Big baby

 - by midwestequine

I’m a Minnesotan, born and bred. I always believed that Minnesotans are tougher than folks in other parts of the country. We’re born with ice in our veins and a little tougher skin.

Well, I think some of those traits must have skipped a generation with me, because I’m a big baby when it comes to the cold, and others usually suffer for it.

First off, my poor horse Faith gets very little attention when the subzero temperatures hit. The thought of tacking up my horse in the blistering cold … brrr! I try to get in my weekly visits, but I will admit I don’t ride her as much as I should. Instead, she gets the easy workout from the ground. I know there are some girls that face the bitter cold and ride their horses like it’s the middle of spring. I envy them, and I should probably try to be a little more like them. Nonetheless, I try to avoid it.

I’m trying to get out there and visit with Faith as much as I can during these awful winter months, but sometimes it’s so hard to leave my nice and warm apartment.

A little-known fact about riding your horse in the winter is that if you do work your horse hard to the point where they sweat in the winter months, you have to wait until they’re pretty much completely dry before putting them out to pasture again. There are specific blankets you can put on a horse to try and speed that process up, but it’s still a lot of waiting around and drying off your horse. While it’s true that their bodies are more accustomed to the cold than we are — and actually, the perfect temperature for horses is around 30 to 40 degrees — they too do not like the freezing cold.

Horses are a lot like humans in that way — if we get wet and then stand outside in temperatures below zero, we will most likely end up sick. Same thing with horses. I do try to avoid making Faith sweat even when I do get her workouts in, because there is almost nothing worse than taking care of a sick horse. Especially Faith; she tends to get cranky.

I also am currently fighting a nasty case of a cold (or maybe it’s strep throat — I honestly have no idea, since I’m too busy to go to a doctor again) but I’m using this new found sickness to, again, try to avoid the cold as much as possible. Faith is going to have to wait a little bit longer than usual to see me this week, as Tuesdays are one of my usual days to see her. But I may have coughed up one my lungs by then, so I don’t think that would make for the greatest situation.

I just hope warm weather is on the horizon so I can not be sick anymore, enjoy this nice weather and, most importantly, get out there and ride my horse!


The media: A friend?

 - by midwestequine

I’m usually not one to write a “grind-my-gears” blog, but today I have to. In the spirit of education and learning new things, I thought I would take this entry and write about my job — again, something I rarely do.

It was last week. I was sitting through a presentation at an event I was covering, and the speaker kept saying how the media is awful — how we only like to write about the bad things and hide the positive things. Now, I’ve heard this ever since I began my career in journalism; it’s usually the first thing out of people’s mouths when they find out I’m a reporter. They automatically assume I’m sneaky and a “no-good doer.”

I don’t know why it was this moment that my frustrations came to a boiling point, but they did. So I’m here to educate everyone on the difference between your local newspapers or any other local media outlet and, let’s say, the corporate major network television news reporting. My goal is, and I’m really stressing this, is that the public — at least the readers of my blog — will FINALLY know the difference between the two and stop lumping us together.

To put it more boldly, I am not the same reporter you see on Fox News or CNN.

First, we’re not owned by a multi-million dollar company that has an agenda of certain news we should and should not publish. I understand that some media outlets have those agendas, but I can assure you that your local media outlet does not.

As far as the type of news we do cover, I think I can speak for all reporters here at the Daily Globe and say we love to report good news.

I know — total plot twist!

It’s true. Yes, there is some satisfaction in uncovering breaking news stories, but there is also something to be said for stories about students in our local high school being honored with awards or winning the big game. We love the heart-melting stories of regular citizens pulling together to help out a neighbor or community member that is going through some struggles.

Again, to put it simply, we love to write about the good things and recognize all of the great accomplishments of people in our community.

Now, for the bad stuff.

As the crime reporter, I’m usually the go-to girl when writing about touchy subjects, and I’ll tell you, it’s not always fun. It’s my job, and even though I’m writing about bad things, the public still deserves to know. This next point is sort of on you, as the reader: you read it. You read the bad stuff because you’re curious. That’s not the fault of the reader, it’s just human nature.

