What a tangled web we weave.

No, that's not what's pictured at the right...we'll get to that in a minute. So, where did all this kookiness come from? Am I supposed to twitter instant thoughts to my brother, call for a playdate for one of the kids on a land line, poke a friend at facebook, text my sister, blog an experience of the day, email my mom, call my brother on my mobile phone, write a note to one of the kids' teachers, yell upstairs to my husband and sit down for coffee with a friend? Or should I just walk outside and scream at the top of my lungs?

I mean, seriously. Mr. President can keep his BlackBerry, I support that decision. But does adding that to his mix make his insides feel as frantic and crazed as mine? I really don't think I need to talk to this many people this much of the time. I value my friends...a lot. But I'm realizing that I really value the sound of their voices. And looking them in the eye for an actual, honest to goodness c-o-n-v-e-r-s-a-t-i-o-n. One that lasts longer than 140 characters. (Thanks, MM!)

I will get to have some really great conversations with G tomorrow. When she's home. From school. With strep (see above right).

Oh, wait, did I mention in about a month and a half I'll finally have an iPhone?

Fired up and ready to go.

The buzz of a victory! Who says I'm not a team player? Okay, maybe I'm the only one who has ever uttered those words, but there's nothing like being a part of a victorious team. This particular team was quite special. Eight members -- more than sets foot on the hardwood, less than the gridiron. Each member of this team had a very distinct, well-defined purpose. I knew mine. I executed mine. In the execution was really where the buzz started.

Campaigns are truly their own animal. After the handful that I have participated in you really start to feel the rhythm, to know the drill. Having the knowledge and the experience and the ability to be one step ahead, it's just a rush. This campaign was short and sweet -- a fencing match perhaps? The distinct formula was set forth by my very dear friend and let me tell you -- she knows her stuff. She coached this group of eight with all the plays memorized, all the statistics at her disposal, all the tricks up her sleeve. She deserves to be in the campaign hall of fame.

So bring 'em on...this team player's ready.