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Nobody’s Fool: Randy Pausch

Nobody’s Fool

I don’t usually post long lectures like video’s, but I read this guys’ book last week, and I found him to be a most amazing human being. This was called his “last lecture” because when he made this video, he had about 3 months to live due to the fact that he had pancreatic cancer, therefore he wanted to stuff all he learned in life into a video for his kids.

What’s amazing about Randy, is his incredible optimism. In this video he takes you on the journey of his life, how he got to work at Disney on all the great rides, and how to face death.

He gives lots of good advice, and even it you can’t watch it, just listen to it, or take it in pieces like I did.

Randy Wins the Nobody’s Fool award for being probably the most pragmatic human to ever walk the planet. He was truly, a remarkable man, and more than that….so VERY American.

 

April 17, 2014 Posted by | Life | | Leave a comment

Nobody’s Email: Bella and Bubbles

Nobody Gets Email

Here’s a video for all my friends! (Yes, you’ve got a friend in me!)

Enjoy the wonderful friendship of Bubbles the elephant and Bella the dog!

(Thanks to J.R.)

April 12, 2014 Posted by | Life | | 2 Comments

Nobody’s Email: Good Men Save Whale

Nobody Gets Email

This is a REAL feel good video….a humpback whale, almost dead, was saved by a few good men.

It’s great!

Enjoy!

(Thanks to Kim Komando)

April 4, 2014 Posted by | Life | | 3 Comments

It’s ALWAYS Best to Share the Beauty

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I went to see my son last week at his home. We watched Cosmos together, and marveled at the universe, and I got to thinking…I had never talked much to my son about religion. I never took him to church as a small child, even though I myself was taken every Sunday to a Methodist church by my parents.

Sometime when I was about six, I became very spiritual…and thought I felt God. After all, I was out in the swamps all day, among all the marvelous nature that it holds. I have never lost that revelation ever, and I don’t believe you need Jesus to get there.

Some people even think there is a “god’ gene. And that could be true, if we are all stardust, it would explain the tremendous proclivity people have toward the spiritual.

It was at that moment when I was five,  that I decided that churches were not necessary for a relationship with god. And so, I’ve always had that…connection. Churches became…places where people gathered. But you certainly didn’t need them at all.

Nevertheless, I wondered what my own son thought about…God. I know I have always put the Ten Commandments as a rule for my own life, not because they were in the Bible, but because they make so much sense. But I never wanted to force my son to church. I figured that when he got older, he could study it all on his own.

As we watched Cosmos, I didn’t say what I was thinking, and at some moment (when they were talking about the big bang)  I wanted to ask him if he believed there was a ‘god”, but then, he turned to me and said, “You know, there is absolutely no reason at all that evolution and God can’t exist together. It could have been his plan all along.

Exactly. (It must be genetic)

The universe is filled with so much beauty….and it’s always better to share it, isn’t it?

So, Enjoy some smaller parts of the universe and…hopefully, you will feel the need to share.

(Thanks to JR)

March 30, 2014 Posted by | Life | | 5 Comments

Nobody LOVES Pilots!

Nobody Flashes

I love anything to do with airplanes. When I was 19, I wanted to learn how to fly a plane, but the closet I got to that, was a plane ride by a guy who took me up in his Cessa 150, under the promise that he would teach me the basics, and well…who knew that planes could go on autopilot while the pilot decides he wants his payment in a kiss? My excitement about going up in a plane, did NOT register my “Hey, how well do you know this guy?” mode in my brain.  I thought, since he was about 60, he had no interest in young girls.

Okay, laugh here. Or not. I was desperate. But, what was I going to do? Jump out? That wasn’t the first OR last time my desire to do something fun had gotten me into trouble.

That trip turned out fine, I managed to get by with just an unwanted kiss, and a great view of the ARCH. And since that time, I have stuck to the big planes.

Now, with that little warm-up story, here’s a few picture from a pilot to the other pilots that read this blog. It’s the Royal Air Force and the photographer wanted the plane to get closer and the email title was “CLOSE ENOUGH?”  (Don’t mess with the Royal Air Force)

(Thanks to amfortas, a pilot and lover of planes.)

Close enough onePlane threePlane twoPlane fourAnd also…how ABOUT landing on a glazier? Something my brave reader snopercod did just a few days ago….and it seems, nowadays, learning how to fly is not as expensive as it use to be, in fact, just like running for President, you don’t even need a birth certificate!

Who knew?

(Thanks to Snopercod for the video)

March 9, 2014 Posted by | Life, Uncategorized | | 1 Comment

Soldiers Put Down the Guns…For Love

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I can’t think of anything more uplifting than that moment when the soldier coming home from war gets to meet his baby. (both of them.)

