What went on without me

I pride myself on being up on news and knowing pop culture, but this week that’s gone to seed. Instead this was a week I reorganized my files. Ah, what a feeling! Long overdue.

Having dinner with my mom and sisters last night. They knew every detail of the inauguration.

Chuck Schumer so happy, John Boehner so not.

“Did you hear Richard Blanco’s poem?” ( watch it here, quite good)

Me “no”  I missed everything. No school that day and I chose to sleep in.

“It was incredible.  So beautiful”

“I loved Medger Evers widow.  Wow, what a speaker.”

I had managed to catch Michele Obama’s ball gown when I was at the gym and liked it.

They went on.  ”Do you think Beyonce lip synced?  I don’t think it matters.”
Hmm, I knew she was there, but that’s about it.

“I saw Bill Clinton looked healthy”  I contributed.

Then they started talking about Hillary Clinton testifying about Benghazi.  I did finally listen to a bit of it this morning, but they had watched the whole thing.

“She is exhausted and she is pissed.  I like her attitude.”  I had missed some good drama there.

“Hey, ” I said, ” what about Lance Armstrong on Oprah?  I saw some of that.”

The sisters snarled.  ”He can go crawl in a hole.”

I will have to read a weekly digest of some sorts at some point. Just Vivien’s homework feels like a part time job. But, they should see how good my files look! Well, I’ll save that bit of news for our next dinner out!

 

 

How to be a mom blogger : with Heather Spohr

I love me some Heather Spohr of Spohr’s are multiplying fame.  Aside from being a dear person who I have sought counsel from before, she is an established mom blogger.  She has been at this a long time and I wanted to ask her about something I had been struggling with in this being-creative-working-at-home thing. One of the most unexpected bonuses of entering this blog/vlog world has been the friendships I have made with other woman.  Often first knowing them online before knowing them in the flesh.

We met mid day between our two homes on a lovely sunny day.  Our studio for this shoot was my Lexis hybrid.  I had forgotten the clamp so I couldn’t use my camera light–ugh.. so my crows feet will be readily featured. It would have been very dark had Heather not said, “open up the sun roof”.  Smart!  Not Oprah lighting, but this is guerilla vlogging.

Where else can two mom’s talk without being interrupted but a car anyway?  Well, unless I got side by side toilets and lock on the door!

How to Meet Dr. Oz (sponsored)

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1) Enter a contest on coolmom.com sponsored by Clorox Toilet Wand to go to O You!, O Magazine’s annual premiere event where the Oprah stars gather to share their wisdom about life improvement. (Clorox Toilet Wand was one of the sponsors of the event, too.)

2) Win the contest.

3) Have the sweetest, most open personality so that when you buy the said stars’ books or run into them they want to talk to you.

That’s the story of Lori in a nutshell, the sweet gal who won the O You contest. A much belated post here to share with you including Lori’s post about her time at O You! and a video I shot while I was there.  While the kind people at Clorox edited it for me, I didn’t do the best camera work here, but hey I was in the room with Suze Orman, and Oprah!

It was a fun event.  I would say they need to have less lines for some of the booths and more food and bathrooms, but the talks were worth the ride…and meeting Lori!

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Lori’s post:

My name is Lori and I am a single mom and full-time student. With two teenagers and two kids age ten and under, being a Health Professions major trying to learn chemistry and human genetics can be very difficult to say the least.  I have been without a job for over a year now and adding the financial struggle on top of all the responsibilities I have, can sometimes seem overwhelming.  About three weeks prior to the conference I went through a very difficult situation, I thought I was going to loose my place to live.  It was a very hard time and I was terrified.  A lot of prayers, hundreds of phone calls and some amazing people,  I was able to stay in my home and it all worked out. Although relieved and extremely grateful, I felt exhausted from the fight.  Not even a full week from surviving that struggle I got an email from Daphne telling me I had won the trip to O You!  First I was in disbelief but as it all came together, I was so exhilarated to know I was going to be able to be a part of the event I had heard about and wanted so desperately to attend but knew there was no way I could afford it.  A dream come true, a gift from above and the most welcome break I think I could have ever asked for.

O You! in Atlanta, Georgia was the most energizing, uplifting and empowering event I have ever experienced.  From the arrival, going through the line to get into the convention center, until the last moments in exiting the conference, the excitement was constant.  The women I had the opportunity to encounter throughout the day from different states and parts of the world, were one of the biggest highlights for me.  To connect with women that are searching for enlightenment, women who have found truth, women in triumph, women in struggle ….. to realize you are not alone in the journey was such a revelation come real.  Seeing it up close and personal was a dream come true.


