Dave Barry & the Goddess
Nobody Remembers…a Thanksgiving Story
Tonight I made my grandmother’s recipe for the most incredible pumpkin pie you will EVER taste. And I will tell you this story because I think it’s IMPORTANT for all the younger people sitting around the table tomorrow to REMEMBER to ask all the grandparents about their lives. Their memories…whatever gold nugget you can get out of them. Keep at them until they tell you….something.
One of my favorite stories was from my grandmother, Anna Hart. I made up the name Joy+Anna in honor of her. She was simple wife…stayed home, raised her children, cooked the meals, and loved her garden. Anyway, when she was very young, every Saturday afternoon, she would take the street car (they used to have a lot of them in St. Louis) down to a city called Baden, just North of downtown St. Louis. There she would take her favorite seat at her favorite restaruant. Her husband worked, so she spent her days alone. But back then, the city was bustling, she could travel alone. Now, you might get shot going downtown, or have your car stolen. But in my grandma’s day…St. Louis was a great city.
Anna had gone to the 1904 World’s Fair. I still have her HUGE book of pictures from it.
Anyway…
She went to Baden for that pie. That fantastic pumpkin pie. She did this every week for years, and finally the waitress there gave her the recipe. Which SHE made every Thanksgiving, and so did my mom, and now, even though I have no family but my husband and I, I still cook those pies on Thanksgiving. My husband can eat a whole one in one day.
Anyway, as you can see, in the picture above, it was around Thanksgiving (I do NOT remember the year) and Dave Barry, the famous funny man author, and his author friend Ridley Pearson, had just written a Peter Pan series of books which made it to broadway.
And SINCE I had read every single Barry book ever written,...yes…I took them a pie. LOL.
I know. Stupid. Anyway, Dave Barry had brought so much joy and laughter to me with his humor, it was the only thing I could think of to give.
He signed my book that day, and I could NEVER ever make out what he said. For years I was like…WTH? What is that word?
Later on, after many years I finally figured it out…it read…”To a Goddess.” LOL… Yes…feed a man a pie and he will be at your feet! Thanks Grandma! If only I could have read his handwriting…
I have no children to pass my Dave Barry books too, or no story to tell my Dave Barry love of humor too, and THAT’s why I want ALL my readers to remember…no matter what...ASK your FAMILY about their lives. For goodness sakes. You will regret all the questions you did NOT ask, after they are gone. I do.
Share the day, and don’t forget grandma and grandpa…you might be amazed at what you may learn.
So, take it from this nobody—have a great time today…the meaning of the universe might just be there waiting for you at the dinner table. And do a Toast for me to President Trump, Elon Musk, RFK, and all the team who got America off their butts and out to vote. Everybody in America is in good spirits because of it.
ME…I’ll be ….sleeping…because…I made too many pies.
Nobody’s Perfect: ME
Nobody’s Perfect
I just saw my girlfriend Rosa, from Puerto Rico. Her and her husband drove to Wisconsin to attend her son’s wedding, so we watched the dog. They came over tonight to pick up CHICO, and she showed me the wedding pictures and I had to ask her…was that a SnapChat one?
Most of them were.
Rosa introduced me to this app. You put it on your phone, and you can pick all kinds of effects. And some of these effects can make you look like the movie star you are NOT.
Any woman that spent 30 minutes putting on makeup, can tell you, it takes time to correct imperfections. This app puts makeup on you in seconds and you can instantly send it to your friends.
The picture above is Smapchat. It’s called “glamerous.”
And there I was: Hooked on selfies: “Why I look ten years younger!” I would tell myself. And then I realized that all these models you see on TV, splashed on the front cover of magazines…must have the same tech to make THEM look beautiful. What do they REALLY look like I wondered.
Tonight I looked at my phone and saw I had taken almost 100 Snapchats of myself.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!” I said to myself.
“Are you crazy?!”
So, I decided to get rid of them. And then I thought, it’s one thing for an older woman to try to make herself look younger, what happens to all those young girls who spend hours on social media getting depressed because they don’t look like Taylor Swift?
Some commit suicide.
Last summer, some of the old gals at the pool had this app, and they looked 30 years younger. All winkles are erased, and then I thought…there’s a danger here. Some of them started believing they really looked like that. Sort of how liars start believing the lies they tell all the time.
Liar Joe Biden could use a Snapchat.
I thought of dating sites. Men AND woman could be sending out these pictures…and show up and maybe NOT look like the picture the man or woman thought they were going to meet. Not good.
We have become a nation of youth, and beauty. And the population now is growing very old, being replaced gleefully by a younger invasion of NOT WHITE, as the elites so joyfully express. And yet, when was the last time you actaully saw a girl like THIS at the pool?
And yet, we have VERY old politicians.
Go figure.
Anyway, this tech is here to stay. And what do we do about it?
