To Wine, or Not to Wine
Nobody Cares
Please. Tell me somebody else besides me does this:
I was watching some program on the HGTV channel, and it was about this married couple who was buying an apartment in New York. He looked…Arab, and she was like a blond model. Anyway…YOUNG…too young to be forking out $10 million for an apartment. And the agent showed them three places, all up in that price range. One place alone…had a hallway that was as long as a football field, and about 15 bedrooms… They fell in love. The kitchen was half the size of my house. 
Now, the whole time I am thinking: 1st…How in the world did these two twenty- year- olds get so much money?: and 2nd…Why is it that rich people seem so…very ordinary? When the agent said it would be ready in three months, the girl sighed and pretty much demanded that she wanted to move in sooner, because…”I’m so tired of all the toys.” she said.
Oh. Gee. Must be tough to want to move because you’re tired of your kids TOYS getting in the way. That’s a reason to buy a $10.9 million dollar New York penthous apartment if ever there was one.
So, I take it this woman had plan to put her kids (who were all of two to three) down at the other end of that football length hall, and it would be as if they were in another state, and she was imagining all her time being spent waaaaaaaaaaaaay off in the other side of the gigantic apartment ….where toys would not be a problem.
When a woman from the poorer class has a “toy” problem, she makes the kids either pick them up, or she throws them in the basement, near the Christmas tree. Really, how hard can this be? Rich people just buy a bigger house.
There are no words that I can explain for me to understand the complete lack of “IQ” for people that have so much money. But then…all you have to do is look at Michael Moore.
Wait…..forget I said that. I should NOT have said that…I might have nightmares.
Which brings me to this: Penfolds of Australia had made the most expensive bottle of wine in the world, or so they claim. The wine has no corks or screw tops, so for $168,000, Penfold will send a man to your house to open it for you with a silver tool. 
I’m not all convinced that wine drank from a $168,000 bottle is all that much different that one from an old jelly jar.
Poor people all over the world have been drinking cheap wine and not tripping over toys for hundreds of years. They also drink wine, and do trip over toys, but NEVER do they feel they have to move.
And so now…I think it’s time for somebody on TV to invent a new TV program: House Swap. Let some poor people go live in a mansion, and let the rich people live in the poor man’s house. And then, spread some toys around the floor, and make the rich people drink cheap wine, and poor people drink expensive wine, and see which couple loses it first.
To Honor This Infamous Day in Tax History….
Nobody Remembers
To honor this infamous day in the history of the biggest tax increase in a nation’s history, (Obamacare upheld by the Supreme Court) I give you…
The perfect song…with a few added words by George Harrison.
Go ahead…sing along.
Also, remember, these two men George Harrison and Eric Clapton married the SAME woman, and here they were still playing guitar like old friends, after they both remarried.
Makes you wonder doesn’t it?
Finally: The Golf Swing Explained
Nobody Flashes
Don’t know how to play golf?
This, explains it all.
Thank You Michael Reagan….
Nobody Knows
I’ve always admired Michael Reagan. You can’t help but like him when you read his books. Michael is a son that Ronald Reagan I’m sure was immensely proud of. Here he describes the horrible event that happened to him as a boy…when a man, took his innocence away as a child.
Nobody Knows, but Nobody can guess, that this stuff happens a lot more than people think. In my family alone, we’ve had two incidents that left unbearable scars on the victims. Kids don’t talk, but they are angry, and depressed, and it can color their whole life.
Most every American, when they heard the story of the man in Texas who killed the man who was molesting his little girl said…they would react the very same way.
The trouble is, most child molesters are trusted members of the community as we see time and again. They are fantastic liars. Nobody Thinks that Michael Jackson was a child abuser..they all sound the same, when they deny whatever the kids say happened. The recent trial of Jerry Sandusky was a big wake-up call as to how one man can molest children forever without ever being stopped. His adopted son said, “I really wanted to die.” after all the touching and rubbing. Matt was one of his six adopted children. I don’t think there was a sane person in the country who was not happy about his sentence.
“I LOVE the children! They love me! I never hurt them! ” etc, etc… They “Love” the children, and they do…but when they rape them, they should be locked up. Really…look at that guy. You would never suspect him of such a thing.
Thank goodness Michael finally told his parents, and for him to reveal this to the world is incredibly brave. The more people who come forward about it, the more we can make this kind of thing, what it really is: an incredible horrific crime. They should all be locked up…for good…and in my Nobody Opinion: forever.
Nobody Flashes:Rich Cars Vs Poor Cars
Nobody Flashes
No matter what you hear about money…there are more people in the world who have an awful lot of it! And what do they do with their millions? Why buy expensive cars, of course!
