Joyanna Adams

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Oh…In the Evening…

 

 

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Last night, I was trying to come up with something to write about this Sunday.

So, I got in my old hot tub, where I like to think, which is located right outside the back door. I am so tired of everybody attacking Trump and America for everything.

And yes, I’m TIRED of writing about gloomy stuff.

My hut tub sits underneath a big gum tree, whose branches hover over it. Not far away, is it’s ‘child’ which has almost grown as big as it mother. It sits four, you can lay down in it, and the feet jets are probably my favorite part. Many of the newer models don’t have those powerful jets for your feet.

It’s broken down a lot over the years, but somehow we manage to duck tape it back together.

I love my old hot tub.

Everybody has a place to ‘mediate’, relax, and this old hot tub is mine. I can just stop thinking when I get into it.

The jets are very strong, and the water rolls over your body, you can look in the waves like Nostradamus and be mesmerized. It messages whatever part is killing you at the moment, which at my current age, happens to be a sore knee.

I started thinking about all my worries last night: Will we have enough money to retire on and still help my son with his money worries? Will the country make it through the vast hatred of the left, and the enemies of the Bush family, with ALL the past presidents making horrible remarks…what kind of future will the children of America have? If I die, who will take care of my birds? Will I ever find the time to do everything I want to do around the house?

You know, the usual worries.

And then, I looked up. There are no leaves on my ‘mother’ tree right now. (I call her mom) So the stars hung on her limbs like a Christmas tree twinkling. The moon was bright, and not quite full yet, in fact it looked kind of goofy.

My back yard lite up with small solar lamps, of all shapes and colors, because the sun was out today.

Here I was worrying, and yet…I realized as I laid back and took in all the beauty of the stars, through the trees, how lucky I was to even be alive, to be able to SEE the sky, to SEE the stars, and to even feel the loneliness of the unknown and the scare of a future no one can control.

I’ve always thought, there really is no church to match the beauty of nature. I can look at a branch of a tree and see God. Love God. Wonder about God.

And to feel the life, the spirit of just knowing there is another day tomorrow, and God willing, another night in spring, where I can sit in my little hot tub gaze, at the moon, and realize, the rest of the world is looking at it too.

I felt, very rich.

I read Michael Jackson adopted daughter tried to commit suicide. Rich, beyond belief, and yet, so alone.

What’s that Beatle song? “Aw…look at all the lonely people.” Eleanor Rigby.

And then I thought of this song. If you’ve never heard it, put on some earphones and really LISTEN to the words.

They’re beautiful.

I loved it when it first came out. And I love it still.

These words, tonight, are just perfect.

For what is worth more in life? Than the ones you love.

And an old familiar tree, and an old familier moon, to know.

And there’s always hope, that good will triumph over evil.

Always.

Now, if we can only get everyone to look at the same moon, at the same time….

(Okay, stop while I’m ahead.)

March 16, 2019 Posted by | Life, Uncategorized | | Leave a comment

The Connection is There….

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This is what happens when I don’t get enough sleep…I get lazy.

Enjoy….

God One

God Two

God Three..
The Trump Orion

God Four

God five; The pillow bed nebula

God Six: Grandma’s Yarn

God Seven: Life is coming to the universe….the birth of a star.

So be it in heaven.
So be it on earth.

February 23, 2019 Posted by | Life | | Leave a comment

Nobody Remembers a Loving Father in Paskistan

Nobody Remembers

I had the most delightful talk with a computer tech today, and he was from Pakistan. And it had nothing to do with politics, or computers, or the fact that his opinion was that I had been hacked.

No, it was about children. During the time I always have to wait on the phone, for things and programs to load when someone is trying to help me with a computer, I always try to start a conversation with whomever I am talking to.

“So, do you have any kids?”

“Yes, I have two. One is grown up, and the other is just two. And I grab him and kiss and kiss and kiss him, and he tries to get away, but I just laugh because he WILL be kissed!” He laughed as he explained to me how he is in control and the child just has to put up with it.

It was so endearing.