I’m hoping more of the elites and professionals who use this tech admit it. In the latest Indianna Jones movie they admitted they used tech to make Harrison Ford look younger. He did many interviews and looked his real age. I think more movie stars should do that.
Yep.LOL…No glamour…just a smile.
Yeah…I prefer the first one too.
Still…I wasn’t born pretty. And my mother never put beauty of any importance, so when I had buck teeth as a child, she told me…not to smile. “Stop it! She would yell at me.” Try living your childhood NOT smiling. I do a lot of it now.
She would also say: “You walk like a farmer.” So, I never thought I was ‘pretty’ in any way, and in this world where all men love beauty, it was a curse to grow up thinking you’d never be beautiful.
I look back now at my old pictures and think “Gee, I wasn’t THAT bad!” But it didn’t do me any good then, and much to my mother’s delight…she was happy that I didn’t become a ‘snobby’ bitch.
“Remember. There will ALWAYS be somebody better than you no matter how good you get at anything!”
She loved to say that. Well, why the hell try? I laugh at it now, but not a big confidence builder my mother.
My mother looke a lot like John Adams so I see her reasoning now.
Still we all love beauty, and the wisest of us know that beauty is also what comes out from inside.
In that respect, while the second picture is truly me..the first one shows the feelings from my soul through my eyes.
So, what to do? Men can stare at porn for hours, and never meet that dream woman. What do I do?
LOL…I’m getting rid of all those pictures. Nevertheless, I learned from Rosa…why get plastic surgery when you can just put an app on your phone?
What will they think of next?
Now, someone please me if there is a body makeover app…
Calling Mr. Speilburg…..I’m ready for my closeup.
True Love Stories
Nobody Remembers….
Do you remember the first true love of your life? I was thinking about this today…I remember a year before my mother died, she made a request to me…would I find out where Herbert was? He was her first true love. Her first husband. All those years with my father 40 years of marriage, and she never mentioned him once. Although, I did see some old photographs of him in his uniform with a lovely signature: To Janet, my love always, it said.
They were married…very young, and then the war broke out.
My father had been dead for over 40 years, so I was struck by the news, and the desperation she was in to find him. She never told me about him, but I could tell, she had loved him more than my father just by the way she mentioned his name. Like the old lady on the Titanic, Rose, she remembered, and never told a soul, until me, her daughter, until that night.
As she laid in her bed, wearing her flowered printed nightgown, holding her cup of ice, she told me the story of how Herbert had been injured in the Pacific where he served on a ship in WWII. He was in a hospital bed in California, and she was only 18, but she booked a train ticket to travel from St. Louis to San Franscisco where he was laid up. She told me how frightened she was. She was just a bit of a girl, only 4 feet 5 inches. Some of the soldiers were rather…rude.
It must have been scary for a young woman to travel all that way alone by train, but women have done much the same in history. John Quincy Adams wife, Louisa, traveled alone through Russia to get to her beloved during the winter, in a carriage. That’s a LONG trip, and back then for an English woman traveling alone, very dangerous.
Love will make you do that.
When she got there, a priest came out and took her aside before she went into the room.
“Whatever you do” he told her. “Do NOT give him a divorce. Don’t do it. He will push you, but don’t do it.” Mom told me the priest begged her not to do it. “No matter what he says.” The Priest was firm. And adamant.
When she went inside, her beloved told her he wanted a divorce, go home. Never see him again. He must have been very cruel.
She cried and cried, and refused to leave, but what she didn’t know, is that HER father had somehow called Herbert and convinced him to force her to divorce him. For some reason, maybe because of whatever injury he suffered, he thought, because he loved her, that it was the best thing to do for her.
My grandfather wanted MY mother to take care of him in his old age. At least that’s what my mother told me when she was 77. He was the real cause of the breakup.
So, to my surprise, I found Herbert. He had a farm in Southern Missouri, with a wife and seven grown children. He was still alive!
I left a message, but he never called back. I could tell, my mother was pretty sad about it.
True love. Sad ending. Most people have it as their first love.
In my case, I had a simple crush on a Priest’s son named Christopher in grade school. We were both five. In fact, the middle name I gave my only son was Christopher.
He hates it. (LOL)
We held hands in the auditorium during Christmas movies. He gave me a ring. I would look at it for hours. Back then, the teachers thought it was cute. Now? It would be considered some sort of crime. We sat there happy as little turtle doves. I felt so special, and surely God was blessing me. It was wonderful.
My husband that I am married to now, his first true love was his first wife. He joined the Navy Seals and when he was in Panama, she got together (had sex) with his best friend in Virginia Beach. This was when she had a small baby daughter in the next room by her husband who was away.
The devastation he felt was unbearable. His best friend, the wife he loved.
How did I know she was his first love? A wife knows these things. She was beautiful, young, and when we ran into her one day by chance. He fell completely apart.
You don’t do that…if you’re not still in love.
