Friday, January 28, 2011

Oprah

I wrote a letter to Oprah! Can you believe it? I've wanted to write her after seeing an episode of "Season 25: Oprah Behind the Scenes," and I actually did.

I've always wanted to write "these" type of letters in my life, but I never follow through. For example, I so desperately wanted to write BU while going to school there because I was so sick of the yellow and white circus looking awnings on Warren Towers, a HUGE dormitory close to the middle of campus. It was ugly, fading only on certain panels, and made the university look like Barnum and Bailey's. But I never actually sat my butt down to write the letter. Good news is 2 years after graduating they changed the awnings to a sleek, medal awning.

I also wanted to write American Airlines a nasty letter after a bad flying experience where I was charged $50.00 unnecessarily to change flights when I DIDN'T NEED TO! The "help" line in the airport check-in terminal was completely unhelpful and the lady on the phone had an extremely thick accent and was impossible to understand. I would have received help from a ticket agent behind the counter instead of the lady on the help line listed on the kiosk, but there was no one behind the counter. No ticket agent for 20 minutes, when I had a flight! Finally, when an employee arrived at the check in desk, he apologized to me for being "late for work". Needless to say, I had everything lined up to write a great letter to get reimbursed for my flight, but once I arrived at my destination, I was a happy camper just to be on vacation and in Montana, that the letter was never written.

And so on, and so on, it goes...until now! I'm so proud of myself for finally writing a letter I said I would. I really am. Yay me!

And here is the letter to Oprah:

January 27, 2011

Dear Oprah,

I must admit that I haven’t been an avid viewer over your 25 years at the Oprah show, but given that I’m only 30, I’m sure you can give some allowances in that department. I have caught shows over the years, and most recently have enjoyed watching your new, Season 25: Oprah Behind The Scenes, on your new OWN network. I think it is fascinating to see all the work, communication, and talent that is required to execute each successful Oprah show.

My husband and I watched an episode weeks ago that really caught our interest, mine specifically. I vowed to write you after seeing the show…but being a slacker, I’m finally writing weeks after intending to.

The episode which caught our interest was the one that followed the production and taping of your “30-year-old virgin” show. Funny enough, I actually saw the Oprah “30-year-old virgin” show when it aired and was entertained and otherwise unaffected, but was floored when I watched the behind scenes on OWN. I couldn’t believe your producer, Lisa’s, as well as your executive producer’s perspective and how they viewed someone being 30 and yet still a virgin. Their opinion, as I witnessed, was that no 30 year-old is a virgin anymore, and that if they are, there is something wrong with the virgin that needs to be fixed, hence Dr. Laura Berman’s therapy. And unfortunately, social media supports their opinions as do movies like “40-year-old Virgin.”

I strongly disagree with your producers, being a virgin myself when I married at 29. My husband was 30 when we married and was a virgin as well. I have the privilege of having numerous, accomplished, intelligent, strong, and beautiful friends who are virgins and in their late 20’s and beyond – BY CHOICE. So chastity isn’t shocking to me, given my Mormon culture and faith. We believe in chastity before marriage and monogamy after. And the America I know still has virgins past college.

I wish we could have been in your studio audience the day you filmed that show. Because I think we would have given your opinion some support. You, doing what you are supposed to do as the vision and name behind the show, thought of your viewers and questioned, “What is so wrong with being 30 and a virgin?”. I loved the question you posed to your producers and hated their response, utter shock. I supported your distaste for the show’s title and the premise. Ultimately, I believe the tone of the show was tasteful because you were interviewing as opposed to your producers. What very well could have been a show about how no well-adjusted, functioning, emotionally & sexually well individual is a virgin at 30 became a show about 2 women incapable of being sexually intimate (symptom) although they wanted to be and receiving therapy for self-esteem, self-confidence, and family issues (problem).

What I most admire about you, Oprah, is that you challenge yourself to be open minded in every direction, which is very important for a journalist or interviewer. Too many are one sided and allow their personal beliefs to cloud their professionalism. Ultimately, this inability to see the world from a different view creates a tone of judgment to the viewer. I rarely feel judged when watching your shows, although I don’t always agree with your guests, and certainly not your producers. And although you might not agree with chastity before marriage or other beliefs I have, you certainly do right by acknowledging my point of view or choice as existing (first and foremost) and mattering.

I suppose I felt responsible to represent a voice which was void in your briefings about the 30 year-old virgin show and from the audience that was present for the taping that day. Know, Oprah, that virgins exist past 30 as you very well suspected, and not just in India and other countries. We exist sometimes because of psychological reasons, sure (like your guests). We exist sometimes because we haven’t found anyone willing to sleep with us, sure. But you’d be surprised that many of us exist because we’ve chosen this path. It’s a personal decision that we’ve made. And I wouldn’t have chosen any other path.

