Dear Oprah, My Dear, Dear, Oprah:I am waiting patiently to hear from you. For years visiting your show has been on my (in my head) bucket list. In the old days, you would open up the phone lines for show tickets. Knowing how important tickets are to me, Tru Stories even had Coach on his phone trying to get through. All we heard was busy signals over and over. Here it is our last year together. Oh, I know there will be another Oprah show of some kind one day. But....it will not be in Chicago. We will not be living in neighboring towns. It needs to happen and happen soon!
This year there is a new system. Tickets are requested via the computer. I submitted my ticket requests. I have not been denied yet.
Other people received their, so sorry, better luck next time e-mails. Not me. Not Tru Stories. Not my other fix. I feel like the door is still open a crack for this to happen. Until I see that e-mail, I have to believe.
You have been a part of my life since the beginning. I used to do home childcare. You were there for me. I love me some Oprah. When you launched the new magazine, I had a subscription. It was the most beautiful magazine I had ever seen. I still love it.
Oprah I know we had that little problem where I applied to be on your show and wrote an essay while I was drunk. That can happen to anyone. It shows that you are always on my mind.
Oprah, I love you fat. I love you thin. I love knowing that even with all the money in the world, you cannot stay thin. That helps validate my weight problem. I mean really. REALLY! You have a cook, you have a personal trainer. You could have Dr. Phil berate you. You get to sleep with Stedman for gosh sakes. All of that and you still cannot keep the weight off. How can someone like me be expected to lose weight. You could pay someone to exercise your body for you. Anyways..I digress. What I am saying is, Oprah, I love you.
I need tickets for your show. I feel like my life will be complete. I know I will come out a better person. Especially, if you give me some free stuff. Like a trip. Or a car. Or have Nate make over my house.
I will continue waiting, my dear, dear Oprah. I know this is destined to happen. See you soon, Ope.
All my love,
Page Turner (I love to read too. Just like you.)
6 comments:
Good Luck Page Turner!!! I have been to the Oprah show, but this season would take the cake!
I am pretty sure she does not like the nickname, 'Ope'.
Like you know her Tru Stories.
I thought the same thing, Tru Stories. Add that to the fact that you called her fat, and I'm pretty sure your rejection email should be making its way to your inbox shortly.
But if it doesn't and you have a ticket to spare, just remember that one of your favorite bloggers has a visit to Oprah's show on her published Bucket List!
remember how you say things like "i'm not creepy, i'm not a stalker...."
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Munchkin, I'm not stalking you. Duh! Of course, I would stalk Oprah.
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