The man spoke excellent English. It was so great to hear a man talk about the dear love of his child.
I told him he sounded like a great dad. I told him a story about my father….

“When I was about three, I came upon my first real hill. I asked my father if I could go down the hill and he said, ‘Yes! Run as FAST as you can…go!’ So, off I went, down the hill running as fast as I could, and then the panic set in, I started screaming, and I couldn’t stop,”I CAN”T STOP!!” And I got about a third of the way down, and the rest of the way, I fell, and just rolled about fifteen times. I remember getting up really mad and my father was laughing so hard.”

THAT was my first lesson with the power of gravity.

“Are you hurt?” Ask my dad. “No” I said. And he just kept smiling that great big grin that I loved.

Of course he knew I wouldn’t be hurt, but I didn’t.

The tech was laughing too, and then…he told his own story.

“When my daughter was very little, she always went over to the hot Iron and wanted to touch it. We had to watch her constantly, because we were so afraid, she’d burn herself. So, one day, I made a plan. I turned the iron down to just warm…so that it was just enough to show her it was hot. I sat on the couch and pretended not to see her, and sure enough, she went up to the iron and put her whole palm on it. It didn’t burn her of course, but the look on her face was priceless, I will never forget it. I felt very proud of myself,” he said laughing again, “And I enjoyed the moment immensely because she never touched it again.”

“That’s a wonderful story.” I said.

The sheer joy we were both having bringing up our own memories, just remembering, made the terrible news that I had been hacked just seem…unimportant.

“You know, I feel sorry for people who never have children. They will never experience the very precious memories that only a child can give you.” I said.

He didn’t say much, but what could he say? The truth sometimes doesn’t need an answer.

Tonight, as I write this, I can say that I truly feel sorry for all the aborted children, now that we are finally talking about the subject, and just how many people don’t realize that life IS about those moments. Being a good parent. Teaching the child with love.

A child is the most priceless gift anyone can ever wish for.

We talked some more and found out we both became kids around children.

“Yes” I told him.” If there is a four-year-old in the room, I become four. I leave the boring adults and explore the world all over again with a child. I really don’t care WHAT the adults think about me at that moment.”

Both my husband and my son find it annoying that I will play peekaboo with the nearest child wherever I am. It’s embarrasses them.

I really don’t care.

He did the same. I found… a kindred soul across the sea. Who knew? Usually the India tech guys are so…serious. Maybe God knew I needed bad news mixed with reality.

Good Karma.

I don’t know if I will ever talk to this tech again. But, somewhere in Pakistan, is a small child who will probably never remember his father kissing him relentlessly, but I will bet all the gold in Nancy Pelosi’s Chinese vault that he will grow up to be just like his dad.

Intelligent, loving, successful, and rich in priceless memories of kisses that he once hated.

What a joy it will be to that young man to remember his father’s kisses, and to miss them.

February 7, 2019 Posted by | Life | | Leave a comment

God Bless the Hockey Fans of Canada!

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Here’s an uplifting moment in time: Canadians singing the AMERICAN national Anthem.

Showing us how precious it is…and how ashamed we are when our own NFL cannot even suffer it.

God bless the hockey fans of Canada!

Encore!

(I thought this was a good thing to post after President Trump signed his new trade deal with Canada)

 

November 30, 2018 Posted by | Life, Uncategorized | , | 1 Comment

A Kiss To Dream On

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My husband and I are very much enjoying Sherlock Homes remake on BBC/Netflick.

THIS is one of my favorite scenes.

Now THAT’s a kiss to dream of. Sadly, you don’t see kisses like this anymore in the movies.

(Don’t tell my husband.) Lucky for me, he never reads my blog.

Girls?

October 12, 2018 Posted by | Life | | Leave a comment

The Sweetest Sounds

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I love birds. My first pet was a duck and I was absolutely heartbroken when it got eaten by some wild creature who broke into it’s outside pen one night.

Yes, Flapper became, probably some mountain lion’s dinner.

