I've been meaning to post something for a while, but I don't want to bore any one with my obsession. The truth is that I didn't realize that "it" was an obsession until just now. I suppose that "it" should be called "she". And "she" could, should, might, ought to be called "Sarah Palin."

At the Emmy's Tina Fey so poignantly said, "I want to be done playing this lady Nov. 5. So if anybody can help me be done playing this lady Nov. 5, that would be good for me." I don't want to write or talk about her, but she keeps creeping into my thoughts. So, to go along with Tina's sentiments, I'll echo her and say that I want don't to keep thinking about her so if anybody, especially in the flyover states, could help me with that I'd appreciate it.

Back when life was simple (in early September), before the train wreck interviews had aired and Joe-six packs references were used, back when I didn't know how to conjugate estar, I had a candid discussion with my mother about Ms. Palin, who at the time, seemed like a passing guility pleasure of mine.

(And let's be clear- the guility pleasure was the scowl-browed interest, like reading People Magazine for politicians AND not in any way an admiration of her and/or her aspirations to ru(i)n the country.)

But I digress, I expressed my concern to my mom about SP's qualifications that are and were MIA and my perception that perhaps her children need her right now more than the country does (or ever will... again, I digress). My mother simply responded that I needed to therefore do a couple things in own life so as to not fall into the same trap:

Choose either 1. to go into politics OR 2. get married/have kids

(Ok technically we discussed that fact that I could be in politcs if my kids were older, but no baby bjorns with a business suit)

AND on top of that, create a really good single serving lemonade recipe.

I have made no choices, nor have I worked on the recipe. But at least I know what my options are.