You really do not want to know. But, my husband and I own our own business, and we either work at the business, or we work on somebody's campaign. This past Saturday, I spent the morning entering names from the recall petitions against our Governor into a data base for the Tea Party while my husband helped distribute flyers for school board candidates. Then I helped him finish the flyering area because the neighbor (also a small business owner) had to go work on physical petitions for the GOP. Afterwards, we met friends for a quick lunch and to pick up more flyers. After lunch (heading to the Victory Center to check physical petitions for possible challenges) I slipped on the ice in the parking lot, fell, and pulled my husband down with me. I'm injured. He is not. But, despite my injuries, went on to the Victory Center and scrutinized petitions until 6 PM. Then home to take ibuprophin and apply heat to my painfully stretched ligaments. I continued to enter names into the data base on my computer, despite my fingers which were still bleeding from the earlier accident. I've found that the best pain killer is Bailey's in coffee.
On Sunday, I couldn't go to church because my joints were still screaming. Hubby did church for me and then stopped at our plant and phoned me. The 2 of us entered and printed invoices and tax bills via phone and GoToMyPC for the business since my accident prevented my from going into the office personally. Entered names into the Tea Party Data Base until 11:30 PM when they called a halt.
Monday, I managed to make it to an election training for my city, even though I can barely walk. My husband appeared before the Plan Commission of the Village where our manufacturing plant is located in a DNR/EPA land dispute while I was being trained in applying the new election rules for our many upcoming elections in Wisconsin.
Now, I don't expect my representatives in DC to work that hard, but I do expect that they have some understanding of the problems we face with day to day living in their district. And, that presumes that they actually live here.
Been on one ~ give you a beer every time it lands successfully. I had this enormous bag of beer at the end of the flight in Minneapolis.