Friday, December 26

'n stuff

  • For Christmas I watched all of season four of Grey's Anatomy on DVD, ate a lot of pasta, slept and ignored my phone. Good Times.
  • One day someone will get me The West Wing: The Complete Series on DVD. It will happen. G has faith.

  • Val gave me the best present EVER: Vodka! Actually, since she is a true friend she combined my favorite thing about the South (sweet tea) with Vodka and gave me Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka, which is actually distilled about 25 mins from Papa g's house 9begging the question: Why did papa G never tell me about this?!?!). Look for it in liquor stores nationwide minions and drink a toast to me:

Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka is the distillery's newest product on the market. The product is an infusion of American Tea and Firefly Vodka. Firefly Distillery is proud to bring true southern products to the marketplace. (70 proof)Firefly Muscadine Wine Flavored Vodka. The inspiration for a muscadine wine flavored vodka came from the 11.5 acres of vineyard where the distillery is located. As the muscadine grape is native to the South, Firefly is a southern distillery. The muscadine infusion creates a smooth sippin' vodka that is easily imbibed. (80 proof)

  • I changed my mind on the Tibetan Terrier and decided to go with the Norfolk Terrier. I put down a deposit and my puppy will be born in April. (Yes, a deposit. There was also an interview. No. I'm not kidding.) In the meantime, here are some pics of his cousins! What is cuter? NOTHING!

  • Someone needs to send Monty to the store for Snickerdoodle cookies before I tear my hair out from sheer shock and disbelief.
  • Maybe there should be a re-minionification program...
  • Coming soon - why are there no bakeries where you can get blondies, but all of them have brownies???
  • Oh yeah, I'll be in Chucktown for New Year's Eve... Colonel Mustard and The Condiments will be playing the Beer Works if any of you want to come hang with Mama G and I. Or you can just wait for the hangover stories when I get back... either way...

Friday, December 19


The Great Snickerdoodle Pronouncement has apparently created some dissension in the ranks. There are minions who think it is permissible to disagree with me. Of course they will be dealt with swiftly ... and never heard from again.

In the meantime here's a little something to ponder: Thursday morning I drove 188 miles to Raleigh, NC (Go Wolfpack!) for a training thingy for work. Thursday night I took in a Hurricanes game (they won. i am such good luck!) with Val and her fam in their super swanky seats (free food+free drinks= happy g). This morning I drove 216 miles to get back to work back here in VA by 9am. Here's the question, minions?


* answer: g just isn't too smart sometimes.

Tuesday, December 16

no, seriously

What is better than a Snickerdoodle?
There I was in the cookie aisle, looking for something to bring to the Cookie Swap at work tomorrow (which is a great, cheap holiday party idea for anyone still looking for one) and feeling guilty because there is no way my still-plague-riddled body is going to bake tonight when I saw before me Pepperidge Farm Snickerdoodles. There was only one bag left and I snatched it up like a New Yorker at a sample sale. I also bought two other kinds to take to the swap but the Snickerdoodles are all mine.

Yummy, soft, chewy cinnamon goodness that makes the entire world seem right eve if it isn't. Do you want to know the best dessert in the history of desserts? Take a Snickerdoodle (or two) and put it in an ice cream bowl and pop it in the microwave for a few seconds, then top it off with Caramel Dolce de Leche Haagen Daaz and prepare to forget your troubles.

I mean that is some serious yum. I know this may not seem like a deep thought I'm sharing here, minions, but on a dark cold winter night this is some serious comfort. Cinnamon is a holiday flavor for me and Snickerdoodles have always been holiday cookies to me. This year I won't be home for Christmas, but I will have snickerdoodles and ice cream and all will be right with the world.

On another serious note - I bought my Christmas present to myself today - Civilization IV, so if you don't hear from me for a while it's because I have abandoned you all to create and rule my own nation of minions. It's not that I don't love you all, it's just taht your Goddess G is a big dork.

Saturday, December 13

no more shiggity*

*If you aren't a regular Tom Joyner Morning Show listener you may not know that shiggity= shit.
**this is really long...too bad, read it anyway

I have been fighting with my mother lately. She hasn't been fighting with me I have been fighting with her, or rather with everything she has done in the past few years that hurt me that I never called her on, so of course she never stopped doing it and I never stopped getting hurt. And why was I doing this? Because after Papa G dropped the bomb (Bonnie) on me a few years ago I felt like I needed to protect my mother (from what? everything. nothing. everything no one had before. everything no one had protected me from). But I didn't protect anyone - I hurt myself and set her up to hurt me. I am so smooth. I've learned that there are all sorts of ways to lie to someone and not telling them what you need or when they hurt you can be one of the worst. Cross your fingers for us minions, ok?

So Pookie The Wonder Jetta and I are driving home tonight and I'm still fighting off the last dregs of this head cold (the damn thing has guerilla resistance fighters working for it, I swear) and all I really want is for the new Rolling Stone to be in my mailbox when I get home. It is (because i've got it like that) and I immediately wish for a million dollars to be in my mailbox. I'll keep you updated on that when I check it Monday.

Two things about RS: 1. There's an article about how Pres Shrub is fucking us over in his last days that mentions the change in environmental rules in West Va and I'm not one to brag but I totally beat RS to that story by MORE THAN A MONTH. Look it up minions, I kicked RS butt! *pause for happy dance*

There's also an article about real life super heroes. No, I'm not kidding. Men and women who dress up and patrol the streets of their cities fighting crime. In the end it comes down to how you see reality and the lengths you are willing to go to follow your dreams. At least that's what I choose to take out of it. (I just read The Watchmen and I really do not want to go into the eery similarities between the book and that article)

All of this rambling is prelude to this: I got the January O magazine today. Yes, the gift from Mama G that keeps on giving. Usually I just go straight to the recipies and the shoes, but this one had an article about how it is not a failure of will that keeps us from changing but rather an ironic act of self preservation. We protect ourselves right into danger. We have to give up some very deeply held beliefs in order to change. We have to kill off a part of ourselves. Now maybe its a bad part of you that needs to go - the self destructive impulse that keeps the pack of Marloboro Lights in my purse for example, but it's still a part of me and that part will fight to live. The article suggested a four step approach: Write down your goal, write down all the ways you usually shoot yourself in the foot when you try to reach it, then list all the reasons you shouldn't reach it. The thing is that those reasons are usually pretty logical. Then you have to trick yourself - start small: say no to one party and see that your friends really won't hate you for not showing up, delegate something small and see that the world really doesn't fall apart if you aren't running it, try to keep five pounds off for six months instead of fifty and see that you really can do it. I thought hmm...this makes sense. I've been (once again) protecting myself right into getting hurt. Well, at least I'm consistent.

I would follow all of those steps, but like I've said before, I suck at rule following. And the thing is that I think I'm doing a lot better right now than I was last year at this time. I am more honest with myself, my family and friends. I am in a better place financially. I am happier in my job. I am taking better care of Pookie The Wonder Jetta. So what I'm thinking my New Year's Resolution will be is to keep doing what I'm doing - trying to be less unhappy, trying to create joy in the world in my own little snarky way.

There are a couple of concrete things that I am working on:

I'm not volunteering for anything at all in any way for the first six months of the year. I tend to get too focused outward and let my life fall apart while I'm trying to help someone else. I am volunteering for myself for a while.

I will be completely out of debt by this time next year. C.O.M.P.L.E.T.E.L.Y.

There is no reason for me to be lonely. I know people and I know how to use a phone. I will stop being an idiot.

With my first bonus check of the new year I am signing up for at least three dating sites and I will accept at least one date a month from each of them for the first three months (unless I meet someone serious before the three months are up). I will also let my friends know that I'm up for blind dates. No more hiding in my house.

I'm getting a puppy for my birthday. I'm getting the puppy I want. I'm not listening to any puppy advice. I am getting what I want.