Nobody compares what Ferrari is going to do to get into the Guinness Book of Records: They plan to gather the most Ferrari’s in one place, in the UK on September 15th. Their goal is to get 1,000, and so far they have 600 lined up. What does the common man do to get into Guinness? He makes his couch into a go-cart!
And if you think that the rich can’t think of anything to spend their money on…THINK AGAIN! There is the gold wrapped Mercedes-Benz in Dubai, and the gold wrapped Lamborghini Aventador LP700 in Miami! And yes, that’s REAL gold….you know, the gazillion dollars an ounce kind…but…if you don’t have the money for these beauties, remember, there’s always your own ingenuity.
Nobody’s Perfect: Jimmy Carter VS Elmo
Nobody’s Perfect
This week we have two very important world figures trying to take the spotlight with their grievances, Jimmy Carter and Elmo. I was going to go for Cher this week, because she keeps ranting that the Tea Party people are all racist… but…why? Elmo at this point is much more interesting. 
Let’s start with that pontificating putterer, x-President Jimmy Carter, who no doubt is still wondering if we have aliens on the planet, because he is looking for the Carter family tree. I’m convinced he could be of alien descent because I can’t think of any recent x President that dislikes America as much as he does.
Notice I said X American President.
Carter is STILL knocking America…and that’s because America threw him out of office because he put on his sweater one day in the Oval Office, looked the American people straight in the eye, and told America to turn down their thermostats and get out our ugliest sweaters, because we were basically all energy hogs and it was our fault (not his) that we had to wait in long lines to get gas.
It didn’t go over too well.
Once Ronald Reagan came to save the day, we couldn’t WAIT for Jimmy to go back to his peanut farm. But did he? Nooooooo, he had to continue to torture us with all his opinions…like how the election of Hugo Chavez was a good one. Once Jimmy Carter agreed to do an interview in Playboy, Nobody thought that if there were any redeeming qualities Jimmy might have had…class was not one of them. He has been one of the noisiest and litigious pathological anti American President ever to grace the Oval Office, but..yesterday–he just might have gone too far.
He is now attacking Obama…Lions and Tiger and Bears…OH MY!
Jimmy Carter, America’s 39 the president, denounced the Obama administration for “clearly violating” 10 of the 30 articles of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, writing in a New York Times op-ed on Monday that the “United States is abandoning its role as the global champion of human rights. In addition to the drone strikes, Carter criticized the current president for keeping the Guantanamo Bay detention center open, where prisoners “have been tortured by water boarding more than 100 times or intimidated with semiautomatic weapons, power drills or threats to sexually assault their mothers.”
Notice the words “intimidated.”
Actually, if a Muslim really believed that some American soldier was really going to sexually assault their mother, then he deserved to be water boarded for stupidity alone.
And even though Jimmy has protected Muslims all over the world, this time he has maybe stepped over the…x –tow the Party democratic line.
And then there’s Elmo. Evidently Elmo is claiming that the Jews are ruining the world, (see video) something Mel Gibson once said to a cop. So many kids were around while Elmo was losing his mind trying to tell people that the Jews were taking over, a guy in another stupid costume had to get him to shut up.
Who made the biggest blooper this week? 
How do you compare? I can’t. Both of them are stupid.
And speaking of stupid—Kim Kardashion had this to say about herself and the Virgin Mary:
“I think if I’m 40 and I don’t have any kids and I’m not married, I would have a baby artificially inseminated, I would feel like Mary — like Jesus is my baby. When I did want to have sex the first time, I was almost 15,” she told Winfrey — just like the Virgin Mary said in the Gospel of Matthew.
She told this to Oprah. Word has not come in if she was on drugs, or if the Catholic Church might be considering working with Kim to redo the Virgin Mary statues with Kim Kardashion statues ..or not. Somehow Kim completely missed the point that you have to be a VIRGIN to be Mary.
I’m beginning to think I should have compared Cher to Kim this week: The Botox Devil and the Virgin Mary.
Still somewhere I just know, that Jimmy Carter has lusted for them both.
Therefore, Elmo wins by default. Congratulations Elmo! Jimmy Carter and Egypt await you.
Nobody Flashes: Happiness in a Dancing AC/DC Cockatoo
Nobody Flashes
Nobody is as lucky as me. Upon hearing about the loss of my little parakeet Mango, a dear friend sent me this to cheer me up.
At least watch some of this if you can…this bird is incredible!
(Thanks to THE POWER!)
Amygdala’s and Mango
Nobody Knows—
What is it about birds and why do I love them so much? They eat, they fly around, they chatter, they sing….they sleep. They stretch their wings when you go over to their cage to say hello to you. I don’t know how many times I have reported on this blog about one of my parakeets dying…I told my self I was NOT going to do it again. But, something inside on me wants to report to the rest of the world, that on this vast earth, with millions of people dying…soldiers, parents, children, lovers that– yes, even a somewhat insignificant tiny little bird can bring immense joy to your life, and emptiness when they leave it.