Sincerely,

Robin Orvin
(Raised in Orange County, CA - Cheerleader in High School – Graduate of Boston University (Psychology) – Former Service Coordinator for Regional Center of Orange County – Graduate of Chapman University (Masters of Psychology – Marriage and Family Therapy Program) – adoring wife – pregnant)

And Cody Orvin
(Raised in Arkansas – Graduate of BYU (International Relations) – Former Missionary and English teacher in Mexico - Entrepreneur of Elchamacho.com and California Yogurt Co. in Conway AR – Graduate of Monterrey Institute of International Studies (MBA) – hot husband)

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Love - Hate

Many, many of you readers, too many really, know how horrible I am with staying in touch. I definitely have a love-hate relationship with the phone and am truly old school in that I often don't have my cell phone with me. Even when it is in my purse, I often have it on vibrate so that I don't alert all of Target, or the restaurant, or the movie theater, or the church congregation that I'm indeed receiving a call. In many ways, I operate as though my cell phone is a land line. And truth be told, I was never that teenage girl twirling the cord around her finger while engaging in hour long conversations when I did have a land line. I'm just not much of a phone talker.


My mother is fairly new to the cell phone world and she, unlike me, has embraced it with open arms. So has my father. They text and will answer a call whenever, wherever. They even have their fancy iphones on their person while in the house (even though they have 2 land lines). I believe that they are so willing to answer the phone, even if they don't have the time to talk, even if they don't want to talk, and even if they shouldn't talk because they are in the company of others, because they didn't always have answering machines, caller id, and cell phone conveniences. Sometimes I believe it's because they don't know any better. But if I'm being really honest, it is nice to know that I can pretty much reach them whenever I need to.


So, I'm the one who is missing my dear friend's calls, my family's, and my husband's, because my phone is far from me. When I worked for my father, I'd have to drive to various counties all over southern ca and had to have my phone in the car. I found my driving time as a great opportunity to return calls. This year in Arkansas, with diminished reception (a huge contributor), I've worked in a yogurt store environment where I can't talk on the phone and often forget it at home. And, every now and then, I'll see a dear friends' number pop up on the phone and sadly realize that I don't have adequate time to give to the friend, and resolve to call them back when I can sit down and focus on the conversation.

But I'm a scatter brained woman, and too often, I can't seem to find that time I need to return calls or worse yet, I'll forget I have calls to return in the first place. It's frustrating for me, but more so for my friends and family. Even my lovely husband feels the shaft. No person is immune. And my true friends have had to grant me a heaping spoonful of patience.


Well, anyway, I'm reading a book where the main character's sister has my problem of being inaccessible. The author describes,


"Since college, our communication has been sporadic, depending on our schedules, and more important, depending on Suzanne's mood. Sometimes she simply goes underground, and no amount of pestering will make her reemerge before she is good and ready."



Love it or hate it about me, I'm an old school girl who does go underground at times, going full days without thinking to look at my phone. My husband is usually the one that will announce across the apartment, "you have 4 missed calls." To which I usually respond, "I do? Where the heck is my phone."

Shoot, my mother and sister have figured it's best to try and reach me on my husband's phone, since he is good at having his on him. I don't know why, but I still am surprised when Cody receives texts which mirror, "what is robin's wedding china pattern?" when I don't even get the texted question. My sister has learned to keep calling...calling...calling, and sure enough - her method of reaching me works. Because although I miss more than half her calls, I'm bound to catch some of the many.

And to better illustrate how separated I am from the whole cell phone revolution, I have a free, basic, standard, run of the mill cell phone with no fancy anything distinguishing it: no sleek appearance, no internet. Although I sometimes think I want a better phone, such luxuries would truly be wasted on me.

So in the tradition of new year's resolutions - this is mine for 2011:

"I will return calls from friends and family. I will have my cell phone charged and on my person (but still on vibrate I'm sorry) at some point everyday."

Come December 2011, I hope to be a new, and improved, cell phone communicator.

Now, send out some positive thoughts, prayers if you will, so that I can accomplish this goal!

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Um - I say no!

My first NO goes to people who "like" their own status updates on facebook. Isn't it implied that you like what you said, given that you wrote it? I mean, you have all power to delete the status if you think it's unlikable, given that you wrote it. I just think the extra "pat on the back" or the extra "I'm so in love with my relationship status" is just redundant and borderline ego patting. That's all.