If you’ve ever heard the phrase “the customer is always right,” well, the same goes for journalism. Some of the most-read stories are ones about the bad things. We do have to care about readership numbers to some extent, so we continue to report the bad things, too.

If, in the distant future, humans suddenly have no care in the world to ever hear about bad news, then the media will probably stop publishing it. Until then, you’re going to keep reading and hearing about it, because the reader or viewer is interested and deep down wants to know what’s going on.

Once again, it’s no fault of the reader; I myself have fallen guilty to this. I’ll read my local newspaper to know who got arrested because maybe I’ll know the person. I’ll read about how one of the local businesses in my town is closing down because it’s interesting, and even though it’s bad news, I’ll probably still continue to be curious and read it.

Trust me, we reporters know that there’s a lot of bad news going on — especially the national news. Believe it or not, we get sick of it, too. So, as a local newspaper, we try to intersperse the bad news with some good news.

I hope I’ve helped, and I can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that I’ve stood up for my fellow local journalists. Your local media outlets are here to give you the heart-warming stories as well as inform you about the bad stuff. It’s our job to do both.

Cabo Wabo

 - by midwestequine

Well, I made it. I’ve returned to the great state of Minnesota from my five day vacation to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, and trust me, my boyfriend basically had to push me onto the plane to get me to leave Mexico.

We had such a fabulous time with this being our first vacation together, my boyfriend’s first time traveling abroad and it having been quite some time since I’ve traveled abroad as well, I was a little nervous about how this whole trip would pan out.

From start to finish though, we had such a great time, our resort was only a little ways out of the downtown Cabo hype, and we either took a $9 cab ride or a $1 city bus ride downtown if we needed, which was perfect. We did actually ride the city bus which was quite an experience as all of Cabo’s city buses are just hollowed out school buses with bench seating on each side, but it was a cheap way to get into town.

We spent all of our time soaking up the sun and fitting in as many activities in our day as possible. One of the first being a trip out to the famous El Arco in Cabo San Lucas. In just a short water taxi ride you take a trip to Lover’s Beach which faces the Sea of Cortez to see the amazing rock formation. Then we spent a couple hours on Lover’s Beach and across the way on Divorce Beach, which faces the Pacific Ocean. What a beautiful sight! Both beaches were awesome and both vastly different. The Lover’s Beach side was very calm and quiet and just across to the other side on Divorce Beach you can see the Pacific Ocean thrash away over rocks and sand, it’s truly amazing.

Later that day, we decided to take a trip to El Arco on our own and rented a jet ski. We jet skied up and down the Sea of Cortez and finally made it out to the Arco on our own and enjoyed the view. While were jet skiing a couple “friends” decided to join us as we saw dolphins and sea lions alongside us.

One night we decided to hit the Cabo bar scene, and let me tell you Cabo is a party town 24/7. Even if you’re just grabbing a quick lunch, you’re always going to get some sort of free shot of alcohol. So my boyfriend and I traveled down to the famous Cabo Wabo bar, which happens to the bar that Sammy Hagar of Van Halen owns. The food was great and we were a little early to see the band so we decided to head out to another bar called the Giggling Marlin where for only $11 you can be strung up – like a marlin – and have a shot poured down your throat, plus a photo opp, of course.

That bar was awesome, they were always playing some sort of game and got everyone in the bar involved we had so much fun. As we headed out, my boyfriend made a suggestion to go back to Cabo Wabo and maybe see the band play. Well, we got a lot more than we bargained for, because as we walked in and talked to the bouncer he told us that Sammy Hagar himself was taking the stage for a surprise performance.

That was probably the highlight of our trip, he only played for a half hour then went back up and left with his wife. Needless to say, we were both pretty starstruck and so lucky to have gone back to the bar the exact moment the red rocker was taking the stage. Plus, how many people can say they saw Sammy Hagar perform in Cabo at the restaurant he owns? Not many.