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Gayle King spoke giving me goose bumps in the opening ceremony,
Martha Beck and Suze Orman bringing mental and financial forecast as Lisa Ling rounded out the morning with her keynote speech that gave my goose bumps chills. After such a powerful start to the day, it was off to check out some of the sponsor tables before the first class.  Samples of Truvia, small gifts from Crest, healthy snacks from Actifry and boy o boy the free pair of Spanx!!!!!  That was a happy moment :)  Almost as happy as the moment of meeting the Clorox girls and getting a ToiletWand to take home!!!  Just when I thought I was in heaven with my free pair of Spanx,  I was standing next to Dr. Oz taking a photo with him!!!!  One of my best life experiences, he is one of my all time favorites.  From Dr. Oz to Bob Greene who was also kind enough to take a photo with me!!


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It was a day filled with meeting and being able to appreciate my favorite O Magazine contributors up close and personal.  Peter Walsh, Lisa Ling, Nate Berkus, Donna Brazile and Gayle King all in the span of a few hours.  Love, love, love Gayle!!!!  I did not know Eva LaRue was going to be there, with her beautiful Crest smile, she was so kind and took lots of photos with fans while signing many autographs.

Floating on a cloud of  ’WOW’, the first session of “Finding Your Passion” was just what I needed.  The session was lead by Suze Orman, Martha Beck and Donna Brazile.  It was an hour and a half of soul nourishing information and essential inspiration in moving forward in life with whatever and wherever you are in your life.  Suze Orman brought out Sara Blakely, the founder of Spanx to hit home the idea of believing and persistence and being ready.  A trio that was just what the doctor ordered.  Just when I thought the day could not get any better it was on to the second session of ‘Feeling Good, Looking Better’.  A session that offered steps and advice from industry leaders Dr. Mehmet Oz and Bob Greene. Living longer, looking younger, with life changing tips easily incorporated into any lifestyle accompanied by real makeovers and beauty trends of now and later.

It was a day so packed with great learning moments and it all came to a peak when all the experts came together on one stage and expressed what they know for sure.  It was such a beautiful bow on such a gift of that day.  The ultimate prize in that gift were the closing remarks, spoken so eloquently and power-filled by the O of O magazine, Oprah.  The words and the message in those words were so overwhelmingly joyous bringing the end of the conference to a spectacular close. Oprah is one of the best speakers I have ever had the pleasure to hear speak.  She delivered such a life-changing message that I will never forget.  Oprah even answered questions from some lucky O You! attendees!!!

Ride the wave of life, I owe it to my creator and the universe to accept life’s opportunities and do the best I can with them.  I pledge to follow my heart and live the passion that I have growing in my soul.  I will remember to do my part in the world because it only takes one to make a difference and inspire change and that is why we are all here to learn and teach and give to one another the love and the knowledge we all are capable of sharing.

I want to thank the wonderful people at Clorox for the incredible trip and the outstanding stay at the W Hotel Midtown.  It was an absolutely fabulous weekend.  A huge thank-you to you, Daphne for your wonderful website and banging blog and your awesome personality!!!  I appreciate the experience you gave me from the bottom of my heart.

P.S.  Meeting Dr. Oz was an amazing highlight because he was part of a great inspiration for me.  I weighed 220 lbs and had gotten so tired of myself.  I had become such a great minded spiritually grounded person but was miserable being so out of shape.  I began to try to loose weight and had gotten down to 180 but it was so hard and I was so overwhelmed by the process.  I love sweets and fried anything :)  It is so easy to eat… put it in your mouth and chew and it feels so good going down.  I saw a show Dr. Oz did with a cadaver showcasing the areas in the human body that are affected by fat… I knew about the belly fat and all the troubles it can cause and the various other areas that being overweight adversely affect.  Dr. Oz had a human brain and explained how fat deposits in the brain cells…. it was something that blew my mind and scared me to the point where I was able to get down to 135lbs and become the smallest I have ever been in my adult life, even part of my teens.  Thanks to Daphne and Clorox I was able to thank Dr. Oz personally and he even invited me to send in my story and come on the show… stay tuned to see if it becomes a reality :)

O You! Recap (sponsored)

My trip to Atlanta to O You! put some spring in my step, which was it’s objective. I would never even have known about this O Magazine event had the Toilet Wand gang at Clorox not asked me to go to it and give a trip away for it.

