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Mrs. Obama's a tall girl, too

Am I the only nerd out there who can't wait to sit in front of the boob tube watching the Democratic National Convention this week? Move over Olympics! I am still not a 100% Obamaniac (although I will vote for him because no way in heck could I vote for McCain...especially if Mitt Romney becomes his running mate...shivers), so I'm sitting on the couch and watching the convention, hoping to get excited.

It's obvious that the DNC is reaching out to those of us who really wanted to see Hillary in the White House -- there are a whole lotta women on the speaking docket. Anyway, here's a quick rundown of the speakers:
Monday -- Nancy Pelosi, Michelle Obama, President Carter, Jesse Jackson Jr.
Tuesday -- Hillary Clinton, Governor Kathleen Sebelius of Kansas, Governor Janet Napolitano of Arizona, and Governor Deval Patrick of Massachusetts
Wednesday -- Bill Clinton, Bill Richardson, John Kerry, Joe Biden
Thursday -- Barack Obama (in a stadium!)

I'm looking forward to hearing Michelle Obama's address tonight. I really respect this lady, even though she's taken some harsh criticism. But really, what strong, intelligent, outspoken woman in the public eye doesn't get harsh criticism? When she's not pushing the party line, she is candid about her role in her household, as well as how difficult it is to balance work and family and public service. And my gut tells me that she and Mr. Obama really are as close as they look...which tells me he turns to her often and would rely on her opinion if they move into the White House.

And really, when it comes down to it, she's at least 6 feet tall and looks her husband right in the eye. I like that.

It's interesting to me, too, that throughout his memoir, Obama talks about how difficult it was for him to find himself as a child, being the child of a white mother and African father, raised in the melting pot that is Hawaii. Michelle Obama has a degree in African American studies and sociology from Princeton and wrote her thesis on being a black woman in a white-male-dominated university. She knows who she is. And I get the sense thats what drew them together, and maybe she is the cornerstone. (And isn't it goosebumpy to think that the Obamas might be on the threshold of a USA in which their daughters wouldn't even blink at the thought that one of them could someday be President?)

I can't wait to hear what Mrs. O has to say tonight. I've got the popcorn out and ready to go!

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