My second NO goes to Toyota. My first car was a Toyota so this NO is extra sad. But, I absolutely hate their new Highlander car commercials where the kid is talking about how cool his mom is for the type of car she drives, while placing pity on his classmates whose parents drive uncool cars. Are we supposed to want to buy a Highlander because our kids will supposedly think we're cool? That's absolutely, positively ridiculous. First off, I hope I don't care if my kids think I'm cool. Secondly, I hope that if they do think I'm cool, it's not solely based on the vehicle I'm driving. Who here is about to spend the type of cash a Highlander costs just to appear trendy and in-the-know with their kids? Whoever would say yes to this question should be in therapy. I honestly haven't seen a child character appear more self-righteous, egotistic, materialistic, "too cool," and entitled than the kid they've chosen to portray. Gross and shameful Toyota!

My last NO goes to my gag reflex. It's just gotten ridiculous. I'm feeling much better...but my gag reflex hasn't caught up yet. The most mild of smells puts my stomach muscles in a hyper flex mode and I end up peeing my pants. The other night I peed my pants three times...without vomiting, just having a gag fit. Irritating! I'm not embarrassed since I've only peed my pants at home, but having to wear four different pair of undergarments (why is it called a pair?) in one night is downright pathetic.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The First Anniversary...


On October 24, 2010 (yes this post is entirely overdue) - Cody and I celebrated one year of marriage in Branson, MO. We had a great time getting away from the yogurt shop! I can't believe I'm married and get to share my days with Cody. Finding the person you want to spend eternity with is a miracle. And I feel blessed to have the miracle reoccur everyday as I enjoy the journey of marriage, 365 days and counting, with Cody. Ok now, enough of the mushy stuff. I promise.

Cody and I enjoyed the beautiful fall colors on the drive there (thanks Ozark Mountains).


We enjoyed outlet shopping (Cody especially got some great finds).

We enjoyed the old downtown Branson:





And the new Branson Landing: shops, photobooth, restaurants, lake view, and the water & fire show.



We enjoyed two shows: SIX (The Knudson Brothers) and The Shanghai Circus (Chinese Acrobats). Both shows were entertaining, and the performers were extremely talented, but let me just say that we were the youngest couple in the audience by at least 40 years. At least. And the only complaint I have is that the performers in Shanghai Circus finished their very impressive tricks with the most painful smile you've ever seen. I'm guessing it's somewhat of a cultural thing, but I'm telling you, they didn't look like they were having a very good time. They looked constipated. Or was it depressed? The Knudson Brothers, on the other hand, couldn't get enough applause.




We enjoyed going out to eat and having the BEST FRIED MOZZERELLA EVER at Macaroni Grill. It was so yummytastic!


WARNING!!! A RANT IS ABOUT TO ENSUE:

We endured through a long 3 hour presentation of a time share to get our show tickets 90% off. You see, they trick you when you first arrive in Branson. A "ticket center" or "visitor information center" in Branson is really short for "time-share presentation plus tickets center". We signed up because of frugality, but learned some lessons for the next time we agree to go on "a 90 min. presentation to see something pretty."

We were so pissed off when we left the presentation, especially Cody. First, why would we buy "vacation ownership" for $34,000 dollars after only a 3 hour presentation? People did, but that's a lot of money to invest in something you don't know a lot about. And why would we buy "vacation ownership" before we have "home/condo ownership"? HELLO?! We wouldn't because it's irresponsible, but they argued it's equity. Dumb. All the bank sees is less of a down deposit and another financial obligation pulling at your money.

Second, they assume we want to stay in a condo instead of a hotel - our little family of two. Why would we need three bedrooms and for that matter, a kitchen, living room, and laundry room while having to drive, yes drive to access the pool on the other side of the property, when we can get a much cheaper hotel room, which is plenty big for this party of 2, cleaned daily, walk to the pool downstairs, while enjoying the people watching and lovely energy that accompanies hotels. I hate being secluded from action and making a bed on vacation. Plus, on vacation I like to eat out. Shoot, I like to eat out whenever possible. BECAUSE IT'S FUN!

Thirdly, some of your properties are nice, especially the one we toured in Branson, we will admit, but why purchase ownership in a property that will depreciate as the facility gets older and there is little incentive to be a competitive, up-to-date vacation location when your vacation packages have all been sold. Hotels need to remodel and rejuvenate or lower their prices to stay booked. I like that drive to stay in the market. But if you have people guaranteed to come and they've already paid the money, what drive do you have to add ameneties or remodel?

Fourthly, most of your U.S. properties are in CA, which doesn't do much for us future CA residents. What's the fun in vacationing in your back yard?! Other locations are in places like Branson, which was fun for 2 nights, but hardly worthy of a yearly repeated, week long vacation.

Fifthly, the "trade in" vacation options for international travel were outdated and out of the cities. I want to stay in London proper when I visit London. Not a stupid condo in the suburb where I would need to take a train into the city every day to sightsee. No thank you!

Lastly, I noticed your hidden housekeeping (not during but after your stay), "necessary upgrades," and other fees. I'm not dumb. If this was such a steal, you wouldn't need to sell us so hard and fast and worry about us "thinking it over tonight" or doing research, because the package would sell itself and the paying customers would find you.