Here is what it was: A convention of Oprah fans who wanted to be inspired to improve their lives or get over a hurdle.

Pros: it was well produced, heard some good talkers: Suze Orman, Martha Beck, Donna Brazile — who knew she was so fired up? She always seems a little bored on the political shows. Dr. Oz told us all we needed sleep. I could have told him that and my face isn’t on the back of a bus. Meeting the winner of the Cool Mom contest and hearing Oprah speak live, she almost made me cry.
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Cons: It was crowded. The lines for the bathroom in the morning were insanely long (fortunately I knew to beat up to the Ode to Commode where there was no line. Apparently, so did Nate Berkus because I saw him going into the men’s room there as well. By the time my seminars were done (one could pick 2 out of 3) there was no food left. The irony was not lost on me as I stood under the lunch pavillion at the empty baskets where salads and sandwiches use to be, glassy eyed attendees shoving potato chips in their mouth, as that was all that remained, save the bad cookies, while Bob Greene talked on a nearby stage to a woman who had lost over 90lbs.

“Yes, eating right is the most important part of weight loss.”  Um, Bob, yo, Bob, can we get an egg white wrap over here?

I have some choppy footage I’m going to get edited, but the uploading part is … problematic.  Also, Lori, the CM winner, is going to do a guest post.  She was the sweetest, most unjaded gal. So glad she won the trip.

I loved being in Atlanta. Great to see my long lost cousin Sue Ellen and eat Southern chow. The other night I had a great meal with my dear friends from Nashville who came down to see me. Their bourbon drinking put me under the table, but well worth it.

The overall message from Oprah in a nutshell: the past can’t hold you unless you let it. Your life needs to be about service. Your life matters. Everyone’s story matters.

O- Bound (sponsored)

I’m about to fly to Atlanta.  Tomorrow is the O you! event.  As my visitors will recall we had a contest for Ode to the commode, the campaign to draw attention to the Clorox Toilet wand ( a disposable toilet brush, because why do reuse it? yuck)  Clorox is one of O You!’s sponsors and they asked me to do a contest giveaway for ticket to the Premier Oprah Mag event and go cover it myself.  I will be tweeting from @coolmomdotcom handle this weekend about it.

Anyway, the winner of the contest is Lori Foreman of Grand Rapids, Michigan.  She seems to be quite a contest player judging from her twitter feed, but she swears she is now a Cool Mom fan… that’s right!  I look forward to meeting her tomorrow.

I’m also looking forward to seeing my cousin Sue Ellen Brogden, ( yes we spell differently, long story) who I have not seen since we were pre teens, well, maybe just teens. My daddy is from Georgia, so I might get a little choked up returning to his homeland.. first time since he died.

Also, dear friends are driving up down Saturday night from Nashville.  So my sked is bascially, land, eat dinner, sleep, Oprah event, eat dinner, sleep, fly home.

I have no idea if will touch the hem of Oprah’s garment or be in the back row while Dr. Oz lectures us to eat more healthy food.  Will let you know!

Win a Trip to “O You!” (sponsored)

Ever watched Oprah and just wanted to walk into her show sit on Suze Orman’s lap as she redoes your finances and have Dr. Oz look into your ears?  Well, that’s not going to happen, but the next best thing.
you could win a trip to go to  O You! O, The Oprah Magazine’s Signature Event.
Look for the key under your seat!  I’m very excited to tell you that I have been chosen as the only blogger by Clorox to give away a trip to Atlanta to attend this SOLD OUT event.

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All day Oprah’s faves..and OPRAH herself will be giving lectures on how to live your life to the fullest.  The tickets, if they were still for sale are $125. Clorox toilet wand is one of the sponsors of the event and is paying for one lucky Cool Mom viewer/reader to fly to Atlanta, putting them up in a hotel for the event October 15th.  I am going as well and will be doing some of my Cool Moming (yeah, it’s a verb) on the ground (Nate, oh Nate, it’s me, Daphne, we did a segment on Fashion Team once, oh Nate!) Here is a partial list of speakers:

Oprah Winfrey, founder and editorial director of O, The Oprah Magazine and CEO and chief creative officer of OWN
The top 20 things Oprah knows for sure

Gayle KingGayle King, Editor-at-Large, O, The Oprah Magazine and host of The Gayle King Show on OWN and Sirius/XM Radio