I am going to start spoiling myself. I am going to give myself more love, more fun, more health and more hugs. I'm going to give myself more chances at work, more time with people I love, more new things to learn, more VODKA, more challenges and more travel. I'm going to spoil myself rotten.

I'm going after my dream. ActionWorks will be a website by the end of this year. (more on that later)

Friday, December 12


In the four days that I've been back at work I cannot even begin to estimate how many phone calls I've answered from people wanting to donate things to the victims of the fire. It has been a great comfort to all of the victims and to all of us in the community to know that our neighbors are there for us.

The Fire Marshal says hewon't have any answers for at least another week or two, and that's hard, but there is an apartment filled with donated clothing and a storage unit full of furniture. A company dropped off kitchen and bath supplies today and a woman came by with bags full of toiletries. A lot of these are people who are passing it on. People who's own friends and family were affected by Katrina or the Chesapeake tornado seemed to be the first ones stepping up.

Then there's the chief. You cansay whatever youwant about our men and women in uniform, Lord knows they aren't perfect (neither is the country they serve) but at times like this you gain awhole new appreciation for them. The Chief has a whole new wardrobe and his apartment has been fully outfitted. I mean he has everything from toilet paper to furniture. Every detail of a home that you can think of has been brought by the men and women of his ship. I wish I could give the name of the ship here, but I can't. You know who you are, if you're reading this. While I know that your generosity and loyalty has touched your Cheif, let me just say that it has inspired the entire community.

They didn't stop there. Once the Chief had everything he needed they kept giving, bringing items into the office for the other families. We are at the point now where we areasking people to donate to the Red Cross Disaster Fund or the SalvationArmy in the name of the victims.

We've also filled a box for Toys For Tots with all the overflow toys donated to the children who were victims of the fire. Next month we'll have a blood drive at the apartment community to thank the Red Cross for everything they've done. This tragedy has turned into something with gilt edges. While the loss of two children and their grandmother will never be made right I hope that they can see what has happened here. I hope that they see the love that their familyand friends have been wrapped in. I hope that brings them peace.

Thank you Hampton Roads, Thank you Virginia and North Carolina. We won't forget and we will do our best to pay it forward.

hot in herrre

I'm feverish.

My headcold and the accompanying fever have put a sparkle in my eye and (more) color in my cheeks. Apparently sickness is attractive, strange, right?

I can't think about any one thing for too long, my mind flits like a butterfly in an attempt to ignore the massive headache pounding behind my eyes.

Being sick and single at the same time sucks. Where is the man who can cuddle me until I feel better?

I'm feverish - in many, many senses of the word. I need a cold shower, some hot tea and a nap.
See ya'll later, minions.

Thursday, December 11

when it rains

I am too sick for words. Apparently I'm too sick for Tylenol or DayQuil either, although both the drugs and I are struggling valiantly against the desire to curl up in a ball and cover my head for at least a week.

The fire victims are doing better, donations of food, clothes, money and furniture have come pouring out of our community and have renewed my faith in it...even through my acetaminaophin haze.
Soon there will be more about the crazy trip to the Bahamas with the Family of G, but for now here are some pictures of the awesomeness that is me, and those who get to bask in my glow.

Me, Sister of G and Nephew of G

Papa G and his Favorite Daughter on his 80th Birthday!

Papa G and all his women...well, not ALL of them... just the Sisters G!

Monday, December 8

since i been gone

On Thursday night, while i was enjoying my family in the Bahamas three members of my work-family passed away. You may remember, minions, that I recently started working at an apartment community. On Thursday night there was a fire that left about 30 people homeless and took the lives of three people. Names haven't been released to the press yet, so I won't release them here but I will tell you that two were small children.

I just retunred from my family trip about an hour ago and won't be able to see the damage for myself until I go to work tomorrow, but I'd like to ask you all to say a prayer for the victims of this fire and if you would like to send anything from money to winter clothes or toys for the families and children you can make donations to the Bimini Fire Fund, 2 Tradewinds Quay, Hampton, VA 23666.

I'll keep you updated tomorrow and I'll have pictures and happy news from the trip posted soon. For now if you could justsend some good thought, vibes, prayers or whatever you've got our way that would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks minions.

Tuesday, December 2

Home is where

I now have internet!

Yeah, I know, it took me waaaaaay longer than I said it would. Don't worry, it's here now and there are no longer any excuses for me not posting on a regular basis. Except right now I have to run out and get super glue for the Hershey bars. And tomorrow I have to drive to SC to go to the Bahamas for Papa G's 80th Bday.

At some point (maybe tonight if I can get these damned bars done!) I will explain all of this. In the meantime - I will be back home on Monday and will no longer have ANY excuse for not paying strict attention to my minions!!!

ps - crazy glue was aptly named...i'm just sayin'

Saturday, November 15

If You're Out There

Once again it's been a long time. I miss you guys. I miss this - the act of typing my thoughts onto a clean sheet of virtual paper and starting a conversation with my minions. It is good to be back.
So here we go:

Everyone is talking about the President Elect. They're talking about everything from his choice of cabinet members to puppies. People are interested and that's great. Here's what I'm interested in: PEO (Pres Elect Obama) has talked about new national service initiatives and I cannot stress enough how important I think they are. Now you may think that in a time of global recession when violence and disease are on the rise worldwide that expanding the Peace Corps or AmeriCorps or trying to duplicate the success of Teach For America is something that should be shuffled into the background - at least until we can more readily afford it or until we are more safe.


Now is the time. This is when we need each other most. We need not just inspiration but perspiration if we are going to dig ourselves and help dig the rest of the world out of the hole we're in. The basic plan is to exchange up to $3000 in college scholarships to state supported schools for service. The service can be completed before or after college and would cover everything from military service to Peace Corps, fire, police or teachers, doctors and nurses, home builders and community organizers here and abroad.

If this comes to pass a student looking for help with college tuition could build houses in New Orleans for a couple years. Or distribute mosquito nets in Kenya. Or teach in rural West Virginia. Or work as a nurse in New Mexico...Liberia...Bosnia...literally anywhere people need hmm... that would be anywhere. We're talking about a massive amount of Americans going out into the world not with guns but with help. We're talking about a worldwide makeover for our country.

What this offers is help to our citizens who are hurting - we provide services for the poor and disenfranchised and educational opportunities (higher and real world) for our young people. We, as a country, learn to give to each other again and to see some good in government again.

What this offers is a new face to present to the world. Not only citizen soldiers, but also citizens, mobilizing to help fight in new ways. We can help fight malaria. We can help bring clean water to new regions around the globe. We can help educate, we can help heal.

What this offers is validation to entire generations of Americans. To all of those 25 and under who are tired of being told that they are the 'Me' generation or slackers or that they aren't living up to...whatever...well, here you go. Here's your chance. To all the Baby Boomers looking back on their lives and wondering what legacy they'll be leaving behind - how about a second career in service?

Let's regain some self respect as a nation. Let's gain some respect as a leader in the eyes of the world. Let's start to foster an ideal of service to this nation. Let's redefine what national service means. Let's not even wait for Inauguration Day - let's start today.

Commit yourself to doing something in your community. Take action. Volunteer. Drop off food at a food bank. Bet your friends and neighbors to see who can find the most stuff to donate in their houses. Call your local City Hall for a list of volunteer organizations in your town. Go to your church, synagogue or mosque. Go to your child's school. Go to any school. Become a volunteer firefighter or a child advocate with the police. Form a neighborhood watch. Coach pee wee football. Become a big brother or sister. Donate to Toys for Tots. Email me with a list of things you like to do and get personal volunteer suggestions from your very own G!

