The Election

I don't usually get political in my posts, but I have to do one thing before the election coming up. It is important to vote and vote for who you believe will do the best for this country. I found a website recently, and wanted to post what someone who states they have worked for the Obama campaign. Take it for what it is worth, and vote November 4th.


Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Another Anecdote

From the comments at HillBuzz Sara P speaks

Ok, I want to clear my conscious a little. Hopefully you could make a blog post to help some fellow clinton supporters out.

I work for a campaign and can’t wait for this week to be over.

I was doing it for a job. I was not a fan of any candidate but over time grew to love HRC.

The internal campaign idea is to twist, distort, humiliate and finally dispirit you.

We pay people and organize people to go to all the online sites and “play the part of a clinton or mccain supporter who just switched our support for obama”

We do this to stifle your motivation and to destroy your confidence.

We did this the whole primary and it worked.

Sprinkle in mass vote confusion and it becomes bewildering. Most people lose patience and just give up on their support of a candidate and decide to just block out tv, news, websites, etc.

This surprisingly has had a huge suppressing movement and vote turnout issues.

Next, we infiltrate all the blogs and all the youtube videos and overwhelm the voting, the comments, etc. All to continue this appearance of overwhelming world support.

People makes posts to the effect that the world has “gone mad”

Thats the intention. To make you feel stressed and crazy and feel like the world is ending.

We have also had quite a hand in skewing many many polls, some we couldn’t control as much as we would have liked. But many we have spoiled over. Just enough to make real clear politics look scarey to a mccain supporter. Its worked, alough the goal was to appear 13-15 points ahead.

see, the results have been working. People tend to support a winner, go with the flow, become “sheeple”

The polls are roughly 3-5 points in favor of Barack. Thats due to our inflation of the polls and pulling in the sheeple.

Our donors, are the same people who finance the MSM. Their interests are tied, Barack then tends to come across as teflon. Nothing sticks. And trust, there were meetings with Fox news. The goal was to blunt them as much as possible. Watch Bill Oreilly he has become much more diplomatic and “fair and balanced” and soft. Its because he wants to retain the #1 spot on cable news and to do that he has to have access to the Obama campaign and we worked hard at stringing him a long and keeping him soft for an interview swap. It worked and now he is anticipating more access. So he is playing it still soft.

This is why nothing sticks.

The operation is massive, the goal is to paint a picture that is that of a winner, regardless of the results.

There is no true inauguration draft or true grant park construction going on. There will be a party, but we are boasting beyond the truth to make it seem like the election is wrapped up.

Our goal is to continue to make you lose your moral. We worked hard at persuasion and paying off and timing and playing the right political numbers to get key republican endorsements to make it seem even more like it was over and the world was coming to an end for you all.

There is a huge staff of people working around the clock, watching every site, blogs, etc. We flood these sites. We have had a goal to overwhelm.

The truth is here. I could go on and on, but you get the picture.

I am saying this because I know HRC was better for the country, and now realize this. I was too late by the time I connected to her. To me Barack was just a cool young dude that seemed like a star. I didn’t know him or his policies, but now I understand more than I care to and I realize his interests are more for him, and the DNC and all working like puppets with dean. I always thought a president wanted the better good for the country. The end result I see is everyone dependent on the government, this means more and more people voting for the DNC. This means the future is forever altered. I don’t see this as america, so I am now supporting John Mccain.

Sarah Palin is a huge threat, and our campaign has feared her like you can’t imagine. If it seems unfair how she has been treated, well its because she has had a team working round the clock to make her look like a fool.

this is a big conspiracy and I am so shocked that its not realized.

We released a little blurb the other day that the Obama campaign was already working on reelection and now putting our efforts towards 2012. This was to make it seem like it was above us to continue caring about 2008. Trust me, its a lie. David is very smart, but its a sticky ugly not very truthful kind of intelligence.

Its not over yet, but I think the machine is working. And its a hill to climb.

I will be quitting my post on nov 5th and my vote will be for John Mccain. Fortunately, my position has been a marketing position and I don’t feel I had any part of anything I would feel guilty for. But I look forward to getting out of this as the negativity and environment upsets me.

I wish you all well, and goodluck.

PS my name is not really sarah. but I am a female and I understand your plight.
There is only one answer to efforts like these:


Don't give it to him. Make him steal it.

An Affair of the Heart

A couple of years ago, Richard and I were hitting a rough patch in our marriage. He was attending school, and I was starting a management position. We were both extremely stressed out, and took it out on each other. I did the one thing I worked really hard at trying to change about myself. I became unbearable to live with, and I wanted out.

I believed at the time, it was too hard for me to care for myself, and my family. I told Richard I wanted out, and it was too much.

