After last night’s White House Press Party, and all the “white” folks attacks and nastiness disguised as witty, I thought a nice picture of a lilac field might help.
What did we see last night? The fight for power…is well and alive on the planet.
I plan to buy a lilac bush this spring so that every time I get ‘upset’ I can go out in my yard and take a long smell.
By the way…is this a real picture or a photoshop?
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Here’s some really wonderful pictures to enjoy on a Sunday..
(Thanks to JR)
If you haven’t seen this, it will definitely start off your weekend with a smile.
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The TV show, Ninja Warriors, is always fun to watch…but how can you tell a REAL master of anything?
If they make it look easy, they truly ARE the best, and this young man really is a natural climber.
Something tells me that Isaac Caldiero is not going to be a bus boy all his life.
(Thanks to Kim Komando)
To everyone who reads this blog: I just wanted to let you know I’m going to be out-of-town for a few days–It’s the last of summer here, and gas is the cheapest its been in a decade. I plan to get sunburned, float on a big raft down a cool river, and forget the world and all its problems.
I’ll be back to posting on Tuesday.
I hope everyone will have a great holiday (here in the States at least) –don’t labor too much, and drive carefully.
Until then, enjoy this lovely picture of the moon….see you on Tuesday!
Okay. This isn’t funny, but it’s pretty wonderful stuff.
Enjoy…I did. (Thanks to JR)
Written by the late Andy Rooney—
I’ve learned…. That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.
I’ve learned…. That just one person saying to me, ‘You’ve made my day!’ makes my day.I’ve learned…. That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.
I’ve learned…. That being kind is more important than being right.
I’ve learned…. That you should never say no to a gift from a child.
I’ve learned…. That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act
I’ve learned…. That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.
I’ve learned…. That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child
did wonders for me as an adult.
I’ve learned…. That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
I’ve learned…. That money doesn’t buy class.
I’ve learned… That under everyone’s hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.
I’ve learned…. That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.
I’ve learned…. That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to
I’ve learned…. That love, not time, heals all wounds.
I’ve learned…. That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter
than I am.
I’ve learned…. That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.
I’ve learned… That life is tough, but I’m tougher.
I’ve learned…. That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.
I’ve learned…. That when you harbour bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.
I’ve learned…. That I wish I could have told my Mum and Dad that I love them one more time before
I’ve learned…. That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to
I’ve learned…. That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.
I’ve learned…. That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you’re
hooked for life.
I’ve learned…. That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth
occurs while you’re climbing it.
I’ve learned…. That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.
Have a great Father’s Day all you great dads! Hopefully, somebody will mow the lawn for YOU!
Dear —all you Nobody readers….
Congress took a break…..
The ‘President’ took a break…
So, I figured it was a good time for me to take a break…I’m long overdue for one. I’ve decided to take a week off….
I’ll be back here next Monday, August 18, with my usual Monday’s Nobody’s Opinion…hopefully, refreshed and ready to rumble!
Be sure to come back!
HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO EVERY ONE OF YOU GREAT DADS!
Nobody Wins: Here we have two nobody inventor winners! Don’t want Obama following you to your girlfriend’s house? Block that signal.
Okay, so I see a few bugs here. What happens when you have to make a call? It looks like you would have to take it out of the ‘pocket’ and then BAM. They’ve got cha.
Or maybe you can put your off pocket hoodie on while you’re making your call….or better yet— Get them to stop spying on you. (Laugh here)
Wait…then the call signal won’t go out.
Anyway, the good news here is, nobody likes to be snooped on, and these two nobodies are trying to do something about it. Good for them!
Nobody Wins: Another big win this week was Ann Coulter’s last column, where she compares Saddam Hussein’s crimes to Assad. When Ann is hot, she is sizzling. Read that here.
Nobody Wins: It was a big loss today when John Kerry kept insisting to Rand Paul that bombing Syria, would not, and should not be considered taking us to war. It’s just an ‘action’ to make Assad stop using chemical weapons. It’s one thing to change the meaning of what the word ‘is’ —but, it’s quite another when your Secretary of State changes the meaning of dropping bombs on a country from a declaration of war, to some sort of friendly warning letter.
Nobody Wins: Another loss went to Miley Cyrus, who bragged about how successful her sex dance was on MTV, because she is reeling in the MONEY! Nobody suggests she get her ears fixed.
Nobody Wins: And on a lighter note, at the zoo today, we were walking around the corner, and we kept hearing loud rhythmic GRUNTS. We came around the corner—-and low and behold…somebody got lucky! (Yes, I HAD to take a picture, wouldn’t you?) If you’ve never seen a Galapagos Turtle having sex, you might want to put that on your bucket list of “uh?” I’m so sorry I did not have my movie camera. His grunts were just great.
What I did notice was that SHE was eating an apple during the whole thing. Which gave me a few ideas……
I have never seen one episode of Two and a Half Men. I once watched about three minutes of it, and Charlie Sheen said something very stupid, and that was about all I needed. Now— the young man who played the kid, Angus Jones, has grown up to become a Seventh Day Adventist, and is advising everyone not to watch it, because, it is crap.
So, why is EVERYONE attacking him now? He was making money off of crap.
How many people in Hollywood are making money off of crap? In that vein, how many ‘people’ in the world are making money off of selling crap? What did Jesus say? If you are guiltless…then who among you can cast the first stone?
Prostitutes of capitalism confess. You made money off of selling us Pamela Anderson running on the beach in a red bathing suit. You made money off of cotton candy. Let’s not forget the millions of people who bought cigarettes and died of cancer. I could argue my public education was so crappy, I to this day, have trouble with spelling. Crap. Crap. It’s everywhere.
But we are free to pick and choose…are we not? So far. They haven’t chipped Two and a Half Men to be downloaded into our brains…yet.
Frankly, Nobody Thinks if some of our politicians would come to a camera and say, “Hey, all these people up here are liars and they are ruining your life”…even though he was making millions, it would be a start. This Nobody would consider his worthiness for another term.
Good for Angus. Stating the obvious. Not too many do.
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Here in Missouri, the cops like to get their man–especially if he is lying paralysed flat on his face, down next to the highway, and can’t move.
They HAD to keep this young boy from–I guess, rolling onto the highway, (Yes, that’s what they said. Most people would have called an ambulance) or maybe getting their doughnuts out of their hands…so they did what any cop would do…they tasered him 19 times!
It seems, six or seven was not enough.
While Nobody is quite sure how a young boy of sixteen, ended up ‘falling’ from a concrete overpass…while stone sober, but needless to say: IF you are going to commit suicide in Missouri, be sure you do it somewhere where the local cops can’t come and taser you, because you’re still alive. This kid is not talking, and I don’t blame him. I’d take the secret to my grave.
Really. I’m not leaving my house.
This must be the new Obama plan for keeping our cops safe, from dangerous paralyzed comatose citizens.
Taser till you see the whites of their eyes.
(Thanks to amfortas who gets an Nobody’s Award for Keeping me informed about stuff happening in my own state.)
Good Morning! I just opened this and wanted to share it.
Here’s a delightful way to start your day…I’m going to forget about Obama, and Iran, and the economy and appreciate…the world…and surprise you all! Joyanna? Are you feeling okay? Oh,my…just look at this beauty! Yes, I’m fine.
(Thanks to Pattie!)
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….