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Viva Viagra

A couple months back, Mr. S. got called in, with his bandmates, to audition for a Viagra commercial.  Yep…Viva Viagra.  From what I understand, every Bluegrass picker in town was there to audition.  I don’t know how many in all came to audition, but, out of all those that showed up, only one real Bluegrass Dude was chosen. (It was not the Mister…dammit.)

Please go here to see the new Viagra commercial and see if you recognize anybody.


I think it’s pretty dang swell that Uncle Bobo will make him some nice change on this commercial.  What I DON’T get is why on earth they had to bring in actors to be Bluegrass people.  I’m sorry, but, Bluegrass music’s got some charming dudes who probably would be able to sell some blue pills.   I’d have loved to see any of the Bluegrass guys on that commercial.  Lord knows Bluegrass pickers enjoy the benefits of the stuff…I could name several who could be poster boys for Viagra, but, I won’t cause this is a Christian blog and we don’t gossip here.  Bwahahahahahahahahaha!

**Update-I lied…there are a couple real musicians on there I just didn’t know them.  Kenny Kosek on fiddle and Eric Weissberg, (he was part of that famous “Dueling Banjos” from Deliverance, ya know…I know of Weissberg, but, obviously wouldn’t know him if I ran into him down at the Kmarts.

Riding The A Train

Now that my brain is beginning to function somewhat like a normal person, I’m finding myself doing things.  All sorts of things.   I didn’t take a nap yesterday or today.  I had gotten REALLY fond of napping.  Another faboo plus to this thing is I have virtually NO appetite. 

I had a moment yesterday that I don’t quite know how to describe, but, it was rather epiphanous (is that a word? If it isn’t, it should be) and it all has to do with the miracle drug, Adderall.  

I took my first Math test yesterday morning.  I don’t know what I got on it, but, I *think* I did ok on it.  There was a bonus question at the end, a lengthy word problem.  It took me awhile to do it.  I looked at it and made a little attempt at it and thought “Pssht…I can’t do this. It’s bonus anyway” and then that other side of the brain said “No m’am.  You will figure that sumbitch out!”  I bet I spent 15 minutes or more on that one problem, but, by gosh, by golly, I did it.  I didn’t get distracted by all the people coming in and out of the New Skills center.  I was into this word problem.

In sitting down doing this test with numbers and things that look like (35) (75) x 14-22, was like being in Marty McFly’s time machine.  I had an episode of “Sista Collie-9th Grader” flash before my eyes.  I can remember sitting in class at Northside Jr. High (now Brentwood Middle) and Brentwood High School, with a ditto sheet in front of me (remember those?) of math problems and trying to work it and not having the ability to put it all through my head.  I was good for the first 15 seconds of the math problem, but, after that, it was time to move on to the next one.   I don’t know if that makes any sense, it’s a little hard to explain what it’s like being weird this way. 

I’ve felt like a different person the last few days.  It’s kinda like when you get new glasses and you notice shingles on a roof for the first time.  It’s exhilarating and emotional at the same time.  I tried to explain it to Mr. Smiff this morning and got all teary.  It’s very cool and all and you find yourself wondering why all the counselors and other experts I’ve been to through the years never caught on to this.  Then again, the journey all these years has been invaluable.  Perhaps I wouldn’t have developed coping skills had I been medicated?  Perhaps I’d be a different, less charming gal?

The fun part, too, of this little trip is the finding things I haven’t seen inawhile.  I found some cute shoes I bought in the spring a couple days before I started work. I think I wore them once.  Why did I only wear them once? Because they got buried amongst the mounds of crap in my budoir.  The Crap is not quite so scary to dig into.  Maybe it’s psychosomatic or the Placebo effect but I’m feeling good.