While I didn’t watch the Super Bowl this year—except for the last 10 minutes or so to see the Chiefs win—I did see a few of those special Super Bowl ads.
Years ago, watching the ads created just for the year’s biggest football game was a treat. I know people who watched the game just to see the ads! Sadly (to me), the last few years have seen the politicization of almost everything, including the advertisements during the Super Bowl. WHY???? Can’t we leave one thing alone and just concentrate on being happy, a little crazy, and entertained? Can’t we just tear up as Busch and the Clydesdales honor our military, and can’t we groan a little over Doritos stupid, slapstick message and not have to worry about what side to take on the politically correct notions blasted into our living rooms? Whew! Rant over.
This year, from what I saw, we got back to that entertainment factor.
So the favorite Super Bowl ad I saw was for Alexa. I don’t have an Alexa and don’t want an Alexa, but I could appreciate the idea of what we would have done before it was available. What we did for “Alexa” through past ages was clever and made me laugh—just the kind of advertising I will remember! Thank you, Amazon!
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just different levels of winter) with my husband. Our children have begun their own adventures, and just as I got into the swing of empty nest, then my grandson came to live with us. Now I’m doing 8 again… they argue everything just case you forgot. And I now remember why I eat doughnuts and drink vodka. 😊
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No one who lives in the U.S. can be unaware of our current toxic political climate. It’s gotten to the point where people can be attacked for the hat they wear, or an argument can occur between strangers over a candidate’s plan for health care. Know what it is? It’s ridiculous, is what it is. When did we stop being a country where people could disagree without fear of fistfights? When did people stop mattering less than being “right?”
Mom and Dad usually voted for the candidate who supported the military more. My grandmother was a die-hard Democrat, a union steward in the plant where she worked, and had strong opinions she would voice anywhere about who should be running things. Contrary to most of my contemporaries who grew up during the Vietnam War, I leaned more toward my parents’ views than the revolutionaries’. Now, my mom leans more toward her mother—less conservative and more progressive. Do we battle it out during phone calls? Yes. Do we still love each other? YES! We’re family and we love each other despite any comments about the elections.
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To set the stage, I attended Mary Washington College of the University of Virginia (now University of Mary Washington), in Fredericksburg, Virginia. At that time, sooooo many years ago, the University of Virginia was all male. The exception were those women who had majors that had to finish in Charlottesville, like nursing majors. If you were a woman and wanted to attend UVA, you went to the girls’ branch, Mary Washington. All female, when I attended, we were just a couple of years way from having to wear a skirt or dress when leaving the dorm and being forbidden from getting into a car with a male without a chaperone.
on the hall. Her roommate had immediately christened her Caddy, based on her initials, and that’s what we all called her. She was tall and kind of willowy where I was stubby and not willowy at all. She had naturally curly auburn hair (that took forever to dry) and a fair Irish complexion. We hit it off right away, partially, I’m sure, because she didn’t go home very often and neither did I. She had (still has) a wickedly sharp sense of humor, an amazing intellect, and one of the kindest hearts I’ve ever known. She’s very loyal to her friends but she’s not a pushover. She loves her family fiercely, and she’s a damn hard worker.
