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I've Lost Count of Days...Technically Day 10

Hey, Page Turner again! I haven't exactly been consistent in my Valentine's Day Countdown, but I got a cold. And it's my blog. :) Anyway, I just noticed there are a lot  of holidays in February. You've got Nation Freedom Day, Groundhog Day, Family Day, Chinese New Year, Mardi Gras, Ash Wednesday, Valentine's Day, and Presidents Day. Yikes! And there aren't any in January! Oh, you also have the Super Bowl, a day all its own in the hearts of Americans. You have your football lovers, your football haters, and your commercial fans. I happen to be a commercial fan. Oh, I'm all for the gathering around the TV, eating nachos and mac n cheese, and spearing paint in intimidating bars across your face, but when it comes to actually watching the game, I'm not as interested. That's why there's commercials! The best commercials this year were the Prius, the Dorito, and the GPS locating device for a car. In the Prius, a band of goofy and seemingly friends run out of a bank...with a big sack of money. These not so bright robbers spot a nearby Prius as their nearby getaway car...and pay for it with the money they just stole from the bank. They zip away, and to the astonishment of all, the Prius actually drives fast. Wow! The news spreads across the bewildered nation, and clubs of Prius fans unite, even as the police chase the would-be robbers across America. Cracks are made at the Prius, and it's a funny commercial. In the GPS one, a dad let's his daughter go on a date with this guy. He hands the guy the keys to the car and is polite in cordial. After they leave, the dad locates them on the GPS, secretly crashing everything they do and (unbeknownst to his daughter) terrorizing and hilariously threatening the boyfriend. The Dorrito commercial, although perhaps unintentionally, has sparked the interest by prolife and prochoice groups. In it, a mom is lying in a hospital bed, an image of her baby on the ultrasound beside her. The husband is eating Dorrito's sloppily beside her. The baby notices it, and the ultrasound shows the child trying to get to the snack. Irritated at his lack of caring, she grabs the chip from his hand and throws it across the room. A second later, the baby is born, diving after the chip. Many prochoice people are angry that they let the fetus be humanized, and prolife people applaud the truth that a baby within the womb, no matter what stage, is human. I definitely and whole-heartedly believe that a fetus or an embryo or whatever anyone calls it, is a baby. I also believe that we need to take a stand against abortion, but not hate those are prochoice, but desire their salvation and that they would learn the truth. Human life is valuable, and we should do all we can to protect it, and I'm very glad that Dorito showed the funny video. I'm also glad that Payton Manning won!!!!! (See, I did pay a little attention!) The Panthers will get 'em next year, and I'll probably still only watch the commercials. So this ends my Super Bowl/Somewhat Valentine's Day post! Even though I don't like football as much as the next, I still enjoy spending time with my family. And, as the Disney blog points out, you can still celebrate something else, like owls, on SuperB owl Sunday!
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