I was older, and got married, he used to come hear me sing in a hotel. He was looking for a way to take his daughter away from her, and I had a son, a house to live in, and the judge looked at me, gave us custody of his daughter, and said to ME…”Good luck.”
But the judge knew…he had seen this before.
We have been married now for 31 years.
But was he my true love? I ask myself now.
Was it mostly sex?
And what does true love feel like?
How do you know?
I will tell you…when you feel true love, you see their face everywhere. You think of them every minute…you cry, you laugh, and the most joyful part of your day is when you are near them. You hope, you plan, your dream…You only want the best for them, and if that would mean giving them up, then so be it. Your heart aches when you are not with them.
Herbert must have loved my mother very much. BUT he should have NEVER listened to her father. He should have told him to go to hell.
Of course, I would not be alive to write this, so..there’s that. But I would not have been born either, and I am now, only finding my real true love not too much younger than my mother when she remembered her husband.
And I met him online.
Life is cruel, but…
Sometimes, true love, means loving yourself enough to feel you are worthy of the true love that comes to you.
Grab hold of it with all your heart. Because…you only live once, and true love only comes once.
Am I right?
I hope you have experienced true love in your life, and even if my true love, never wants me, does a Herbert someday, at least I can say, I experienced the thrill of what it feels like to REALLY love so deeply another human being. And we did nothing wrong.
It’s written in the stars…some things are just meant to be.
Love is the answer. If you find it, grab it…and never let it go.
Or you’ll end up like my mother, lying in your bed late at night, with sadness you will carry to your grave.
By the way, I’ve told my husband, and he thinks…it’s just a silly…true love?
To him, it’s like a cold. It will pass.
(Now, If only I had a diamond necklace…I really don’t think I would throw it away. LOL)
Do NOT be Alone on Easter.
Nobody Opinion
Sigh.
This was the first Easter since I’ve had a blog, that I didn’t wish everyone a Happy Easter.
Please forgive me. I hope everyone had lots of joy, and grandkids, and children, hiding eggs all day.
It was almost 80 here today, finally spring. The flowers are already blooming. My crabapple tree is in full bloom. But my trouble started on Friday night, continued into Saturday night, and all through the Easter day.
Let’s just say I was in too dark a mood to write.
So, how about a few random thoughts of news of today….because I’m still having trouble snapping out of it.
NOBODY WONDERS
About that bridge collapse. Who knows what really happened, but it’s a first in history. And since Baltimore IS the port where all the cars come in, how convenient it is to destroy the bridge, which will affect car sales won’t it? Who will benefit from this? China, who want Elon Musk’s cars to be stopped here in the U.S? John Kerry? And so now the United States will bail out Baltimore and all its citizens?
Will illegals get the jobs to repair that bridge? And why didn’t the insurance pay for it?
To me it looks like one more knock to tear down the America economy. Bit by bit by bit.
NOBODY CARES
I watched Rosanne Barr today, being interviewed by Tucker Carlson. I didn’t realize she was such a brave and deep thinker. And not afraid. She wants to save America. And she was so much fun to listen to. A Jew, who believes in her God. If you get a chance to watch that interview, you will be amazed at the woman.
NOBODY KNOWS…
Just how ignorant and uneducated our government workers are. Surely, bringing diversity into the workforce will make all our lives less safe. As in medicine, air travel, and the running of all the major institutions that once only hired the best. Like the CIA, the FBI. And let’s not forget, the democratic Congress is full of the most uneducated, and unethical bunch of morons that has ever walked the halls of Congress. Do we trust any of them? I don’t.
NOBODY WINS
They are pushing abortion pill here in the city of St. Louis, to make sure all the young girls can destroy their babies. As Elon Musk has pointed out, this will not end well.
NOBODY REMEMBERS
Remember your holidays with your kids. I remember when my son was about 6, I had to hide Easter eggs ALL DAY LONG in the house. He would hide them, then I would. The game got old after half the day, but the memory of how much fun he had…you can’t take that away. So cherish these memories when their babies, and see joy that comes with the simple things. Don’t let them play video games all day. They can do that anytime.
Here’s another memory…my mother always wanted to boil eggs and paint them JUST WITH ME, every Easter. I thought it was silly…here she is 78. She died that year. I have this picture on my desk.
Always love your mom. Mother’s Day is coming up…don’t forget her. Mothers deserve all our love.
So, I’m off, hopefully, you all had a great Easter!
And hopefull, this dark mood will go away.
All suggestions welcomed.
Tell Her…She’s Pretty. It’s like Money in the Bank.
I recently came upon this discussion with Jordan Peterson about how some husbands, out of fear or control, never tell their wives they are pretty. Recently, I fell into a real duldrum. Every night my husband would come home, tired from working and the days stresses, and all he wanted to do was watch movies.
Sometimes hours on end. This was…our life.
This sitting around and doing nothing but being a couch potato basically was hard on me. Low thyroid, no gall bladder, I gained so much weight, I couldn’t fit into my old clothes anymore. I stopped buying clothes. I had two pairs of jeans, that I wore the whole winter.