From there I went into parakeets. I’ve had one or two of them most days of my life. So, this story is sort of funny…

Friday, I was sitting at my computer when I heard a very loud squawking. You see, I have four parakeets and here’s the problem:

You buy these birds when they are babies and you can’t tell what you’re getting until they reach puberty. I ended up with three green males and one yellow female. Everything was going fine, until, I suppose they all reached puberty, and then, the fighting started.

No, the boys were not fighting over the female. SHE was attacking THEM. She was relentless. And Friday, she really did it. She bloodied my oldest male almost to the point of losing his eye. A real Hillary Clinton.

Needless to say, after visiting my vet, who knew about as much about birds and my TV cable repair man, I went out and bought her a brand new cage…and supplies…we are talking about $200.

I spent the whole day designing that cage so that she could sit NEXT to the boys and not harm them. I talked to some expert who said I might just have a “mean” bird, but I don’t think so…she just wants love. And she gets pissed when she doesn’t get it.

I know a LOT of women like that and they can be ruthless.

By the way, her name is Corona because we bought her during the last eclipse, which might explain why she’s so ‘strong.’

But, here’s the punch line. After I got the two cages side by side, I stayed and watched the birds for a few hours. They are in the kitchen so I had lots to do, and I wanted to see which one of the boys would miss her the most.

And guess who did?

The guy she beat up. They were BOTH trying to get next to each other.

This is so much like human life….I just have to laugh. Really. What can you do? Seriously.

Of course, you know this means I have to somehow pick out a bird to put in HER cage so she’ll forget about him. I want to get a girl, but I think I’ll have to try to get a boy, because if she beats HIM up, I can always put him in the cage with the other boys.

If I get a female, I’m back in the same hole.

I barely have room for the kitchen table now. Another cage? I’d have to knock out a wall.

I just wanted you to know why I didn’t do my Nobody Reports on Friday, so now I can report….

Nobody Reports that I had a major distress going on. Cabby looks like a parakeet Freddie. and I had two doughnuts in one day from the stress, and half a bottle of Tawny Port.

I think I got the better deal.

Why do I like birds so much? They sing like angels. Nothing in nature is as sweet as the sound of birds.

As you listen to this bird sing to the baby, how can you deny that birds truly are wonderful visions of God?

Damn the fields of Windmills.

Let the hurricanes have them all. Leave us our sweet little souls of songs.

Please.

September 23, 2018 Posted by | Life | | Leave a comment

Koko.

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She was 18.

She was my tear kisser.

She was my best friend, for all those years.

Silent. Happy. Eating with me. Sleeping with me. Teaching her “pup” to obey and be a good dog. Following me from room to room. Begging for her favorite snacks in her last days: Cracker Jacks and White Fudge Cookies. Dancing…running…filling my life with joy.

She died on National Dog Day. Fittingly I thought.

I wrote, a VERY long blog last week,  but I’m not sure I will post it. It takes a while to get over the loss of any pet or person you hold dear, so I’m just posting a picture…someday I will post that blog.

But not today.

Today, I am still missing her, so it’s important that I enjoy the life that IS all around me. To remind myself that the pain will pass. Slowly. While other memories build. Others still alive and seeming more important than the day before.

Koko. So much-loved. And trust me, worthy more of praise than most all of our politicians.

 

September 2, 2018 Posted by | Life | | 3 Comments

The Key to a Happy Baby is a Silly Dad

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Nobody does it better than Dad.

 

August 3, 2018 Posted by | Life | | Leave a comment

It’s all Happening at the Zoo…

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We went to the St. Louis Zoo today. If you’ve never been there, I think it was voted Number one Zoo in the nation. It’s free…..if you can walk a couple of miles because parking is $15. And if you have kids, figure on spending at least $60 to see the Kids’ zoo, and pet the sting rays.

And toys.

The biggest draw is the one Polar Bear. He is a real ham…and HUGE.

Here he is swimming underwater and high-fiving some young fans.I don’t take many pictures with my cell phone, but this one was interesting. Looks like he’s doing the Obama bow.

