But will they remember us in December?

Ah, the joys of living in Iowa in a Presidential election year. No longer can people in California say "where?" No longer do people pronounce our capitol as Dez Moinez. No longer do people think we all run barefoot through the cornfields chasing our cows (okay - we still fight that one occasionally.)

Today I receive 13 recorded political phone calls. I heard from Wayne LaPierre and Hayden Fry. I was personally invited to the Bush victory rally at the state fair grounds, not once but twice today and once on Friday. I was invited to the screening of an anti-F911 film.

Oh, the Democrats weren't to be outdone! I heard from them too! No one NEARLY as famous as Hayden Fry, mind you. I was prompted by both parties to get out and VOTE! One call even went as far as saying they didn't care who I voted for, as long as I voted....yeah, whatever. I had so damn many calls, I just wished there was a way to let them know I already voted. Sent in the absentee ballot last week.

Once the campaigning is over, the votes are counted, the chads are hung, and we have named a President, will the rest of the country forget where Iowa is again? Will we be relegated to nothing but a fly-over zone? Probably. They all forget. They always do.