And then, one day, I fell in love with a man online. It was innocent I thought. He called me beautiful. Now, sure, it might have been BS, but just because some man had noticed me, I instantly lost 20 pounds. I felt young again. I danced again.
I realized that couples, after so many years, can take each other for granted. You have to work to keep excitement going…both parties. After listening to Jordan, I then realized that all the years I had been married to my husband, I was kept in a sort of prison. We sometimes went out to eat. But that was it. And he always acted as if he didn’t care WHAT I looked like, using that as a way to get out of ever saying ‘You look pretty tonight.”
I can write this, because he has never read a post that I have ever written. And I have written at least 600 to 700 words a night for over 24 years. He didn’t care really. He loved his movies.
So…Jordan is right. Couples should keep their sex lives going, but not make it the only thing. Joy of being together, sharing pain, sharing stories, comforting…all the things you do for someone you love.
And support is the most important.
When a woman takes a lot of time to make herself up for you, guys, best to say something. In my life I have found that compliments to the one you love, even small ones like “I LOVE your laugh” ensure that that woman will stay with your forever.
We all want love. We all want to be told that love is forever.
According to Jordan, marriage is the key, becuase then when you get in a fight, you have promised to NEVER leave. To always work things out. If you are not married, you can just leave.
Divorce has given us a nation of really messed up kids. Porn is not good either.
And as Elon Musk says: we need more kids. Marriage is the greatest place to raise them. Single moms, lets fact it, some do a great job, but we do have a generation of fatherless children. And we see the results of that every day.
Anyway, that’s my two sense on the matter.
Will I forgive my husband for making sure no other man stole me away, but never giving me compliments or keeping me in a house watching movies forever?
Yes, I can forgive. But, that man online…he has helped me realize that I can be more…a
And I’ve never even met him.
In the meantime guys, take Jordan’s advice…it needs to be heard.
Tell her you love her. Whenever you can.
Medusa At the Prom
Nobody Cares
Last week, I went to get my haircut. I don’t get it cut often, but by luck I found a place that actually knows how to care for long hair.
My hairdresser has two daughters, and she was telling me about her youngest one. She’s 17. Mom doesn’t quite know what to do with her. You see mom, married her high school sweetheart. Which means, mom never had to deal with much heartache when it came to men.
She said her daughter was horribly depressed because she keeps finding boyfriends, who break up with her and she cries like the world is ending. Mom is at a loss to know what to do. I told her, I was the same way when I was her age…longing for my true love. And deeply hurt every time some guy left. She showed me her picture: Very pretty girl.
I thought of MY poor mother and what she had to go through with me.
I’m setting this up for a memory. You see, I’m getting to the age now, when I’m looking back on my life and all it’s sorrows and happiness, my failures, my successes, and thinking to myself: I don’t think anyone has had the life you’ve had. Not many. So many tears…and what for?
Like my senior prom night. My parents I knew really wanted me to experience that passage of age, an age where mom and dad can buy the dress, tell their daughter how beautiful she looks, take the pictures…and watch her go out, hoping she has a wonderful time, dancing in the arms of someone she likes. Being with her friends.
Uh…mine didn’t exactly go that way. First, nobody asked me. Story of my life. I guess, men were scared of me for some unknown reason to myself at the time. It was 1970. The country was booming. My mother took me out and bought me a beautiful dress, because you see, I didn’t want to disappoint her. I told her, someone had asked me out.
It was a lie.
The night was approaching and what was I do to? I didn’t want to disappoint my parents.
There was only one guy in the high school that I had a sort of crush on. Why? He looked like Bob Dylan, only Bob Dylan was better looking. He never paid too much attention to me. I ALWAYS had a weak spot for the ‘intelligent’ guy, because I was a book worm and I THOUGHT the smart guys had answers I could not find in books.
That’s what an idiot I was. But I was always searching for answers…to everything. Just simple curiosity.
That has never gone away. When I can’t read, I go a bit nuts.
Finally, a day from the prom, I got the nerve up to ask this guy. (I can’t even remember his name) if he would take me to the prom. I told him my situation. Much to my surprise, he agreed.
He came to the door, old suit and tie, and didn’t even come in. My parents missed their “photo’ opportunity. We got in his car and I thanked him. He suggested, instead of going to the prom we go over to his house. What was I going to say? I wasn’t scared of him. He was all of 120 pounds.
When we got to his house, there were about 20 guys there. They all started drinking beer, talking and laughing, and there I was, just sitting there on his couch. All dressed up. They all had dirty old jeans on. They ALL ignored me. Finally, he came over and gave me a pill.
“Want to drop some acid?” He asked. Well, I had never tried that before. It was popular at the time. So, I said, “Okay.” Beats sitting here. After a while, I watched the guys making talk over some motorcycle, I was soooo bored, so I went downstairs into the basement of the house.