My point is that there is something that everyone, at every economic, social and free time level can do. So get excited about PEO, I am. But could we also get ready to do some work? Could we also get ready to explain and defend, pass and enact, oversee and evaluate a domestic agenda? It's up to us to make sure that the things we care about happen - and happen in as pure a form as is possible in politics. In electing PEO we elected ALL OF US because he cannot do it alone. My hope is that he will tell us that and ask us to work with him. I think there are millions of Americans waiting to be asked.

Now - In case any of my minions are still waiting here you go: Email me now! We will make a plan for you to start doing one thing each month - either volunteering or gifting. Let's get to work.

Friday, November 14

New Sponsor!!!

Hey minions - guess what?

We have sponsorship! Yes, people do love your very own G. Please be good little minions and check out our sponsor links to your right...

and feel free to do a little happy dance...

be back soon!


Tuesday, November 11


OK minions, you profess your love for the G, but now I need you to step up.

Five members of the Cali contingent of the Family of G will be in the DC area from Jan 19-22 for the inauguration and are having serious trouble finding a place to stay. Seriously, there's a house renting for $35,000 for the weekend...this is some craziness. So - if any of you could host them - or know someone who could (they'll pay, they aren't as broke as I am) that would be terriffic and would earn you a free Minion t shirt at the VERY least.

Email your G today!!!

Thanks minions!

and once again

I have slacked off. I'm sorry, BUT your very own G will be back soon with daily posts. Things are just slightly more insane than usual right now.

As always, I am reading your guys and secretly watching you with my shape up!

PS - might have a blog sponsor soon, and should that happen I will expect ALL my minions to go check out the sponsor site!

Wednesday, November 5


I can't talk right now. There's too much. Just too much.

Thank you Lord. Thank you minions. Thank you America.

Monday, November 3


"What's it like living in a battleground state?" Monty asked.

In one word? Insane.

90% of the commercials on TV all day long are political in nature. The DNC, RNC, DNCC, RNCC and every candidate from dogcatcher to Presidential is featured. Eventually you get really good at working the mute button on your TV.

I have had conversations about this election in the bathroom at Target, in the checkout line at Food Lion, at work, at home and just about everywhere else in between. The highs are when you see 11,000 people standing outside a stadium to listen to speeches on loudspeakers because they didn't get there early enough to beat the 12,000 who fit IN the stadium. The lows come when you watch the dirty ads and hear people on the street repeating them.

I feel almost like the kids in Chicago in 68. A little battered and sore, but totally sure that 'The whole world is watching' and determined. If we lose Virginia it will not be for lack of trying. I went to a GOTV rally this weekend and saw Chris Rock. I got yelled at the next day by a grandma when I was going door to door.

What's it like? I'm still in it, I have no idea.

Ask me next week.

Thursday, October 30

Barry come back!

He'll be in Virgini Beach today...but my boss won't let me off work. She said once in a week was enough...meanie...

Wednesday, October 29

Yes, I did

The line was loooooong...
But I met some hilarious people and Part Time Blogger were cracking up for most of the four hours we spent standing in line. We ended up at a great spot on the field of Harbor Park (home of the Tides baseball team - GO TIDES!) with a clear view of the speakers. Glenn Nye (running for Congress)... was pretty blah. If he gets elected it'll be a purely coattail victory. Bobby Scott is unopposed, again, because he rocks the Congress. He and Tim Kaine were almost worth standing in the freezing cold for.
But Obama was definitely worth the wait, the cold, the cramps in my legs AND the head cold i've got brewing today. He was awesome. Of course, I expected nothing less. Still it was a rush to see him so close you could almost touch him. For the first time in my life I was truly grateful to have snipers patrolling a rooftop. That may sound crazy, but it's part of the hope/fear dichotomy that I have going right now.
I could not work as hard as I have without the hope and faith that my work thus far and his work once he is elected will make this country better. I am scared to death that my work, and his, puts him and his family in a literal life and death situation every day. Strangely, the bomb squad trucks, the metal detectors, the dogs and the military helicopters made me feel better. His speech inspired me, the crowd warmed me, but it was the very obvious protection that comforted me.
Six more days...
then i hold my breath for four years...

ps - the pics will be up tomorrow, because my computer hates me...sorry minions

Tuesday, October 28

Yes, I will

I'll be off work at noon today.
By four I'll be standing in line.
By seven the line will start moving
We should be inside by eight.
At nine thirty THE MAN will take the podium.

That's right minions, I'll be at the Obama Rally at Harbor Park tonight. All the VA lurkers on here are invited!!!

Pics tomorrow :-)

Saturday, October 25

it ain't over

We're all focused on the election, and that's great, but Pres Shrub is still in office and shadiness still rules Washington. The Department of the Interior is one of the goverment parcels sold off to the industries it was supposed to regulate (like Energy and the EPA). In this case it's the Coal industry trying to get government to flout its own rules for profit.

Big Coal runs West Virginia and has for decades. No one is expecting that to really change. However, instead of trying to buy politicians or bend the rules the industry is now geeting the so called 'public servants' to completely change the rules. When you blow off the top of a mountain to get to the coal beneath you can't dump all that dirt and sludge into or near rivers or streams. Those are the rules. This hasn't stopped the rivers and streams from becoming seriously polluted but it has kept the pollution levels and health risks associated with them down to just shameful instead of completely insane.

Now Big Coal's bitch aka the DOI has proposed a measure that will allow companies to dump blasted dirt and sludge directly into rivers and lakes. Damn the pollution, damn the water table and damn the people of West Virginia. But Bush is an honorable man.

The catch is that this story is actually being reported...well, a little. In the midst of the campaign fever sweeping the nation people have forgotten there is actual governing going on while our backs are turned. We have 30 days in which to let the DOI know that we're watching and that we won't stay silent. PLEASE contact them today and tell them that this measure is wrong, that they cannot simply whore themselves, and us, out to Big Coal and do even more damage to a beautiful part of our nation and the people who live there.


etc, etc, etc...

Thursday, October 23

the problem

"I'm not voting for that n--, and I ain't no racist when I say that either."

Uh huh. Right.

That quote is from the Baltimore Sun

Wednesday, October 22


men suck

Monday, October 20

you make me sick

some type of bug has taken up residence in your beloved G and is wreaking all kinds of havoc

at least i'm not as pathetic as the Cowboys... that's some comfort

Thursday, October 16

ha ha ha

A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What isPolitics?'

Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of the family , so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so! we call her theGovernment. We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People. The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense.'

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.' The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about..'

The little boy replies,'The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.

Wednesday, October 15

Are U Watching This?!?

That's the text I just got from Part-Time. No, I'm not watching the third and final Presidential debate. Why? Because blood pressure medicine is expensive. I'm sure I've told you that before.

I know who I'm voting for. You know who I'm voting for. Everyone who has ever driven behind my car knows who I'm voting for.

I don't need to watch the debate to make up my mind. I don't need to watch it so I can discuss it around the water cooler tomorrow morning. I don't need to hear any more lies from McCrash or to scream at the TV anymore. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'm still volunteering this weekend, but I have to tell you all that Nov 4th CANNOT come soon enough for me. I'm tapped out. I'm done.

So no, I'm not watching this, I'm going to bed.


Tuesday, October 14

last night, she said

Everyone is either getting married or pregnant. Not me. I will live the rest of my life single and childless and die surrounded by my loyal dogs who will be named after obscure movie characters and will probably end up snacking on my corpse beacuse of it waaaay before anyone thinks to come looking for me. Not that I'm bitter about it or anything...

Actually, I've been pretty excited about the babies. The weddings are kind of a wash. On the one hand you have to find a dress and shoes and blah, blah, blah but on the other hand there's the open bar. When it comes to the babies it's all good. You get a built in designated driver, an excuse to buy baby clothes and toys and at the end of it there's an adorable baby that you get to cuddle and love without having to go through labor. It's a total win-win.