Our journey didn’t end there, on our last day we spent it on a booze-cruise yacht that took us out snorkeling in Chileno Bay where we saw many tropical fish, and since it is whale season in January in Cabo we saw many whales, dolphins and sea lions. Again, what an amazing experience and definitely something I was not expecting. It really was a party the whole five days and it never dropped below 70 degrees during the day.

It was very tough leaving, but we both had a fabulous time and can’t wait to plan our next vacation, definitely somewhere warm again!

Daily Globe Reporter Erin Trester may be reached at 376-7322.


 - by midwestequine

The holiday season has come and gone. I traveled to and from Lewiston to Mankato to Worthington and now the fun part begins — going through my Christmas loot.

Part of that loot happens to be a new television, which I’m eternally grateful for as I’ve had the same one since my freshman year of college. It was time for an upgrade. Thanks, Mom and Dad.

This television, though, has some of the latest technology to hit home screens: I now have a smart TV.

Sounds like something from a futuristic themed horror movie, right? No worries, a smart TV is basically a television that can connect to wifi and download apps, such as YouTube, so those cat videos you spend hours watching on your phone can now be watched on a huge screen in the comfort of your home.

It’s pretty great. Now that I’m finally getting the hang of how to run the thing, I’m really loving it.

Except, I’ve noticed one small problem starting to develop.

I’m basically addicted to the TV now — well, not the television, but an app on my TV.

One word. Netflix.

Ah, yes, Netflix. Prior to owning my smart TV I watched it on my laptop, but I had never binge-watched an entire show or sat in front of my computer watching movies all day. No, I was better than that, and laughed at all my peers who had succumbed to this Netflix addiction.

Once again, the joke is on me.

It wasn’t my fault, really, I’m totally innocent! It all started pretty simply. My boyfriend was helping me program my new TV because he’s more technology-capable than I am, to say the least. Once it was programmed, he started showing me what a smart TV can do, and what different applications are installed on it.

That’s when I saw it — the Netflix app. It had been permanently programmed into my TV, so I thought, hey, what the heck, let’s try it out.

That was about two weeks ago. I am now three weeks into owning my new TV, and I watched the first season of “Orange is the New Black” in a span of two and a half days.

All right, I’m admitting it, I may have a problem. Staying up until 1 a.m. to binge-watch a show may not be my finest moment, but I just can’t help it.

I look at it as a great Christmas present, and something my parents did not waste their money on since I use it so much. Great cover story, right?

I’m hoping I can wean off this new addiction, but let’s be honest, I still have to finish season two of “Orange is the New Black,” plus start other shows that I’ve been interested to watch.

Goodbye outside world — been nice knowing ya.

A merry Christmas to all!

 - by midwestequine

I know, I know, Christmas is not until next week, but due to where I fall on the blog rotation schedule, this is kind of my last shot at wishing everyone a merry Christmas — and to also reflect on my first full year in Worthington.

This year has been kind of crazy for me, from getting settled into a new job and my position changing from crime and education reporter to crime and government reporter, not to mention moving my 13-year-old horse, Faith, three different times this year.


It’s been a good full year in Worthington. I’m finally feeling comfortable being the government reporter, and I’m finding that I like reporting on city news more and more. I think I can safely say that I’ve tackled that challenge.

Faith is also getting settled in into her new home in Windom, which we both love very much. I’m happy to report again that she is feeling much better from her colic scare and has gained so much weight; now I’m only graining her once a day instead of twice a day. Oh, but don’t worry, Faith still gets to munch on hay all day and night, as well as the few apple treats I give her when she’s been good. She also has a new best friend named Cloud, who is a paint. For those that don’t know, paint horses are the spotted horses — usually white and brown/orangey spots. They are really best buds.

I’m really excited to spend this Christmas at both my parents’ house and with my boyfriend’s family. That will be a first for me, as I am always at my parents’ house for the full Christmas holiday, but I am excited to possibly start a new tradition.