And then, the acid hit me. The room became one big nightmare. Floor disappearing, furniture looking huge, like Alice in Wonderland. I started to panic. I was scared. And the worst part of it was, I went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and I was…Medusa.
My long hair had become a vast bundle of slithering, snakes, weaving and thrashing about my head.
Good god. I was a monster.
I started screaming. Loudly. I fell on the basement floor. Kicking. Screaming.
I remember a bunch of guys ran down the stairs. I remember looking up at about ten young boys, trying to hold me down. Trying to calm me. Talking to me with great care.
On the good side, at least they didn’t do anything but try to help me.
I finally fell asleep. The boy woke me up.
Took me home. We didn’t say much on the way back.
When I walked in the door, my parents asked, “Well, did you have good time?”
‘Oh, yes! Yes! It was really great mom!”
And then I went to bed.
Now the emptiness you feel from such a nightmare, and at my age, I see, that I’m still that young woman. Like my hairdresser’s daughter. So sad inside.
WHY? Why would any young woman feel so needy that she would long so much for love?
Too much estrogen? Bad brain cells? Or…as I look back. No father?
My father was absent from my life. I think it was because I was “pretty” that he never told me I was. Never hugged me. Never told me to look for the true love. Never told me about boys or men at all.
So, Dad’s out there. If you have a daughter, and she’s pretty. Don’t be afraid to talk to her. Pretty girls are just as hungry for love as the ugly ones. In fact, it’s all about the love of a dad.
It wasn’t my dad’s fault. I don’t blame him. I was just SO full of hormones and silly ideas of love. I had read too many books.
What ever happened to …I’m pretty sure now that I think of it, his name was Harry.
Poor Harry. I’m sure he didn’t quite know what to do with me either.
He was nice enough to go along with the scam. And to his credit, he could have hurt me.
He didn’t.
We went back to ignoring each other.
So, what do I do with myself now? That same longing is still inside me. But hey.
NOBODY PERFECT. Life is not perfect. Everyone has a cross to bear. Some have more than one.
I am…and remain…a total mess. LOL. And I can live with that.
Because…you never know. Maybe some day I’ll go to the prom.
(She laughs.)
But hey let’s end on a good note to this strange life…there are ups and downs….
I got to see my son have the BEST prom moment ever, take a really pretty girl out, and I got the picture to treasure forever…there is a God after all.
Isn’t he handsome? Wasn’t she pretty? ah…youth.
Family is Everything
Nobody Knows
This last year, has been a very personal one for me. I’ve been thinking alot about my life, how I ended up here, and what to do with the rest of my life. As you know, on Christmas I posted a picture of my son and I. I was missing him terribly. And my brother. I don’t see them anymore. They don’t want to see me, and what’s worse, they won’t tell me why.
Both my parents have passed away. Now, I have only my husband, 6 parakeets, and a dog named Jackson. It’s been lonely. Last summer, there was a young black girl riding her bike up and down the street, and we would talk. She was so cute. One day, I gave her a present..a swimmng mask. She must of went home and showed her parents, because I haven’t seen her since. So sad. I really MISS seeing and hearing playing children in the neighborhood. It’s not safe anymore. And besides, people just aren’t having babies. Babies, now, are very expensive to the masses.
The illegals..are bringing in their whole families, but that’s another blog.
Today, I went to get my haircut, and the lady and I talked about her daughters. She married her childhood sweethart, and the oldest was going off to college to study environmental science, at Rolla. Good school. But it was her 17- year- old she was worried about: Every boy she sees, she wants to marry, and they all dump her and she goes crying home on Mom’s shoulder. Mom doesn’t understand it. But I can say that these sad times for all these young girls, looking for husbands, and not finding any because of social media, and the economy, someday that girl will look back and say, “I’m so glad I had my mother there to help me through those bad times.” Trust me, she will.
Mom’s are the backbone of the family. They support, love, and care for everbody, unless of course they have been ‘feminised’ into “Oh…I should have a career!”
About that ‘career’– It’s a good thing. I had one. Girls need to use their brains. Work is always satifactory to men AND women. BUT…having children is just as important. I recently saw a video where Jorden Perterson was discussing this very subject. Women can succeed, and even get to the top, but almost ALWAYS, they drop out at 40 because they want kids. He swears by his observations.
And he’s right. They NEVER talk about hormones do they? The continuation of life…is really the human mission is it not?
The family unit is being wiped out. There are more single woman families now than married couples in the United States. Elon Musk is right. If we don’t have more children, things will be basically doomed.
If you want my Nobody Opinion, it’s due to the ‘communist’ takeover that we are living in right now. It’s written in their plans that you MUST get rid of the family unit.
But, that too is another blog.
What I wanted my son to know is that our ancestors help start this country. He should be proud.
When I was in my early 50’s, I went through a moment of despair. It was then that my mother told me we were related to the Adams, and maybe to read up on them. (Mothers, they save you everytime.)
