On My Way to Oprah!

Yes, it's true -- next week I'll be seeing one of my heroes, Miss Oprah Winfrey. Before you come completely unglued, I will not be on the show unless a stray camera happens to swing my way into the audience, but nevertheless, I'll be there at the show.

No, I don't know what the show is about. The representative that called from the show said that they were just now putting together the calendar after coming back off spring break. Spring Break? Who knew they took such a thing. It sounds like college, but with much nicer clothes.

Anyway, a friend of mine and I will be traveling north next week for our big adventure in the city. A couple of moms on the road -- let's hope there are no Thelma and Louise moments.

I cannot wait to go to this show. I really don't care what the topic is truthfully. I just want that little opportunity you sometimes get when you attend a taping to speak directly to Miss Winfrey. You see, this is not my first time to the show. In fact, I've been fortunate enough to go twice. The first time was a great, fun show -- Matt Damon was there. It was a fantastic show full of life and excitement. However, when that little window opened, and Oprah took questions from the audience, everything I had planned to say suddenly felt completely out of place. Most questions focused on her figure and her lack of carbs. Don't get me wrong, she looks great, and I could definitely use the diet tips, but this is OPRAH! I've been watching this woman for years, through "thick" and "thin," and her weight is not her biggest accomplishment.

Then, just a month ago, I had another chance to see the show. The weather had been horrible (blizzard-like conditions actually), and the show ended as abruptly as it began. Oprah apologized and said she had to make her way across town, so there was not time for chit-chat. I left that show feeling completely deflated. I knew what I was going to say. The show topic had been serious and the questions that followed were completely in line with what I had wanted to say -- darn it, darn it!

So, this is it. Third time's the charm, right? Or, I guess it could be, "Strike three and your out!" Either way, I think I'll be fine. I've decided to just go with the flow. No expectations. If the moment happens, and there is time for one of my nifty notions, then yeah! If not, I'll just have to share that one with all of you when I get back.