Looking forward in the year ahead — in my opinion, I think I’m starting it off pretty well. In mid-January my boyfriend and I will be traveling San Jose Del Cabo, Mexico, for a five-day getaway for his birthday. I couldn’t be more thrilled about that and hope to get a nice tan.

Anyway, that’s all from me, and I’ll see you readers in the new year! Oh, before I forget, below, Faith is sporting her new Christmas attire. She appreciates everyone’s comments, questions and concerns about her, and I think her popularity is getting to her head a bit. Oh well, she deserves it. Merry Christmas everyone!


Faith’s big scare

 - by midwestequine

It always happens right before a big holiday. My car breaks down, I get sick or something in my apartment needs to be replaced. Whether I like it or not, for some reason the holidays usually bring a little bit of bad luck for me — maybe some of you share this superstition.

Well, the bad luck has now been transferred to my 13-year-old thoroughbred Faith. In the early morning hours two days before Thanksgiving, I got a phone call that Faith was starting to colic. When a horse colics, it either can be something that passes within a few hours or it can be an extremely scary situation for a horse. Some horses can even die when they colic.

The term “colic” can encompass all forms of gastrointestinal conditions which cause pain, as well as other causes of abdominal pain not involving the gastrointestinal tract. The most common form of a colic is a gas colic, which is the type Faith experienced. They are most often related to colonic disturbances such as a change of diet or overeating, just to name a few reasons.

There are a number of different types of colics, but basically a horse experiences severe abdominal pain. You can usually tell when a horse is colicing, because they are lying down on their side, and in Faith’s case, start to roll around like something is irritating them.

So, of course, when I got the call I was immediately in a panic. My lovely horse-borders stayed and walked her, as when a horse colics they are not to be left alone, and need to be under supervision until it passes.

Not to gross anyone out, but in order for you to tell when a horse is starting to feel better from a colic, they start to go to the bathroom, and begin to feel “unplugged,” and then they usually begin eating within a few hours.

In order to treat Faith, a vet had to come out and administer an IV full of Banamine and Buscopan, which — again, not to gross anyone out — helps them relieve the gas and helps them go to the bathroom.

Within about five hours, Faith was back to her old self, eating hay all day long, but man was that quite a scare.

As a little treat to her, this past weekend Faith received a massage (yes, I pay for my horse to get a massage), mainly to help her relax, and to also diagnose any sore spots and improve her overall health. As I expected, she has a few sore spots that need to be tended to, and she probably needs to be started on a joint supplement to help her joints loosen up.

Overall, I have a very happy horse once again, and hopefully no more scares before Christmas!


 - by midwestequine

All around town I’ve been hearing, “Thank God I don’t live in Buffalo” or “Did you hear about all the snow in Buffalo?”

As a former Buffalonian, and still a western New Yorker at heart, I really feel badly about all of the residents trapped in the their homes — and some even in their vehicles on the Thruway, which was shut down due to the weather.

I will say that yes all you Minnesotans, especially the ones complaining about the cold, be glad you’re not in Buffalo at the moment.

For those who don’t watch television, listen to the radio, read the paper or get out much, Buffalo, N.Y., has a record 60 inches of snow on the ground. Twelve people have died from these storms, and more snow is coming.

What is interesting about Buffalo is that Lake Erie creates lake effect snow. Basically the city, and most of western New York, is split. The towns south of Buffalo, or what the locals call the south towns, get the brunt of the snow, and it doesn’t matter how much snow they get, they always get it first. Meanwhile, the north towns and the northern part of the city either don’t get as much snow, or don’t get any at all. You could literally have one part of the city shut down and the other part not be. There is a video that actually shows an aerial view of the literal split between snow and no snow.

My heart really goes out to all of those in Buffalo affected by the weather. I have many friends who have been trapped in their homes for days, digging themselves out of the snow. However, no other city is better prepared for this than Buffalo. Buffalonians take pride in their survival of the snow, and so I know the city will come out on top and in distant years recall the snowstorm of 2014.