Until you get a text one evening that tells you that A. lost her baby that afternoon. What can you say to that? What can you do except call and pledge your love and support in any form it may be needed? How can a friend replace the love and wonder of feeling your child grow inside you? Or help you through the guilt, grief and pain afterwards? I have, verbally and with the written word, put my arms around her and I will do it in person soon. Other than that if you could all please pray or send some good thoughts or whatever you do so that A and M make it through this and come out on the other side together.

If you have any ideas on how I can help my friend please let me know.

Monday, October 13

Yes, Virginia, Your Republican Chair IS A Racist

"Barack Obama and Osama Bin Laden, both have friends who bombed the Pentagon".

That was the Republican State Chair's quote to volunteers this week.

I call bullshit. Actually, I call RACIST bullshit.

All I wanted to do tonight was watch Gossip Girl and the Red Sox game, cuddle with Pete and enjoy my night off. I didn't want to end up blogging and ranting about McCoward's nasty bag of tricks but apparently there is no fucking Santa Claus and now my blood pressure is through the roof. This Ayers crap is just that. The guy did some crazy shit when he was younger which I will not try to defend at all but now he has worked with both the Congress and the Senate on education. He is part of the national conversation in a positive way.

McCrash on the other hand has stoked the fires of fear and bullshit to a point that he is now actually endangering the life of his opponent. Crashing six American airplanes and giving away military information while he was being held in Hanoi after using his father's clout to stay in Navy wasn't enough for him. Now he's actually putting Barack Obama in a place where he and his 'attack puppy Palin' could actually get him killed.

You're an ass, John McCain.

An ass.

i know you miss me

Hi minions.

Damn it’s been a long time. I mean really, how have you LIVED without your daily dose of G? Well, I have heard you crying in the night like wolf shot from the air by Hunter Barbie and I am here to save you all.

And oh, so much has happened since we were last together. Let’s start with me, since that’s always my favorite topic. The New Job is pretty freakin’ awesome. I’m leasing apartments and doing marketing for two apartment communities that are both owned by a national company which I will not name here because, as I said, the job is awesome and I’d like to keep it, thank you very much. So here’s something that I should probably have realized but didn’t: it is SO much different being one of three Black women in an office (and being the only people on the office staff we are the majority) than being one of three Black people in a company of hundreds. I have to say that I like it. Not that I don’t love my brothers and sisters of all races (literally and figuratively considering my family racial dynamic) but there is an undeniable shorthand that the three of us have in the office that I believe is a racial/gender thing. The other two characters in my office life are our Maintenance guys, both of whom are White, one of whom is PFG (pretty fuckin’ great) in his own words and in mine and one of whom we refer to as the shaved ape - both for the physical and mental similarities. There are plenty more players on my stage, why no one has mined this potential mother lode of comedy for a sitcom is beyond me, but that will have to wait because oh so much else has been going on in the never ending story of G.

We’ll start with Pete. I’m using his real name here because he probably wouldn’t care and because I am slowly getting over my privacy fears with this blog. I seriously doubt one of you will turn into a crazy ass stalker when someone coughsusancough won’t even pick up the phone when I call. Of course I’ve missed a few calls from you guys in my time (just thought I’d bring that one up before Monty and NoR did) but…

You know what I just realized? “Use it or lose it” is true of blog writing too! This is pretty crappy. Oh well, you love me, you’ll get over it and hopefully I’ll get back in the swing of things and up to par soon.

Now, where was I? Oh yes, Pete. Pete is adorable in the way that guys who are scary to others and marshmallow puff with you are adorable. He’s six something and around 200 lbs and he could probably beat you up. Yeah, you too, tough guy. He’s divorced, with two kids that he’s crazy about and no dog. I’m working on the dog part. The kids are a boy and girl aged 13 and 9 respectively and I will not use their names here, because they’re just kids and I haven’t met them yet. He’s also 40 and crazy about me. Well, of course, who wouldn’t be crazy about me? The strange thing is that I’m crazy about him right back. He doesn’t care about politics - or more accurately doesn’t trust any politician, he likes hard rock and doesn’t like sci fi and did not get The Princess Bride at all. This is NOT the guy you’d think I would end up with -right? I can’t explain it but he turns me into a sickeningly sweet ball of goo when he smiles at me and he cracks me up. So we’re about a month in and we’re at the meeting-the- friends stage of the relationship. We’re actually using the word relationship - who‘d a thunk it?

It is not, as you may suspect, all puppy dogs and rainbows in G land. The recent economic crisis has pretty much wiped out Mama G’s retirement plans. It was supposed to happen next year when she turns 65 but will now likely have to be postponed until she’s 70 at least. I don’t usually regret things that I have done in my life - thinking that all the choices I have made, even the bad ones, were necessary to lead me to wherever I am, but at this moment I would love to be able to go back in time, do some things differently and be able to help her financially right now. The good news is that she has her health, her job is secure and by the time this is published she will have seen Robin Thicke and Mary J Blige in concert. Still, any prayers or good wishes or positive energy or any strength at all really that you could send to her would be appreciated. For someone who has watched a lifetime worth of work and savings practically collapse in a week she’s doing really well, but she’s still my Mama and I worry. Oh and if you could spend Nov 4th driving people to the polls to vote for Obama so Mama doesn’t end up a bag lady, that’d be great too.

Speaking of which, I really must say that I am lovin’ livin’ in a battleground state. Everything I said about wishing that I was still in SC during the primaries I completely take back. This ish rocks. They’re here all the time. ALL THE TIME. McCoward (read the latest issue of RS for an explanation of the name should you need one) hung out with Hank Williams Jr down at the Oceanfront this weekend, because really, THAT’s the guy I’m gonna’ take political advice from. Obama has been stumping through the state like he’s running for Governor instead of President and we’re actually getting some pretty intelligent coverage on our local news. I know, it’s crazy. The upshot is that we have some great registration numbers and may turn out 85% of Virginians at the polls on HappyHappyJoyJoy Day (or Election Day for those of you not as dorky as I) AND people are actually paying attention to down ticket races as well. And I do mean down ticket. Thirty five citizens are filing a lawsuit against a city councilman they voted for three years ago because he said he had a comprehensive plan to turn their neighborhood around and yet no part of this plan ever made it into even one City Council meeting. Now it’s almost HHJJ Day and he’s on local news touting these big brother streetlight cameras and trying to act like he’s been actually doing something and they are PISSED. I love it. You know how I am minions, I get charged up when people start taking action. Don’t just vote his ass out, sue him, embarrass him and make sure that your ward doesn’t get screwed again. LOVE IT.

Now, let’s talk about Sarah Palin aka Hunter Barbie. On second thought, let’s not. Why waste time? Here’s a little picture that you’ve all probably seen already, but it made me chuckle every time I opened it in each of the seven emails I got last week about her so here you go anyway.

My company has a webinar on time management that I am seriously considering taking. If I can find the time. Yeah, that was a bad joke, but it was also true…which is just sad. Thing is that I can’t work overtime. It isn’t allowed. Not that I can get everything I need or want to get done in 40 hours, I can’t. So then I move on from my day at the office, usually to dinner with Pete or volunteering at Obama HQ or at the hospital but part of me is trying to figure out how to get more crap done at work. Compartmentalizing has never been one of my strong suits. And now we’re having some problems at one of our communities and the powers that be are sending me out there as if I have super powers (which you know extend only to my awesome and terrible knowledge of West Wing trivia and general dorkiness) and they expect me to fix it - or at least help, neither of which I am at all sure that I can do. So I’ll try to be a team player…ick…for the next two weeks while I am longing to be back in my happy office AND worry about the election AND try to work on Papa G’s upcoming 80th Bday Smackdown AND put in some quality time with my babies in the hospital AND grab some quality snuggles with Pete while trying to convince him that he wants a larger dog than he actually wants…oh and at some point in there I’ll freak out because the whole meeting the kids thing has to happen sooner or later and I am scared shitless of that. On second thought I don’t really need a time management webinar, I need vodka.

