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.)
And 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!
(Thanks to Snopercod for the video)
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.)
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!
(Thanks to JR)
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…..
(Thanks to JR)
Nobody Flashes Email
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!
(Thanks to JR)
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.
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.
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.
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—-
“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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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, 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.
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? )
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)
There are so many beautiful sights in the world…
it’s been a while since I’ve written you…but as you often do, you visited me this morning while I was lying in the water, looking up through the leaves of my favorite tree. The sun was hitting just a clump of leaves on the branch above my head, and the beauty of it was so emotional, I found myself overwhelmingly thankful just to be alive, at that very moment. To have eyes to see the glory of the yellow light shining through the green leaves against the clearest of blue skies. To breath in the freshest of air. I just cannot believe that anybody on the planet cannot see, all around them…you. To me, you are as real as the oxygen in the air, and it’s beyond my comprehension that so many people don’t see…or feel…your presence. It’s as if…they were born blind.
Because I do. And I have ever since I was a child….so, as I see from this great masterpiece called the Hubble, you are very busy…birthing stars, destroying planets, moving energy, spiraling galaxies, and then there’s us.
What to do with us? The earth is much like the rest of the universe: there are stars being born, (astronomers, inventors) galaxies (countries) colliding and destroying each other, stars and plants rotating around central suns, (families) and dark matter (love) holding it all together.
Because with all the terrible things happening in the world, surely we would have blown ourselves up without SOMETHING holding us all together. Some people would say it’s fear. Or love.
I think it’s you. Take a bow, God, Keeping earth together has NOT been easy.
Did you hear me complaining out loud this morning? I know, it’s the same old stuff that many of us complain about. One planet and all these nutty people…you would think, they would look up in the sky once in a while and go.
And I’m tired. It seems the more I understand, the more depressing it gets. I don’t know who said “Ignorance is bliss” but I bet he’s a distant cousin of mine.
The people running the planet are like black holes: Putin, Obama, Hillary, Assad, Saudi, Ried, Pelosi, the Fed, China, North Korea,, Iran…and the breaking up of thousands of years of human traditions, sucking the life and hope out of the people of the earth. It’s like, nobody can escape them.
How can you do that God? All the same rules abide throughout the universe. Humans need oxygen to breathe and freedom to advance. Maybe some of that dark energy is getting in the water.
Mmmmm…Michelle is telling us to drink water now. She likes playing God. As if…we don’t drink water.
So, while I have your attention, a few requests are in order: Help all the people out there who are living paycheck to paycheck, make it to another paycheck. (ahem)
Whoever is starting all those god awful fires out West….well…some instant karma would be nice. Go ahead. Hit them upside the head with a smoke bomb.
Try to give the winning Powerball number to someone who deserve it. ( I consider myself worthy…just so you know.)
And hey…it’s been awhile since we’ve seen a miracle. How about sending a Moses from the people of America, to lead the world back from the abyss of despair, and America into recovery?
Compared to all the billions of other stuff you have going on..I know…it’s pretty small, but humans are pretty special, don’t you think? We COULD be one of your finest creations if you just give us a chance.
You know, I saw Justin Beiber tonight dancing as a Tufu Square on Saturday Night Live. Did you catch that? You should have. Humans do have a good side to them. They do the strangest things.
Like write God letters knowing that the NSA will be looking at this someday, and put it in my medical record that I’m nuts. It’s Okay. That’s a small price to pay just to get to talk to you.
But…just in case…a very small comet could destroy that whole NSA building God. Just a small one. After hours…you know…don’t hurt anyone.
(Okay..people…that’s your cue. IF you like stars and wonder like I do about the universe, give this video a watch. It’s really very good.)
Thanks to Ant…because God made him send this video to me as I was just sitting here wondering what in the WORLD I was going to write about.
Nobody Gets Email
It is just a gorgeous day here in St. Louis, so I’m just going to pass along some of my favorite email pictures….a cat I would NOT want to brush, a kitten that is too adorable, a real Obama bowling alley in Florida, where it is said the scores are very high, and a paradox.
And now…I’m going to.take a nap! And you thought I was going to do something really important.
Michael Moore, probably the first socialist-capitalist-pig in America, is getting a divorce:
Documentary filmmaker Michael Moore has filed for divorce from wife Kathleen Glynn. The story appears in Michigan’s MLive. The Moores have been married since 1991 but have been together much longer than that. They are said to have a net worth of around $50 million. All of Moore’s hit movies– from Roger and Me to Sicko– have been made during the marriage. Glynn was a producer on several of the films and worked with Moore for at least 20 years. The couple otherwise has no children.
So we can only guess why: Too many Fast Food Nation hamburger? Not enough Bowling for Dollars nights? The feminists should ask, did he beat her when she said she actually LIKED Hostess cupcakes? Has she got another man? Was she sick to death of listening to him talk about Hillary Clinton?
You know what?…Nobody Cares.