Joyanna Adams

Nobody's Opinion

How Long Does it Take? Maggots.

Nobody Remembers

I was watching a Supernatural Episode tonight. There was a scene in it that brought back strong memories of when I was a freshman in college. It’s pretty gross, so stop here, if you have ever been really sick with stomach flu.

The story goes that there was a witch’s coven. And they used hex bags to put a curse on this one man who was stepping out on his wife.  He was sitting in his car, and bit into a chicken sandwich, but then gagged, and looked down and there were maggots all over the sandwich.

All of us have been seeing ‘brainwashing’ being used so subtly in all our sitcoms and movies, you MIGHT have noticed a lot more scenes where somebody was throwing up. Puking big time. And it’s when you least expect it.  These scenes and the many “pee” scenes are being pushed onto the public on purpose, but we won’t go into that here.

It was my freshman year in college. Southwest Missouri State. I wanted to major in music, but I couldn’t even play an instrument. Well, I found out at registration, they said I couldn’t because I didn’t play an instrument.

Talk about naïve. I was so upset, so determined to take music courses, that I sat down in the middle of the registration room, and almost started crying. Hell, I might have been crying, I don’t remember. I suffered from depression all my life (not now) so that news was a total shock.

You mean, I CAN’T take music? My whole life disappeared before me.

Then my parents paid for all this for nothing? What else was I going to do with my life? Not to mention I was STILL mad at my best friend in high school who BEGGED me to go to this college so I’d be with her, and…..she ended up not going, costing my parents money they didn’t have.

Gee thanks.

Some man came over, got me off the ground, as fast as he could, and signed me up for Music theory, piano I, and vocal. I was ecstatic.

The piano and vocal lessons were easy, but I knew I needed help in Music theory, because I couldn’t read music. The last time I read music I was in grade school and playing the French Horn.

So, I asked this sweet girl whom I had met, and who was signing up along side me if she would help me in the course. Her name was Sarah. She was blond and looked just like a county bumpkin.

“Of course, I will” she said.

That night, she invited me over to dinner with her and her husband.

She cooked a whole chicken, and I was trying to be polite, so I took a BIG bite, in fact I almost ate the whole leg, before I looked down:

Maggots. Everywhere. All over the leg, ,,,,and I had devoured them.

Her husband did not touch it. And he asked her where she got the chicken.

“Oh, it’s been hanging in the barn for a while” she said.

You can guess what happened. I was renting a room upstairs in an old lady’s house, and the only bathroom was downstairs. I had stuff coming out both ends. The old lady was furious and made me go outside into the back yard, where I sat with a hose to wash off everything that was coming out of me for a good three hours.

I ate a LOT of maggots.

Well, after that, I knew I couldn’t go back to school, so I phoned my mom, told her I’d be driving the 4 hours home, and it was me and a brown paper bag all the way.

Now, here’s how naïve and innocent I was, and still am. Because I would never in my wildest dreams have believed that somebody would do that on purpose, I always thought it was just a mistake.

Only now, do I realize, she was a country girl, and even an 8-year-old would know not to serve a chicken from the barn, or even try to cook It, which means…she did it on purpose.

And by the way, she got an A in music theory, and she never helped me.

I managed to pull off a B all by myself.

When you grow up, sheltered from the storms, from corruption, from evil, you don’t suspect it from others….it’s not a good thing. Really.

And now, most of you were going, “Why didn’t you LOOK at it!”

Because I was too busy looking at her and thanking them both for inviting me. Ever the polite and grateful idiot.

Hopefully, NOBODY that reads this has ever had to bite into a chicken leg full of maggots.

Yep. The education of Joyanna Adams…continues until she dies. Better late than never.

At least it came to me FINALLY.

Thank you Supernatural.

Sarah, might have actually been…a witch…may she be hexed with the memory forever.

March 1, 2024 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | 1 Comment

The Betrayal of Best Friends

Nobody Remembers

When it comes to betrayal, nothing hurts more than to be betrayed by your closest friend.

Many years ago, when I was in high school, I had a very dear friend named Shelly. She used to crack me up. She was beautiful. She had dark hair, and didn’t live very far from my house. But, our Senior year, her parents got divorced. So, she and her mom moved to L.A. while her dad stayed here, and remarried.

Shelly and I wrote each other every other week. She got a job quickly, and so, one summer, I went out to L.A. to stay with her. I remember we were both big Cardinal fans, and so we went to see the Dodgers Play the Cardinals at Dodgers stadium. I had a crush on Jack Clark at the time, and that day, he ran into home plate and practically destroyed the poor catcher. It was also that day that he looked up at me leaning over the railings, and asked me to come down and he would sign an autograph. He was warming up with Ozzie. We were WAY up in the top bleachers and Shelly kept saying we CAN go down there. I kept saying…no that’s for the rich people, but somehow, we got down there and Shelly took a picture of us, and he signed a baseball for me, which I still have that ball which said “God bless, Jack Clark.” Then he asked me if I could come to San Fransisco. Well, I said, I don’t know. BUT…Shelly gave him HER telephone number and later I found out that he did call her, and SHE told him I wasn’t interested. I believe she was trying to get in good with him. I don’t really know if she did.

Still, I would have NEVER done that to her. Never.

