There was a time when I talked as fast as Sarah Palin

I watched the full Sarah Palin news conference Thursday in which she said she not only was not going to run for another term as Governor of Alaska, but was also going to step down from her current term in the next week or so.

Who knows what that's all about,and I can't even guess why she would do this, but that's not why I write this.

Wow, can she talk fast, or what? For years one of my favorite entertainers was my fast talking hero - Ms. Linda Ronstadt. Besides singing like a precious bird, if you have ever seen Linda being interviewed you know you had to listen quick and digest her thoughts and answers even quicker. She was master of rapid verbalization.

After watching Palin's news conference I am impressed. Obviously, she knows how many words she has to say, and knows she only has a quarter the alloted time to say them - thus, non-stop, comma and period-less sentences.

As I said there was a time in my life when I, too, could talk that fast. It was in the early 1970s, and quite of few of us ladies talked real fast back then. We also cleaned the house real fast, not missing one single nook or cranny, or skipping any of those 'grease-built-up-corners' near the stoves. And, one more thing that went along with our quick speak and dust-free, sparking houses - we lost weight like no body's business - which pretty much was our main goal. And, for some odd reason we ground our teeth as our minds raced and all dirt and grime disappeared around us. I never could figure out what all that teeth-grinding was about.

We also felt fan-dang-tastic! We had energy up the wazoo and we could stay up dancing and playing cards with the other young marrieds all night long.

The only downer was when we stopped moving, put head to pillow and finally dozed off . . .  we had no way of getting up the next day without a 'little help from our friends.' Those little red and black pills worked wonders, but skip a morning without downing one with the morning coffee and we couldn't move. We not only couldn't talk fast, we didn't have any coherent thoughts even if we had the energy to verbalize. And, forget about the vacuuming, the laundry, the dishes and anything else that needed doing . . . we were rendered pretty much immobile without 'mother's little helper' (as Mick and Keith reminded us.)

Pop a little friend, though, and life returned and set us back on our warp-speed paths that would have awed even the likes of Spielberg and Lucus with all their space ships zipping through space in mere seconds.

Thank heavens - really - thank heaven and all those who inhabit it, for making a suggestion one day that feeling so UP and so, so GREAT just might not be all that normal; not to mention how rough it was on our bodies.

So, Linda and Sarah - I am still impressed at your knack of rapid speak and energy. Wish I could muster it on my own, without the aforementioned help that I long ago bid a not-so-fond farewell to. Time is flying by so fast; I really could use the time I'd save getting a week's worth of chores done in a half hour and talking like an auctioneer.

Thanks for the flashbacks, ladies. It must be wonderful having that energy without the use of man made chemicals. 

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