The one good thing about the whole experience was, Richard and I were civil to each other, and never fought in front of Will. Unfortunately, that was about the only good thing happening between us. We fought and discussed ending our marriage for about a week, then something significant happened to me.

I had a very strange dream, like one I have never had before, and probably will never have again.

It started with our next door neighbor. I dreamed she died and a single woman moved in to her house. She loved animals and she worked and had some exotic animals at her house. My son, wanting to see them, would prod my husband into going over there and looking at her animals. Richard feel in love with her, and he never strayed, but in my dream he stopped loving me.

The funny thing about this woman, was she wasn't stunningly beautiful, or especially young. The only thing she had going for her that won my husband over was, she was nice. She was the one thing I wasn't, and because of that my husband preferred her to me.

I awoke suddenly, and heard a voice saying; "is that what you want"?

That night I told Richard, I never wanted to leave, and I started changing my attitude.

I would love to say, I never think about leaving or get irritated about our situation, but I have learned not express everything I think and feel. The one thing I tell myself often is, no matter how hard things are for me, it must be worse for Richard. The honest truth is, I love Richard and no matter how many times I wish or want something more, and better, my heart is tied to him. So with him, I will stay.

I turned my head away

I took my son to a Primary activity day, a couple of weeks ago. I also found out an interesting thing about me. I am a wimp, when it comes to Will.

Will loves Primary, but has not had much experience interacting with a lot of kids. When we came to the park, he clung to me and would not let me go. Several times, I got down on his level and told him, he would be o.k. Go and play, I would tell him, and he would not budge.

Every time I was speaking to him and telling him everything would be all right, I turned my head away and match his tears. I could not, and would not let him know how much it hurt me to see him scared. I would force myself to look at him in the eye and give a huge smile.

I will never let my son, see me struggle with his trials. I will always be the rock he needs for support. I see my future with my son, and I am going to turn my head, many, many times.

Salt of the Earth

Many years ago, I was having Sunday afternoon dinner, with a friend I did not know very well. As we were discussing different things, she made the comment, "Wow, it is so good to be with people who are the salt of the earth". I did not know what to make of the comment, it wasn't something I had ever heard before.

I have never considered myself the "Salt of the Earth" person, but the more I have thought about it, maybe I should.

In my experience, I have talked to many different people, that would say one thing to your face, and another behind your back.

I have one group of friends that would be amazed at my ability to tell people exactly what I think. They call me brazen or brash, or whatever other adjective that would describe me as bold.

It's funny because I don't feel brave or bold, actually just the opposite.

I believe people should hear the truth, especially when they ask for my opinion about things. I think I have learned how to say things without being offensive, but sometimes being offensive is what is needed.

I have a friend that is currently living with her boyfriend, because she doesn't think marriage is the answer. When the subject comes up, I feel compelled to tell her the truth, not pacify her to make her feel better about her choices. I have told her in the past, she needs to be married, if for no other reason then to protect herself. If you don't have the legal document to protect yourself, you leave yourself open to be taken advantage of.

That is just one example of how I view friendship. It is telling the person you are with the truth at all times. Now, I am not saying, I would walk up to anyone and let them know how ugly they look today, just to tell them the truth. I will though, have the compassion to tell them the things they need to hear, not just want to hear.

I get along with many people, but have very few friends. I wouldn't change a thing though, it is me I have to live with and look in the mirror every day. If that what "Salt of the Earth" means then, I guess I am.

Like them more than you love them.

I have been thinking for a while about what great philosophy I should expound on now. The one thing that has been running through my mind, is how important friendship is to a marriage.

Richard and I met almost 6 years ago, on Match.com. I was living in Utah at the time, and in the same city Richard was in as well. I was registered online for about 6 months before he sent me an email. I had met some interesting people and been on a few dates, but nothing serious. Richard on the other hand, had been dating online for a couple of years.

When he sent me that first email, I was interested, but had just been on a blind date a few days before. I was a little bit infatuated with the guy I went out with, but I decided to answer Richard back. I didn't know where the other guy stood, and I have always believed you need to meet all kinds of people when you are single. Richard and I emailed each other for a few weeks, when he decided to call me.

I still remember vividly the first conversation we had. It really wasn't a conversation, it was more like Richard was talking and I was listening for 30 minuets. I can remember hanging up the phone and thinking to myself, what a dork. He had said at the end of the one sided conversation, I sounded interesting and he wanted to meet me. I didn't want to seem rude, so I agreed to meet him at a restaurant in town. I knew then I probably wasn't going to meet him. I was tired of being rejected, and I had never had a serious relationship.