10 things Gayle knows to be true

Lisa LingLisa Ling, host of Our America with Lisa Ling on OWN

Go behind the scenes with Lisa

Suze OrmanSuze Orman, financial expert, O columnist, host of The Suze Orman Show and co-host of Ask Oprah’s All Stars on OWN

The six words Suze lives by

Nate BerkusNate Berkus, design expert and host of The Nate Berkus Show

We asked 9 questions. Nate answered

Dr OzDr. Oz, health expert, O columnist, host of The Dr. Oz Show and co-host of Ask Oprah’s All Stars on OWN
Dr. Oz gives strategies, advice and the quickest route to calm

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Clorox, the makers of the ToiletWand, reached out to me to help promote this event. I will be attending the event, and my airfare and hotel is being taken care of.  Which means I also get to visit with my cousin Sue-Ellen, so that’s a plus.
So how can you join me – and that Winfrey lady–in Atlanta?

For an entry, comment on this post and let me know that you “Like” Ode to the Commode on Facebook: www.facebook.com/odetothecommode. Also, answer if you will, who usually does the toilet scrubbing in your household?  ( no right or wrong answer)

For an extra entry, follow @OdetotheCommode on Twitter and tweet: Ditch the ick w/ #cloroxtoiletwand to #win a trip to #OYou2011 w/@coolmomdotcom & @odetothecommode

Yes, toilet cleaner, but let’s face it would we be living our life to the fullest without modern plumbing?  I know when we say what we are grateful at Thanksgiving I so frequently mention it at the top of my list my family makes fun of me. To which I say, the pilgrims wish they had a toilet.

Hey, a free trip with inspiring speakers and lots of like minded people, follow, like, write on the wall AND please write a comment that you did or “enter me” or any brief thing so I can keep track of you all.

One winner will randomly selected from all entries received by 3:00pm PT on Friday 10/7. Good luck!

Look forward to seeing one of you in Atlanta.

For official rules, click here.

OWN Show

You might have heard that Oprah is starting her own channel.  Which funny enough, the Oprah Winfrey network spells out OWN.  The name of the channel and the name of the contest they are doing to elicit submissions for people who want to star in their own show.  So, hey I’ve been knocking around basic cable for years on the G to H list so why not enter the contest? I feel like Cool Mom is already my mini show and how many comedic shows are done in people’s house?  I’m not including the girls next door variety.

So, if you like Cool Mom vote for me!

The “Night Before Oprah” Day

I thought Oprah day would feel different. It was exciting to do it, but I watched the show with my husband in our infant son’s hospital room. Not the viewing party I had envisioned.

Early Sunday morning, Rex felt hot and was needy. He didn’t want to sleep alone. We took his temp and seeing a temp of over 101, we gave him Baby Tylenol. He seemed better but drowsy most of the day. In the afternoon, I noticed the fever had returned. I gave him Tylenol and held him for two hours. When I checked, the fever was still there. Odd. When I got ahold of his doctor, I was a little surprised that she said, “Take him to the emergency room.”

At 8:30p.m., Rex and I waited for an hour, and then Mark showed up. He had to wait for our babysitter to be with Vivien and Oliver. The ER waiting room is bleak and dirty. Rex was sleepy in my arms. Sometimes, I could get him to nurse. I looked like hell and was pretty sure some of the sketchy and forlorn folks were getting a glimpse of my breast, but the ER wears us all down so even naked flesh is not appealing.

Mark and I were shocked when (after an hour in the ER exam room) the doctor told us plainly that Rex needed to be hospitalized for 48 hours (I said, “Well, I’m going with him”), have a catheter take his urine, have an IV and blood drawn, and have spinal fluid extracted. Doc, he is 7 weeks old. I just left a hospital after delivering him. Isn’t this an ear infection?

We learned that any fever for a baby under 2 months is a red flag for Meningitis. And I learned that we could all get through what the doctor told us would be “one of the roughest nights of our lives;” he wasn’t making that up.

They wheeled Rex and I on a gurney to another room off the ER. By now, it was close to midnight. Before everything began, I said to Mark, “I’d feel so much better if I could do this instead of him.” “Yes,” he agreed.

I lay on the gurney, sometimes nursing Rex, always holding him. First was the catheter to get a sample. Not pleasant, but not the worst. Now the IV and a blood sample. I knew from Cool Mom readers to ask for the best stick, and one nurse said she was. I felt she was too young to be, but another nurse agreed. I lay Rex down on the gurney, and he was already crying. He knew. As I went to his feet, I saw my husband move Rex’s side. I have never seen Mark cry, but now his face was red, and his eyes filled with tears. We tried to reassure Rex as the needle went in his tiny arm.  But no, all she did was bruise him. Not the best stick after all. I picked Rex up and started to nurse him. Within minutes I heard “Ready, mom?” from a middle-aged, stone-faced nurse who had taken the other nurses’ places. “Oh,” I said. “Are you good at this?”

