A Garden of Evil and Good
Nobody Remembers
It’s a Saturday night. Here in St. Louis, it’s still cold. Spring is everywhere, baby birds are being born, rabbits are nibbling on the grass, the moon now shines beneath the newly baby born green leaves.
And I had two thoughts going through my head tonight: The smell of my grandmother’s gardenia bushes in the backyard of her Naples, Florida home when I was a kid, and the Jews, being lined up near their own graves, and being shot to fall into the pits.
That image is forever etched in my brain. None of them fought back.
The joy of life, the horror of life, existing right next to each other.
Is it any wonder man reached out for a God?
While comparing the miracle of smell, to the horror of murder, is it any wonder that each of us wants to remember our favorite smell? Pumpkin pies cooking in the oven at Christmas. The smell of fresh air after a summer storm. The smell of a baby’s little hand, as you kiss it while it’s grasped around your big finger. Men remembering their lover’s perfume. Women remembering the smell of their husband’s sweat in bed,
The smell of your lover’s sex on your hands.
When I was older, I went to see my grandmothers’s house. Someone had bought it. I stood in front of it, and SWORE that I smelt that gardenia bush in the backyard.
It was just my brain fooling me. It had been long gone.
They say dogs can smell cancer. I believe that’s true.
And for the last week, as I watched so many really stupid people lining up behind our demented President, and clapping with smiles on their faces, I thought of how the Jews did NOT fight back as they stood to be shot.
Why? Wouldn’t it be better to turn around and fight? Even if you KNEW you would be killed? Better to fight than to give in like sheep? Why did they just go to die? Was life that hard and they wanted to die? Or was it something else?
I’ve never smelt a corpse rotting, and I hope I never do, but right now, bodies of men and woman are rotting on the grounds in the Middle East.
Where gardenias do not grow.
J.R. Tolkien, wrote the Hobbit series to ease his own pain from the Wars being fought.
A masterpiece of Good vs Evil. Always the story line.
If I were rich, I’d sent a gardenia bush to every mother who had lost a child.
For life is filled with great joy, and great sorrow.
It’s was Elon Musk’s DAY today: April 10. Elon is fighting back against the evil of many.
And that’s because he knows evil from childhood. His mother, suffered much herself…They took that pain and fought back.
And today, I wish I could just, for one time, smell my grandmothers’ gardenia bush, where hundreds of flowers bloomed every summer to delight me…with the great love of my grandmother standing beside me, sharing the smells, the moment. Priceless.
Good vs Evil? Its always the same.
A great man, who fought evil, Mahatma Gandhi said this:
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall… think of it, always.
Let’s hope…he’s right.
Will the evil we see controlling us all, on the global march to death…will truth win in the end.
Gardenia’s or corpses?
Nobody Knows…but if history repeats itself: both.
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)
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.
The Wired World: Human or Not?
Nobody Wonders
The other day, I was watching a video where Elon Musk said that he thought there were too many old people in government. Yes, I agree. Biden is senile, and these people stay in their positions mostly because they are making SO much money, and their families are also getting rich. Do you think they really want to give up? No way, so Congress has put its job, onto various departments created by them, and they can stay in office forever because they don’t make the laws anymore: And so, they can’t be blamed when an unpopular one passes.
They pass it on to various departments. This was not the idea of the founders. Congress was sent to serve and go back home. Now they stay forever and become multimillionaires. This war in Ukraine is making them all rich, because they can do insider trading.
Very clever, but they are destroying the very country they serve. They don’t care, they have mansions on islands around the world.
The populations of the West are old. Japan’s population is old. China had a policy of one child per couple for years, and so the young girl babies were destroyed and now they are sending those excess male military age men over our borders. China controls our ‘President’ Biden so that’s not a good thing. Biden is handing our country over to them.
Today, I was watching the APPLE launch of its new vision pro headset. They had an older lady talking about how she had ALL the Apple products ever made, and she was very excited to get her new ones. Some of the old people have a lot of time on their hands, being retired. But some of us, don’t. I started out on Gates’s 3.1 computer and by the time I learned that one, bought a book of instruction and FOUND the time to read it, it was already replaced. ($5,299.00)
That’s, of course how these people get so rich. Tech improves, even if it’s only more pixels on your camera, and then you fork out thousands for the new iPhone, or IPAD, or whatever and they have you hooked for your life.