I met a friend of mine the night I was to meet Richard, and I mentioned how I had ruined my chances with a nerd I met over the Internet. I did send him an email before that night, but he didn't get it, and he went to meet me. When I came home I read my email and he let me know he had been stood up, and he would call me the next night.

I remember the next night, it was around 9:30 and I thought to myself he wasn't going to call, but he did. I don't know what changed, but we started talking and we just couldn't stop. I was happy I had found someone that shared my interests, and we talked until about 3:30 in the morning. I don't think I thought much about it, other than I wanted to talk to him some more.

The next two nights we talked some, and then I moved to California, and we had never met face to face. We continued to talk, and it became pretty clear the relationship was serious. We were married within 4 months of meeting each other over the Internet.

I have often found myself in conversations with married and single people alike. The one question many people have for me is, how did you know you really wanted to marry Richard? The only answer I have ever given is this; marry someone you like more than you love, love will get you married, but like will keep you there.

It is different than being each other's best friend, it is being crazy in like with the person you happen to love.

My Neighbor

People either love or hate the neighborhood they live in. When I was little the neighborhood I grew up with had an aging population. There were not many children to play with, but there were plenty of senior citizens. I did know not anything different than what I had, and I liked my neighbors. The way I saw it, I had a lot of grandparents around.

When Richard and I were first married, we lived in a neighborhood that was great. Most people had young children and were around our age. The funny thing about that neighborhood, was, I felt out of place. I felt as though people were trying to keep up with the Joneses and that has never been my style.

Three years ago we moved south to Sanpete county, and found a quaint little neighborhood, with one special neighbor.

She lives right next to us and has been a widow for sometime. Every year she grows a little garden, and every year she insists we raid it. She has told me while we are in church, what we can dig up. Of course, Richard and I never go into her garden, and she eventually comes to our house with a variety of different vegetables.

She asked Richard if he would mow a part of her lawn, during the summer, and of course she brought over a jar full of quarters and a gallon of gas to fill up the mower.

I have told Richard when she dies, we will move until we find a house that's next to neighbor with a little old lady willing to share her garden. She claims she doesn't believe she is a very good neighbor, but she will never know how good her vegetables are for our family, and how good she is for our souls.

Grandparents

Many years ago, long before I knew anyone with the last name of Burrows. I was sitting in church one warm spring day. I had a very thoughtful Bishop. He wanted to know there was such a thing as Grandparents Day. He had assigned 3 speakers, two were grandparents and one was a younger member of the church. As the younger speaker was giving his talk, he stated something I have never forgotten. He remarked there is a special bond between grandparents and grandchild, for they have a common enemy. I have never forgotten that saying.

When I became a mom, I was talking to my father-in-law and I repeated the statement to him. He was quick to disagree. He did not think he could ever be an enemy to his son, or me. As my son has gotten older and into more trouble, I have found if I am disciplining Will and my father-in-law is around, there is trouble. He will make excuses and even say it was his fault not Will's. A phrase he has often said is "He is fine, he can do whatever he wants".

Many times he has stated this, and I will glare at him and just say, "COMMON ENEMY", and my father-in-law will just smile and duck his head a bit, for he hates to admit I am right. So here is to grandparents, love your enemies.

Saturday Afternoon

I've been tagged- Husband style

1. What is his name? Richard Earl

2. Who eats more? I Do

3. Who said "I love you" first? Me. I said it so causually he repeated it, and wondered how I tricked him in to saying it.

4. Who is taller? Him

5. Who is smarter? He is in a lot of ways.

6. Who is more sensitive? I cry more than he does, but he wears his heart on he sleeve more than he would ever admit.

7. Who does the laundry? Me and him. Though I do it more often.

8. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Him

9. Who pays the bills? Me

10.Who cooks more? Me

11. What meals do you cook together? I would not say we cook together, but there are times he cooks when we are fishing.

12. Who is more stubborn? HIM

13. Who is the first to admit they're wrong? Me

14. Who has more siblings? Him

15. Who wears the pants in the relationship? Both of us do.

16. What do you like to do together? Read, go for walks, go up the canyon. Entertain his dad.

17. Who eats more sweets? Him

18. His guilty pleasures? Survivor, and anything electronic.

19. How did you meet? Match.com

20. Who asked who out first? He asked me out, and I stood him up.

21. Who proposed? I am still waiting for that to happen.

22. Who kissed who first? I asked him to kiss me and he did, and it was lame.

23. His best features? His eyes, and butt, and chest.

24. His greatest quality? His attitude, and how great a father he is.

I tag no one. I don't know amybody! :(

Due to Popular Demand.....A New Post!

