Finding the Divine in Difficult Places. Lessons about growing, learning and receiving as well as giving.

(photo credit Heather Mays, Triple Dog Dare Photography)
Life appears so stressful, so complicated, so scary, uncertain...and all the things the 25 HOUR A DAY (yes, it seems that way!) news channels throw at us.
Guilty as charged. I'm a fan, I like to be informed, I like to know what is going on around me, most of which of late, I do not enjoy. I'm not liking what they're throwing at me.
That said, I have to disengage and decompress and make a solid assessment of what I DO have in life that is "GOOD!"
I am alive. That is a great start.
I have wonderful friends, ones that I see often, others that I do not see often, but are so dear to my heart regardless of the miles.
I have an AMAZING family. I couldn't be more proud of the love, support and cheering on that they continually supply me with.
You don't get the HAPPY FAMILY stories on the 25 hour a day news networks. I think part of the business plan is to keep people in such a dither that it's addictive and keeps you coming back for more...and after they "have you," you get a daily dose of depression. Since when is that good?
The most recent story I want to share is one that shows "what friendship means." We don't know how or why paths cross with people. Some click, some are acquaintances and others touch your heart in such profound ways that just WOW you.
I was having "one of those days" on Saturday. It actually started on Friday, but I'll get to that in a bit. A lot was going on personally for me. In addition to my beloved Geordie being diagnosed with cancer, there were other things just mounting up that felt completely out of control. Now, I'm one of those who will smile and it would appear that all is right in Annie's little world. I show VERY little when anything is wrong unless I WANT you to know. I don't know if that's a good thing or a character flaw, but it's "me." I think a lot of that was ingrained in me from being a performer. "The show must go on." I could have been having THE worst day ever and when I step on a stage, the lights go up and it's all smiles, sunshine, jokes and "the stage Annie" goes to work. I've learned to deftly go in and out of those positions with ease. It's part of the job.
Back to Saturday...bad day. A really sucky day. My friend Heather who has become such a deep part of my heart has figured me out. (Doggone her!) She knew I'd just go into myself and work things out on my own. So do any of you readers ever do that? *the truth inserted here* A REALLY good friend drops what she may have planned and shows up, armed with love, support, plenty of things to talk about and determined I wouldn't be alone with my thoughts. She loved me enough to show up, say, "HEY. I'm here" and whatever you need, I'm with you. WOW. Not used to a lot of that. Also, the day before, she had gone ahead and planned, because she knew I would not ask, to take the day off work and accompany me to Geordie's second chemo treatment. Extra pairs of ears are essential in understanding his progress and what is happening in his treatment. In typical fashion, Heather had that day planned too. Armed with a cooler full of drinks and CHOCOLATE and other snacks,she arrived sometime after 6am and our day together began. She kept all the waiting hours busy doing "something" to pass the time, keeping my mind off worry and the next thing you know, it's time to return to North Carolina State University Veterinary Hospital to pick up Geordie from his treatment. WE HAD A BALL! I have no words to express the gratitude that I felt for someone being SO observant, looking past my quirks and saying, "Hey friend, I love you and this is how it's going to be." I followed her lead like my goats follow me with a feed bucket!
In "times like these," when we are fed the most incredible negative energy that I think this earth has ever experienced, it is beyond refreshing to have someone who comes into your heart and says, "I'm here for you" with actions, not just words.
America needs to reach back to those places of close families, close friends, sticking out the hard times, ALLOWING people to help you when you are in need, and demanding a simple life again.
I do think this can be accomplished, but it takes WORK. My friend WORKED out of sheer love to make two difficult days actually become HAPPY DAYS for me. That is remarkable.
People are busy, their problems are "more important," they have too much on their plates and there is so much fear. Americans have become, like myself, too "inward" as well.
As friends, as neighbors, as AMERICANS, do we allow LOVE to guide us? Or do we allow fear to paralyze us into zombies that just plod along through our gift of life?
I'm a "giver." I'd give anyone anything I have. Giving to others gives ME pleasure. I am also a hypocrite. I do not "receive" very well at all. (Remember? I told you, I'm conditioned to be Little Miss Susie Sunshine and never let 'em see me sweat.)
I'm re-thinking a lot of this. I was BLESSED for two days by someone who gave of herself and her time to help ME. Had I tried to hold a stiff upper lip, I would have DENIED my friend the very pleasure of helping someone in need. The very thing that I so much enjoy doing for others. Yin and Yang. It has to go both ways.
This has been a true eye-opening lesson for me.
We must be able to allow ourselves to give AND to receive. It cannot be out of balance of course, because that just defeats the entire purpose of living from a place of "love."
At 47, I continue to grow, to learn to accept the generosity of others and I am so grateful for these life lessons that continue to come to me.
In closing, what could have been two very bad days, were WONDERFUL days as a result of one observant friend who took the time to observe me, know me and love me enough to "save me from myself."
Challenge: Look around your world, your family, your friends...reach out of the comfort zones and DO something for someone. I promise, they will appreciate it and you both with be the benefactors of something beautiful.
Thank you Heather. Thank you to ALL of my friends...and if you need me, please just holler. I'll try to be observant too. Switch off the scary stuff, or at least keep up with events in increments...but do yourself and all those around you a favor and do some good deeds for others.
There's a quote I refer to often, "Be kind to everyone you meet because you never know what battles they are fighting." Take that literally because the eyes and the smiles we "see" on others many times do not reveal the truth what is going on INSIDE a human heart.
It takes a friend to be a friend.
Till next time,
Annie