This was some kind of big goat…on the extinction list. In fact, most ALL of the animals at the zoo were on the extinction list. And more than half from a small eastern African country. Frankly, I wish Bill Gates would stop genetically engineering mosquitoes and buy that frigging country and put the people to work bringing BACK the extinct animals they are killing off.

We could use this guy in the WH press room. Okay. I wasn’t about to try to get him to turn around. Believe it or not….these are babies. This python had me almost calling 911. He looked suicidal. He did NOT move at all. Really depressing. I never thought in my lifetime I’d feel sorry for a big snake, but today was the day. If I could have freed this guy, I would have. This guy was huge. Pythons are NOT extinct. Thank the drug lords. In fact, I read yesterday that there are more tigers now living in back yards than there are tigers in the wild. Thank the drug lords and the rappers. Another high-five. It was too dark to get a picture of this guy, but he was huge and having the time of his bear life high fiving everybody!

You can tell by his paw that he was a good 1500 pounds, if not more…and he’s still growing! I didn’t get his name, but I did get a 3-D polar bear picture for $3.00!

Anyway, sorry I’m not a better photographer, which means, if you can, the Zoo in St. Louis is one of the best attractions in the country. If you don’t have the money to go around the world, I’d start here.

A day away from liberal is ALWAYS a great idea.
And just to note: here’s two I wish were on the extinct list. Let’s make sure they get there.

June 22, 2018 Posted by | Life | | Leave a comment

We Will Miss You Dr. Krauthammer

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Charles Krauthammer…died today.

Most of us knew him as the voice we really wanted to hear on all the FOX debate panels with Bret Beir. He came into his full potential in the last years of his life, and I remember being the most impressed with him when he said this in the last book I read by him:

“We go for a swim, we take a few dives and I hit my head on the bottom of the pool,” he said in a Fox News special in 2013 that looked at his life. “The amazing thing is there was not even a cut on my head. It just hit at precisely the angle where all the force was transmitted to one spot…the cervical vertebrae which severed the spinal cord.”

REALLY bad luck for a 22-year old Harvard student. But no luck as to how he handled it: with class, and brilliance.

Lucky for Charles…there were doctors, and money to help him recover and go on to finish college. I can’t help but think that even though his courage and intelligence manage to make him the success he became, there are millions of men that may have the same injury, but not the money to keep them hoping forever for a great job with such a disability.

But that’s life.

Charles touched my life even more because my son, who did not read many books, read Charles’s books and was an even bigger fan than I was. There was many a time I disagreed with Charles (especially in his last few years) but I never mentioned them to my son. It was much more important for him to gain whatever he could from a man, who thought so much about life, and always tried to back up his opinions with what he saw as logical. I was just happy to see him in such good hands.

FOX lost Bill O’Reilly, but we can still see him on Newsmax. I’m sure Eric Boiling will come back when he’s ready.
But, we will never watch Krauthammer’s joke and laugh, and argue his thoughts ever again, and hear his spontaneous witty comments.

The conservative movement has lost a giant.

Surely, Dr. Krauthammer is swimming among the rainbows tonight. And now he can argue with all the other great minds that were just waiting to get on the panel.

R.I.P dear sir:

….And Charles, if you please— America could use some divine intervention. I’m sure you have some clout with the power that really matter.

Make your best case for those of us still fighting…now that you have box seats behind home plate, your game may have just begun.

June 21, 2018 Posted by | Life | | 1 Comment

Nobody Flashes 

I am still in awe, and feel just like it’s the first spring of my life, when spring appears.

The absolute miracle of nature…that after a long, cold winter, as if by some kind of mysterious magic, and this year, it only took about 10 days…the earth transforms into a luscious garden of green delight with flowers of every color popping in with such intense splendor, I can only thank God I still have the eyesight to see it.

Put down that cell phone and enjoy. Spring, is much too short…I could use a whole month of it. 

 

May 19, 2018 Posted by | Life | | 1 Comment

Who Needs Calvin Klein?

 

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Okay. I have trouble sometimes with this, “We all evolved from a single cell amoeba that crawled out of the ocean” theory, when I see such wonder as this:

Is this overkill? Or what?

