dr. laura

My dad loves dr. laura. I mean LOVES dr. laura. My dad lives in northern Alberta and used to rely on 630 Ched to bring that cherished voice acoross the cold winter air right into the comfort of his own vehicle. Apparently 630 Ched doesn't air dr. laura anymore so my dad bought a satelitte radio attatchment for his car stereo. My dad found out there are 2 kinds of satellite radio and he bought the kind that doesn't get dr. laura either. I am sure his lunch hours have been quiet these days.

Over the weekend we all headed down to Spokane to visit my sister and her family, and guess what... my dad found dr. laura. It's been a long time since I heard that voice and her harsh advice. She was giving advice to this one guy that suffers from job dissatisfaction. Dr. laura told him in that "why are you even calling me voice" that jobs are to make ends meet- this craze of having a "job/hobby" is not normal. She basically said- bring home the bacon, stop complaining, and find a real hobby. I see the logic there, but I beg to differ.

So my present job as an eye technician is not my wildest dream come true... but... it works right now, and, I get to touch all the bald heads I want. I LOVE the way a good bald head feels. I have a choice of working with cataract patients or laser eye surgery patients, and I voluntarily choose the old people, the cataract patients. The men have these soft bald heads that I just can't wait to touch as I put drops in their eyes. It's like, now I just need to find some excuse to bite all the patients too. Then my job would totally be my hobby. ... dr. laura... is something wrong with me?