The Difference Between You and Me

H and I were laying in bed the other night dissecting our weekend when we simultaneously said, "We're so lucky." We agreed that we are lucky to have a roof over our heads, jobs we love, our health and that of our children, friends and family. Life is being pretty good to us right now.

Then I said, "But for how long can that last?" H replied, "Well..forever."

A few seconds full of silenced ticked and then I uttered with a quiet chuckle, "And, that is the difference between you and me."

That one, short conversation sums up the very differences that H and I share. He, ever the optimist, doesn't see the world in the cynical way that I often do. I am a planner who likes to see what is coming. I don't want to assume anything or take it for granted. I think the good has to be fleeting no matter how long it lasts and then it will followed by something incredibly bumpy and torturous that I'll have to weather through either on my own or with my family. I certainly do not wear rose-colored glasses.

Nothing riles me up more than complacency. Like any good Hitchcock film watcher knows it is when you become complacent that you fall down the rabbit hole. No one wants a crop duster on their ass no matter what kind of day they are having. If H were complacent it would have been a deal-breaker. It is this difference though that often makes us work well as a couple (Go Team Mason! Heh.) and in turn has created some of this so-called luck. Besides, every Walter Mattheau needs a Jack Lemon.

Am I the Only One?

Who can no longer tolerate Rosie and Oprah? I wish someone would put the two of them on a deserted island so they could just talk each other into oblivion. We could probably still hear them.

I used to like them back in the day, truly I did. Rosie's first show, her foray into movies. I enjoyed that. I hated the koosh balls, but I survived. Oprah, I was a certified junkie, minus the sappy book club. I watched for as long as I could remember. I figured being at home I would probably take that Oprah break during the day. Yet, it was while I was on maternity leave and bed rest that I found I could no longer tolerate her ways.

I realize that they have both done heartfelt and generous things numerous times over the years, but I find, and especially with Oprah that they have now become bloated and insufferable. Oprah can't interview someone without interrupting them and relating it back to her. She gives away tons of money and then spends millions on a birthday? Stop showing us your 'Favorite Things' that include $400 slippers and $750 blankets for dogs! Get back to the reality of your viewers. Stop inviting your friends on the show and fawning on them and then having someone you aren't friends with (Faith Hill) on and looking like you are about to fall into a coma. Not everyone has to stroke your ego girl.

Rosie is a windbag much like a talking politico head. She's easier to turn off as she is more explosive and obvious. I do like her skirmishes with Elizabeth as that chick is way too easily provoked and it slays me. Her misspelled blog incites me however and she just seems like some like the toddler at the party no one can control.

But I wonder, am I the only one who finds these too nerve gratingly annoying? Share please.