Ain’t no such thing as a homeless playah.

Lest you fear I’ve fallen off the face of the earth, I thought I’d better check in with you. I’ve been trying to get chores done around the house and I’m working on two pretty big posts but they’re not quite done cookin’ yet.

A quick story for you.

So, for those of you who don’t know, my husband works at a Mission/Shelter. They serve meals, have a food pantry, and help people with any problems that they can. The coffee’s always on, and there’s always someone to talk with. Anyone who walks through the door with a problem gets some lovin’ and help getting through their crisis.

They’re there to help people who have just gotten out of jail, people who have just come into town with no family or friends to help get them on their feet, people who are in poverty and have food stamps run out before the month is over. They’re there for people who have nowhere else to turn, and are at the end of their rope. If the Mission can’t help you, they’ll point you in the right direction of someone who can. If nothing else, you get loved on and prayed for.

They also have a clothes closet for people who have that need. Guys come in and say they just got a construction job but don’t have work boots or gloves. Folks who live under a bridge and need some more layers. Hunky always makes me laugh when he talks about the guy who comes in every once in a while and says, “Tom, Ah need me some drawhs an’ some socks. You needah find me some drawhs an’ some socks.”

For the most part, the people who are given clothes really need them and are very grateful. Every once in a while, Hunky’ll get the guy who comes in and says, “Ah need me a coat.” and when he’s shown what they have in his size, he says, “Ah cain’t wear dat. I’m’a playah.”

Which begs the question, “How you be a playah when you be gettin’ free stuff from the mission cuz you cain’t buy it.”

(And you better not flame on me for that, because that’s a quote from the biggest darkest black man I ever did meet. He works there with Hunky, and he likes me, and he’ll kick your ass.)

But, for the most part, it’s all good.

So after the election, someone donated 300 t-shirts that say “VICTORY McCAIN * PALIN” rilly rilly big across the chest.

Hunky says no one has said, “I cain’t wear dat”, but they have said, “Do you maybe have a different t-shirt in my size?”

A month later, the Mission still has the majority of those t-shirts.

Homeless and poverty-stricken people won’t take them.

An’ that’s all I have to say about that.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Fo’ sho’.

Don’t base your vote on how many Obama or McCain yard signs are in your neighborhood. Kthxbai.

PLEASE VOTE. Brave men and women in uniform have bled and died to give you this privilege.

Barack Obama’s issues page

John McCain’s issues page


This election season, I am so amazed at how many people were actively involved in researching their candidates. This election held many firsts for me; first time I watched the DNC and the RNC, first time I watched the debates, first time I didn’t vote straight party, and the first time I voted Democrat. And it’ll probably be the first time I stay up to watch all the numbers come in at the end of the election.

Lookit me, all growin’ up an’ stuff!

‘Bout damned time.

Sign o’ the times

Just a quick post, I know you’re about to fall over to see me blogging on a Sunday. But.

Yesterday we went out to Hunky’s Mom’s house to celebrate a couple family birthdays. When we walked in, the first thing we saw was this…


This means YOU, bub.


Do NOT test her on this. She WILL beat you with Hot Wheels track.

I love that she had to do that. It makes me proud of our family.

Later, we were discussing music and I went to
Google some lyrics real quick to figure out the name of a song.081025_203746.jpg
Have I mentioned that my dog has some serious attachment issues?

VERY SERIOUS attachment issues.
Perhaps, Certainly, some separation anxiety as well.

Then the boys and their cousin tried to take on the old man.
Elli and Cindy get all kinds of worried when they ‘wrassle’.
You can imagine the noise and the house shaking.

If you’ll excuse me, I need to go apply some Ben-Gay to my husband’s back. *pointed look*

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. (Oh my gosh, what IS that SMELL?!)

If I opened my mind any more, my brains would fall right out on the floor.

I’m getting so tired of the political emails flying around with Lies and Opinions dressed for the Halloween party as Facts. I’m going to make an inbox rule: all emails with either “McCain” or “Obama” in them will go directly to a folder named “Shuddup and Bite Me.”

Seriously, how can anyone at this stage in the game send an email that accuses Obama of being a no-birth-certificate-havin’ Muslim baby-killer? *cringes at the search engine traffic that will surely ensue*

HunkyDory tries to keep things light, yet indulges in serious conversation, too.