So let’s talk about the wedding. Not mine. Calm down. When G was g we lived in NYC (look! That rhymed!) and my parents were friends with the Kaminsky’s. I am two months older than Jason and three years older than Brett. We were part of a close enough knit group of friends and their kids that even though we moved almost twenty years ago and I haven’t seen some of these people in 16 years I sat on a plane to Newark and could bring not only faces but voices and scents to my mind in seconds. Brett got married last weekend. It was a beautiful wedding and she was a gorgeous bride. I was not at all jealous that she is three years younger than me and married. Not. At. All. In any event I had a great time. The wedding was like a massive family reunion…except we aren’t related. (That little fact didn’t stop Jason and Brett’s dad from walking around all weekend with a picture of Jake and I in the bath as babies - but whatever) My favorite thing about friendship is that when it is true, when there is more love than like, you can not see people for over a decade and fall back into it like a soft feather bed. Jason and I could see each other once a decade and we’d still be friends. Maybe it’s something we absorbed with the bathwater? Or maybe it’s just that the people who have known you since before you could hold you head up or roll over are family by virtue of experience. Whatever it is I’m glad I have it in my life.

Mama G and I, as usual, looked super fabulous. Papa G was there with the ?Wife? There was also an open bar (several if you want to get technical) which is necessary for me to be in a room, even a massive ballroom with over 300 people, and those three. A prodigious amount of gin was consumed, I danced like a fool and was caught on video doing it, did not sleep more then four drunken hours a night and had a great time in general.

When I was a child I thought that my father’s friends ( codename: The Jewish Mafia) were the coolest men on the planet. They were young men who looked up to him and shared his passionate idealism about the education system and his commitment to change. He was their teacher and their leader and as his daughter I had a special place in their hearts (I am still somewhat famous in the halls of the administration building for School District 5 in NYC). I saw in them the same vision of my father as Master and Commander that I had, plus they could play basketball and reach the top of the TV where the huge jar of M&Ms were. If Papa G was Zeus, these men and their wives and girlfriends filled out the canon. I’ve been trying to put into words what it meant to see them all there but I can never seem to find the right ones. My big mouth fails. You know how people say that you should go see the Grand Canyon because it’s one of the few things in the world that actually lives up to its’ description? These men were my Grand Canyon and I was so thankful that after seeing them again they still are. If any of them are reading this - I love you. Steve, Burt, Hud, Zip, Doc - you guys are still my heroes.

So minions, I have returned to you as a swallow to Capastrano (maybe I spelled that wrong...but you know what I mean). We’ll all return to regular scheduled diet of political and emotional punditry capped off with exhortations to buy my shit already, would ya, very soon. In fact, I’ll probably talk to you all again tomorrow. In the meantime, may vodka be with you and also with me.


Saturday, October 11

I Don't Like Monday

If you can tell me the name of the West Wing episode in which that song appears you will get a FREE minion t shirt. No - you cannot use the internet to find the answer, you have to rise to my level of WW obsession and dorkiness and just KNOW (or you can search through my blog and find my favorite WW episode of all time, because that's the answer) OR you can go to your DVD collection and watch them all until you get there... up to you...

ANYWAY - the point of all this is that the G will be back on guessed it...MONDAY!!!

So, prepare the fatted calf and the vodka because my sweet, sweet cable internet will be hooked up on Monday at some point between 10am and noon EST. Hold your collective breath and buy my swag in celebration, G's coming home with all new fabulousness and quite possibly the loooooooongest post in the history of this blog!

DAMN I've missed you guys!

Saturday, September 13

good news...bad news

Good News First:

I am LOVING the new job!!! I'm learning a lot, I'm good at it and I really like the people I'm working with. I'm doing corporate sales and leasing for a group of apartment soon I'll be moving into one of the properties at discounted rent...yeah, I'm all about the perks.
Things have finally calmed down enough for me to get back to volunteering at the hospital and the Obama campaign so my life is feeling a little more normal. Oh, and I joined a book club! Soon I will BE Oprah...only with vodka.

Bad News...well, it's not even really bad news. The Pater and Flynn are working their compumagic and getting me a computer - but it's taking a little while. I've just gotten a monitor (Thank you Krystyna and Part-Time!!!) and I' should (cross your fingers) be able to afford internet by the time the computer gets here. I am both prohibited and waaaaaaay too busy to blog at work.

So, soon there will be no more carving out a couple minutes to run to the library :-)

Oh and just to take it back to 1984 for a minute - I'm still reading all of you! I can read you on my phone, I just can't comment...Big G is watching you!!!

I miss you guys, A LOT. I'll be back as soon as I can. In the meantime... don't you think this is a good time to show how much you miss me by buying a minion t-shirt???

Friday, September 5

storm warning

I know I promised a really long saturday post...but Hanna seems to be quashing that idea. The library will be closed this weekend thanks to the storm so no computer access for me... yes, I know, I'm pouting too.

I miss all of you!!!

Except Monty - who called me a Republican!

The rest of my minions are awesome...and awesomely missed.

Pookie and I will ride out the storm at Casa de G (my apartment) but it shouldn't be that bad...cross your fingers for us minions.

And keep buying...

pps - I already had the 'boys are stupid one' we're in mind meld.

Saturday, August 30

For The Minions

Here are the BRAND NEW designs for my Cafe Press minion gear! Visit A Whole New Store and spend, minions, spend!!!

Friday, August 29


I watched the speech last night with a couple hundred others in a restaurant. It was amazing. I actually hav eno words this morning to describe the depth and beadth of my feeling and my renewed commitment. So I'll use his words...