Then there are those of us who remember that you didn’t HAVE to carry your phone everywhere. If you got in trouble, you went to the nearest phone booth.
Life was simply. More enjoyable. Less stress. Now, I realize that the world will all be digitized…We will live more and more in our cocoons, never walking, always wired up, addicted to the latest tech…but some of us are going…what?
What happened to “life?” The joy of talking to someone ON THE PHONE, hearing their voice, instead of ‘texting” The sound of the human voice? Will that disappear? Well, you can NOW see their picture and talk to them too?
Okay. That’s good. But what if I don’t want you to see me? What if I just got out of the shower and I’m not dressed…uh…the older generation is having trouble with this. The younger ones: nope. They have been online since they were kids.
So— Houston, there is a bit of a problem here. Tech is going so fast, in a few months even the 30-year-olds won’t be able to keep up.
Sure, the car was a miracle, the plane, the electric grid, the phone, all this tech made all our lives easier, but now, it takes hours out of your day just to do what you need to do online. And frankly, I’d rather learn something new on my piano.
And when it goes down? What then? EVERYTHING is plugged into it.
Have they thought this out?
They don’t care, because it’s a good chance that it can all disappear in a flash.
So, Elon may be right. People like him should be running things because they can get the tech in right away…the older people, they would just walk out and say “Screw it, I’m tired of dealing with it.”
They’d run out to their porch and watch the sunset.
Yes, there is a problem. Maybe that’s why they want to ‘kill’ off the old. I’ve taken care of my diapered parents. Watch their brains wither away. It was hard work, but I would have done it again.
Tech will be ruthless in getting rid of them.
Families as we know will disappear.
“To each to his ability” will be the communist norm.
And do they care? Was the atomic bomb the answer to everything? Nuclear energy is a good thing, but it wasn’t in Japan now, was it?
We need leaders who will keep us free as well as protected against the dangers of the coming tech revolution, for it will be more dangerous, as Elon said than the nuclear war.
And so…it begins…the dawn of the non…human.
Frankly, I’m going to try to stay as human as possible until I die.
And the young, won’t miss me when I go. They will be on the Moon, playing video games and eating fake meat. So, tomorrow in celebration of the New World, I’m having REAL chicken for dinner.
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.
Somebody Tell Them to STOP!
Nobody Flashes
You know what drives me absolutely out of my mind? Women politicans WAVING their hands around because they were TAUGHT by some idiot that WAVING their hands around will make the audience believe them. It’s SOOOOO annoying. I want to reach into the screen and GRAB those hands and say, “What idiot taught you to do this!” Kamala Harris is not only brain dead when she talks, I think she is concentrating more on her hands than what she is saying…like she is thinking “Okay, I’ll wave both my hands THIS way…”
I want to scream.
Did you EVER see men do this? Trump, once in a while does a comedy routine as a joke, where he waves his hands around, but never, ever to make a point. He does very little and what he does is effective. Same with Elon Musk. Very effective. Very natural. Therefore you pay attention to the face, not his hands. And you pay ATTENTION to what the men are saying. Is it any wonder you don’t pay attention to these liberal ladies who think by waving their hands around they are doing a good job at communicating?
You know who esle does this? Nancy Pelosi. She ALSO drives me nuts. I couldn’t watch all of the video below (5 minutes was WAY too much) but Nancy has got the hand signals down pat. She never stops waving them, in fact, you tend to watch her hands and not pay attention to all the BS coming out of her mouth. So, maybe the liberal ladies use it to distract you from their BS.
I still remember her tearing up Trump’s speech back in 2017. This lady is ruthless and power hungry and has been taught by the best. I hated her for that moment. I really did. I was shocked. She should have been kicked out of Congress for that. But hey, free speech. Good to know Nancy was a bully.
Nobody Knows, but there are video’s on line that will teach you how to do this. Next time you see a conservative women: Watch. When THEY talk, they almost never, EVER wave their hands, and so, they not only sound smarter, they look smarter. You pay attention to what they are saying.
You know what? After thinking about it, I hope they keep it up. It’s no wonder thousands of people are standing out in the freezing cold tonight to hear President Trump speak.
NOBODY would do that for Nancy. or Kamala. Hand wavers extraordinary pluto’s. Nobody would do that for Joe Biden. He can barely stand let alone wave his hands around.
