Nobody’s Opinion
Last night, our 16-year-old American Eskimo had a massive stroke. She is totally blind, and the stroke left her dazed. On top of that, for the last month I have been nursing two very sick parakeets. I might not be here the next few days….as many of you know, our pets are as precious as anything we have in our lives.
So, I posted this article and the one after it.
For this Monday, I couldn’t have even written such a great article summation of what’s going on as this.
Another NOBODY…sums it up quite well.
THIS is worth the read.
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I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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My heart is with you. Our pets are our children, members of family, well loved, part of ourselves. There can be little hope for old ones. But hope is not all we have. Time catches up with us all. But we can love, and rejoice in their life, and be grateful. And nurse them in their last days.
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