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For the Love of a Dog. A story about Geordie the Border Collie.

I use this picture again and again of myself and my best friend Geordie. I figure he pretties the picture up considerably.
I have always been around dogs...lots of dogs. In fact, my first pet was on the scene before I was born. He was a Border Collie called Champ. Champ lived to the ripe old age of 17. My brother and I grew up with him.
Twelve years ago, Marah and I were on the search for a dog. She wanted a basset hound and the one we chose was not available when we went to get it. My eyes kept going back to an ad for "border collie puppies" and after the basset hound fell through, I called to inquire.
The lady said she had one pup left and they were going to keep him because he was the only red pup in the litter. Disappointed, I kept searching. The phone rang back in a short while and it was the lady with the border collie pup. She and her husband ran a sheep farm. She said the pup had a great disposition, but "didn't appear to want to work with the sheep" and they couldn't keep him. "He's full blooded," she said, "and you sounded like you really wanted him. Would $50 be too much?" I couldn't believe it! I accepted her kind offer and we had to wait 3 days to meet her near Franklin, TN. She was willing to deliver the puppy. At first sight, Marah said, "Mom! He's got eyes like Jordi in Star Trek!" And it stuck. I chose the spelling of Geordie because I liked it. Border Collies originated in an area on the border of Scotland and England. The folks who live there are called "Geordies." So, clearly, the name fit.
We have had 12 beautiful years with our faithful friend. He has experienced everything with us. As a puppy, when I had band rehearsals, he would lay in the floor of this great big room filled with musicians...and SLEEP! He romped and played with Marah, he rolled and tumbled with Wayne, and snuggled with us all when we needed extra love.
Geordie made his place in our family as "one of us."
Reality came crashing down recently as we had noticed that he was slowing down some. But then the next thing you know, he'd be running like a maniac, chasing goats, playing games with them and swimming in the pond. I just figured like any of us, as we age, we have great days and not so great days.
This past Saturday, Geordie had been with me to feed part of the livestock. It was hot, so I thought we'd do it in 2 feedings. I had been aware that the heat seemed to bother him more than usual. We came in and I started laundry. When that was done, I said, "Come on buddy! Let's go finish feeding." He didn't move. He just looked at me. I slapped my leg and said, "COME ON!" Nothing at all. No attempt to move. I realized something was wrong and it was bad. He seemed paralyzed. I called our vet and told her I was on my way with him. He could not stand or walk. I lifted him and carried him to my truck and we got to the vet. He was checked over and given IV fluids. There were a lot of nondescript symptoms. She gave me medicine for his heart because there appeared to be fluid and sent us home until Monday.
On Monday, we returned and xrays were taken. Geordie's heart was very enlarged, but the most shocking thing I have ever seen was that his abdomen was nearly full of a tumor! Things looked grim. The vet took the bloodwork and said she would call asap on Tuesday. With the catheter still in his leg, we came home. Wayne and I were terrified. What if this was Geordie's last night with us EVER? We didn't sleep a wink.
The vet called Tuesday morning, May 12, and said the bloodwork was surprisingly good. She added, "I've also had two surgery cancellations and I see this as a sign that we need to operate." She added, "It has to be soon." We knew what we had to do.
Trying to be strong, I rode in the back seat of Wayne's truck with Geordie. I held his head, stroked his back and told him over and over how much he means to us all and how we loved him. He was very still and very quiet. He barely moved. It was like he knew something was up and it was big.
Once we were at the vet, we were given plenty of time to be with Geordie while the surgical area was prepped. When the doctor came out, we all went into pre-op together and I asked if we could pray. Geordie was on the table and I knelt beside him. We were all in tears and we left our Geordie in the best hands possible.
The ride home was quiet. Wayne and I were numb. When we got home, I did EVERYTHING to keep busy. I even set about housework, trying to block negative thoughts as they tried to creep in. I HAVE TO STAY POSITIVE! I HAVE TO VISUALIZE HIM GETTING THROUGH THIS! Self-chastising helped pass my time as well.
