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.

Womb with a view.

First of all, seeing all the past Presidents together was a kick. Why wouldn't they ever get together? Our new President is so smart. Perhaps they can schedule the next breakfast meeting when you know W.ho is at the ranch writing his book (a funny enough story on its own).

So, tonight. Larry King Live, Jimmy Carter as guest. They showed a clip of some recent event where Old George Bush relayed this story: "We thought we were being sneaky and sending a decoy limousine out but as we came around a corner I saw the ugliest, angriest woman I had ever seen. Now, I don't know why the Secret Service let her get so close to the car, but she came right up to my window and held a sign 'Stay out of my womb!' Hey, NO PROBLEM, lady!"

Then Bill Clinton gets up: "See, I could never tell that joke. Could you imagine the field day you all would have with that one."

On our way to the National Portrait Gallery.

Okay, maybe not "our" way. But he is on his way. Shepard Fairey's collaged poster of his original portrait was hung in the National Portrait Gallery last Tuesday. This street artist, in this place. It's really amazing. This image was reproduced in so many different ways throughout the campaign, and beyond, and really became a defining image of the future president. Heck, it's on our minivan. I only saw one version that was completely tasteless (thanks, bro) but everyone else really seemed to have fun with it.

So, of course when a dear friend passed along a website, I embraced ombamaicon immediately! Even though I may be able to manipulate Photoshop and get an image somewhat like this, maybe, possibly, here is this amazing tool that does it in seconds! Voila! I'm an icon!

"Mom, you just look really weird."

Go to your room...

On the road to somewhere, surely.

Can we use that phrase yet? "On the road to nowhere." "The bridge to nowhere." Can we use that without harming ourself thinking of SP, who is now just really a celebrity in her own mind. Oh, wait, she gets the last laugh with her bizillion dollar book deal. Sigh.

So with 20+ minutes on the torture-mill-to-nowhere this morning, I had time to think about the goings on over the weekend. "I really don't like princesses anymore, Mom." Thank God. We had tried to paint princesses in a positive light -- they're strong! they're powerful! they can rule a whole kingdom with one arm tied behind their back!

Okay, so no princesses. However, G did mention that she will send me many drawings from college. Every day. Awesome! But, oh, wait. Our President's weekly address (have you been to the newly redesigned White House web site? It's fabulous!) promises to "triple the number of fellowships in science to help spur the next generation of innovation."

That's great! Let's be a scientist! And really and truly she was the one over the weekend that got out the science "experience" (that's too cute to correct) book and did her own experiment creating her own lava lamp. Now that's innovative, right? And a lot of artists I know also have a keen interest in science (thanks for the role model, Leonardo).

But let's not forget the "innovation" part of all of this. There's the key. There's your path to take, your road to follow.

Creatives, the world is yours for the taking.

...and wear comfortable shoes.

I've been holding my breath again. I know what's happening today, but until just a few minutes ago I realized I was holding my breath like I was all day on November 4. It's time to exhale. It's time to smile. It's time to start putting things into place. It's time to wrap up in a warm blanket and park it in front of the television for an amazing day. Unless you are going to the event itself...then hopefully you heeded the very astute recommendations. "Those attending the Inauguration are advised to dress warm and wear comfortable shoes."

From the looks of it, these people could be stark naked and not give a flip. It's go day.

there's hope for us all yet

Mom. Mom. Mom...

They should really call them "sits." You don't stand, you sit.

Mark my words, I think C is going to save us all. Maybe next time I'll pay attention the first time he calls me...