“Yes,” she answered, and she was just old enough to make me believe her. She put the IV in the top of his hand. It worked. They taped a little board covered in gauze to keep it in place. After that, Rex was ready to nurse, which was a relief to me, and it meant we were two-thirds over with this torture. New shift brought a new nurse whom I really liked: a slender man who seemed very bright and compassionate. Later I would learn he was a former Marine who had done two duties in Iraq, which made me trust him more. He and the doctor wanted to wait while I nursed before the spinal.

When the time came, Mark and I wanted to get it over with. The former Marine said we could stay or leave the room. That “different parents do both.” Mark asked me what I wanted to do. I said, “If Rex has to go through this the least we can do is be here with him and let him know we haven’t left him.”

The Marine put Rex gently on his side and held his body in place while the doctor–who I liked- shot Lidocaine into Rex’s back. I got down on the floor and put one hand on his head, stroking, the other to his hand. Rex gripped my finger with his whole fist. Strangely, when the doctor extracted the spinal fluid, Rex stopped crying and his face took on a look of resignation, like, “Oh good, they are just going to keep doing stuff to me.” It broke my heart, and yet I thought him so brave. Then it was over. The Marine said the fluid was clear, and he doubts Rex has Meningitis. But we have to wait 48 hours for the cultures, and while Rex is in the hospital, they will give him the antibiotics by IV in case he does have Meningitis.

It was 3 a.m., and we were still in the little room when the residents asked us the same questions about Rex’s illness. I finally told mark to go home. No point in both of us being ruined. He left to return in the a.m. to bring me breakfast. And he needed to be home when Viv woke up. I had called my sister Carole’s house after midnight, and her dear husband Kevin said right away, “What can we do?”  I asked them to take care of Viv the following day, which they did.

I nursed Rex as all our bags and car seat, were loaded next to me and we were finally wheeled into our own room on the pediatric level. Our new home. I so was tired I had to stare at the crib for a minute before I realized I wouldn’t fit. They kindly wheeled a regular bed in as they knew I needed to hold Rex all night.

And I did.

Will I Get on the Oprah Show?

Update:  The show airs Monday, April 6, 2009!

Okay, I’ve got to tell you about how I was almost NOT on the Oprah show. It was days in the making. The producers were planning a show called “Real Moms Confess.” They were having various moms and mom bloggers send in videotaped bits. First, I got a call from a producer asking me questions about motherhood for about 45 minutes. I did a full nursing while we chatted.  I said, “I work in TV. I know this all is distilled down to a 30 sec bit.” She’s like, “Uh, huh.” Then more questions. At this point, it wasn’t for sure they would pick me to be on the show. Later, I got a call that they did want me to be on the show and were sending me a camera to record some of the things I said and instructions on how to upload them. Figuring all that out was another day.

I kept thinking, “Do I get to go to Chicago?” But no, they had other people destined for Chicago, but maybe I would be Skyped in. I waited. Then the call came: Yes, they wanted me to Skype in and was sending the equipment. Got the laptop, mic, cables, etc. and instructions on how to assemble it. Then a call to make a date to test equipment. Check and check; it all worked.  I left it set up in the husband office/playroom since there is a window there and thought the natural light would give me Oprah-like light. I was doing this largely so they would mention Cool Mom. I was told no by the nice producer that they weren’t plugging websites on the show in a sort of “This is the Oprah show; we are not negotiating” way. And what was I going to say? “Well, then I’m going to go on a bigger show!”  American Idol wasn’t going to have me on. The other reason I wanted to go on was just to say, “I was on Oprah!!”

A day or two before, I was told by the show that they needed me to fax my children’s birth certificates and my marriage certificate. Huh? It was required. I made my own assumption that after that author said he had written his memoir and then it turned out it wasn’t true, they weren’t messing around anymore and just taking people’s word for it. I could have invented some family just to get on Oprah. I could have pretended to have 8 kids and put on big fake lips. Oh, wait, someone really did that. So, fax I did.