You have no idea.
I’ve had parakeets since I was about nine. I have three now, and I keep my parakeets in my little kitchen. They are the first things I greet in the morning, and when I take off their cover, they sing me hello, and they sing hello to the sunshine that flows from the window right next to the cage. It’s as it to tell me..”Life is good! Life is good! Wake up! You are alive! We are alive!” At least that’s how I interpret it.
A bird sings because it must. I write about it because I must. What are you going to do?
What kind of woman does that make me? I’m not running around with a briefcase off to some lawyer’s meetings. I’m not a doctor who begins each day typing in some computer. No, I start my day with taking care of my ‘buddies” as if they are just as important as an upcoming thesis on nano-technology.
And Mango died tonight.
Mango was an off green yellow, and the bully of the cage. He was the top banana. I was forever going over to the cage when he was chasing some of the other birds around and saying, “Stop that Mango!” But when I caught pneumonia this spring, he seemed to catch it too. Then one day, he woke up lame in one foot. The vet said…Oh don’t worry about it, he’ll get that foot back. But, the foot went dead…and it was amazing to see how this one little guy kept up his daily routing of preening his feathers. He could barely hold onto the stem, he kept losing balance, and falling down, and it was hell for him to climb back up into his perch with only one working foot, but he managed it, for a whole month. To see the courage and determination of such a small task was just as inspiring as seeing a cancer patient going through chemotherapy.
I know, you think there’s no comparison. But you have to look at it from the “bird’s” point of view.
When Mango couldn’t do it any longer. Mango went to the floor. And when the bird goes to the floor, he goes to die.
But he didn’t die. He held on for weeks…until tonight.
Have you ever watched a bird die in your hands? I took Mango outside and showed him the sky, the trees, what he has been missing. Maybe it’s cruel, but really..birds are not meant to be pets to humans now are they? His little eyes got so big…at the sight of a leaf.
I know, you think, come on Joyanna, you’re putting thoughts into that bird’s head that aren’t there. Am I? Does a bird recognize a leaf from just the millions of years of evolution, even if they have never seen one? Was he thinking, “OMG! What have I been missing!” Or…”Is this heaven?” Okay, now I really am putting words in a bird’s mouth, but hey…
Just seconds before he passed, his heart was beating so loud in my palm it was as if both our heartbeats become one–and I tried really hard with this bird to say I was NOT going to cry. But by the last heartbeat, and the shiver of the tiny body, and the flicker of a silver wing, and the closing of his eyes. …I was crying.
In reality, I was maybe scaring him to death.(LOL)
You know, I have been called “too sensitive” all my life. I’m too sensitive to the heartbeat of a bird. I’m too sensitive to the expression in a man’s eyes. I’m too sensitive for whatever. A man finds my ridiculous tears over a silly bird absurd…and the quintessence of…estrogen. And he would be …right. But, that doesn’t mean I’m incapable of rational thought. There IS reason in my madness.
The reason I cling to my animals are because they never disappoint me. They show me daily, and with the poignant innocence that we have all lost, God’s beauty in the face of a crazy political world of insanity. They are the oasis in the storm. Sometimes they are the only sanity one can find. To me, my birds are tiny angels…here to bring me light in darkness. To sing life. To make me SEE life..beyond the toaster, the computer, the car, the concrete.
I once read an article in Psychology Today that said that some people really ARE to sensitive. Their amygdalas were bigger than other people. Like a physical handicap.
And so my amygdala is making me celebrate the life of a bird. The life of a tree. The life of a soldier, the life of a lover, a friend.
To me, each one is equally precious in God’s eyes and the broken wing of my amygdala.
Mango—-We were only waiting for this moment to arrive–fly….
Nobody’s Email: The Candyman…
Nobody Gets Email
Okay…yesterday I had a dying parakeet and a dog with a limp foot. If you happen to be an animal lover you know how that goes.
So, let’s post this really fun video of a guy making fun of the government! And then, let’s all go swimming! This one is so much fun, I might learn it.
Enjoy!
(Thanks to Mona)
Hubbling the Ultra Deep Neurosis
Nobody Remembers–
The very first “fright” of my life. I was three, and looking up at the stars from the back of my dad’s old Ford. It was not only scary, but it was the start of my true neurotic understanding that I could NEVER be anything in life because I was just a tiny bit of speck of nothing in sight of that massive universe. The vastness of the universe crushed me that night.
I never really got over it. I mean come on…I’m still the NOBODY! Even if Nobody Cares that Nobody Remembers!
BUT…it deosn’t mean that I can’t enjoy sharing this with everyone. If you wondered how we got those cool deep space pictures, this explains it.
Enjoy! Excuse me while I go outside and look up.