Enjoy!

March 7, 2014 Posted by | Life, love, Military | , | Leave a comment

Nobody’s Email: People Come to the Rescue…

Nobody Gets Email

As promised, some good news to counterbalance the past week. You would think, with the rotten rulers we have to watch everyday, humanity left the planet..

NO! Here’s some great nobodies saving lives…I’m sure glad they got that baby elephant out of that hole!

Enjoy!

(Thanks to JR)

February 28, 2014 Posted by | Life | | 1 Comment

What We Need Now Is Sheer LUCK

Nobody Wonders

Do you get up every morning, turn on the news, and wonder how the HECK is America going to survive “President” Obama, Hillary Clinton, Rino Republicans, and really bad reality shows?

Have heart my young nobodies! (Okay, older nobodies too.) Sometimes in life, you can get LUCKY!

And luck is what we need now….so watch and learn…luck DOES exist. There is hope! Nobody (does) Wonders, though, just when we are going to get ours…..

Enjoy!

(Thanks to JR)

February 26, 2014 Posted by | Life | | Leave a comment

Nobody Flashes Happy Cows

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With all the bad news surrounding us everyday, here’s a bit of good news, about what some regular nobody people in Germany did for some local cows.

If you have never seen cows bounce around (something I am witnessing for the first time here) don’t miss this!

Enjoy!

(Thanks to JR)

February 3, 2014 Posted by | Life | | Leave a comment

What will Dubai do in 2015?

Nobody Cares

If I post firework video’s, right?

Leave it to an American company to put on the best show in the world…in Dubai. In downtown Burj Khalifa, they set a world’s firework record: 500,000 set off in 10 minutes.

Out in the suburbs (cough, cough) on Palm island, they set off 400,000 from 400 locations.

I post these for all my firework loving friends who I’m sure, like me, would wish they could have been there.

Enjoy!

January 3, 2014 Posted by | Life, Uncategorized | | Leave a comment

Destorying the Innocent, Destoring Future Happiness: The Education of Your Children

Nobody Wins

His name was Chris Lambert. I remember how soft his hand felt when he reached over to hold my hand. My heart was racing so hard, I could hear it beat.  Did the teachers see? Could it be true? As we sat in our fold-up chairs watching the movie in the school auditorium, I remember looking up, because the world had stopped in time. We were watching the story of Christmas, a school favorite, “The Littlest Angel” …(imagine that, in a public school no less) and as I looked up, I saw an angel in the snow on the screen,  and a little drummer boy…playing to baby Jesus.The littlest angel

I’ve loved Christmas ever since. I had never seen snow before in real life, but it sure looked pretty.

At that very moment Chris reached over and placed something in my hand. It was the cross he wore around his neck. He wore that cross every day. It was given to him by his father who was the town minister.   He wanted me to take it. “I can’t,  I said. “You’re father gave you that.”

“Yes, It’s okay.  I want you to go steady with me.” he whispered.

I was…everything you are in the first moment of love…ecstatic. We were…going steady! Somebody loved me! The magic of the moment is to this very day, is still embedded in my deepest of hearts.

I held his hand in my right, his beautiful cross in my left. I have never been as nervous ever again in my lifetime, as I was at that moment. It was a moment right out of every Hallmark movie ever written, except…… I was five. So was Chris.

And what’s even more amazing, is I remember worrying that the teachers might not want us to hold hands. After all, in an auditorium of the whole grade school, (about 400 kids) we were the only two holding hands.  There were teachers all around us….watching. Did they see? Yes—- they did. But, they did nothing. They looked, and walked away. To them, it was simply sweet.Heidi and Pater

Back then, teachers were actually, smart.

Back then, kids weren’t suspected of sexual harassment. Back then, children’s love was innocent. Back then, teachers were adults.  I remember a few of them whispering and smiling. No doubt, a precious memory for them too.

It was my first encounter with love. It made such a big impression on my heart that to this day, I think most all men are wonderful.  Everyone loved Chris. It was all that was meant to be between a young girl and a young boy. We were the deepest of friends.  We never kissed.  Just held hands.

That first romance set my heart to love comes first over sex for the rest of my life.  Love is everything.

Chris was, to my little five-year-old mind, my hero.  Everyone talked about Chris in our little grade school. He wore sepplhosen shorts—-brown suede, leather Swiss pants, with beautiful embroidered halter straps. And he wore them every single day, in winter. It was all of 50 degrees outside, and the kids thought he was crazy, but he was never cold, because he had moved to Naples, Florida, from Alaska.  To the rest of us, he seemed invincible to the cold which made him…pretty cool.

And yes, the fact that he was from a godly family meant a lot to me. Even at five, I was very close to God. I didn’t know what God looked like, but I knew he was special.

