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Fredric meet Claudia and Laura.

The name of the wine might as well add up to “fantastico!” Lord have mercy, it came from the bottle in a stream of bright medium, slightly brassy gold, and as we sat there at dinner both LL and I uttered variations on the theme: “It’s like what a wine would taste like if it were gold.” Or maybe: “It’s what gold would taste like if it were wine.”

Laura and Claudia meet Fredric.

I’ve done what I can here.

I’m going to have a Bass.

It’s what I do.

I realized today that I dress like a hobo.

I was wondering around this morning looking at my clothes and it hit me. I’m friggin’ Boxcar Willie.

Here’s the thing is small town America. I ain’t the skinniest girl in the room and I’m also not the biggest girl in the room. Nine times out of ten I have the smallest feet in the room as I have some tiny ass feet. I also have the most professionally bitten nails in the room. I’m a really good at it. And, yeah, it ain’t pretty but it’s me so hush. So where do I go get clothes? Wal-Mart?

Puh-leeze.

I’m just a short, curly headed woman-girl-old broad who has an interesting wardrobe of 712 T-shirts. And I’m also short. Which means that, well, I’m short.

So I had this big feminine moment this morning and I was feeling all saucy. I realized my Marie Laveau voodoo shirts that I got in New Orleans would just not do. And I didn’t want to put on the Crocs or the Chucks.

I had a moment of wanting to be, I don’t know, all girly and sexy.

It went over like a lead balloon filled with crack in someone’s colon.

I bought some anti-frizz shampoo. I guess that’s a start.

First watch the video. It’s only 51 seconds of your life that you will never get back.

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Sharon Cobb sent me this and I have to say I haven’t been this delighted in a long time.

Here’s the story from The Sun:

He said: “We were chatting about our last fishing trip. It was one in the morning.

“I began to film a bit with my mobile phone while the others were chatting and joking.

“Suddenly we heard something – a weird noise as if someone was throwing stones.

“We looked to one side and saw that the grass was moving. To begin with we thought it was a dog but when we saw this gnome-like figure begin to emerge we were really afraid.”

Jose added that other locals had come forward to say they had spotted the gnome.

He said: “This is no joke. We are still afraid to go out – just like everyone else in the neighbourhood now.

Let’s reflect on this. You have a very small person/gnome walking sideways in a Gnome hat. You have teenagers screaming and it just doesn’t get any better than that. You have grainy video.

I’m just smitten with the creepy gnome.

I try to have a practical long-term vision on projects I’m working on but I also realize that I must use baby steps to get there.

Your moment of Confucius (or confusion) brought to you today by insomnia, nature’s gift that keeps on giving. I will never be a writer for one of those inspirational quote books as I lack the talent.

It’s Make-Up -A -Quote day.

All I have to say is da-yum. I realize I’m a boomer and all, so it’s nice to see Dennis Quaid representing nicely in the latest issue of the Italian version of Vanity Fair.

I honestly need exercise and to get out of the house more often.

I also am a slave to pop culture.

I own it.

I’ve been thinking a lot about respect.

I know in our personal lives, we hope that we have garnered  some semblance of respect from our families, our friends and the people we work with as that is in our posse. We have to recognize that some people are going to respect us and not like us necessarily.

We make the decision of how we display our respect for others. One thing that came to mind this past evening is do we judge people in broad strokes?

I started thinking about this last night as I was reading about Geraldine Ferraro’s comments about Barack Obama.

Her remarks where very sad if you ask me.

“If Obama was a white man, he would not be in this position.  And if he was a woman (of any color) he would not be in this position.  He happens to be very  lucky to be who he is.  And the country is caught up  in the concept.”

If someone had said in 1984 when she was on the presidential ticket that “Ferraro was lucky to be a woman” how would she have reacted? I’m seriously curious and then I kinda got my answer from Ferraro herself.

Ferraro isn’t backing down from her statement and it’s funny (not a ha ha kind of funny) because she is just another person who has reduced this campaign down to race and sex.

And she should have known better quite frankly because she has stood on the front line of in fighting stereotypes herself.

I believe that Barack Obama is well aware of the color of his skin just as Geraldine Ferraro and Hillary Clinton are well aware that they are women.

But didn’t she want to be judged in 1984 whether or not she would be a good leader? And she says this which diminishes her own role which I found to be so peculiar.

“I said in large measure, because he is black. I said, Let me also say in 1984 — and if I have said it once, I have said it 20, 60, 100 times — in 1984, if my name was Gerard Ferraro instead of Geraldine Ferraro, I would never have been the nominee for vice president,” she said.

I am in a younger generation than Ferraro. She has obviously had different experiences than I’ve had in my life and there are different waves of feminism in our world that are, in many ways, age-based. But I keep going back to that thing about the Golden Rule. She wasn’t very courteous about the very things she fought against herself when I was 19 years old and she ran for office.

I’ll be glad when we start talking about issues again nationwide instead of hammering the race/sex thing to death.