Ah…validation.  I know.  I seem to be needy in that department but I get so few crumbs so when a few spill on my lap I beam.  OK….sometimes I gloat!   And don’t get me started on what my daughter thinks on the whole neediness subject either.  Anyhow…

So…this morning while making the bed I happened to catch the last part of a news clip on the local radio station.  The subject?  How Alabama ranks compared to other states.  Well, here is a newsflash….

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Alabama...it really is a red state

Alabama…it really is a red state

Alabama ranks POORLY compared to other states in our fine union.  Aha! I knew it!  The “Sweet Home Alabama” moniker is a lie!

Whew!  And I thought it was just little Ole me!

Just a couple of the more important criteria in the rankings include:  Most Livable State: Alabama ranks 42nd.  Economic Growth:  Alabama ranks 48th and, as for Bike Friendly? Alabama ranks 49th.

Of course all is not a total loss for this state whose apparent claim to notoriety (as least to liberals) is “most conservative state in the nation.”  I consider myself a moderate conservative and would have liked to see a little more balance in that ranking (call it my Libra sense in balance in all things, if possible).   Also, Alabama ranks as the second most religious state in the union, Mississippi being number one.  Interesting. All that praying and gospel music isn’t helping the soul of this state with a suicide rate of 14.2 per 100,000 people compared to the national rate of 11.9.

For those of you who just can’t wait to read all about it, check out the article in the Montgomery Advertiser (A Gannet Company) http://www.montgomeryadvertiser.com/article/20130630/OPINION0101/306300019/Alabama-Voices-Alabama-ranks-poorly-compared-other-states

Well, here’s the thing.  I’m OK with this validation.  I’m OK with the realization that I’m living in Middle Earth.  I have to be.  It’s the only way I’m going to survive this “adventure” (my husband’s word, not mine) because with nearly 99.9% certainty (gotta leave just a fraction of wiggle-room because, well, one never knows)…I am not going to live here for the rest of my life.  This is temporary.  I’ve a lovely home even though the damn roof is leaking on this three year-old house, I’ve got food on the table, and I have much more to be thankful for.  Just not thankful I’m living in Middle Earth….but this too shall pass.