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About The Senator's Wife

I started this blog on a whim thinking it would be fun to write about politics while my husband served in the OK State Senate. The jury's still out on that, but having a front row seat on the sideline of Oklahoma politics has been one big adventure.

Political Photographs

We had a serious dilemma around our house recently. No, there was not a leak in our roof, the dog was alive and well (the last time I checked) and the dish washer was in full working order…maybe.

No, it was much, much more disturbing than that! September had turned into October, and October was…well, almost over and the Senator did not have a current family photograph to use for next year’s re-election campaign.

We are picky about family photos that are used in campaign literature. They have to have that special element. Something that sets it apart, makes that person stand out. These photos have to be real, but at the same time capture the very essence of the candidate while exhibiting some form of positive energy. Personally, I like them to be edgy and unique. There is an art form to this and my BFF, the Pioneer Woman was just the right person to make it all happen this year.

Thank-you PW for alleviating the stress that knocked on my door daily. I have officially checked campaign photo off the ‘to do’ list!

Sonic Speed Chase

This is our rescue dog named Scooter.

Yes, that is a grilled cheese sandwich in his mouth!

It was from Sonic and it belonged to the Senator’s son. Well, before he left it sitting on the table – alone – for roughly five seconds. But, that would be just enough time for Scooter to snatch it up off the table and take it down under for consumption.

We were in shock really that this dog could maneuver so quickly to steal a sandwich literally right out from under our eyes. Totally speechless, that we just stood there laughing at him and each other.

It’s not like this dog is hungry. Seriously, he is very well fed and obviously a tad bit spoiled.

So, the Senator’s son decided to chase him around the house in an attempt to steal the grilled cheese back. NO, not because he was going to eat it or anything, definitely not that, but more for a show of look who is boss now Scooter! Or, I can run faster than you Scooter…Or, you just stole my afternoon snack and I’m gonna make you work for it…

If only for just a moment…

I think Scooter needs some time at the spa.

New Hampshire

I spent some time recently in New Hampshire. Well, actually I sit on the national board of American Mothers, Inc. which is the organization that selects the National Mother of the Year. They meet four times a year usually in different parts of the country and this time our meeting happened to be in Manchester, New Hampshire. Mind you, New York and Connecticut are as “far east” as I have ever traveled, but somewhere inside me I have always felt like I should be living up there! I don’t know why, seriously, I don’t. I couldn’t even explain it to the Senator properly, other than once I arrived in New Hampshire it made sense, just that feeling like I had been there before or belonged there. Creepy.

Anyway, flying in to Manchester you could hear everyone gasping on the plane and oohing and aahing over the leaves. Leaves people. Like the leaves on trees. Except these leaves were magnificent colors, bright, bright reds and yellows and oranges like none I had ever seen before. These leaves made our Oklahoma foliage look somewhat, how shall I say… muted.

Anyway, as I hopped in my rented car, I just drove and drove purposefully getting lost on the winding and very narrow two lane roads. I passed by the old churches and wood framed houses and historic buildings that happened to be right next to a field with a John Deere tractor parked out in the middle of it. I was incredibly fortunate not to have wrecked the rental car or run off the two lane road even though it was quite obvious I was a tourist in this town. They should just paint that on the side of all rental cars, Caution, tourist behind the wheel!

Then there were more trees. Beautiful tall trees whose leaves were just starting to change.

New Hampshirans (?) were hospitable folks who take their ‘live free or die’ motto v-e-r-y s-e-r-i-o-u-s-l-y. In fact, one day several of us ventured out to a local lunch spot and noticed a few legal petitions posted on the back wall of the restaurant. When I inquired about what those referred to – the local resident said that basically it’s their right in New Hampshire to not adhere to a specific law, in this case the Sunday Laws, and that the legal document was posted on the wall explaining which law they were not in agreement with. Live free or die people!

The Senator could live here. Really, he could.

He would most certainly like this quaint Episcopal Church if he could see past those nasty telephone wires. They really should bury those things.