Silly Girl Commercial

I’m going to make a reform commercial.

Linda knows what I love.

I am so down for this.

Little do you all know that I made my way through college with COMMUNICATIONS scholarships.

Yes, I edited the newspaper. I wrote. Writing was my first true love. I only joined nursing when I realized what journalism paid, and only then because I knew I could be an investigative health reporter.

I knew nurses were allowed in places that no journalist would ever be welcomed.

I also knew nurses were much loved and trusted in EVERY culture.

Imagine the information I could obtain!

Then life happened, I got side tracked, and now I am back!

I am doing my original dream, just not exactly how I dreamt it.

Commercials are really not my cup of tea, but in an attempt to join the tea partiers despite my disability, I am all in on this.

I’m thinking I’ll end it with “The status quo has got to go.”

I know I have clips that would be fabulous to use.

I could end the commercial with the clip of me running to throw up, because the system really does make me sick.

That is certainly memorable and funny.

Unfortunately, some clips are on my PC and my MAC has the editing software.

Hopefully it won’t be too hard to transfer videos, and I would love help editing.

I don’t think this is something I could do entirely myself if I want the creative vision realized.

I don’t know exactly what my creative vision is yet, probably something satirical.

We could start with a picture of the sick with a voice overtone stating the profits of our countries’ insurance companies (97 million for NH’s Anthem just last year).

Then we could have a patient say, “At the cost of me”

And another say, “And Me”

And another, “And me.”

After this I could come on camera with a wig, smiling. I’d take the wig off and say. . . . . something.

Haven’t gotten that far yet, but I like it.

Or we could be less serious.

I like the wig thing, because from past experiences I can tell you people stop and stare when I would where one then whip it off.

X’s favorite things was to grab my wig and tear it off in the grocery store to see people’s reactions.

I had to stop wearing it because he just couldn’t keep his hands off.

The shock was worse realizing I was bald this way than having my head hanging out or a scarf on.

So Who wants to help? Who has ideas? Let a girl know.