Barack Obama: To Chairman Dean and my great friend Dick Durbin; and to all my fellow citizens of this great nation.
With profound gratitude and great humility, I accept your nomination for presidency of the United States.
Let me express my thanks to the historic slate of candidates who accompanied me on this journey, and especially the one who traveled the farthest -- a champion for working Americans and an inspiration to my daughters and yours -- Hillary Rodham Clinton. To President Bill Clinton, who made last night the case for change as only he can make it; to Ted Kennedy, who embodies the spirit of service; and to the next vice president of the United States, Joe Biden, I thank you. I am grateful to finish this journey with one of the finest statesmen of our time, a man at ease with everyone from world leaders to the conductors on the Amtrak train he still takes home every night.
To the love of my life, our next first lady, Michelle Obama, and to Malia and Sasha -- I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you.
Four years ago, I stood before you and told you my story -- of the brief union between a young man from Kenya and a young woman from Kansas who weren't well off or well-known, but shared a belief that in America, their son could achieve whatever he put his mind to.
It is that promise that has always set this country apart -- that through hard work and sacrifice, each of us can pursue our individual dreams but still come together as one American family, to ensure that the next generation can pursue their dreams as well.
That's why I stand here tonight. Because for 232 years, at each moment when that promise was in jeopardy, ordinary men and women -- students and soldiers, farmers and teachers, nurses and janitors -- found the courage to keep it alive.
We meet at one of those defining moments -- a moment when our nation is at war, our economy is in turmoil, and the American promise has been threatened once more.
Tonight, more Americans are out of work and more are working harder for less. More of you have lost your homes and even more are watching your home values plummet. More of you have cars you can't afford to drive, credit card bills you can't afford to pay, and tuition that's beyond your reach.
These challenges are not all of government's making. But the failure to respond is a direct result of a broken politics in Washington and the failed policies of George W. Bush.
America, we are better than these last eight years. We are a better country than this.
This country is more decent than one where a woman in Ohio, on the brink of retirement, finds herself one illness away from disaster after a lifetime of hard work.
We're a better country than one where a man in Indiana has to pack up the equipment he's worked on for 20 years and watch it shipped off to China, and then chokes up as he explains how he felt like a failure when he went home to tell his family the news.
We are more compassionate than a government that lets veterans sleep on our streets and families slide into poverty; that sits on its hands while a major American city drowns before our eyes.
Tonight, I say to the people of America, to Democrats and Republicans and independents across this great land -- enough! This moment -- this election -- is our chance to keep, in the 21st century, the American promise alive. Because next week, in Minnesota, the same party that brought you two terms of George Bush and Dick Cheney will ask this country for a third. And we are here because we love this country too much to let the next four years look just like the last eight. On November 4, we must stand up and say: "Eight is enough."
Now let there be no doubt. The Republican nominee, John McCain, has worn the uniform of our country with bravery and distinction, and for that we owe him our gratitude and our respect. And next week, we'll also hear about those occasions when he's broken with his party as evidence that he can deliver the change that we need.
But the record's clear: John McCain has voted with George Bush 90 percent of the time. Sen. McCain likes to talk about judgment, but really, what does it say about your judgment when you think George Bush has been right more than 90 percent of the time? I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to take a 10 percent chance on change.
The truth is, on issue after issue that would make a difference in your lives -- on health care and education and the economy -- Sen. McCain has been anything but independent. He said that our economy has made "great progress" under this president. He said that the fundamentals of the economy are strong. And when one of his chief advisers -- the man who wrote his economic plan -- was talking about the anxieties that Americans are feeling, he said that we were just suffering from a "mental recession," and that we've become, and I quote, "a nation of whiners."
A nation of whiners? Tell that to the proud autoworkers at a Michigan plant who, after they found out it was closing, kept showing up every day and working as hard as ever, because they knew there were people who counted on the brakes that they made. Tell that to the military families who shoulder their burdens silently as they watch their loved ones leave for their third or fourth or fifth tour of duty. These are not whiners. They work hard and they give back and they keep going without complaint. These are the Americans I know.
Now, I don't believe that Sen. McCain doesn't care what's going on in the lives of Americans. I just think he doesn't know. Why else would he define middle-class as someone making under $5 million a year? How else could he propose hundreds of billions in tax breaks for big corporations and oil companies but not one penny of tax relief to more than 100 million Americans? How else could he offer a health care plan that would actually tax people's benefits, or an education plan that would do nothing to help families pay for college, or a plan that would privatize Social Security and gamble your retirement?
It's not because John McCain doesn't care. It's because John McCain doesn't get it.
For over two decades, he's subscribed to that old, discredited Republican philosophy -- give more and more to those with the most and hope that prosperity trickles down to everyone else. In Washington, they call this the Ownership Society, but what it really means is that you're on your own. Out of work? Tough luck. You're on your own. No health care? The market will fix it. You're on your own. Born into poverty? Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps -- even if you don't have boots. You are on your own.
Well it's time for them to own their failure. It's time for us to change America. And that's why I'm running for president of the United States.
You see, we Democrats have a very different measure of what constitutes progress in this country.
We measure progress by how many people can find a job that pays the mortgage; whether you can put a little extra money away at the end of each month so you can someday watch your child receive her college diploma. We measure progress in the 23 million new jobs that were created when Bill Clinton was president -- when the average American family saw its income go up $7,500 instead of go down $2,000 like it has under George Bush.
We measure the strength of our economy not by the number of billionaires we have or the profits of the Fortune 500, but by whether someone with a good idea can take a risk and start a new business, or whether the waitress who lives on tips can take a day off and look after a sick kid without losing her job -- an economy that honors the dignity of work.
The fundamentals we use to measure economic strength are whether we are living up to that fundamental promise that has made this country great -- a promise that is the only reason I am standing here tonight.
Because in the faces of those young veterans who come back from Iraq and Afghanistan, I see my grandfather, who signed up after Pearl Harbor, marched in Patton's Army, and was rewarded by a grateful nation with the chance to go to college on the GI Bill.
In the face of that young student who sleeps just three hours before working the night shift, I think about my mom, who raised my sister and me on her own while she worked and earned her degree; who once turned to food stamps but was still able to send us to the best schools in the country with the help of student loans and scholarships.
When I listen to another worker tell me that his factory has shut down, I remember all those men and women on the South Side of Chicago I stood by and fought for two decades ago after the local steel plant closed.
And when I hear a woman talk about the difficulties of starting her own business or making her way in the world, I think about my grandmother, who worked her way up from the secretarial pool to middle-management, despite years of being passed over for promotions because she was a woman. She's the one who taught me about hard work. She's the one who put off buying a new car or a new dress for herself so that I could have a better life. She poured everything she had into me. And although she can no longer travel, I know that she's watching tonight, and that tonight is her night as well.
Now, I don't know what kind of lives John McCain thinks that celebrities lead, but this has been mine. These are my heroes. Theirs are the stories that shaped my life. And it is on behalf of them that I intend to win this election and keep our promise alive as president of the United States.
What is that American promise?
It's a promise that says each of us has the freedom to make of our own lives what we will, but that we also have the obligation to treat each other with dignity and respect.
It's a promise that says the market should reward drive and innovation and generate growth, but that businesses should live up to their responsibilities to create American jobs, to look out for American workers, and play by the rules of the road.
Ours is a promise that says government cannot solve all our problems, but what it should do is that which we cannot do for ourselves -- protect us from harm and provide every child a decent education; keep our water clean and our toys safe; invest in new schools and new roads and science and technology.
Our government should work for us, not against us. It should help us, not hurt us. It should ensure opportunity not just for those with the most money and influence, but for every American who's willing to work.
That's the promise of America -- the idea that we are responsible for ourselves, but that we also rise or fall as one nation; the fundamental belief that I am my brother's keeper; I am my sister's keeper.
That's the promise we need to keep. That's the change we need right now. So let me spell out exactly what that change would mean if I am president.
Change means a tax code that doesn't reward the lobbyists who wrote it, but the American workers and small businesses who deserve it.
You know, unlike John McCain, I will stop giving tax breaks to corporations that ship jobs overseas, and I will start giving them to companies that create good jobs right here in America.
I'll eliminate capital gains taxes for the small businesses and the start-ups that will create the high-wage, high-tech jobs of tomorrow.
I will, listen now, cut taxes -- cut taxes -- for 95 percent of all working families. Because in an economy like this, the last thing we should do is raise taxes on the middle-class.
And for the sake of our economy, our security and the future of our planet, I will set a clear goal as president: In 10 years, we will finally end our dependence on oil from the Middle East. We will do this.
Washington's been talking about our oil addiction for the last 30 years, and by the way John McCain's been there for 26 of them. And in that time, he's said no to higher fuel-efficiency standards for cars, no to investments in renewable energy, no to renewable fuels. And today, we import triple the amount of oil that we had as the day that Sen. McCain took office.
Now is the time to end this addiction, and to understand that drilling is a stop-gap measure, not a long-term solution. Not even close.
As president, I will tap our natural gas reserves, invest in clean coal technology, and find ways to safely harness nuclear power. I'll help our auto companies re-tool, so that the fuel-efficient cars of the future are built right here in America. I'll make it easier for the American people to afford these new cars. And I'll invest $150 billion over the next decade in affordable, renewable sources of energy -- wind power and solar power and the next generation of biofuels; an investment that will lead to new industries and 5 million new jobs that pay well and can't be outsourced.
America, now is not the time for small plans.