The symmetry alone…marks proof to a higher intelligence involved here.

But, that’s just my Nobody Opinion. 

 

April 14, 2018 Posted by | Life | | 1 Comment

Nobody’s Gitmo Time: Stage Four

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Hi again.

By now, you are saying (You know who you are— I can COUNT you on one hand and a pinkie): Well, where ARE you Joyanna? You said, just last week: “God willing” that you would be back on Monday. You weren’t. What happened? Wasn’t God Willing?

Did your absence have something to do with the last of the White Rhino’s dying off the planet?” somebody out there might ask.

No. And politically speaking, after hearing about the last omnibus bill, that might not be a bad idea—

No, it had to do with my Nobody’s Gitmo Time.

Let me explain in one sentence: “If you can’t get to Stage four, then it’s Nobody’s Gitmo Time.”

I’ll explain Stage four in a minute. First, we must get through stage one, two, and three.

Basically, I’ve been tortured.

It’s not a pretty thing when you find yourself lying on the floor, and saying to yourself, “Damn. I did it again.” Fall that is. I’ve been falling lately, not because I’m clumsy, no, it’s because I’m usually in stage four sleep and I’m trying to walk.

Do NOT compare me to Hillary. She’s usually awake when she falls. No, this is ‘stage four’ lack of sleep torture.

Not sleeping Joyanna? Big deal. Go take a nap.

I can’t nap. Too much caffeine. You see, I can’t sleep, I can’t nap. The REAL Gitmo would be a vacation to me right now.

Why are you not in bed you might ask? Because, for the last four months of my life, I have been tortured by experts that even the toughest of Gitmo CIA operatives would be jealous of.

And that main CIA operative in my house’s name is: Koko.

My little 17-pound dog was named after the famous gorilla who could use sign language, because at the time she was literally dropped on our doorstep, I had much more important things to do beside name a dog. KOKO the gorilla was on the TV at the time I was changing my mother’s diaper–therefore I shouted, “Let’s name her Koko!” And went back to diaper duty.

But Koko is MUCH smarter than her namesake. She doesn’t even need opposing thumbs. She has a bark that tells me everything she needs. A bark SO LOUD that car alarms go off, TV’s turn on, and ground hogs turn over in their holes when she opens up her little mouth.

She can’t hear her own bark because, you see, she’s 17, and deaf.

She’s also blind.

The vet says: Hey, if a dog can still smell, she’ll be fine!

Fine for the dog. Torture for the owner. As you can guess…my VET is a democrat.

Let me go on to say that Koko has a great heart, but her back hips are giving out. And every night, she wakes up, around 2 or 3 am, and barks SO loud that I literally rise from the bed like Linda Blair in the exorcist.

So far, my husband has not noticed this elevation.

Big deal? Yes, because you see, she sleeps at the end of the bed and I must get up out of my sleep and lift her up, take her to the back-patio door, and gently take her down the two steps outside. Otherwise, there is a big mess on her bed, or on OUR bed, and that means an entire day of laundry.

I’m so tired, I usually don’t bother to put shoes on. Snow? Who cares? Cold? Hey, I’m dead to the world.

So, being that at 3am in the morning I am in stage four sleep, sometimes, I trip going to the door in the dark, and I’m thinking: “I’ve fallen! Do I HAVE to get up?”

Now, let’s review: Stage one is the first 20 minutes of sleep. Then…Stage two. That lasts around an hour, where people usually dream. Stage 3 doesn’t last long and frankly, nobody really remembers it, but Stage FOUR! Oh, that’s the time, around the third to fourth hour, when the brain reboots, the immune system repairs all the damages done doing the day, and gets you ready for the NEXT four hours. And then it all starts over. Every night. Unless you are a turtle, that’s what happens.

Most people go through two stage fours a night. Not me. I never make it to even ONE.

If ONLY I was a dolphin.

If you are awakened in the lovely sleep stage of one or two, then you wake from either a dream of, in my case, pythons or tornadoes, or a lovely dream. I dream of designer homes of the rich and famous where I am the rich and not so famous. I can design the BEST bathtubs in my dreams.

