Laurie: Week 34, Oprah. Can you believe that a mere 34 weeks ago Coaches on the Edge started their quest to be on the cover of O
magazine? Pretty impressive tenacity if you ask me. Now I don’t want to criticize, but just as impressive as 34 weeks of begging/cajoling/manipulating are, so is the bewilderment of a lack of response from you. No one can be that resolved to ignore 34 wildly clever, slightly brown-nosy, and always polite attempts to win you over to our point of view.
elizabeth: Rome wasn’t built in a day. The heat must be getting to me because I don’t like silly little expressions like this. Could Rome have been built in a day? I think not. So I think 34 weeks is not that bad considering that the Roman Empire did fall and we are still stranding. Albeit sweating and feeling like a couple of dish rags. Not to self: come up with less unappealing visuals about the coaches.
Laurie: If you’re concerned about not truly knowing us, I will bet that none of your guests submitted 34 individual, straight-from-the-heart requests to be on your show. And we’re not even talking show. We don’t need to have our say; we’ll be satisfied with a picture. No words will be necessary because we’ve already used them up in our thus-far-ignored requests. I don’t mean to sound cranky – maybe it’s this ridiculous heat – but 34 is a mighty big number. 34 – Open the Door. 35 – Stop all the Jive. 36 – Take our Pix. 37 – We would be in Heaven. Don’t make me go to 38, Mate.
elizabeth: Good grief. Now she is rhyming. Somebody throw some cold water on Laurie. Maya Angelou she ain’t.
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you question the power of a blog, I am living proof that sometimes life-altering views can be stimulated by the words of a blogger. I’m a believer that health afflictions come in fads. RLS (restless leg syndrome), ADD (attention deficit disorder), peanut allergies, and gluten intolerance (so new and cool, it doesn’t even have its own set of initials to identify it) seem to be the “in” diseases of the new millennium. And I am not so heartless to pooh-pooh them, but I have more than once questioned their validity as I suffered through a waiter being grilled by a concerned patron about what knife touched food and where the olive oil comes from. And yes, I thought it was a tad over the top. But then I read a blog by a dear friend who wrote about Celiac Sprue and how she was forced to deal with it, and even more importantly, deal with the way people responded to her disease. And the light shone on my intolerant self.
will make its way to you. And I, for one, find it upsetting that the network and the cheesy “news” programs are all over this like it is V-Day in Europe. I feel like I am watching a man setting himself on fire and he doesn’t know it.



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