What's funny about a young lobbiest? Ignorance

Sequester? Nothing is funny about this sequester, unless you like to watch people fear, politicians squirm, and the sense of futility it brings to our nation!  So I’m not going any further on a topic that is on everyone’s thoughts and is a media frenzies field day.

What I would like to share is a joke on me. It only has to do with the words politician and lobbyists. When I was a very young mother I felt strongly about things like childcare, volunteering, principles.  With those topics in mind somehow I was roped into helping others to get the ‘child restraint law’ passed in the state of Oklahoma.

Getting my baby girl and I ready to go out was an adventure in itself.  But this cause drove me to the showers. Plotting nap time around this important event and getting the two of us to the capitol was tactical. 

I’ve always been kind of a zealot on my causes, eager, wide-eyed, excited to help.  I’m the grinning one doing anything and everything for the cause.  It makes me giddy knowing that I’m helping something bigger than my little life complaints.

On the day that I, and my beautiful baby in her stroller, went into the center of the capitol rotunda, there was a group of seasoned lobbyist all waiting to hit the halls running. I was ignorant, but joyful. Ready to show these law makers the innocent baby they were not protecting if they didn’t pass this law.  (As if I wasn’t going to buckle, strap, cover, guard and drive 19 miles per hour with this wonderful gift I had received in the name of Motherhood…) But needless to be redundant, my heart was singing, “Charge!”

The group was having a small meeting of the minds and one said, “We need to impress upon them that their constituents wants this law passed!”

I joyfully and loudly, remember it was in the rotunda, said, “Yeah, and their voters too!”

They all looked at me.  One guy leaned over and whispered, “Constituents are their voters…”

Oops, zeal before ignorance can make red faces.  We got the law passed that time, despite my massive ignorance.

Re-birthing...a new dawn

Hello out there in Blog-OhNo-sphere,

One more blogger, one more clacker in the big keys of cyberspace trying to reach an audience, but I cannot help myself.  I'm an addict to writing, telling on myself, learning, searching, growing, sharing, and… 'I'm Back'.

I love this idea of blogging, sharing, breaking into thought with maybe a glimmer of truth that might help others to chuckle at me or laugh at themselves.

Hopefully, in hearing others' "truths" it makes us take the time to think. Or do we just skim the surface? Too much information, too much to read, and time constraints on all of us, demands that the words that I type into this blog mean that much more.

This isn't a place for me to 'preach' at anyone. This blog is for me to think, share, give, and confess. Comment if you would like more or less of something. But what you'll find is a person deeply grateful for life's hard knocks and actually happy because of them.

When did I fall prey to this writing addiction? It has to be in childhood somewhere between all the moves and the lack of verbal liberty. You would think that being a natural born citizen to the United States of America that I would have been able to say anything that I would desire. But even in private homes in America reign tyranny.  It is called parenthood. 

I’m not here to bash the institution of parenthood, I am a parent plus.  What I am sharing is a writer can be created from outside squelching pressures that they have no control over; as well as, inside pressures that create a teapot effect.  Some call it bipolar.  I call it defensive mechanism.  I’m not a doctor, nor a psychologist, but the cheapest way to cure this problem may simply to become a Writer.  Who knows?  I might be right (write).
 
So, as I clack away on my laptop, I might be curing the common bipolar symptoms of the everyday-overly-talkative-female who holds up the Wal-Mart checkout lanes. I may be doing many a service writing away in my nightgown on my couch.