When the call came, I said, "Wayne, I don't want to answer it. It's too soon! They can't be finished."
I finally answered the phone and one of the vet techs told me he was alive, he had come through the surgery and that the tumor was extremely large. The words "BOWLING BALL" and "LARGE CANTELOPE" had been used and she attested that indeed it was a frightening sight. The doctor later explained that the tumor was "angry" and that Geordie had precious little time before it actually 'blew.' She could not be sure that he would have made it to wait for surgery even one more day. He would have died a horrible death. I am so thankful that our vet followed her instincts and sent for us when she did, or this post might have been written from another sad perspective. I am certain that those two cancellations were indeed "THE SIGN" the vet spoke of and any loose cog in the wheel would have sent this story off on another track. In God's way and in God's time...we must be vigilant and listen in order to get the answers we seek in our prayers.
We were shocked to learn that if he improved as they felt he would, we could pick him up at 5:30 Tuesday evening! The doctor felt that Geordie would improve more quickly and respond better at home.
I figured I could vacuum and nearly have a clean house by then! Nerves are an excellent catalyst to getting your house clean! So, I worked like a maniac trying to pass the time.
When we arrived, the same vet tech who had called me earlier, came out and smiled. They had a surprise! Geordie WALKED OUT TO GREET US IN THE LOBBY! Tears flowed, he was groggy, but he WALKED to us! There were still a few things to be done, but we were welcomed to watch. They were busy removing the IV catheter, checking him over good and he was weighed.
Geordie had been weighing around 70 to 75 pounds in the past few months. By Monday, after the fluid removal, he was down to 60.5 pounds.
Today, after the tumor removal, he weighed a sleek 55.5 pounds. Our Geordie had been carrying a 5 pound tumor in his abdomen and as the doctor put it, kept it well hidden for a long time. He had several check ups prior to this episode and it simply didn't show up.
The point of this post? It's for me. I love that dog beyond words. He is my best friend. I'm sure anyone who reads this and has a pet can relate. Dogs have a way of marking a place in your heart that no one or nothing else can ever touch. It's theirs...and solely theirs.
My family swears I love Geordie more than them. And if I'm being a pain in the rear, I have been known to agree on that.
Geordie and I have shared EVERYTHING. He's the best secret keeper in the world. When we laugh, he's right there to romp all over us. When we celebrate, he's right in the middle of the celebration. When we cry, he's right there, sitting quietly, assuring us that things will be ok. He is our unwaivering, constant companion.
He is at home, surgery is over and now we wait for the pathology report. But he is alive and HOME. That is what is most important as I type this post.
Another interesting bit of Geordie info is that when we got Geordie as a pup, I had no idea until I looked at his papers that we share the same birth date. May 16 is OUR DAY.
God willing, we will share this birthday coming up in just a few days.
Having Geordie with me after this ordeal is the best gift I could ever dream of. Having Geordie in general is the best gift I could ever dream of.
Our pets are truly our friends. God gave us a means to have a loyal companion without all the messes that we humans make. Dogs keep things simple. They don't demand a thing and give more love that we can ever give back. They teach us how to TRULY forgive... and just forget! They don't hold grudges and even those poor souls that have been mistreated find a way to love again. We should all be like dogs in that way.
So, this is a post for me to pour my heart out, to rejoice and to celebrate my love for one very special dog, Geordie.
I love you boy and I'm so thankful you are back home with me tonight.
(I wonder how comfortable I'm going to be sleeping on his bed beside him tonight? I wouldn't have it any other way.)
Love your pets...and always remember just how much they love you.
Till next time,
Annie

Reinventing the Wheel...Or Not. Wise Words for the Times from Thomas Edison.

Be courageous. I have seen many depressions in business. Always America has emerged from these stronger and more prosperous. Be brave as your fathers before you. Have faith! Go forward!