Dory: 10:49
Hunky: 5:19  Where you is Woman?!
Dory: 5:19  (Autoreply) Out and about running errands… might be driving; might not… IM me to see
Hunky: 6:32  i need this:
Dory: 6:33  *orders right away* finally, an answer to our prayers for more comfortable instances of marital union
Hunky: 6:43 I am pro-life, and will always be pro-life. But I refuse to be held captive by mis-definitions which hold “pro-life” to be merely the protection of the unborn. Community — loving one’s neighbor — is in the Christian sense something that has no boundaries. I am responsible for my neighbor, whomever that neighbor may be. And while I will not say “a Christian cannot vote for Candidate X”, I will say that to fail to think through some of these issues very, very carefully before repeating as biblical the boilerplate of Carl Rove / John McBush is singularly non-discerning. And I think that I, too, have the Spirit of God.~ Jon
Hunky: 6:43  Jon Trotter
Hunky: 6:43  I like that definition
Dory: 6:43  very eloquent
Hunky: 6:44  Meanwhile, the Supreme Court since 1980 (when the Repubs took over and — except for the Clinton era — kept the White House, has not made any significant change to Roe v. Wade.
Further, if Roe were “flipped,” what we’d have then is a state by state ruling on abortion. Likely outcome, not radically different than what we have now, except for a few states whom would outlaw it.
Further yet, the term “Pro-life” is one which only has staying power if as a culture we make as extravagant an effort on behalf of born children and their single mothers as we’re making for the unborn children. Republicans are astonishingly obtuse on this point, as are many Evangelicals. “Don’t use my tax money to help that mother financially!” Oh, but do make sure she has the baby, despite having no support structure around her to even care for herself, much less raise the child? Hypocrisy.
Hunky: 6:44  That came before
Hunky: 6:47  That’s not what Republicans believe and as the Republicans go, so goes the Christian Right
Dory: 6:48  “Christian” and “Democrat” are not mutually exclusive, as much as the church would like them to be.
Hunky: 6:55  Actually it might be as much as the Republicans might like them to be mutually exclusive.

My name is Dory, and I approve this IM.

I welcome your comments; heck, sometimes I beg for your comments. But if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. Don’t be a jackass, please.

Don’t be that guy.

Nobody likes that guy.

Maybe Josh Lyman would show up. Brandy has dibs.

City Girl put this up and then through the magic of The Innernets, I kissed her full on the mouth from across the country. Hunky and I have made it through the middle of the 7th season and then we started over again to uncharacteristically practice delayed gratification. City Girl, Brandy, and me need to get together for a West Wing slumber party. Oh, there would be wobbly pop, you bet yer ass there would. And Hunky says he would be hiding in the closet with a digital camcorder.

Non-partisan and brilliant!

I was literally cheering at my computer. Link courtesy of Miss Britt

I apologize to my d/hoh people; it is not captioned. I was able to understand quite a bit when I turned the volume way up. If anyone knows of a transcript to this, please let me know and I’ll add it.

It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma; but perhaps there is a donkey.*

I’ve never really dug politics. In general, politics makes me feel stupid, when I know I am not. It doesn’t help having an incredibly smart opinionated husband (yes, I am biased, thanks for athking!) bolstered by an $18,000 a year education going off on a 20 minute rant carefully constructed monologue, of which I recognized all the words he was using, but they made no sense in that particular order. Kind of like when you order something that has some assembly required. But you open up the instructions, and it’s obvious that it’s been through a few translations on the way back to English. Because obviously, what part of “Lean screw tab for to in bracket slowerly SLOT A adjacent quick in for the TAB B except nut through for to shelf can washer toward construct missing” do you not understand?

Which, BTW? The twitters all through the DNC? All me. The twitters through the RNC? Not all me. While I was out shopping stimulating the economy, he hijacked my twitter.

Anyway, this election year, I’m really trying to GET IT. I really want to understand why I chose the candidate I did, and be able to back up my choice with a more intelligent argument than “BECAUSE… shuddup.”

Because politics and smart choices and cheesy online quizzes all go together sooo smartly…

Way earlier this year, I regaled you with my grape-scented list.

Then I took this.

Your Political Profile:

Overall: 60% Conservative, 40% Liberal

Social Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal

Personal Responsibility: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal

Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal

You see why I have more homework to do?

I can’t wait to watch the McCain/OBama debates.

[we pause a moment for those who know Dory to pick up their dropped jaws off the floor in amazement at that last statement]

I’ve never cared this much about politics in all my life. Who is that chick in the mirror?

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Don’t slip on the confetti.

*This is a play on the quote by Winston Churchill