Joyanna Adams

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Nobody Gets Email: Dance to the SugarPlums in the Universe

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I love this. I have one childhood memory that sticks out from all the rest. I must have been all of three years old, because in the memory, I was sitting in the backseat of my Dad’s car waiting in the dark to pick up my mom at some store. The family moved to Naples, Florida when I was four…so therefore, I had to be three…since it was here in St. Louis.

It was Christmas time, and we were parked in a parking lot, outside a Mall. My father was in the front seat, and my mom seemed to be taking a long time.  I remember the backseat seemed as big as a boat, and I was curled up with my favorite blanket and gazing high up into the sky. Minutes before I had heard the, “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy” on the intercom outside, and asked about it, and I remember looking at my dad, and he told me the story of how all the toys in the Mall came alive and danced, to the music. I don’t know how he knew that, but I believed him, and my mind of course went crazy..picturing all the toys inside the mall…and what if I could locked inside for the night and watch them…oh boy, would mom and dad be mad? And oh boy…that was fun to think about that…and the music was like nothing I had ever heard before, because of course, my parents only listened to Benny Goodman. Dad must have seen it on Lawrence Welk because my grandmother always had that on every week.

It seemed we were there for hours, and I remember gazing up at the sky, and asking my father about the stars. I honestly think it was the first time I had really looked at them, and he must have told me there were millions and they were far away, and right away, I knew that I was the tiniest thing on the planet…no bigger than a grain of sand. It was at that moment that I realized this planet was tiny, I was even tineir…and it was the scariest thing imaginable. Maybe my father told me that…I don’t remember…BUT it put the most horrendous fear of how insignificant I was compared to that vast universe, that I hide under the blanket until mom got to the car.  I was powerless. And if you think about it, my ‘Nobody” self is still under that blanket. (LOL!)

My love for music came from that moment I think. I became a musician, a dancer, and a lover of the stars. To this day, “The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy” is one of my favorite songs, and no matter WHERE I am when I hear it, I stop everything and listen to it all the way through.

Tchaikovsky suffered from deep depressions, and committed suicide. And yet, he left us a small universe of music….His star still shines in this little girl’s heart.

My first piano!

My first piano!

Somehow, music and the universe are meant to be one. Music IS math in so many ways.

My liberal friend just sent me an email..he was upset that in Texas they were thinking about teaching the kids about intelligent design along with evolution. Really, he was horrified. (He HAS no children of his own, and probably never will, being as he is 75.)

So I wrote him back and told him Einstein believed in intelligent design. (LOL!)  And Einstein would agree, so many IQ’s…are lackig imagination. Without imagination, you are only halfway there.

Wait…Let’s make this complete: Here, close your eyes and picture yourself as that grain of sand in the vast universe and TELL me…this song doesn’t fit. I no longer hide under the blankets.

I just smile. And thankfully, I grew into my ears.

ENJOY! (Thanks to Ant)


February 16, 2013 Posted by | humor, Life, Space, Uncategorized | , , | 4 Comments

Nobody’s Email: How to Get Rid of Telephone Solicitors

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During the elections, I about went bananas with all the republicans calling me asking for donations. And they make it sound like if you do NOT send in money, the country will explode right before our eyes, along with every single thing you’ve ever held dear…like pizza on Friday night. Telephone two

I found these two helpful hints sort of fun, but if they don’t work, I have another solution that I use. When I get an annoying phone call…I sing as loud as I can:

“I’m just wild about Harry, and Harry’s wild about meeeeee..the heavenly blisses, from his kisses, keep me in ecstasy! He’s sweet just like chocolate candy, and just like honey from a beeeeee!!!

Oh I’m just wild about Harry, and HE“s just wild about, CANNOT live without, HE’s just wild about Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

And I usually hear the CLICK right after BEEEEE…..

Try it! It works for me…

(Thanks to Tom Beebe)

Tips for Handling Telemarketers: Three little words that work…”Hold On Please…”

(1) Saying this, while putting down your phone and walking off (instead of hanging-up immediately) would make each telemarketing call so much more time-consuming that boiler room sales would grind to a halt. Then when you eventually hear the phone company’s “beep-beep-beep” tone, you know it’s time to go back and hang up your handset, which has efficiently completed its task. These three little words will help eliminate telephone soliciting. Telephone one

(2) Do you ever get those annoying phone calls with no one on the other end? This is a telemarketing technique where a machine makes phone calls and records the time of day when a person answers the phone. This technique is used to determine the best time of day for a “real” sales person to call back and get someone at home. What you can do after answering, if you notice there is no one there, is to immediately start hitting your # button on the phone, 6 or 7 times as quickly as possible. This confuses the machine that dialed the call, and it kicks your number out of their system. Gosh, what a shame not to have your name in their system anymore!



February 16, 2013 Posted by | humor | , | Leave a comment

Obama Sadly Discovers He is Not Emperor of the United States….

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I can’t stop laughing at this one..where Obama tries to convince a poor Latino girl,—- if he were Emperor, all her dreams would come true…

But sadly, he is supposed to enforce the law on the books.

Poor man.

(Thanks to Floyd)

February 16, 2013 Posted by | American History, imigration, Obama | , , , | Leave a comment


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