In the end I did feel bad for our sales rep, because he didn't get a sale, on the flip side he did waste too much of our time. The free Diet Coke and tickets saved us from completely losing our cool.

With the presentation behind us, we enjoyed our little family of two in our remodeled hotel: walking to the hot tub in our robes (instead of driving), and having a free breakfast. I love getting away and enjoying Cody outside of everyday life...and can do that easily and spontaneously without the financial burden of "vacation ownership."

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Real Quick...

First and foremost, It's Snowing!! :)

I've always thought Arkansas to be beautiful. The Spring blossoms were amazing, the summer (although too hot and too humid) was lush and green, and the fall ended up being the colorful reds, oranges, and yellows. But Winter has been a bust. An absolute UGLY bust. The grass is all dead and brown. The trees are bare. The sky is gloomy. And unlike most parts of the U.S. that have beautiful snow to make winter magical, AR only gets about 4 snow days and the snow doesn't stick :(

But it is snowing right now. And the falling white stuff is so pretty.

*side note: I've never heard so many people talk about snow, prepare for snow (which will melt come morning), and discuss cancelled work/school. It's amusing and bizarre.*

Secondly, I asked Cody what traits he wants our kiddo to get from him. He starts,

"My patience...intellegence...awareness."

I stopped him right there. "What kind of awareness - spatial awareness?"

He said, "Yeah, spatial awareness...balance...social awareness...and my digestive system."

What? Does he think I'm some kind of ungraceful, aloof, dumb, impatient, burping, barfing, goof?! He has since stated he was joking, "obviously."

And the answer comes right at a time you wish he'd say, "I don't know what I want our baby to get from me, but I hope he gets your ..." and then ensues a list of compliments.

Oh, the humor.

*side note: Cody is most definitely correct that our kid should get his digestive system.*

Saturday, January 8, 2011

My Body Make-over - My journey

2010 was the year of fat.

I, Robin Orvin, probably gained over 25 pounds and had a body make-over of sorts. You could say that it was getting married (and out of the pace and pressure of singledom).

Or maybe it was moving to Arkansas (and doing less exercising due to a hot and humid summer).

And you'd probably all agree that opening a yogurt store contributed (candy, sugar, and more candy).

I'm sure there were many factors related to my expanding body, but I handled it well and owned it. I've always had self-esteem completely unrelated to my size and reflection in the mirror. I consider myself blessed in this way, as I know so many who have good days or bad days based on their reflection or the number being shown on their scale. Just one of the reasons I don't weigh myself regularly.

Well, I'm pregnant now. I'm supposed to have an expanding body, it's expected. And all I did the first trimester is lose weight. Thanks to my little mouse inside of me (trust me, the baby is a mouse according to the first ultrasound), I'm fitting back into my pants that have been shelved for at least 9 months. And I do like being able to wear my clothes, but this is only one of two benefits of pregnancy sickness I can think of. The other one is knowing my body is busy at work producing hormones to help the fetus grow (I guess).

I'm in my second trimester now and I'm getting less nauseous. I've even had a handful of days where I've not had to take my Zofran pill (those days are heaven!). Food is still scary most days (will it come back to visit my mouth after I swallow it?), but on others it is almost as good as it was before the mouse arrived. Given my improving condition, I feel like I've gained my weight back, but according to the scale at the doctor's, I've lost another pound. I feel like my stomach is huge. My pants still fit, but my belly to me seems ginormous.

And here is the weird part:

I really was ok with being huge without child, because I knew at any moment, I could resolve to change my look if I so desired. But, being huge with child is less easy for me to swallow at this point because 1. I don't feel like I, at 15 weeks, should look pregnant yet (especially since it's my first) and 2. I can't do anything about my size considering I'm definitely not over-eating. And my belly isn't hard and cute, it's just large and I don't have an ounce of control. I've got a lot more time to get big, and am more than happy to get as big as a house if this baby requires it - but not starting before 4.5 months.

So 2011 is going to be the year of baby. My body will expand and make-over much more than it did in 2010. I am fully expecting to be gushy in my stomach post baby. I'm really not worried about that - nor a huge belly come March, April, May, June. I welcome the natural and normal change/damage a baby causes on a female body - I just really wasn't expecting it to happen this early.

And before I sign off, let me just share a bit of naive truth: I didn't expect to be even 1/4 as sick as I've been. I expected in pregnancy: varicose veins, possible stretch marks (to match those who've graced my butt for decades), back pain, difficulty sleeping, cravings, swollen everything, emotional roller coasters, and every other symptom but those that I've had: burping, aversion to food, nausea, vomiting, and dehydration.

What a journey this little mouse has taken my body on...oh, the places we'll go!