Friday, March 16, 2012

Grown-Up Politics

B and I attended our first caucus- ever. It was quite an experience. We share our precinct with the city mayor, president of Key Bank, our Stake President, former stake presidency members, lawyers, doctors, school board members, business men, people who have lived here FORVER, etc. etc. To say we felt like little fish in a big pond....was an understatement.  Like 2 little timid mice, we entered the room unsure of what we were doing and with very little background in political issues. So, we sat in a non-air conditioned room for 2 hours, listening to nominees talk about their opinions and plans for being state delegate. I had no idea what a state delegate even did. To be honest, I still don't understand it completely. Does that make me terribly ignorant?

I cautiously watched B throughout the evening. The truth is, it was more like voluntary dragging to get him to come with me. If he had his way, we would be home on the couch, snuggling, watching the new episode of Community that he has been SO excited for. I can't lie, I've been counting down as well. He would rather have his Ipad out, researching updated articles on new software, coding, etc. etc. etc. Instead, at my insistance, he attended a caucus. It was hot. Some of the speeches were a little long. And we really had no idea or background on a majority of the topics that were brought up. I guess it was a little wake up call for me to be a little more...informed? I think the First Presidency was inspired to encourage us to pay attention and get a little more involved in these things that have effect on us....or definitely on our children.

So, we walked back to the car and I basically gave B free reign to say whatever he wanted. I mean, he really was such a trooper, how could I not allow him to blow off some of that hot, stuffy air we had breathed the past 2 hours? But, instead of getting after me or screaming at the top of his lungs (which, by the way, I don't think my husband has EVER done in his life), he started quoting the crotchety old lady sitting directly behind him, who kept insisting that instead of speeches, we just made each nominee "stand on their head" or yelled "Close! Close the nominations!" after only 4 nominations were given or loudly argued with the precinct chair that she thought Democrat and Republican parties were "dumb". Yeah, it made for some really, really good laughing on the drive home. When we hit the last stop light before we got to our house, B turned to me and said "I feel like some ice cream. I think we deserve it."
I could not have agreed more.


We went here on Wednesday:

It was lovely.

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