Looking back, on this cold winter’s night, I bet some of those teachers got the biggest kick out of us little lovers holding hands.Just like I got a big kick out of my young son’s first love.  I took this picture while my son and I were walking his neighbor girl pal home one day. She was just one of his many buddies. They walked ahead of me, and then out of the clear blue sky, she turned to him, grabbed his hand, and said—-img008

“Brett, you’re my HERO!” as loud as she could, with that big beautiful smile you see here on her face. And then, she kept saying it all the way up the street.

“I know.” Brett replied.

It was the cutest thing, precious really, so I took this picture of them both.

(Okay, I got a kick out of the confidence of my son also, but he said it with a big smile. There he is picking her a flower. )

And here’s the point: When adults reprimand the natural feelings of love that children have of each other, they spoil the trust and friendship that needs to be developed when they get older. They need to trust each other and that starts when they are young. The teachers of today are teaching that all touching is sex. And they don’t even know what sex is yet.

They are really screwing up love, and trust, which leads to marriage. What the hell is wrong with them?

By now, everyone knows about the little boy who got expelled from school for kissing some girls hand. And to put insanity onto it, they called it sexual harassment.

This is feminist indoctrination 101.

It’s made national news, and the smart kid is having fun with it. Obviously, he’s bored, and he really liked this little girl. So —-A kiss on the hand.  The reason kids do this stuff, means they see their parents love for each other.  And they imitate it. They are imitating love. Not sex. That’s a good thing. More young boys should kiss girl’s hands. This teaches the whole school that ‘boys’ are not to be trusted.

My god.

The school system is out to change all that. There is no love, only sex.

But hey, I’m not worried about the kids. There will always be that first love at five. It’s just a shame that more people don’t stand up to the idiots we are paying to NOT BRAINWASH OUR KIDS—Just because you’re screwed up with leftist feminist bull-crap, doesn’t mean you have a right to destroy our children!

It took my husband to worry me more: “I bet if that kid had kissed a ‘boys’ hand, he would not have been expelled.”

Somebody tell that kid he needs to add that line to his defense.

December 11, 2013 Posted by | education, feminist, Life, Uncategorized | , , | 4 Comments

Happy Thanksgiving!

Birth_of_Dem_PartyNobody Wishes a Happy Thanksgiving to Everyone!

Pass that Pumpkin Pie! happy tbankgiving

November 27, 2013 Posted by | Life, Uncategorized | | 1 Comment

Why the World is Filled With Dumb Blonds

Nobody Remembers

I was going to remember that the United Nations was started on this day, in 1945, and that today Brazil, France and Germany are appealing to the U.N. to stop Obama from spying on them.

But that would make a very boring story.dumb blond two

So, I’m going to tell a short story about baseball.

First: I had great parents. My parents were so trusting that when I was 17, I drove to Snowmass, Colorado all by myself. In fact I went all over the country by myself.  I’m not sure if it’s because they knew they couldn’t tame me, or if they were just hoping I’d met some rich guy,  (Probably a little of both.) But, when it came to men, sometimes I was just dense. I just didn’t see them being attracted to me at all. And so I married the first guy who wanted to marry me, because I didn’t think I’d ever get another chance.

Yeah, low self-esteem comes in buckets.

So of course that marriage lasted all of one year and three months. This story comes, right after the painful divorce. I was pretty lonely so I got hooked on baseball. I always went to the game by myself, only because, I’ve never really had girlfriends. I would work at night as a drummer, (in all guy bands) and during the day, I would go to the games. And I got hooked.

On the game of baseball.

Anyway, to make a long story short, here in St. Louis, Busch stadium was downtown, and I do remember one night, in the middle of July, the game lasted until midnight, and when a game runs overtime, you have a lot of drunks walking to the parking lot. It was a hot summer night, and I was in my usual short-shorts, which would bring cat-calls, and frankly, I was scared to walk to my car. It was just a gut feeling. After all, East St. Louis, is just a kick away from downtown.dark alley

So, I went to the nearest hotel bar. I thought, if I sat there long enough, the drunks would leave, and I’d have a safer chance once the crowd had cleared out. I’d rather walk in an empty parking lot and take my chances with the shadows.

After about 15 minutes, the bar started filling up with players…from the Dodgers. I was pretty shy around ball players..and so I tried to keep to myself. As I sat at the bar, a very distinguish older gentlemen sat next to me and started to talk. After about five minutes I told him I was only hanging around because I was scared to walk to my car.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” he said in a very jolly voice.bar scene

So, since he had told me he was actually the official Dodgers Team radio commentator, on the road for the Dodgers, ( and he was famous…he told me that.) I figured he had to be safe.

“Really, would you?:  I said….”That would be great.”