~ Thomas A. Edison

I came across this quote and it struck me that there is truly no way to reinvent the wheel any more than there is anything new under the sun.
Lately, everything around us is negative. The news is bleak, if not down right depressing. Seldom do we hear of happy news, good news or anything uplifting. The news folks are right there to scare the daylights out of us warning of recessions, pandemics, political discord and changes that are making our country, if not our way of life, unrecognizable.
However, when I read the words of our forefathers, I see that none of this is new. We have a barrage of frightening information thrown at us, should we choose to be fed so-called news twenty-four hours a day.
We should try stepping away, turning off the noise, spending time doing things we love and making a point to find enjoyment, even in the midst of seemingly perilous times.
Tuning out isn't a bad thing. It doesn't mean that you don't care about what's going on in the world. It simply means that you care about yourself and your life the most.
Separating yourself from "all things worldly" on a regular basis is healthy. It's fine to keep your finger on the pulse of the times, but allowing the unrest of all that is considered newsworthy shouldn't become the basis of your existence.
Like anything, balance is the key. Stay alert, stay informed, and stay aware, but remember to LIVE in the midst of it all!
As Thomas Edison said in his quote above, "Be brave as your fathers before you. Have faith! Go forward!" Remember... all this junk we're being fed at every angle is nothing new. If those before us survived the struggles of building this great country, we'll all be just fine!
We just can't forget the most important part of the quote..."have faith." And I will close in adding my own addendum to the Edison quote..."Have faith, even among those who are faithless."
Till next time,
Annie

Coming Full Circle...

I'm sure that everyone using Facebook can relate to this post...I was thinking this evening about how great it has been to reconnect with old friends via Facebook. For me, it's be such a joy.
I'm not one of those folks who fills up my friends list with names. Every single person is someone I know and care deeply about. I have re-connected with old friends that never ever left my heart, no matter how many years, how many miles and how much time had passed. So, I have to say that Facebook is a gift and a blessing for me.
Today, I had a phone call from an old friend that I have always adored. Over the years, I wondered about her, hoped she was well and happy and recalled such great memories that we shared.
When the phone rang today, a voice said, "Do you know who this is?" By the time she got to the word 'know,' I was saying, "Of course I do!" We talked just like we had never missed a beat. The years and the miles vanished and it was beautiful.
There are other friends that I've spent a lot of my younger years with that I have reconnected with on Facebook. I can see their (nearly grown now!) children, learn about their interests and catch up at my own pace and without the rush of life hurrying me along.
I don't know about all of you, but for me, it's just amazing.
The most beautiful part is that all my friends both old and new are willing to share their lives with me as well. I appreciate the time you take in doing so Friends.
In this day and time, 'friends' in the REAL sense of the word are a rare commodity. Seeing you all in this format reminds me of all that you mean to me, how much I love you all and just how truly rich my life has been and continues to be.
Thank you for being on the journey with me. I'm thrilled to be a part of each of your lives.
Till next time,
Annie

Life...With All Its Twists and Turns

On Friday, I got a call from my son-in-law. He told me that a student in my daughter's class was killed, along with her father in a car crash. They were on their way to school. I was in such pain for my daughter. She graduated from college last spring and is currently in student teaching to obtain her license to teach in public schools.
I am guessing that it would be such a painful shock for even veteran teachers to lose a student. But, I found it especially difficult for Marah because she is so new, has such hope and such vision for education. This was a tremendous blow of reality to the core of her being. I called on two close friends who have been in education for many years, one who has faced the death of students as she is in special education. Her husband, retired from guidance and counseling at a public school level, as well as college. As a parent, I learned that no matter how 'old' our children are, there will always be times that we do not have answers. Parenthood is also a process that never stops. Marah will learn in her own way to deal with this loss and we pray for the family who lost a father and a daughter in one horrifying accident.
As the weekend progressed, however, I focused on the value of those around me. I thought about family, the frailty of life and how life is a series of twists, turns and uncertainties. We must be ready to face them at any moment.
On Saturday, I spent time with an old friend that I have known and adored since childhood. On Sunday, I spent time with a knew friend that I have also grown to adore. The basic theme in my heart was to count blessings...for family, for friends, for pets, for those in need and to be grateful for even the seemingly smallest of things. I do not know what tomorrow holds for me or those I love. As I close this weekend, I am thankful. I am blessed and I ask God to give His peace and comfort to the family, friends and students who loved the father and daughter who died on Friday.
As I start a new week, I will try to keep this same perspective and know that every second is sacred...and I will try to make them all count.
I appreciate all of you who read this...and you all have a space of your own in my heart.
Be safe, be awake in your own lives and know that you are loved. And it wouldn't hurt to tell those who love you that you love them too.

