It's that time of year again.

Don't you love how the seasons change? I do. It's a comforting feeling, going through the seasonal cycles, knowing that when one season changes, another begins with new focuses, new activities.

I can see the appeal of living in a place like southern California where the weather rarely shifts out of a truly pleasant pattern. But I have to say that I would miss the snow. Although I would not miss being really really cold.

In parts of Florida, you have 3 months of nice and 9 months of jungle hot.

Anyways, here in New Jersey I am starting to feel like we're in a distinct Florida-like pattern, but not with the weather.

We just got out of a hotly contested Presidential race (though we didn't feel that as much here because NJ was a slam dunk for Obama) and we're getting into a hotly contested gubernatorial race. But first, we have to get through the hotly contested Republican Primary.

In this corner, we have the Republican Party organization's Favorite Son, "The Only One Who Can Beat Jon Corzine," Mr. Money himself, Former US Attorney, Chris Christie!

And in this corner, we have the Republican Underdog, Tough as Nails, Mr. Fought for Everything I Have, hardscrabble former mayor of Bogota, Tom Lonegan!

The primary is a few weeks away. Scott is registered as a Republican (formerly with no party affliation, my hubby voted in the Republican Presidential Primary, thereby registering himself as a Republican), so this means that Chris Christie 's automated voice has called our house 3 times in the last 2 days asking for his vote. I just got off the phone with him a few minutes ago. He's going to mail Scott an absentee ballot request form because voting by mail is convenient and easy!

Ugh.

I wish I could say that I hate this, but secretly, just among the 5 of you who read this page, I love it. I love to follow politics. I love to see what these yahoos that we voted for are doing. I love to watch them run for office and I love to scream at their TV commercials when I disagree with their asinine policies.

I really want to run for office myself. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be President. Sometimes I think I still do. Then I think that Harry Truman was right. Only a fool wants to be President. The weight of the world on your shoulders. If you do it for personal aggrandizement, you're a jackass. Whatever happened to the true public servant? I'm not sure how many of them there are. Do they still exist? If they exist, can they win?

I don't know.

But it's that time of year again. I can smell the smoke in the air; hear the fireworks. No, not summer. Primary season in NJ.