Later I found out he was married, so it’s a good thing I didn’t go. But that didn’t stop me from going to the games. Jack Clark was an amazing batter. I remember the first time I saw a home run in my lifetime, he hit it high up into the upper deck…and I was blown away by the sheer power. Jack Clark never took steroids. He was a big man. A great player. Unlike the steroid use after the big baseball strike, Jack Clark was the real thing.

Now, did I ever forgive Shelly? Yeah, she ended up becoming a prostitute in L.A. and dying of a cancerous brain tumor at the age of 47. She grew up in the area of cold-water creeks, where the military dumped the radioactive waste from the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima. Josh Hawley, is trying to get money for all the poor people who died from exposure to the waste, which is still here of course. But, it’s too late for Shelly.

Even though Jack and I never got together, I never missed a game. And the game of baseball is much like life. If played without ‘rigging’ you can see a lot of comparison to life. You can hit a home run. Or strike out game after game. Most games are like that, and the people that get hooked on them…can cry when the season is over. They must go back to their dreary lives.

We just watched the Superbowl…and stupid me, since I don’t follow sports, assumed that Taylor and her super stud boyfriend were with San Francisco, that town being VERY liberal, as we all know that Taylor is a big Biden fan. No, Taylor was jumping up and down for Kansas to win. You would have thought she was the coach.

The game was fun, but clearly, they can rig any sport nowadays, and like a script, nobody realizes it. Sports have been rigged for years. Just like elections. There too much money in it. Not all of them of course, but the money making ones.

But I’m getting off theme.

Whenever I think of those days in the 1985’s, when the Cardinals went on to win the World series, I realized I was just a lonely woman. My mother felt sorry for me and said, “Why don’t you go to the ball games, maybe you’ll meet somebody.”

The only man I actually met was Jack. The rest of them would come up and speak. “We have a bet going, me and guys…how old are you?” And I always said “56.” I was much younger of course but really, moms advise was…needless to say…really off. She had good intentions.

My current husband had the same thing happened to him. He was on a mission with the Seals when he came home and found out his wife was sleeping with his best friend.

And I wonder…how many people in this world have been betrayed by their best friend?

So, can you trust anybody? Can you trust your best friend?

If you find someone you can trust, better hold to them. They are diamonds in the mud.

Besides, I didn’t know it then, but lots of ball players mess around on the road, and they have loving wives and kids at home.

But when I think back on those days I think of the song “The Boys of Summer.”

And I watched the boys play. What else did I have to do? No body would ask me out. At least I had something to do.

And when they were gone, the winter always came hard.

And then Spring always comes back eternal…doesn’t it?

And spring for most of human history has been hope for a new beginning..no matter what.

February 12, 2024 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | 1 Comment

Do We SHOW Evil, or Hide It?

Nobody’s Opinion

I had another God wink just a minute ago. A very dear friend, one I’ve never met, but written to for many years, sent me this. It brought tears to his eyes, as to mine.

Listen, isn’t this beautiful? Great movie.

And I remembered the FIRST time I learned about the Holocaust. I should have been taught it when I was in High School, but no, there was hardly a mention of it. The subject was floated around like it was a just a distant hole, in a distant land, and had nothing to do with America. Show film after film of our brave soldiers, but don’t show what THEY witnessed. Much too painful.

When I first went to college I was SO excited. I wanted to learn everything. Everything. But of course, they won’t let you take just every class, even though it’s your money. This was before Youtube. Anyway, I took a poetry class, and the teacher was Jewish.

We studied poetry, and of course, we had to write it. I wrote a poem I think about love, but at the end I mentioned I woke up in the middle of a green field. Somewhere in that poem, I mention the Holocaust.

The very next day, the teacher brought in a film. It was a documentary on all the bodies and horrors of the holocaust. Bulldozers, pushing in HUNDREDS of dead bodies into pits. Faces gaping, naked, white, pushing them into big holes like so much trash. Is it any wonder the men of WWII went silent? Sometimes the horror of mankind, what they are capable of, is just to painful to even look at. I can still see those bodies in my mind’s eye even today. We have been told that will not happen again.

Bull. It just happened in Israel. Once again, they are reporting they deserve it.

And I can’t help but think, it’s happening again. Elites, as crazy as Hitler, are in control of much of the world now. They released a virus, and killed millions. They released a vaccine that will also kill milllions.

This holocaust is disguised as simply a natural cure for a normal outbreak. They have said in their own documents that there are way too many people in the world, and it’s a BIG problem.

They won’t kill outright, they will DO it in the name of ‘saving the planet.’

This is no different than Hilter who hated the Jews and anyone who was not German.

We are now being told white people are the problem. White people are the new Jew.

Uh...wake up white people. Do you not realize these ‘leaders’ are serious?

We have been brainwashed for years by our schools, who kept us all ignorant OF evil.

So, the question is: Do we need to LOOK at horror and evil in order to make sure it doesn’t happen again?

Or, is hiding horror, the only way we can keep sanity?

Or do we find a comfortable middle ground. Keep it from children, but High school?

If we don’t even know evil when we see it, how will any of us survive.

Anyway, sorry…I’m finished ranting now. But, once again, thanks to my friend for sending this to me, I think he knew, I needed it.

January 7, 2024 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment