I am tired of this campaign. I know, it's a process, and something we, as Americans all must through together. It's like when the transformation of a caterpillar to a butterfly, trying to squeeze its swollen body and wings out of the the cocoon.

Perhaps there are Americans out there - solid, law-abiding, pillars of the community - who are caring, have it all together, and have a lot of great ideas. Perhaps they should be President, but the process of running is too long, expensive, painful, and who wants to put their family through that?

If not you, then who?

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we
are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you NOT to be?
You are a child of God. Your playing
small doesn’t serve the world.

As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.”

Nelson Mandela-1994 Inaugural Speech

Following my first operation, I shrank. I did as I was told. I was terrified everyone would leave me to flounder, and quite frankly, as fabulous as I am, I couldn't afford that. I was bald. I couldn't walk well. I couldn't hold my head up. My mother was there every moment. My daddy strapped a brace on my ankle.

I was a little hardheaded prior, but with Dr. Bogaev's titanium, that increased exponentially. Best wishes, Mr. Kennedy.

Today, I'm hardheaded and my head is up, with my eyes straight ahead.

I resolve that 2008 is the Year of Action.

The living room floor is getting wood laminate. The patio's getting French doors. The kitchen's getting painted.

Tonight, I raked the yard. When I was a kid, I was a good raker. There are a lot of trees in the yard back home, and raking was plentiful yearround, from hot, mushy crabapples to crispy, autumnal majesty.

During my efforts in raking this evening, in my front yard in Texas, fireants found me. Through my CROCS. There are no fireants in North Dakota.

TEAM PATCH Coming Soon!

As I furiously clean the house on Saturdays, I enjoy the noise of the television or a good custom mix tape. This morning, after all of the home improvement Make-Yourself-Feel-Bad-About-Not-Being-Able-To-Renovate-In-Thirty-Minutes-Television was over, some program about looking ten years younger began. So now, people can go back to their early twenties and elect whether to make those same mistakes.

Life is Round.