So, I started reading…and I found out, that…THEY had written MY VERY OWN THOUGHTS that I have now in their diaries. How in the WORLD could someone living so long ago, have the same thoughts as me? They even had the nasty habit of collecting too many books. They loved trees. Sunsets…it was like walking through my own mind. And yes, they had depressions too.
John Adams, Sam Adams, JQA, Henry Adams, I had the very best of them and also the worst of them, floating around in my brain for years. And I didn’t even know it.
To tell you the truth, it was a relief to know, that I wasn’t crazy. (Well, we can debate that.)
I went to Boston to find my roots. I felt at home in Quincy. Braintree I loved. I started reading everything I could about the American Revolution, and realized that my natural proclivity to get SO upset about politics had been handed down by my ancestors. Honesty was a fault to them, and can be even now.
I discovered my roots, and by doing so, discovered myself.
FAMILY
And here I sit. My son could care less about his past ancestors. The schools have done a great job of erasing all history from schools. And tonight, that breaks my heart. He will never truly ‘find’ himself if he doesn’t face his own proclivity to THINK, and think deeply. But it’s too late. He has to find that himself.
Will he? Nobody Knows. I’m not holding my breath.
What I’m trying to say is…someday, all these women having all these abortions will wake up one day at 60 or 70 and be alone, without grandchildren and realize, what a big mistake they made. I myself wanted to have more children, but that’s another blog.
If you have a happy marriage, kids, grandchildren, then consider yourself rich beyond your own imagination.
Below is one of my favorite scenes in Amistad. Anthony Hopkins did a fantastic job as JQA. But the real line that hits me hard is “
“I will call my ancestors and beg them to come.–I am the whole reason I have existed at all.”
What a great line. And all people should now, be calling them for the next few years we are certainly going to be needing them.
I still call on mine, and I’m never alone.
Tucker and Me
“Open to receive insight and knowledge from the highest level of existence.”
Nobody Knows
Tucker Carlson was talking on a video about this tonight. He thinks SOMETHING is visiting us. He knows it he says, it’s spiritual. Yes, he’s sure.
I have talked to strange events in my life that I could NEVER explain, and could not have happened by MY hand, but by some mysterious entity, some may call GOD, but really, whatever it is, it’s the universe calling. Let me present a few in my life.
- When I was about 19, I had just gotten fired from my job at Western Union. I was to sit in a cubicle all day, and type the phone message to be sent. You were not allowed to drink, read a book, no, you would be fired. I think I got two calls a day, BORED out of my mind I was, and I was fired. Told that “I was just not meant for the job.” Ya think? I really think it was because some of the bosses wanted to ‘date’ the girls and I told them they didn’t have put up with that. So, there I was without a job, and my boyfriend at the time, was teaching me to play the drums. As I was driving one day, I was passing by a hotel…that hired bands, and I said to myself, “Well THAT will never happen in a million years.” Meaning me even getting in a band.
The very next month, I was hire in my first band, and my first job as a drummer in a five-piece band, was there at THAT hotel. Through nothing done by me. DO THE MATH. ST. Lous has a lot of hotels. What are the odds?
- Fast forward a few years. My first husband left my son and I, when he was very young, and he caused all kinds of heartache always threatening to take my son because he didn’t want to pay $75 a week. He was a monster. I don’t remember much but I was at my lowest, I was really out of it, insane…couldn’t hold my spirit. I dropped my son off at a relative’s house, (He was about five) and went to a local park. This park was huge. It was the middle of the day. I sat on a hill overlooking the Missouri River and was trying to decide HOW to commit suicide. I really thought my son and the whole world would be better off without me. Then, all of a sudden walking up the hill, was a middle age woman. Remember, NOBODY was in that park, middle of the afternoon, on a weekday. She came out of nowhere. She walked right up to the bench, and said “Can I sit here?” I nodded yes. I had heavy sunglasses on. Then she started to talk. “I have NO idea why I’m here? I live in South St. Louis, and ALL WEEK LONG I’ve been thinking about coming to this park…it’s so weird.”
South St. Louis was at least 45 minutes away. We talked and I told her my problems and then SHE talked me out of my horrible thoughts. She was the sweetest woman. That was the closest I have ever been to horror. But deep down inside, suicide is really about wanting MORE life, not less. I don’t think I would have done it, in fact I’m sure of it, I loved my son too much, but boy, I do remember that pain. I still think to this very day that the ‘universe’ sent that lady to me that day. She just couldn’t get over that she was to GO to this strange park so far away. And the thought was so strong all week, she just gave in to it.
Did she receive knowledge from the highest insight? You tell me.