Now is the time to finally meet our moral obligation to provide every child a world-class education, because it will take nothing less to compete in the global economy. You know, Michelle and I are only here tonight because we were given a chance at an education. And I will not settle for an America where some kids don't have that chance. I'll invest in early childhood education. I'll recruit an army of new teachers, and pay them higher salaries and give them more support. And in exchange, I'll ask for higher standards and more accountability. And we will keep our promise to every young American -- if you commit to serving your community or our country, we will make sure you can afford a college education.
Now is the time to finally keep the promise of affordable, accessible health care for every single American. If you have health care, my plan will lower your premiums. If you don't, you'll be able to get the same kind of coverage that members of Congress give themselves. And as someone who watched my mother argue with insurance companies while she lay in bed dying of cancer, I will make certain those companies stop discriminating against those who are sick and need care the most.
Now is the time to help families with paid sick days and better family leave, because nobody in America should have to choose between keeping their job and caring for a sick child or ailing parent.
Now is the time to change our bankruptcy laws, so that your pensions are protected ahead of CEO bonuses; and the time to protect Social Security for future generations.
And now is the time to keep the promise of equal pay for an equal day's work, because I want my daughters to have the exact same opportunities as your sons.
Now, many of these plans will cost money, which is why I've laid out how I'll pay for every dime -- by closing corporate loopholes and tax havens that don't help America grow. But I will also go through the federal budget, line by line, eliminating programs that no longer work and making the ones we do need work better and cost less -- because we cannot meet 21st century challenges with a 20th century bureaucracy.
And Democrats, we must also admit that fulfilling America's promise will require more than just money. It will require a renewed sense of responsibility from each of us to recover what John F. Kennedy called our "intellectual and moral strength." Yes, government must lead on energy independence, but each of us must do our part to make our homes and businesses more efficient. Yes, we must provide more ladders to success for young men who fall into lives of crime and despair. But we must also admit that programs alone can't replace parents; that government can't turn off the television and make a child do her homework; that fathers must take more responsibility to provide love and guidance to their children.
Individual responsibility and mutual responsibility -- that's the essence of America's promise.
And just as we keepour promise to the next generation here at home, so must we keep America's promise abroad. If John McCain wants to have a debate about who has the temperament, and judgment, to serve as the next commander in chief, that's a debate I'm ready to have.
For while Sen. McCain was turning his sights to Iraq just days after 9/11, I stood up and opposed this war, knowing that it would distract us from the real threats that we face. When John McCain said we could just "muddle through" in Afghanistan, I argued for more resources and more troops to finish the fight against the terrorists who actually attacked us on 9/11, and made clear that we must take out Osama bin Laden and his lieutenants if we have them in our sights. You know, John McCain likes to say that he'll follow bin Laden to the Gates of Hell -- but he won't even go to the cave where he lives.
And today, as my call for a time frame to remove our troops from Iraq has been echoed by the Iraqi government and even the Bush administration, even after we learned that Iraq has $79 billion in surplus while we are wallowing in deficits, John McCain stands alone in his stubborn refusal to end a misguided war.
That's not the judgment we need. That won't keep America safe. We need a president who can face the threats of the future, not keep grasping at the ideas of the past.
You don't defeat a terrorist network that operates in 80 countries by occupying Iraq. You don't protect Israel and deter Iran just by talking tough in Washington. You can't truly stand up for Georgia when you've strained our oldest alliances. If John McCain wants to follow George Bush with more tough talk and bad strategy, that is his choice -- but that is not the change that America needs.
We are the party of Roosevelt. We are the party of Kennedy. So don't tell me that Democrats won't defend this country. Don't tell me that Democrats won't keep us safe. The Bush-McCain foreign policy has squandered the legacy that generations of Americans -- Democrats and Republicans -- have built, and we are here to restore that legacy.
As commander in chief, I will never hesitate to defend this nation, but I will only send our troops into harm's way with a clear mission and a sacred commitment to give them the equipment they need in battle and the care and benefits they deserve when they come home.
I will end this war in Iraq responsibly, and finish the fight against al Qaeda and the Taliban in Afghanistan. I will rebuild our military to meet future conflicts. But I will also renew the tough, direct diplomacy that can prevent Iran from obtaining nuclear weapons and curb Russian aggression. I will build new partnerships to defeat the threats of the 21st century: terrorism and nuclear proliferation; poverty and genocide; climate change and disease. And I will restore our moral standing, so that America is once again that last, best hope for all who are called to the cause of freedom, who long for lives of peace, and who yearn for a better future.
These are the policies I will pursue. And in the weeks ahead, I look forward to debating them with John McCain.
But what I will not do is suggest that the senator takes his positions for political purposes. Because one of the things that we have to change in our politics is the idea that people cannot disagree without challenging each other's character and each other's patriotism.
The times are too serious, the stakes are too high for this same partisan playbook. So let us agree that patriotism has no party. I love this country, and so do you, and so does John McCain. The men and women who serve in our battlefields may be Democrats and Republicans and independents, but they have fought together and bled together and some died together under the same proud flag. They have not served a Red America or a Blue America -- they have served the United States of America.
So I've got news for you, John McCain. We all put our country first.
America, our work will not be easy. The challenges we face require tough choices, and Democrats as well as Republicans will need to cast off the worn-out ideas and politics of the past. For part of what has been lost these past eight years can't just be measured by lost wages or bigger trade deficits. What has also been lost is our sense of common purpose. That's what we have to restore.
We may not agree on abortion, but surely we can agree on reducing the number of unwanted pregnancies in this country. The reality of gun ownership may be different for hunters in rural Ohio than they are for those plagued by gang-violence in Cleveland, but don't tell me we can't uphold the Second Amendment while keeping AK-47s out of the hands of criminals. I know there are differences on same-sex marriage, but surely we can agree that our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters deserve to visit the person they love in the hospital and to live lives free of discrimination. You know, passions may fly on immigration, but I don't know anyone who benefits when a mother is separated from her infant child or an employer undercuts American wages by hiring illegal workers. But this, too, is part of America's promise -- the promise of a democracy where we can find the strength and grace to bridge divides and unite in common effort.
I know there are those who dismiss such beliefs as happy talk. They claim that our insistence on something larger, something firmer and more honest in our public life is just a Trojan Horse for higher taxes and the abandonment of traditional values. And that's to be expected. Because if you don't have any fresh ideas, then you use stale tactics to scare voters. If you don't have a record to run on, then you paint your opponent as someone people should run from.
You make a big election about small things.
And you know what -- it's worked before. Because it feeds into the cynicism we all have about government. When Washington doesn't work, all its promises seem empty. If your hopes have been dashed again and again, then it's best to stop hoping, and settle for what you already know.
I get it. I realize that I am not the likeliest candidate for this office. I don't fit the typical pedigree, and I haven't spent my career in the halls of Washington.
But I stand before you tonight because all across America something is stirring. What the naysayers don't understand is that this election has never been about me. It's about you. It's about you.
For 18 long months, you have stood up, one by one, and said enough to the politics of the past. You understand that in this election, the greatest risk we can take is to try the same old politics with the same old players and expect a different result. You have shown what history teaches us -- that at defining moments like this one, the change we need doesn't come from Washington. Change comes to Washington. Change happens because the American people demand it -- because they rise up and insist on new ideas and new leadership, a new politics for a new time.
America, this is one of those moments.
I believe that as hard as it will be, the change we need is coming. Because I've seen it. Because I've lived it. Because I've seen it in Illinois, when we provided health care to more children and moved more families from welfare to work. I've seen it in Washington, where we worked across party lines to open up government and hold lobbyists more accountable, to give better care for our veterans and keep nuclear weapons out of the hands of terrorist.
And I've seen it in this campaign. In the young people who voted for the first time, and the young at heart, those who got involved again after a very long time. In the Republicans who never thought they'd pick up a Democratic ballot, but did. I've seen it in the workers who would rather cut their hours back a day even though they can't afford it than see their friends lose their jobs, in the soldiers who re-enlist after losing a limb, in the good neighbors who take a stranger in when a hurricane strikes and the floodwaters rise.
You know, this country of ours has more wealth than any nation, but that's not what makes us rich. We have the most powerful military on Earth, but that's not what makes us strong. Our universities and our culture are the envy of the world, but that's not what keeps the world coming to our shores.
Instead, it is that American spirit -- that American promise -- that pushes us forward even when the path is uncertain; that binds us together in spite of our differences; that makes us fix our eye not on what is seen, but what is unseen, that better place around the bend.
That promise is our greatest inheritance. It's a promise I make to my daughters when I tuck them in at night, and a promise that you make to yours -- a promise that has led immigrants to cross oceans and pioneers to travel west; a promise that led workers to picket lines, and women to reach for the ballot.
And it is that promise that 45 years ago today, brought Americans from every corner of this land to stand together on a Mall in Washington, before Lincoln's Memorial, and hear a young preacher from Georgia speak of his dream.
The men and women who gathered there could've heard many things. They could've heard words of anger and discord. They could've been told to succumb to the fear and frustration of so many dreams deferred.
But what the people heard instead -- people of every creed and color, from every walk of life -- is that in America, our destiny is inextricably linked. That together, our dreams can be one.
"We cannot walk alone," the preacher cried. "And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back."
America, we cannot turn back. Not with so much work to be done. Not with so many children to educate, and so many veterans to care for. Not with an economy to fix and cities to rebuild and farms to save. Not with so many families to protect and so many lives to mend. America, we cannot turn back. We cannot walk alone. At this moment, in this election, we must pledge once more to march into the future. Let us keep that promise -- that American promise -- and in the words of Scripture hold firmly, without wavering, to the hope that we confess.
Thank you, God Bless you, and God Bless the United States of America.

