O is for Ovation.

C and I recently went to NYC. It was a dream. Stayed at a friend's palatial brownstone and actually slept! (Not something I do very well at home.) This is one of our souvenirs, bought all they had which was only 2. I am contemplating buying a button maker, my pal Robin just bought one for this purpose. The two that I bought are GONE! as are the Obama bumper stickers, yard signs and t-shirts that I've had!

Last night's debate: I feel more strongly that Palin is a phony, rehearsed, styled, under-educated, unfit mother and very unfit VP choice. Her pasted on smile and the mean glint in her eye at times was unnerving. Her colloquialisms and phony phrases, "Can I call you Joe?" and then later, "Say it ain't so Joe." She had that one in her pocket to use later in the debate. Biden chuckled, ah ah ah. Oh, she is so clever. Never heard that one before...

And the wink? Ugh.

S asked, "Why is her hair down and why is she wearing a silky suit--at a vice-presidential debate?" One word my dear, and don't forget the stilettos, "SEX." It sells and she was working it.

I loved Biden's comback at the end. He is a Father. He has gone through a lot as a father. It is a job he takes seriously. Palin has Nothing on parenthood or the lifestyles of ordinary people. Her style of parenting, and the results, truely make me sick.

I am, more than ever, an Obama Mama and, though it doesn't rhyme quite as well, C is an Obama Papa (<--- awkward...).