How to Make Sure Your Heart is Beating...

I started my usual bedtime routine tonight and got to the part of the ritual where I make sure all the indoor residents are accounted for. W was already asleep, Geordie was on his nite-nite and Izzy was following me. No Tripod. Occasionally, we go through this and will find Poddy curled up in a ball, sleeping soundly. One other occasion, after tearing the entire house apart, I started the umpteenth wave of throwing everything out of everything and found him fast asleep in the back of my closet behind some shoe boxes. So tonight, that's the first thing I did. Then I got panicky. We had been going in and out of the house bringing in trim. Could he have slipped out and was hidden somewhere? I got the spot light, combed everything. I got on the ATV and rode all over the farm looking for him. Saw nothing but deer grazing. I stirred up all the dogs, had the cows mooing, goats up and roaming around. Me calling "TRIIIIPOD!!!" echoed through the woods. I felt sick to my stomach. Tripod only has 3 legs. He has no claws and is totally defenseless. This was bad. I fought back tears as I started to feel an even sicker feeling. I came back, went through the house again. No sign of him in any box, closet, or hiding place. I shook the food bag. I clanged dishes. Nothing. I went back outside and checked all the ditch drains, the fish house, the "Bat Cave" where we store farm equipment. Maybe he was hiding there till morning. Not a sound. I came home ready to wake up Wayne and tell him what was going on. I really didn't want to wake him, as we have a long day tomorrow. I sat down at the end of my chaise lounge and just hung my head. I was at a loss. Izzy was at my feet staring up. He knew something was terribly wrong with me. Looking down and wondering what to do next, I thought I felt something move against my leg. I saw a lump under the blanket. NO WAY! SURELY HE WOULDN'T BE ASLEEP UNDERNEATH A HEAVY BLANKET! I jerked it back and Tripod looked at me as if to say WHO TURNED ON THE LIGHTS IN MY EYES?!? I flopped onto the floor and hugged him up tightly. Izzy was slinking and purring all around him. Once again, Tripod was "found" in the most unlikely of places. I was so thankful. I'm now trying to get rid of the sick feeling, the adrenaline rush and the fear. I am grateful that my nest is together and we can all sleep well tonight. W, Geordie and most of all PODDY have no idea what Izzy and I went through tonight. Now the outside crew can go back to sleep, the cows can stop mooing, we are all safe and all is well. This is for sure-Life is NEVER, EVER boring around here! For that, I am thankful. Memories are made, even in the seemingly scariest of times. A little scare is okay when things work out just fine.
It keeps our hearts in check, says I.
Till next time,
Annie

And The Winners Are....My Favorite Super Bowl Commercials.

FAVORITE NUMBER ONE:
The Pedigree Commercial! "Get A Dog"


FAVORITE NUMBER TWO:
And a close second was the Pepsi Max commercial called "I'm Good."
This was so funny because it wasn't too far from the truth!


MY RUNNER-UP WINNER:
And as a runner up, Bridgestone Tires "Mr and Mrs. Potato Head." I thought this was a cute spot. Didn't we all have a Mr. Potato Head as kids? For reasons of nostalgia, this commercial got a 'memory lane,' warm fuzzy runner-up pick!


The game was great, but I found the commercials a little lackluster this year overall, but the ones that stood out to me, really stood out. We had a great time, however, eating, talking, pulling for our team and enjoying a wonderful Super Bowl Sunday.

Another highlight of the day was THE PUPPY BOWL! It was great fun this year! It's always fun, but this year, I was quite ready for number 5. It's a couple of hourse of sheer puppy cuteness! Now, honestly, how can you go wrong with that?

Here's hoping that you had a great time watching the Super Bowl...or at least the PUPPY BOWL! It's a fun time to spend relaxing at home or with family and friends. The way I see it, ANYTIME is a great time to be with those we love!

Till next time,
Annie

Upside Down Story of Christmas-A Great Message All Year Through!

