I could get to them (stupid time change).  So, while she was busy 'reading' her books, I started the stretches.
 Things were going fine until I 'borrowed' her ball to do thigh squeeze things that have a technical name I don't remember.  Well, she was not in the mood to share the ball, so I distracted her with another ball, playing the toddler version of fetch until I was done with my reps.  Since I only had one more exercise to do, I though we were probably in the clear and was mentally planning how many tantrums would go into getting her dressed and ready for a trip to the park.  Then it happened.  
I was laying on the ground, stretching one leg up with a towel, when the child came toddling adorably over to me with her heaviest sippy cup in her hand.  And it was full.  As I was asking her if she needed more water, she threw the cup at my face.  Or maybe she dropped it on my face.  Either way, it landed on my lip, leading to bleeding, swelling and overall pain and unhappiness.  After a few moments of shock, I managed to stay pretty calm, only swore a few (thousand) times, and hopped up to put some ice on my now swollen, bleeding lip.  I didn't yell or blame her, but we didn't make it to the park that morning.  
Since then, the child has kept her sippy cups away from my face, thankfully, but has managed to kick me in the face during a bout of tickling and head butt me while putting on her shoes.  Is she doing all of this on purpose?  My logical side says no, but there's a little part of me that's wondering if a changeling has somehow possessed my child and is out to get me.  I blame the time change because really, it just sucks so why not.  And now, I shall take my maimed face back home and see what new damage she will inflict.  Is there a support group for parents abused by toddlers?
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by Tracy Webster posted Nov 1 2013 4:53PM
Well, Halloween is over.  Take down the scary skulls and witches and put up the boring turkeys.  Add those jack-o-lanterns to your yard waste bin (those are compostable, right?) and start planning your Thanksgiving meal, because the holiday season is officially upon us.  I love Halloween, but the day after tends to bring a feeling of deep foreboding.  Once the trick or treaters have headed home to their sugar induced comas, I am faced with a dark reality.  Christmas is less than two months away and somehow, the holidays just won't feel right.
Don't get me wrong.  I love the holidays.  I love the food, the music, the decorations, oh the decorations!  So much glitter!  So many lights!  Its the one time a year that you can pretty much plaster your house in tinsel and lights and cheesy blowup dolls and no one looks down on you for it.  They actually enjoy your spirit!  
Now that the child is older, I look forward to sharing all of those holiday traditions that tend to lose their spark when it just two grownups doing them, like making cookies for Santa or decorating the tree, or drinking hot chocolate by the fire (on non spare the air days, of course).  But a lot of these traditions lost a little of their spark for me when I moved to warmer climates.  364 days of the year, I am thrilled to live in California.  I love the weather here.  And I truly hate snow.  But having grown up with it, snow is pretty ingrained in my memories of Christmas.  And Thanksgiving.  And Halloween actually (don't get me started on the year they canceled Halloween because of an ice storm.  It was traumatizing!).  Many of the reasons I hate snow are the same ones that make me nostalgic for it, which makes no sense at all.  Yet, when the holidays roll around, I find myself wishing for some white stuff to fall gently for a white Christmas.  Then I remember the cold, the wet and the ice, the lost electricity, the chapped lips and salt encrusted pant legs, the canceled trick or treating (it was the last year I was allowed to go.  I'm not over it!) and I'm suddenly happy again to find myself in 70 degree weather on the shortest day of the year.  
For the past ten years, I've been working hard to reconcile my childhood memories of winter with my current winter experiences.  And it seems strange to me that my husband has only seen snow a few times in his life and that we will have to drive a couple hours for my child to build her first snowman.  Have you ever taken a road trip with a toddler?  That's a lot of planning for a snowman!  But I'll do it, because I think its important that she have that snowman.  And maybe, after not seeing the snow for over ten years, its time to remind myself how much I hate it.  I'm starting to think a little too fondly of the stuff.  Anyone else have a deep seated hatred for the snow?  
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