- This one’s sort of funny. My dad has a massive stroke and I was taking care of him at home, and since my son HAD no real father, my dad became his best bud. My son had to watch my father go crazy…and when he died, my son took it very hard. Now, four days later, we were walking out the backdoor to our car, and strolling right up the very long driveway, in the middle of the suburbs was a turtle. That turtle walked RIGHT up to my son, and was his best companion for years. I have never seen a turtle in my driveway EVER. We named him George. Who later became Mama George when I bought a few other turtle’s home. And here’s the funny part. I swear George looked JUST like my dad in the last hours of his life. To this day I wonder if my dad sent him a turtle to ease his pain. Think I’m crazy? What are odds?
Okay, this one will CONVINCE you I’m nuts. Calling Tucker Carlson…Tucker! Tucker! Clean up on aisle nine.
It was an Easter Sunday and the family were all getting ready to go out for a fried chicken dinner. I was splashing my face in the downstairs bathroom, in a pretty good mood, and walked into my bedroom downstairs, as I was already dressed, , and the in the middle of the bed were two children, an older girl and a boy, and they were dressed in white old fashioned 18th century gowns, and the both had Easter baskets, and I stopped in my steps, and THEY looked at me, like “WTF?” And I looked at them…like WHAT? Okay. They were kids, but they saw me, I saw THEM, and then I heard a voice say to them in MY Head’ “It’s okay, she’s a good mother.” Assuring them I was no threat. They heard it. I heard it. About 30 seconds later they disappeared.
FIRST off, they were standing IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BED! Second thought, was rather egotistical about only being one thing: Hey, I’m more than a good mother, I’m a pretty good drummer!’ I was arguing back… to whomever decided to tell the kids I’m a good mother. Does this sound like 5th dimensional stuff? Were these two parallel universes mixing in some sort of time warp? I’ll never know, but I remember it happening as sure as I type this. I’m surprised my family didn’t put me away, but they just ignored me as usual.
Okay, this is getting long and I’m sure nobody is reading this, but I’m writing for myself anyway so what the heck. Just yesterday, I was pretty down, and I flipped to a station which had a documentary on Herb Alpert…He was my brother’s favorite trumpet player.
- My brother had trumpet lessons since he was six, and I grew up listening to the albums of Herb Alpert. Why, because my brother would give me Herb Alpert records for Christmas. I ended up being a Beatle fan. When my brother grew up, he was a famous trumpet player in Chicago and “The Lonely Bull” was his bit number. Frankly, he did it better than Herb because he’s just a big ham, and really did it great. So, as I watched the documentary, it showed the love the wisdom and the sheer beauty of Herb’s music. And also, that he went through a terrible divorce and he gave UP playing his trumpet. His found his soul mate, the woman he shares his life with now, and they are so much in love. And she saved him.
Why was this anything Joyanna? Because my brother doesn’t talk to me. He refuses, gives no reason. He’s my only brother. I have no other siblings. But after watching that video I now understand why he loved Herb. I think he is a great man now.
And one more thing, true love does exist. I saw it in the eyes of Herb and his wife.
And that’s the message I got slapped in my face. True love DOES exist in this universe.
The question is: Joyanna are you open to receive insight and knowledge from the highest level of existence?
Where is Tucker Carlson? I need to talk to him.
(Just in case somebody made it this far, please don’t think I’m suicidal. I have bragging rights when it comes to that subject…nobody can beat me when it comes to seeing the face of insanity and telling it to get lost.)
In ending, I think many people have these impossible ‘messages’ from beyond ( and I could go on and on) somewhere and most people just don’t even think about it. But it happens every day, and I’m glad at least one person on the planet (Or maybe many) is trying to figure it out. So lets’s end it on a very happy celebration of life. This song has been played at many a wedding, and that’s called triple tonguing guys…
Now I know why the girls all loved my brother! LOL. He used to play this song too…long ago.
Nobody Remembers the Cardinal and Disney
How magical Disney was and how sad I remember feeling when I first saw this scene. Snow White was dead! Oh no!
But then, the prince came, kissed her, and woke her up! Joy! Cue in the music and watch Snow White kiss Dopey, and ride off with her prince.
Happy endings, remember those? Disney was great at them.
This scene reminds me of my best friend from High School. Her parents got divorced and so she moved to L.A. with her mom. The next year, I flew out to visit her, and one of my fondest memories was going to Disneyland with her, and we sat on the steps of the Castle and watched the crowds leave at midnight. We talked about this scene. We both thought, at that young age, that Disney had betrayed us. Would we ever find true love? Why did he torture us? She didn’t think so, and I didn’t know. I certainly didn’t want to give up hope. We sat there for hours talking about life. My friend never married, and she died at 47, from a cancerous brain tumor. But before she died in Hospice I told her to “send me a sign”.
And this is what happened…
Her funeral was coming up, and I wanted to send something very special, so I went to the local flowership in the neighborhood. Two ladies ran the shop, a mother and daughter.
” I want to order a BIG ALL RED FLOWERS wreath, I told them. My friend was a BIG fan of the Cardinals in St. Louis.”
So, we were talking and all of a sudden both women started screaming. WTHeck I thought? What could possible make these two scream like that?
