It has been a looong winter–too long to be couped up inside!

The same can be said of a few topics inside the pea-brain of My Odd Sock.

Time for a Brain Drain.  Time to flush out the poisons.

Let’s get started…..

So Stuck-I’m Stupid

These “Stuck in Ohio” stickers have popped up in the rear-windows of cars like dandelions on my summer lawn.

So does my blood pressure when I see one!

“How pompous” I thought.  “Stuck in Ohio?  Ohio’s not so bad.  I’ve lived here all my life!”  I huffed & puffed, “if you hate it so much here in Ohio–MOVE!”

Yeah, where ya gonna go…..Indiana?   Ha Ha–jerks!

I was spitting nails.

Then in my research for this writing, I discover “Stuck in Ohio” isn’t a statement of discontent.  “Stuck in Ohio” is actually a group of film producers “who specialize in pop culture, board sport lifestyles and music video production.”  Creative folk…ah, stuck in Ohio.

Sorry S.I.O. for my quick-tempered judgement—I’m just a cranky old man.

Let me hike my pants above my belly-button and shuffle away in shame.

Let’s move on…..

Golden Words

Here are two print ads I thought were interesting.

In this advertisement for Friendly’s Restaurants, they offer the “guilt-free Happy Ending Sundae.”

Now, I may be wrong but the term “happy ending” has usually been associated with sleezy, adult massage parlors.

Friendly’s thought it was such an important marketing gimmick, they trademarked the phrase!

Honestly, I don’t believe ANYONE in the business world was lining up to make these words their own!

Next.

What?  Has Old Navy got out of shilling the cheap t-shirts that are trashed after one washing…and entered the illegal baby trade business?

Folks spend thousands of George Washingtons on fertility treatments.  Some travel to the ends of the earth to adopt a child.  Who knew I could go to my local Old Navy pick up some cargo pants and get a child as low as five dollars!

That’s where they get you…..”from $5 dollars.”

Do you suppose the ones who are potty-trained are MORE expensive?

Moving along….

Miner Forty-Niner

Quite possibly the dumbest new TV show has to be the Discovery Channel’s “Gold Rush.”

This group of bearded mental giants believe they will achieve fortune by building a “gold-panning” operation in Alaska.  Trouble is, they have invested hundreds of thousands of dollars and so far have panned for only a palm-sized cache of AU.  In fact, I have more gold in the fillings of my teeth than these ZZ Top look-alikes have uncovered!

You know, I haven’t seen of heard of ZZ Top in ages.  Maybe the Gold Rush guys are ZZ Top minus the shades!

Save panning for gold for the people vacationing the western tourist traps…and save your eyes from watching “Gold Rush.”

Phew, is spring here yet?  I hope it gets here soon or else my head will explode!

That does it for this Brain Drain.  Feel free to unload your cranial baggage with a comment if you wish.  Till next time.

And you’re going to inject it into my muscles?  And it’s going to ease my spasticity?

That’s crazy!

Crazy, but it’s true.  It’s Botox Therapy, or BT.  And I am living, breathing (needs a TicTac) proof!

I just completed my third treatment (each treatment lasts about 3 months) and I can’t wait for my Botox to kick in.

The therapy’s benefits are not usually noticed for a few days..up to a couple of weeks after the treatment.  But it does help to ease muscle tightness.

Over the years, I’ve tried numerous muscle relaxers in pill form and I still take one on a daily basis.  My biggest complaint is the “dosey-dopey” state many of those pills put me in.

(What?…He’s not naturally that “dosey-dopey?”)

Excuse me, you don’t graduate from college with a stellar 2.3 gpa being “dosey-dopey!”

I was given several Botox injections in my inner thighs & calves (my problem areas).  And the whole procedure was done in about an hour.

As a matter off fact, a hidden camera  captured this picture during my actual session.

Multiple Sclerosis affects everyone differently.  So whether your spasticity is in your legs, arms, neck or wherever, Botox Therapy may offer you some relief.

And check out the difference…….

Before Botox

After Botox

Just remember, My Odd Sock is an expert on nothing, just an idiot on everything.

Anyone care to hear some ZZ Top?…..”She’s got le-eggs!”