Next day: do I have my stepson’s birth certificate? No. Is he on my taxes? The fact that I had neither handy made me think, maybe I have made this kid up? Who am I fooling? Then I said, “I have his report cards.” Crickets.  I have a copy of his passport…. Oh, but then I couldn’t find that either. Crap, I did make him up. Then I said to the producers, go to www.campanilerestaurant.com. Look at my husband’s bio.  All of his children are listed there. That sufficed. If the Oprah show says I have stepchildren. then I will believe it too.

The plan was that we would tape at 7 a.m. I had to get up at 6 a.m., turn on the Skype, and then I could go and have my coffee and put on makeup. I am not banking a lot of sleep these day,s so I hired a baby nurse to spend the night with Rex. She’s a doll, and in more prosperous times I would have had her 6 days a week. These are NOT these times, but Oprah needed me (or I needed Oprah), and I needed my rest. I still had to get up to pump, but it’s much easier than nursing and then getting Rex burped and back to sleep. At 5:45, the phone rang: “Get up; this is the Oprah show.” I slurred into the phone something and staggered downstairs in my bathrobe. I took the steps to turn on the Skype like before, and nothing happened. I was on the phone with their engineer who (I appreciated) kept his cool as I slowly started to panic. There was much advice and troubleshooting, and still it wasn’t working. He said, “Call Time Warner.” Oh, great, why don’t I call the DMV while I’m at it? I said, “They will not help.” The engineer said, “Tell them you are trying to get on for the Oprah show; that should speed them up.” I ran and got my husband, who (bless his heart) got up right away. He may be a man, but he knows Oprah is a big deal. I spoke to two people at Time Warner as the clock ticked to 7:00 and every passing minute a smaller chance I would get on Oprah. “I’m trying to get on Oprah”  No reaction. “Yes, ma’am, can you restart your computer?” I thought how bummed I would be when I later saw the show and there were other moms and mom bloggers on there and I wasn’t. Time Warner said that I didn’t have an active modem and asked when would l like to schedule a service appointment. I practically screamed, “I don’t want an appointment; I’m supposed to be on Oprah.” They didn’t care. Then at 6:51a.m., I said to the engineer and producer who were on the line, “My husband’s work is only a mile away; would there be time if I went there?”  Yes, they said.  I was so glad they hadn’t already bumped me. They must have like my anecdotes.

Oliver was eating his morning cereal Mark told him to grab the Skype and throw it in the car. Mark had gotten dressed and drove. I was getting calls from the show every 3 minutes asking, “Are you there yet?” Had I not hired the baby nurse, I would have had to call it quits. Mark could not have left, and I can’t figure out all the keys to get into his office. We went through the service entrance, up the stairs to his small, dingy office that he shares with half his staff. It has god-awful florescent lighting overhead (not Oprah lighting) and chef’s jackets hand about. But zip, zang, the Skype worked here. I had thrown on a bright orange top before we left and a pulled on sweat pants on my unwashed body. I slapped on some makeup as the Oprah staff said things like, “Can your husband get ride of those aprons?”  It was strange, ’cause they could see me, but I couldn’t see them. Another voice from Chicago said, “Can you do something about the light?”  I knew overhead fluorescent would not be a good idea for national TV. I grabbed a small desk lamp that was nearby and tried my best to aim it at my under eye as I had seen professional lighting people do with professional lights. The voice from Cchicago gave me enouragement: “That’s good. Now move the camera.” The camera is a tiny one hooked on the top of the laptop. Amazing that a big show has such primitive technology and amazing it all works!  I was thinking later, hey what to those reporters do who are stationed in Iraq and places like that? They have to wing it all the time.

As I waited, my dream hubby brought up a freshly made espresso from the bar. As I took my first sip I suddenly heard a woman say, “Put that down!”. Then the show came on my laptop. They had started late (apparently waiting for me, I was so honored). I could see the show, but there was no sound. During the second segment Oprah suddenly spoke to me. I was startled. Talking on Skype makes one very insecure because while you are talking you can’t see people’s reactions or hear if people are laughing. So whenever I spoke I thought, Am I making an ass of myself? Is Oprah going to be glowering at me?

Well, I have to leave the cliffhanger there because they asked us not to talk about the body of the show till it airs (made me write in my blood). I will say this, once it got rolling, it went well.  The whole staff was very nice to me even when I was holding up their production, and I now have more respect for Oprah than before. She is at ease and in charge and very good at connecting. It’s one thing to see it but another to experience it.  Also, being a host myself, I know that to have that many elements to interview and probably different producers talking can make a person jittery, but she is cool as can be.  As was I… in my dumpy office!