Thursday, August 28

a few of my favorite things

My office threw a party for me last night at the Mexican restaurant around the corner... Now I'm a little hungover, and crazy busy getting ready to leave them and a little weepy because they gave me a taste of my favorite things: Belvedere Vodka, Godiva Choclate, Green Bay Packers Football and Starbucks coffee (and a beer sleeve that looks like a football...because I'm classy like that). I also got TWO cards!

So now I may be going camping this weekend and THAT will be a story... hmm...

Wednesday, August 27

leetle break

So I'm training the woman who will be the new G, going DNC convention crazy, trying to clear out my office and get ready for my new J-O-B. I'm a little busy here. Don't worry, the G abides and all will be well.

I'll be back sometime next week, most likely.

In the meantime here is a cute pic of G and Part Time Blogger at the John Legend concert last week...

Thursday, August 21

and the winner is...

Some bloggers just appreciate humble, unassuming quality. Some appreciate me. Slag has taken it to the next level and created an award inspired by moi, The Karmic Justice League Award. I then created a Karmic Justini (2 parts honey vodka 1 part chai tea, garnish with cinnamon stick) but Slag isn’t a drinker so I had to drink the KJ all by my lonesome. Oh, how I suffer for my art…

While I was sipping I thought about the directive I had received on what to do with this award…there wasn’t one, I am to “do with it what you will. Pass it on or keep it all to yourself. No rules required”. Now normally this would mean I was free to hoard this goody like a Goblin hoards treasure, but a few sips later, in a more expansive mood, I decided to share.

Therefore, on the last Tuesday of each month I will award one lucky person with the Karmic Justice Award – this could be a blogger or a ‘real’ person – and at the end of a year one lucky person will be declared the Karmic Justice League Uber Minion. The KJL Uber Minion will win a bottle of vodka and any one thing they desire from the Whole New Store. See how generous I am!!!
I’ll use the same criteria Slag used in giving it to me: action oriented, meaningfully positive, engaging and motivating. (Slag really nailed me, but forgot humble, retiring and unassuming)

It just so happens that the second winner (I’m #1!!!) of the KJLA is someone who just wrote a blog post exhorting all in his flock to embrace positivity and action and to approach life with a sense of mission. He was one of if not the, very first commenter on my blog. He gave me encouragement when I needed it and fed my comment addiction. Now he’s got his own web comic and a sidekick (forgive me, Flynn) but he still caters to his flock with sermons and discussions on religion, politics, cycling, kettle bells, parakeets and dodge ball. There isn’t anything you can’t talk to him about (he’s probably just taken a class in it – so watch out) and there isn’t much he’ll judge you for (with the exceptions of hypocrisy, cruelty and willful ignorance). Now the path of positive action he has been taking in his own life and chronicling on his blogs has found full voice with his post “No Whine Zone”.

Thank you, Linus aka His Sinfulness, The Black Pope aka Pontifex Niger aka Pater Major for being there from my first toddling steps into blogging, engaging me, motivating me, taking me into the flock, name dropping me on your podcasts and dispensing Karmic Justice for all the world to see. You are the only reason I would ever visit Wyoming and a fabulous blogger. Feel free to dispense this award at your Papal liesure…

Minion Reading List:
Black Vatican Web Comic
Ministry of Linus
No Whine Zone (the winning blog post)

Happy Monday: Mirembe Kawomera

Now, as most of you know I have two great liquid loves in my life – vodka and coffee. I’m also something of a small time activist in my own way. So I’m kicking myself that it took an article in Oprah’s magazine to introduce me to Mirembe Kawomera, or Delicious Peace Coffee. HOW did I not know about this???

In case you, like me, were unaware of this amazing co-op let me share their story with you:

“Mirembe Kawomera Coffee began with one man’s dream. In 2003, JJ Keki, a Ugandan coffee farmer, walked door to door asking his Jewish, Christian, and Muslim
neighbors to put aside old differences and come together. Their community of third and fourth generation coffee farmers was struggling to make a living off the low prices offered by the local market. With the assistance of Laura Wetzler from the US-based organization Kulanu, these Jewish, Christian and Muslim farmers formed a cooperative to build lasting prosperity in their villages and to spread a message of peace throughout the world. They named their coffee Mirembe Kawomera, which means, “Delicious Peace” in the Luganda language.

Now in 2008, the Peace Kawomera Cooperative has grown to over 750 members. Thanks to their collective effort, the farmers sell directly to Thanksgiving Coffee Company, and receive prices four times higher than what they were previously paid. This has enabled farmers to send their children to school, start savings accounts, and reinvest in their farms.” – from Mirembe

They’ve got light, dark and decaf coffee you can order online in whole bean, drip, french press, percolator and espresso AND it’s only 10.50 for 12 oz. OK, so that might be a little more than I’m paying for my Folgers BUT a hell of a lot less than I’m paying at Starbucks, so I’m in. (They also have gift baskets which would make great gift from a minion to a G…) I’ve also signed up for the newsletter and added the Mirembe Kawomera blog to my reading list so I’ll keep you guys caught up.

Most people look at major problems and say ‘it’s too big’ or ‘what can I do’? JJ said, ‘What do I have? I have coffee’, and set out to change his little corner of the world.

I think we should help him do it. I hope you’ll be inspired by him not only to buy, but also to ask yourself, ‘What do I have?’.

Wednesday, August 20

ain't too proud to beg

Ok minions – I am now officially swallowing my pride. Yeah – that tiny little bit that was left is gone.

Thing is that there are things I want to do: create a blog for my family and a newsletter, help out various causes with grant and proposal writing, start my own volunteer website, learn how to write code and design my own website, step this blog up writing and topic wise, and on, and on, and on.

The catch is that I don’t have a computer at home. I use the library and friends houses and sometimes work for my blogging. I love you guys and I love blogging so it’s worth it. I’m starting a new job soon, which should eventually bring in more $$$ to the House of G but for the next couple months I’ll keep my seat on the broke train.

With the new job I will not be able to blog as much (why oh why isn’t the library open later?!) and I can’t pony up the dough for a computer right now (or really until after the first of the year) so I’ve decided that if any of you guys feel like donating to The G Fund I will not try to stop you. In fact, I’ve set up a handy little Pay Pal button on my sidebar for donations.

Now if there’s someone out there with a computer they want to just mail me so that we can all be put out of our misery that would be cool too…

I’m just sayin…

Tuesday, August 19

thrusday's theme: wrong+funny=snark

Really, Some E Cards should pay me for this... oh well, bring the funny!