The Week That Was







What an interesting week we’ve had. I usually find a topic somewhere in the news to write a blog about.

This week there were many so I’m going to write a quick synopsis.

We started off the week with the Grammys. I didn’t recognize any of the songs, or the people, so I will finish with that.

Let’s talk about the Super Bowl. I’ve never watched a Super Bowl in my life but I usually like to watch the commercials or at least the halftime show. Well I wasn’t going to give up Channel 9 PBS for any football game, not on a Sunday night.

So my husband taped it. The only commercial that I thought was worth my time was when Baby Peanut was born. That was an advertising home run. They promoted it for weeks that Mr. Peanut had died. Now that was tragic for all the peanut lovers. Then, through some genius stroke of an advertising executive, the baby Mr. Peanut was born. Perfect timing with all the mini, little action guys coming out in the form of movies, cartoons etc.

I was looking for a performance from the Clydesdales but somehow I didn’t see it. Let me know if I missed it

I will make mention of the lady newscaster wearing an off the shoulder dress. Nothing to say about that, one way or the other. Just didn’t want to leave it out.

I will talk about the performance of the week, the State of the Union. Or as some people say Donald Trump hasn’t left the performance theater.

In true Shelly form I watched a movie. I don’t like all this fighting back-and-forth it doesn’t do one thing for our country, and it’s too frustrating.

And within minutes I saw all over Instagram and everywhere else Speaker Pelosi tearing up Trump’s speech. A performance of epic proportions. It will go down in the history books. All of you old enough to remember Nikita Khrushchev pounding his shoe on the table may find this every bit as memorable, maybe more.

Now I will get back to regular programming.


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