I also smile when I see residents having fun in the snow. In a situation like that, when snow is literally pouring into your house, sometimes all you can do is try to have a little fun with it.

During my time living in Buffalo, while there was never quite this much snow on the ground, it was very normal to get a few feet of snow each winter. To Buffalonians, that’s just the norm.

While many people have said to me, “Wow, I bet you’re glad you’re not in Buffalo at the moment,” part of that is true. However, Buffalo owns a piece of my heart, and part of me does wish I was there and I miss it. As crazy as it sounds, I’ll probably be back out there for another visit in a few months or so — just maybe when this whole snowmageddon passes through. I still have a lot of Buffalove for Buffalo.

Thank you

 - by midwestequine

Veterans Day is a time when Americans should honor those who have served our country. It’s often confused with Memorial Day, which is set aside to honor those who died serving their country. Veterans Day is for all those who have served in the armed forces and their families.

Every Veterans Day I always make sure I text or call my dad and tell him thank you, as he was a storekeeper second class in the Navy. He served on the U.S.S. Hunley in Scotland and also on a hydrofoil squadron in Key West, Fla.

Yep, that’s right, we’re a Navy family. My dad served, I have three great uncles who were sailors and I will soon be a Navy sister, as my brother plans to take the final step in the enlistment process next week.

My uncle — my dad’s brother — took a different branch and served in the Air Force, working on B1B Lancer Bombers. Needless to say, my family has always been proud of the military. My dad always says the Navy was the best time in his life, and soon my brother will be the next generation to serve.

It was no surprise when Will, my brother, hit his senior year in high school and broke the news to us that he decided he wanted to enlist instead of going to college first. My brother has been interested in the military, and specifically the Navy, for as long as I can remember.

Anyone who knows Will knows that if you want to know anything — and yes, I mean anything — about WWI, WWII and the Vietnam War, you can ask him.

He’s not your typical 17-year-old. I was always proud of Will because instead of his heroes being celebrities or athletes, my brother looked up to actual heroes — war heroes.

Instead of wanting an autograph from a famous football player, my brother was absolutely thrilled the year he received an autograph from Bill Guarnere — one of the men that the television miniseries “Band of Brothers” was based on. My brother collects, medals, guns, uniforms, patches — anything you can think of dealing with war memorabilia. So it’s no surprise that he, too, would want a uniform with his own name on it.

My dad and brother share this passion so much so that we always tell my dad he could have been a great history teacher (and whenever any one of my high school teachers wanted time-period actual war memorabilia to show to the class, they always asked if my dad could come in and give a presentation).

Veterans Day is something that we take very seriously in the Trester household. Honoring those who have served is special to us, and I always think of the time that our family took a little vacation to Oahu, Hawaii. While the sandy beaches and warm temperatures were a perk, we weren’t there for the sun and sand. We were there to visit the historic Pearl Harbor site.

I’ve never really seen both my dad and brother so stoic. They took this moment extremely seriously. As tourists walked up and down part of the ship that you could still stand on, my dad and brother kept looking at something over the side of the boat.

When my dad called me over, he pointed to a small hole on the side of the boat, and it was leaking oil. Yes, still leaking oil.

I’ll never forget when he turned to me and said, “Look, she’s still bleeding.”

That was an emotional day for us. I know the men that died that day were around my age — the age that my dad served in the Navy, and the age that now Will will serve. Those boys are still in their tomb to this day.

So I ask all of you today to take a moment and remember all who have served, continue to serve and will serve this great country of ours.

As for my brother Will, as they say in the Navy, fair winds and following seas. Have an adventure of a lifetime. I know you’ll do great, and we’re all so proud of you.

The do’s and don’ts of Halloween

 - by midwestequine

With tomorrow being Halloween, I thought it would be fitting to give everyone a little reminder of the Halloween do’s and don’ts, especially in the costume department.