A friend of mine sent a link to this video today. I watched and initially scratched my head at the message, but since I was instructed to watch all the way to the end, I did.
What a creative and interesting presentation! I knew I wanted to share it on my blog and as I hoped, good ol' You Tube had it ready and waiting!
Initially, I wished I had known about it before the Christmas Holidays so that I could have shared it during the season. But then again... it's so nice to think that we can indeed share the story, the message and in fact the meaning of Christmas the whole year through. We don't have to keep "Christmas" bound in a pretty package only during the month of December.
Enjoy...and if you feel upside down, remember God is right there waiting to turn things RIGHT SIDE UP again.
Just ask. He's always listening.
Till next time,
Annie

I Wonder If I Will Ever Learn to "Talk Right"...Is the media now trying to dictate even how we speak? You Betcha!

(Or my alternate title for this post could be "Is American English Still Spoken Here?")

Only those who attended Ivy League Schools and have specific last names are "expected" to speak correctly. The rest of us, the kind and compassionate media simply takes pity, because we're just...not special! Truthfully, I can't say that I know anyone that attended an Ivy League school. If I do, I've clearly forgotten. GASP!
Not only does the media think they can control the entire United States, they now are trying to move us, kicking and screaming in my case, away from American English and our own tried and true ways of speaking it.
Here's an article I came across tonight written by Barbara Wallraff of The Atlantic monthly.
Ok, ok, ok...the title of this post is laden with humor but...let's talk about a little something that "the media" doesn't want us to.
Class warfare. They love to use it, but it's a secret!
I figured as much with regard to Sarah Palin. It travels in every little condescending circle. If you can't find any way to trash someone, attack their background...and smear the victim publicly. This is wrong and sends a terrible message, especially to women. "You should expect more" because Caroline happens to be a Kennedy? How silly. Sarah Palin, like her or not has done amazing things and she came from humble roots. Being your best and rising higher was once honored. Now, it's used by the media as a means of assault. Ridiculous? I think so. More emphasis is placed on the contestants of American Idol than in preventing the annihilation of American culture.
NEWS FLASH! We are NOT European! Wasn't there a little tea party that made quite a splash? Don't we celebrate the 4th of July for a reason? (Not simply because it's hot in July and a good date for a parade!)
Next, I'll fuss about using the British way of speaking, instead of tried and true American English. ("an historic event" versus "A historic event" and "the media IS" versus "the media ARE.")
It's getting way out of control folks. Are we perhaps getting too much input into our lives and our government from the media?
I wonder. Now, they're rewriting American English language and grammar...which I thought I had a pretty good command of until recently.
I posted the article below...and gee, I hope I did that correctly. What the heck, I'm going to live dangerously and not spell check or proof this post. WOWWY! (isn't that a word too? uhhhmmm...you know, I think it may be!)


No, Caroline, we don't know. (Barbara Wallraff)
04 Jan 2009 06:24 pm

I have no opinion -- none at all -- about whether Caroline Kennedy would make a good senator. But for someone with a law degree and now political aspirations, she's astonishingly ill-spoken.

It's not necessarily admirable in consumers of political rhetoric like me that we focus more readily on "um"s and "you know"s than on what the person is saying. But we do, and it's no surprise that we do -- English teachers and speech coaches have been making this point forever.

I never whaled on Sarah Palin for the way she talks, because there isn't much reason to suppose she could do better. She doesn't have a fancy education, and she doesn't come from a place that's world-renowned for its intellectual life. But Kennedy is a different story. She has the best education money can buy and every possible reason to know what accomplished public speaking sounds like. And she still sounds like a dope, because of those "um"s and "you know's."

(end of Wallriff post, assuming readers will not figure it out on their own. That's also a little perk the MSM gives us! They tell us how to read and comprehend too. I thought I'd try it, just this once.)

***As for "whaling on Sarah Palin" and "not expecting her to DO BETTER," I'll say one word. Stunning. What happened to colorful American language? What happened to 'local speak' that adds so much interest to different dialects? To essentially call Palin stupid because she did not attend an Ivy League school is, in itself, ignorance. To make fun of a perfectly wonderful way of speaking is ghastly. (I thought liberals didn't judge anyone and had full claim on "compassion.") Somehow, I don't see Sarah Palin as needing the compassion of the US media. (And you can bet your bottom dollar that if I were stranded somewhere, I'd want Sarah Palin on MY side...and not some media geek.)

Had Sarah Palin been "Sarah Kennedy," or had she been selected on the democratic ticket, she'd have been the most grand thing since sliced bread! Her folksy speech and mannerisms would have been lauded as "precious!"
Had she been a part of the elite "in crowd" she would have wow'd the liberal media to their trembling knees.

Class bias?

To quote a former Veep nominee...
"YOU BETCHA!"

I do not even recognize this country anymore.