Making it Count

I am sad to say that I voted for the first time.... ever. I know, don't give me your lectures about the importance of contributing to the electoral system. Cut me a little slack, I have been in Canada for 10 years and those guys didn't allow me to vote.

So with a little pressure from my highly political husband (I guess that's why he is going into law), I dragged my sorry butt over to the voting 'pool house.' That's how we roll in California. It was 75 degrees today and I voted at a subdivision pool house.

I felt a little overwhelmed since I didn't do a whole lot of research beforehand and I am not big on voting for an individual based soley on the party with which they are affiliated. So I just started voting for people who sounded credible because of their past experience. It was a little bizarre, the candidates running for office came from vastly varied backgrounds- retired nurses, accountants and business owners (whatever that means). I later learned from my intelligent husband that I could have left some of the bubbles blank and vote for only the few candidates I actually knew. Sigh... live and learn.

As a walked out of the pool house I felt strangely giddy and a little bit excited. Proud to be an American. Well at least today I did. Other times I feel embarrassed by what my government inflicts upon others and my fellow citizen's over-inflated sense of self-worth. Ahh.. but that it is a whole other my friends!