You should see them.

But to be awakened night after night after night after night, after night, after night, after night after….(for three months straight, or has it been six?) when I’ve just gotten into stage four?

Total torture. Putin would tell you. (The Russians have perfected sleep deprivations torture.) Your body, doesn’t want to move. Your arms feel like they are being held down by Michael Moore who is actually grinning: Your legs feel like the great wall of China. They simply refuse to budge.

Hillary Clinton herself could be standing by my bed with an axe and I’d turn over and try to go back to sleep.

And once I get up? I don’t DARE cook breakfast. I can’t get near a stove until at least 4pm.

But…. let’s get back to 3am. I’m just beginning to fall into Stage four sleep, and I hear– BARK! BARK!
I somehow manage to lift her down, stay awake 20 minutes while KoKo does her stuff, sniffs the house, drinks some water, gets stuck behind a corner, where I have to find her and rescue her, and then, I hear the bark: I WANT BACK UP.”

So, I pick her up and put her back in her bed.

It takes her a good five minutes after turning around to find a good spot. I finally get to fall back asleep…BUT…in just two hours…I’ve passed through sleep stage one, two…three…and THEN….

The clock turns to 4am. My husband wakes up. He turns the TV on. The other dog is barking and up. I don’t have to move, but I cannot go into stage four for another 45 minutes until he leaves at five, and I’m FINLLY in stage four, and….

BARK! It’s 6 am! Wake up! BARK BARK BARK!! BARK BARK BARK!!.

Both dogs. Get up! Get up! Feed me! Let’s play! 

This has gone on for four months straight. Add to that the fact that every other night my husband snores loud enough to launch the new Russian missile over Joe Biden’s house, and even the radio in my ear doesn’t drown THAT out, I cannot even get to stage two on those nights.

Try sleeping on a transistor under your back and your ear tangled up in wire. Try making it through the day when you are actually worse than a Zombie in last night’s Living Dead Episode. Try remembering why you are AT the grocery store.

And then, after going through the day half asleep, try writing a coherent blog right before bedtime.

So, you get it.

I have had no REAL sleep in over four months.

And here’s the kicker.

You cannot make up sleep. Nope. Whoever told you that is lying to you. The only thing you can do is take bucket loads of caffeine and make a lot of spelling mistakes. Which I do all the time, AS YOU ALL KNOW, but then again, so does President Trump.

I don’t think it’s just Congress and the democrats that are torturing our President.

I don’t think he gets enough Stage four sleep either.

Now, you might think I’m lying. But I swear, the LAST memory of myself ever having slept a full 8 hours (which is what I really need) and waking up feeling just marvelous, was in the year 2000. Yes, I remember it well. Seventeen years ago, almost to the day.

I was in Naples, Florida at a friend’s house, visiting. And I was….ALONE.

But, I don’t want to be alone. I have a wacko blind and deaf dog whom I cherish, a husband whose snore I’m sure I would miss despite the torture, and a brain that might not ever recover.

Anyway, any sane person, who’d had been sleeping properly, would not post this.

But, at the moment, I am not sane, I’m just…. tortured, and I don’t want to lose what little following of my blog that I have.

So, I just wanted to let you know: I’m thinking of joining the CIA where I too, can learn how to torture.

I have not disappeared.

I’m just…….in Nobody Needs Deep Sleep Gitmo.

Where I am losing sleep— but gaining my sense of humor back.

I guess you really have to suffer in life to enjoy it. That’s all I have to say about it.

Only to add…Nobody’s Perfect. Someday, sleep will come. When I’m dead.

Until that time…I’ll write when I can.

March 22, 2018 Posted by | humor, Life, Uncategorized | , | 2 Comments

Nobody Takes a Break

Nobody Flashes:

Once a year usually, I just have to give myself a break, to take care of myself, life, my family.

My own soul.

This is one of those times.

God willing, I will be back next Monday.

Everybody have a great week. And for the few of you who do read me,

Thank you…Thank you.

 

March 11, 2018 Posted by | Life | | 2 Comments

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