Granted, these tips are for anyone under the age of 30, but please read along, I promise it’s entertaining.

Tip number one: This goes to all you high schoolers out there. If you go to the door to trick-or-treat and the person doesn’t immediately say “Aww” or “Aren’t you so cute,” you’re too old to go trick-or-treating. I get it, we all want candy, who doesn’t? But there comes a point in each of our lives when we have to look at ourselves in the mirror and admit we are too old to participate in the ever so fun event of trick-or-treating. Besides, you have money, go buy your own. Also, technically, you would be taking away candy from kids. Do you want to be that person who takes candy away from children? Didn’t think so.

Tip number two: This one’s for the ladies. Alright, so you want to look cute on Halloween. Again, I get it, I too share the feeling, and honestly I’m all for a little risque costume here and there. It’s Halloween, so why not live it up? However, some Halloween costumes should not be “sexy.” For example basically any type of animal. The fact that there are costumes that say “sexy bumble bee” or “sexy lady bug” disturbs me. I don’t know about you, but never in my life have I seen a sexy bee or bug. Seriously, girls, think of something else, because an animal really isn’t all that cute, it’s just weird.

Tip number three: Speaking of animals, and this one is just for my personal enjoyment, but anyone who has any type of pet — dress them up. It’s adorable, and while your pet may hate you for a few hours, the pictures are completely worth it. Just make sure to give them a treat afterward.

Tip number four: Have fun! Whether you’re at home passing out candy or going out to a Halloween party, the point is to just enjoy yourself and go all out. If you have a crazy creative costume idea, run with it! Do-it-yourself costume ideas are always the best and get the most attention, so even if you’re passing out candy at home, why not dress up? Just because you’re too old to trick-or-treat doesn’t mean you’re too old to have fun on Halloween.

As for me, per-usual I will be in Mankato where I will be dressed up as a Girl Scout — yes, I will have actual Girl Scout cookies to pass out — and my boyfriend will be a Boy Scout. Oh yeah — if you’re married, dating, engaged, whatever it may be, do a matching couple costume. Once again, it’s adorable.

Everyone, have a safe and fun Halloween, and don’t eat too much candy!

Have a little Faith

 - by midwestequine

When people figure out that I am a writer for the Daily Globe, I would say the majority of the time they ask me if I either am, or if I know, the girl with the horse.

Whether I like it or not, Faith, my 13-year-old thoroughbred, is a little bit of a local celebrity… Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I like it.

This topic was recently brought up in the Daily Globe newsroom, among the many important topics discussed within these walls (and by important topics I mean how poorly the Vikings are doing, how Nicki Minaj probably shouldn’t be on the radio anymore and how the new Jimmy Fallon song “Ew” is exactly that … ew, so you know, we clearly discuss the important things).

Anyway, the fact that Faith is a tiny bit of a local celebrity came up after, once again, someone who was in the Daily Globe office wanted to know which one of us was the “horse girl,” and where in Windom do I keep her? After we had a quick chat about Faith (which is always difficult for me, because I could talk about her for hours), the visitor went on her way.

Afterward, my co-worker Robin Baumgarn said that Faith should just have her own Facebook page so that I could update it with what she’s up to and how she’s doing, as a friend of hers has her own Facebook page for her dog.

I pretty much laughed that idea off, as I think it’s a little ridiculous for an animal to have its own Facebook page. But in the spirit of keeping everyone updated on how she’s doing in her new home, I’m happy to report that she absolutely loves it.

Faith has gained back pretty much all of the weight she lost. She is currently starting to get her winter coat, so she is extra furry and warm.

She likes her new pasture buddies and has grown especially fond of one horse named Cloud, who is a paint. They’re sort of best friends forever now.

Lately, I haven’t been hitting the trails as much as the days are shorter, but Faith and I are still working in the arena a few times a week, even though I know she’d rather be out in the pasture either eating grass or hay.

I also thought I’d add in a little photo of what she looks like now, and as you can see she’s a happy horse, eating away.

Faith at her new home.