So, we walked through the parking lot and got to the car, and I drove him back to the hotel, and then he said, “Hey, park here and come on in for another drink.”

Now, I’m not sure why I did, but looking back on it, I was flattered that someone famous had even been so nice to me, and I figured one drink was no big deal.  It’s not like I thought he was expecting anything else but conversation.  As I remember, he was pretty much the gentleman the whole time.

So back in we walked, and to my surprised, the whole room of ballplayers started laughing. He went over and said something to a few of them with a big grin on his face, and came back.dumb blond three

“So, why are all the guys laughing at you?” I asked.

“They wanted to know if I screwed you.” He said. “So I told them I did.”

To say I was embarrassed—– To say I was shocked, will let you know how much I trusted people to have decency, and what a dumb blond I really was. Boy, did I feel stupid.

The reality is, baseball players not only do steroids, but they spend many long nights on the road, and many of them have wives, and many of them screw around, and I knew that…but I really didn’t think that the radio star would want to tell an old high school lie. After all, Jack Buck would never do that now…would he?

Judge it or not, I thought the guy was a real creep for doing that…and I felt sorry that he had to lie to even make those young players actually think some young thing wanted to ‘do’ it with him for a walk to her car.

I told him he had no class, blushed, and walked out.dumb blond 1

Now I look back on that and feel sorry for the man. Clearly, he was having a hard time competing with the young ball players and he made up a lie just to impress them.

And what is even funnier, is he TOLD me what he said to them.

I wish my father had told me the tricks that men pull. But then again, I don’t think any father will. I think they should teach their daughters how to shoot a gun, how to box, and all the tricks that men play.

But….they keep their mouths shut for all eternity. And that, in my Nobody Humble Opinion, is why the world is filled with dumb blonds.

(Okay, so this was not a baseball story. It’s just one I remember. Funny how you remember all the times you were stupid, isn’t it? )

October 24, 2013 Posted by | baseball, Life, Uncategorized | , | Leave a comment

My Unforgettable Night

Nobody Remembers

I love music. Some of you know that I used to make my living as a musician. I was a drummer for many years, and then, switched to piano, and got jobs in hotels, restaurants, bars, wherever I could. At the time that I was working, this was one of my favorite romantic songs to sing.

And tonight, I ran across this video: Not only did Nat King Cole have one of the most beautiful male voices ever recorded, just to see this, his daughter, singing a duo with him AFTER he was dead, is just chilling. And the love that they had for each other…..not only unforgettable, but incredible.  In other words: Dads are needed JUST as much as a mother in a woman’s life. Look what these two did.

Unfortunately, the black fathers seem to be a thing of the past. (and orchestras too, sadly.)

Now, having said that: Here’s a fun story;

Back in the year, 2000, I went to Washington D.C., all by myself, because I had always wanted to see the sights. I booked the CHEAPEST hotel I could find online. It was somewhere near the Union Station. My flight arrived late at night and I was bored in the hotel room, so I went down to the bar…..only to find it was karaoke night and I was the ONLY white person there. The bar was packed with blacks.

Obviously, all these black people had good government jobs, I went and got a seat at the bar, and one black guy kept talking to me and buying me drinks.  He was with a table full of women, so I didn’t think too much of it.  Being happy just to hear all the great armature singers, he suggested that I get up and sing. In fact, he wouldn’t shut up about it. I made the mistake of telling him I used to sing for a living.

At the time, I was very familiar with tapes, because I worked in a karaoke bar for a year. I got the ‘list’ and the only one that I found that I maybe could sing, (because trust me, most of these people were good) was Unforgettable.   I didn’t really want to, but the guy kept bugging me. And after all, he kept bribing me with free drinks.

“The only one I think I could sing would be Natalie Cole.” I said to the guy. “I’ll tell you what. If YOU sing it with me, I’ll do it. “

So we did. And he had a ….shocked look on his face. We made it through the song…but you should have seen his face. I’m not sure what he was expecting, but I wasn’t it.

Now…..little did I know that ONE of those girls at his table must have had it bad for the guy, because she started giving me the evil eye, after the song. I went back to the bar, but I could hear her and the guy fighting.

She didn’t seem to mind him talking to me at the bar…but SINGING Unforgettable with him? HA! She wanted me…dead I think.

I was thinking “Gimme three steps, Gimme three steps missy, Gimme three steps towards the door.”

Yep. I left. Went back up to my room.  She was a big woman. And had three very big girl friends.

And so now, whenever I hear that song….I always have to laugh.

The last time I sang Unforgettable, was really…., unforgettable.

What? Did you think this was going to be about sex? (Ha)

October 4, 2013 Posted by | Life, music, Uncategorized | , | Leave a comment

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