It's not that I don't think about writing more, because I do. For me it is more about what I will write about. I see a lot of other bloggers that write about their lives, and to be honest, it just isn't something that interests me. So, I have thought about it, and there will probably won't be very many updates about our personal lives, but there will be more about what interests me. Something more about my deep thoughts, because I have lots of them. :)


So, consider the title of my new deep thought:

What I have learned from living with a disabled spouse.

As many of you may or may not know, my husband Richard, is living with the effects of Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue. It isn't something that we go around telling everyone, but it is something we had to come to terms with, both apart and together. When we first were married he was a lot healthier than he is now. When he started to get more and more sick, he was afraid to tell me about. I honestly thought he was a bit lazy. He would come home and wouldn't do anything, although he would promise he was going to get things done. He would not let me know just how terrible he felt. Of course, over the years his illness affected his job, and he lost it. It really has been something I haven't let myself even think about. We lost everything. We did have each other though, and our son.

As I sit here and write about it, I can feel the sting of disappointment and sorrow. Sorrow, I rarely let myself contemplate, for if I did, I would truly be depressed. This entry isn't about being sad though, it is about being grateful for what I have been given. I thank my Heavenly Father for his illness. Don't get me wrong, I wish with everything in my heart that he felt normal, and could enjoy life like so many of our peers do. In all honesty though, it has made me a better wife.

If I was to say one thing about my personality, it would be, I like a good argument and don't mind if those closest to me are hurt by my words and actions. I have improved from when I was younger and especially a teenager, but I love a good argument. Richard can tell you our first year of marriage was difficult. As he has gotten progressively worse, I was forced to think of someone else besides myself. Everything became my personal battle to make him feel better. If I became selfish like I was before, we would not be together, and splitting up my son between me and him is not an option.

I have learned to be more compassionate to those who are house bound, and am starting to become more aware of my neighbors who need my help. I learned compassion, and maybe just maybe, I get to know my Savior better, because charity is the pure love of Christ. This my friends, is the reason God allows difficulties to happen to good people.

Anyway, I left a photo that shows the snow we had last winter. Just in case you want to complain about the heat!

My cousin

The following is a deep thought by Lisa. Enjoy!

I had a cousin I was very close to, and he loved getting into trouble. I on the other hand, liked being around him, and letting him receive all the punishment, and I acted innocent. I believe he was a true friend in my formative years. I loved his laugh, and the way he would make me laugh, every ten seconds. As we grew up, naturally, we grew apart. He moved and made different choices than I would have. When my grandma died last December, I saw him again. It had been 10 years since we had seen each other, and I couldn't believe how seeing and talking to him, made me miss our friendship.

Of course we vowed we wouldn't let time pass as we had, to keep in touch, and we haven't spoken since. I don't really know how we would talk to each other. It's not that a connection isn't there, it's that our lives are too different. In the Bible, there is a verse that says,(and I am paraphrasing, because I am too tired to look it up) when I was younger I played with young toys. Now that I am older I put away childish things. I believe that our friendship, no matter what happens to us, will always be special. Now, probably isn't the right time to develop a relationship of that magnatude. At least it isn't for me.

I have thought about our conversation at the funeral, and I will always keep the memory of him being the last person saying goodbye to my percious grandma before the casket was closed. I think someday, maybe someday soon, we might be friends again. I don't know if we would get into trouble like we did in the past, but maybe he would still make me laugh.

This is our story.

Hello everyone.

This is kind of weird. I have always wanted to be a writer and write great stories for the masses, and make millions of dollars. I guess the best way for that to happen, is for me to start at least some writing. As many of you know, Richard and I live in Sanpete county, and have been living here for about 3 years this November. I really didn't think that I would like it here, but after about a week, I told Richard, I never wanted to see Utah county again. Our neighbors are great, and there are lots of chickens and fresh air all around.

Richard and I were talking this afternoon about how when we first moved here, we would always hear the roosters. It seemed to us that they would crow all times night, or day. Now we don't even notice the noise, it's cars we notice now. Traffic catches our attention, chickens, horses and geese are that are all apart of the scenery now.

Will, our son, is growing up fast. He had such a hard time speaking for a long time. He speaks very well now, although sometimes he resorts to grunts and groans. It is nice to have him ask for things. In fact he just came up to me and asked if he could play a game on the computer. I told him that he would have to wait until I was finished here.

I just got through reading the book Roots, by Alex Haley, and yes it again sparked my interest in family history. I figured out why I loved that story so much, it's because the family history I have been working on for years come from Virginia, and most of the book takes place there. I will let you know if I get anywhere with it. I implored a sister in my ward this morning, and she has been helping me with it today. I am lost for the most part on how to find records on family and such.