GOLLY GEE

Look what came in the mail today...  I am still chuckling.    

For those of you who may not know, this is called a golliwogg and when I was growing up in the UK they were everywhere.  Robertson Jams used him as a mascot until too many complained that it was racist but to me it is just pleasant memory of my childhood.  

It remains to be seen if I am game enough to use it as a key chain (I don't want to get beat up) or if it will be relegated to the toy box to join the larger version of the golliwogg we have there.  Regardless, it was great to receive a little parcel of love in the mail and to know that somewhere far away a friend thought of me when she saw this and cared enough to purchase it, wrap it up pretty, and send it.  Thanks again Haley, I love it!

YOU CAN'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER

While out shopping with a young friend (Cora), I came across this funky little kitchen gadget.  It's a potato masher and I just couldn't resist it's charm.  Into the cart it went with a few other items.   As I was checking out, Cora spotted it and gushed over how cute it was.

"My aunt would love this" she said "her BF (boyfriend for those of you who are not familiar with young speak) is from Jamaica" She continued "but that's okay, we really like him."

I broke into laughter.   It was good to know that Cora was cool with her caucasian aunt dating a black guy from Jamaica it was just funny hearing what could be construed as a  racist comment coming from a girl who is herself black.

Well when I say black, I use the term loosely.  Her skin is dark but inside she is about as white as they come.  It's almost as if there was some cosmic switch that occurred while trying on a pair of earrings at a new age store (if you've seen the movie the Hot Chick you'll know exactly what I am referring to).   I swear some white girl from the valley got her body and that somewhere in California there is a blonde whose name is Ashley but insists on being called Taniqua, going around saying "Holla girl, why you always got ta be baller blockin on me? Fo' shizzle.

Don't be hatin', Cora.  You know it's true.