Just finished watching the second parter of Oprah's "Most Memorable Guests." James Frey was the guest. His book 'A Million Little Pieces' was/is one of my favorite books. I bought the book after it came out that he lied about half of it. I didn't care. I have never read a book that fast. I've even started to read it again. Out loud. To Jeremie. Romantic, right? Instead of reading poetry to my love, I read this guy's memoir of his drug addiction. In between James Frey's dreams of doing lines of cocaine and snorting glue, there is poetry in the middle of it all. Somehow.
Anyways....I thought it was awesome that Oprah apologized for the way she treated him on the show. He lied. He admitted it. But queen Oprah was going to make him feel more humiliated than he already did. I can't wait to see what her words do for that man's career.
So, May 25th is Oprah's last show. That got me thinking...who are we going to turn to? Who will tell us what to read, what to like, what to eat? And what to BUY!? Where will pregnant women go in hopes to go into labor without Oprah's Favorite Things show?? How will I know when it's that time of the month, because of the tears streaming down my face while watching a "I use to be fat makeover show" ? How will we live?
To be honest, I tivo Oprah everyday. And we will all miss her. But it was time for her to back out. It was like she saw me cringing every time she screamed out her guest's names...you know how she does. I got really annoyed with her eating habits. And how she hums while chewing. How many ways can you redo fried chicken? "Fried chicken!!! Fried chicken for everyone....You get fried chicken...and you and you!"...
Oh yeah, and the camping documentary because "I'm black and I've never been camping." And Gayle. Don't get me started on Gayle.
So goodbye Op. Thank God (I mean you - so easy to get you two confused) you started that other channel. I'll be watching.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
You've been way-laid!
So...yeah. I'm newly married and 30 and have yet to start a career. Eh. I cringed when I typed that.
What the hell happened to my life? Oh....I remember. I went to college. It's somewhat hazy. And yes, by hazy I mean the drinking. The partying. The fact that there was always a place to drink every night of the week. BUT after all that, may I add I made the Dean's List EVERY semester. And the drinking got old after a while and I finally focused on my degree. During college, I can recall telling my parents how sick I felt. I was drinking a bottle of Kaopectate every two days. Every two days I would slurp down that chalky liquid so I could function at my radio internship - 7am everyday. No fault to my parents, but they told me I was drinking too much.
I never felt so sick and so alone. I would do the internship, interview cops, go to class until 2 or 3pm and literally pass out on the couch. I usually slept until 6pm only waking up to run to the bathroom. Then I was forced to write articles...finish homework...and study for exams. I kept thinking "college is hard!" When I got back home to my parents house I continued to complain of the same symptoms. I remember being curled up in the fetal position...in SO much pain. My mom finally suggested I go to the doctor. Ding! Diagnosis Crohn's Disease.
So, I say all of that as a record to myself that I haven't been this lazy person. I need reminding of that. After my diagnosis, I was sick. I mean so sick I nicknamed my stay of being stuck in the house for 7 months as "toilet arrest." TMI, but I was going to the bathroom 40 times a day. And the medicine! I was taking 30 pills a day. I could barely choke down 10 cheerios a day without running to the bathroom, because the action of chewing activated my digestive system.
Now....I'm better. I still have unexpected bad days and no wonder I don't have a "real" big girl job. I never thought I would be 30 and no job. No career.
Today I went to staffing agencies. It's humiliating and I'll tell you why. I don't think I'm better than anyone else because I have a college degree. But, this is how the conversation went:
Secretary: Do you have reliable transportation?
Me: Yes
Secretary: Can you pass a drug test.
Me: Um....yes.
Secretary: Do you have a high school diploma?
Me: Yeah...actually I have a college degre....er...yes I have a high school diploma. So can I leave you my resume?
Secretary: Oh!!! You have a resume?? I'm putting you down for an interview at 9am on Monday.
Really?
What the hell happened to my life? Oh....I remember. I went to college. It's somewhat hazy. And yes, by hazy I mean the drinking. The partying. The fact that there was always a place to drink every night of the week. BUT after all that, may I add I made the Dean's List EVERY semester. And the drinking got old after a while and I finally focused on my degree. During college, I can recall telling my parents how sick I felt. I was drinking a bottle of Kaopectate every two days. Every two days I would slurp down that chalky liquid so I could function at my radio internship - 7am everyday. No fault to my parents, but they told me I was drinking too much.
I never felt so sick and so alone. I would do the internship, interview cops, go to class until 2 or 3pm and literally pass out on the couch. I usually slept until 6pm only waking up to run to the bathroom. Then I was forced to write articles...finish homework...and study for exams. I kept thinking "college is hard!" When I got back home to my parents house I continued to complain of the same symptoms. I remember being curled up in the fetal position...in SO much pain. My mom finally suggested I go to the doctor. Ding! Diagnosis Crohn's Disease.
So, I say all of that as a record to myself that I haven't been this lazy person. I need reminding of that. After my diagnosis, I was sick. I mean so sick I nicknamed my stay of being stuck in the house for 7 months as "toilet arrest." TMI, but I was going to the bathroom 40 times a day. And the medicine! I was taking 30 pills a day. I could barely choke down 10 cheerios a day without running to the bathroom, because the action of chewing activated my digestive system.
Now....I'm better. I still have unexpected bad days and no wonder I don't have a "real" big girl job. I never thought I would be 30 and no job. No career.
Today I went to staffing agencies. It's humiliating and I'll tell you why. I don't think I'm better than anyone else because I have a college degree. But, this is how the conversation went:
Secretary: Do you have reliable transportation?
Me: Yes
Secretary: Can you pass a drug test.
Me: Um....yes.
Secretary: Do you have a high school diploma?
Me: Yeah...actually I have a college degre....er...yes I have a high school diploma. So can I leave you my resume?
Secretary: Oh!!! You have a resume?? I'm putting you down for an interview at 9am on Monday.
Really?
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