And there, flying around was a RED cardinal bird. It had flown in through the back door, all the way up to the front.
Both ladies seemed hysterical. So I said…“Hey, it’s only a cardinal, shhh…I’ll go catch it.
The little guy was standing still on the floor. I held out my hand, and sure enough, he got on. (What are the odds?)
I stood up, and slowly walked him over to the checkout counter. “See, it’s just a cardinal!” I stood there holding him up, and the ladies look at me as if I was missing a few screws.
“I’ll got out the back and let him go.” I finally said. I could tell they didn’t want me to stand there holding him even though I was having fun looking at him.
It was quite a walk to the back door, but the little bird sat still as can be in the palm of my hand.
When I got outside he didn’t move. I thought he’d fly away. But no. So I walked him over to the nearest tree, and tried to get him onto the branches. He just would NOT get on. Mmmmmm is he stunned I thought? No, he didn’t look stunned and I didn’t remember him hitting anything. He just kept looking at me.
After about 5 minutes of me trying to get him to get on a branch, and getting rather frustracted, I thought..and then spoke.
“Is this Shelly? It’s you isn’t it Shelly? This your sign? This is SO like you, always joking around! Shelly, you KNOW I can’t take you home! Mom and the dog are waiting for me in the car, you can’t go with me.”
The bird didn’t budge.
I started to laugh. Good thing there wasn’t any people around. I was talking to a bird. Really. After another few minutes, I put him on the ground. Didn’t want to, but I couldn’t spend an hour holding this little guy in my hand. So, in the grass he went. And then, Instantly flew away.
At the funeral, the next day, there was my wreath at the head of the casket.
And I still think to this day, that was Shelly’s sign. She had a wicked sense of humor. It would be just like her to do that. Tease me by not getting off my hand.
As for Disney? Like Elon Musk said, he would be rolling in his grave if he knew how WOKE Disney land had become. I’m glad I have the memory of spending that day with my best friend and sitting on the steps of that magical Castle.
So, what’s the point Joyanna?
Don’t lose your old VHS movies. Someday you will show them to your grandchildren, and know that the innocence of the young was once treasured by a genius of a man named DISNEY. Who KNOWS what will happen to that great American company in the future.
Fathers: Endangered Speices?
Nobody Remembers …
Fathers are on the endangered species list, but nobody is talking about it. Once upon a time, I wrote for a website called Mens News Daily. It was site for which men who had gone through painful divorces could rant about the pain, and the unfairness of the judicial system. Since I had been divorced myself, I thought it was just a two-way street, and then I started noticing the problems of my son, and HIS friends, and it was clear…the women had changed since even my day. Generation X’s women believed that the world owed them a man who did everything for them. More of them were raised by divorced mothers, and to me they seemed much more ruthless.
Their kids.. are growing up to be outlaws. I wish someone would take a survey of all those protesting on Wall Street. I would bet my grandmother’s favorite locket that most of those kids and people are from single parent families. The tea party on the other hand, were mostly families.
The Tea Party believe in the rule of law, fairness…god and family. Wall Street people, who suffered from not having that extra support, want what the absent parent didn’t give them. And they want it now.
Anyone who has studied communism or Marxism knows that the only way to take over freedom away from people are to destroy the family unit, and in Europe, and the United States we are seeing just what our society has become. The experts have known that fatherless families bring a society that crumbles, and so we have had feminism propaganda thrust down everyone throat. It was a planned destruction. It was easy, and it has worked.
Marxism needs the state to be daddy, and that’s why Obama is promoting the “youths’. Today in his speech he said to Libya,
“You have won your revolutions. Youths are delivering a powerful rebuke to dictators.”
And so, he urges the Wall Street protests on…to rally them to revolt against the “state.” who Obama tells them are the conservatives,Republicans, and the tea party, because you see, he diverts his own dictatorial power away with lies and deceit.
History show that fatherless children turn to drugs and crime
It is interesting to note that in the backgrounds of most of the famous lawman, such as Wyatt Earp, a strong family unit was present with parents who preached early to their sons the moral necessity of obeying and upholding the law.For the most part, these men had both mother and father through their childhoods, whereas a good deal of the outlaws, bandits and gunmen that plagued the Old West grew up with only one parent, invariably a stern father with little time to spend with sons, the mother having died early. Many of the worst outlaws were orphaned as youths and had no parental guidance at all. The father of Jesse James left them early. It was the same with the Dalton’s and their mother. Outlaw sons seemed also th have an almost pathological devotion to their mothers. —Jay Nash, Encyclopedia of Western Lawmen & Outlaws.
And a society without the family unit with a mother and a father leaves country on the pathological path to destruction.
And that’s exactly what Obama wants.
Save the importance of the father, the family, and you might just save the country. Even the best of mothers have a hard time raising children by themselves, and any woman who tells you she never has any problem with her fatherless child…is either lying, or delusional.
About
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
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