I have always thought of Oprah and Dr. Phil as my TV parents. Well, maybe not parents exactly, since Oprah only accepts unconditional love and she's always got to be right and Dr. Phil is the master of intimidation and he's always got to be right, too. Plus both of them are self absorbed to the point of distraction -- mine.
But it was with great sadness that I read
about their growing tiff. Awww. Not Oprah and the good doc. Finally
there are cracks and their fine-tuned personas. Sounds like Dr. Phil
is biting the hand that feeds him and starting to behave, shall we say,
inappropriately? Making disparaging remarks about how much money Oprah
takes out of his show -- now that he's so BIG. And calling her fiftieth
birthday party self-indulgent. Ooo, the pot calling the kettle, uh,
I guess Oprah hasn't been coming up to the house for any of
Robin and Dr. Phil's get togethers lately either. I smell SMACKDOWN!!!
They could take a lesson from The Donald and Martha. That one got
smoothed over faster than you can say home monitoring bracelet.
Here's the Six. You can link over there in Other Journals to Patrick's
Place if you want to play, because I'm too damn lazy to make a link
here. Or just steal my Six, the way I stole La Vida Mommy's [yeah she's
in Other Journals, also.] I almost posted her answers too. That
would have been interesting.
1. If you could trade places with one person in your family for a
week, who would you choose? And would you want to trade as they are
now, or sometime in the past (or future)?
I'd swap with either one of my daughters right now. For reasons too
numerous to mention. But you could start with YOUNG. Add beautiful.
Throw in smart. Funny. Hey, they're MY daughters..
2. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #80 from De: What were you doing 1 year
ago this month, and are you more or less satisfied with your life today?
I was doing what I always do in March, agonizing over my taxes in
an avoidance kinda way. I guess I'm more or less satisfied with my life
today. Sometimes more. Sometimes less.
3. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #81 from Lisa: Do you prefer watching television over surfing the internet?
What's to prefer? I do both at the same time. There's a TV
next to my computer. Sometimes I'm on the phone too. I have
learned how to read the closed captioning while Italk. Try it
4. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #82 from Antonette: Outside of the U.S., where would you live and why?
I'd move to London. Because if I did, it would mean I was rich that's why.
5. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #83 from Elton: When you leave your
home, do you ever feel paranoid that you've left something behind?
I never feel paranoid -- actually, shouldn't it be anxious -- because I know I will always leave something
behind. It's just a matter of what. I once left my driveway, drove to
the end of the street, remembered something I forgot, drove around the
block back into my driveway, retrieved the forgotten item, left my
driveway, drove to the end of the street, remembered something else I
forgot, and so on until I had circled around three times. If I get
farther than the end of the street, I just stop and buy whatever it is
I don't have. Or I go to the meeting and say, "I forgot the entire
presentation. Is that a problem?"
6. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #84 from Laura: What song or songs would you want played at your own funeral and why?
A friend of mine and I drove to his summer home a few years ago to
open it up for the year. After years of being a superjock he was on a
heart transplant list thanks to a misdiagnosis. Sitting on the porch in
the evening listening to the sounds of the woods around us, he began to
talk about dying, since that was one of his options. So I said
let's plan your funeral. It seemed like a good idea at the time. To get
him started, I told him I always wanted to have the Edwin Hawkins
singers come and perform their arrangement of Oh Happy Day, which is
one of my favorite gospel songs. I wanted the whole service to be
rousing with everybody up and clapping. No sorrowful hymns for me,
please. Okay, trying to get white people to clap and sing gospel in the
suburban Episcopal church I grew up in might be a little difficult, but
it would be worth a try. The best thing is that, ultimately, my friend
didn't have to plan for a funeral after all, since he lived long enough
to get a new heart. But I remind him from time to time not to forget
what I want played at my funeral.