So, people–this Nobody Wonders: Does the hand waving bother anybody else besides me?
Happy New Year! Plungers and Roses
Nobody Wonders
Here’s one last post for 2023:
I got a call from an old friend today. She moved away some ten years ago, and now lives by a river in Tennessee. It’s always good to hear from the people you know, who except for who you were and who you are now.
We started talking about her health and then she said this:
“The strangest thing happened to me a month ago, and I’m having these strange things happen all the time.”
“What? Tell me’ I said.
“Well, you might think I’m nuts…it’s kind of gross.”
You see my friend and her husband lived on a houseboat, and one day, the toilet stopped up pretty bad, right up to the top. Houseboats have different sewage systems as you know.
She said she called her husband, because they did NOT have a plunger. She was in a panic because of being on a boat. If it spilled over, it would be a big mess. He was supposed to go out and buy one, but for some reason, he came home instead. He looked around the boat for something, and then, looked OVER the side of the boat as the river was running by, and there it was.
A plunger. Floating right by her husband, and he reached over and picked it up.
“WHAT ARE THE ODDS?” she exclaimed. “I was wishing for a plunger and there it was, right out of the river.”
Then she went on. She said one day, she wanted a single rose. Not sure why, she didn’t say, but then she said, “Guess what?”
“A one stem rose went right by the side of the boat. I picked it up. I did not do anything but WISH for it.” She spoke.
But she knew, I believed her. I told her of all my coincidences and we got pretty excited, about how the universe can just HAND you something that you truly wish…in your heart. In your mind. It’s happened to both of us. I guess it was like the phone call that comes out of the blue when you are thinking of that person, but haven’t talked to them in a long time. Like this friend of mine. She NEVER calls me. Ever. I really needed to talk to someone as I was feeling a bit lonely. Her call was all I needed…
Because you see this morning, I was listening to Glenn Beck talk about the possibility of a Nuclear War, the power of A.I. and how real it was, and then we watched a movie on Netflick, another DISASTER movie. You know one of those “you will own nothing” movies which are shown on every cable movie station? Hour after hour. Humanity is killed, etc. It’s like you are being buttered up for hopelessness. I didn’t feel particularly good after that, so yeah, my friend’s phone call was perfect timing.
This afternoon, my husband and I took one of those horse bouncing toys that kids used to get in the 1950’s, to a neighbor’s house. It’s a young couple with a really cute little boy. I had saved that horse for over 35 years. I bought it for my son, who never touched it, (Any kind of ball were his thing) and I’d had hoped for a grandchild, but that seems to be lost forever. SO…I could sell it on eBay, but why?
We gave it to the young boy…who was happy to have such a big, brand-new toy.
What did I get out of all of this? Maybe that, somewhere, somehow, in the vast empty space and time, there is a power that comes to those when they need it the most. I’ve written a few blogs about this. It’s like “When you wish upon a star” magic.
My friend needed a plunger.
Our neighbors needed a wonderful toy that they probably couldn’t have afforded.
I needed someone to save me from suicide that long dark day so long ago. (Earlier blog)
So, I’m thinking. The world is such a mess. Evil is growing everywhere. Maybe- maybe if enough of us just WISH deep in our hearts that healing comes, the evil men trying to make us all slaves to their visions of utopia for themselves, MAYBE if enough of us just desire and want that to happen, deep in our hearts, maybe by some miracle, it will.
Jesus came once upon a time, and saved the world with kindness and wisdom. He was a miracle.
Maybe…this time around…we will get…HOPE. The hope we need, because God knows, they are trying to fill us ALL with hopelessness.
Before we got off the phone, my friend kept laughing after the discussion and said,
“I SHOULD have wished to win the Lottery instead of a plunger.” And she laughed.
This Nobody has a feeling that, this strange force beyond all reasoning knows EXACLY what you need…and what’s best for you.
You might not understand it, but some people call that ‘god.’ Some call it luck.
I call it the essence of universal love from the universe itself.
Nobody Wonders…about that the most. And will we ever figure it out?
Nobody Knows.
Everybody have a safe and Happy New Year…Let’s all ‘wish’ for the best…Okay? Right.
Nobody Knows Paulina’s Lack of True Love
I found this video to be eye-opening. Paulina was certainly one of the most beautiful women in the world, and also a woman who suffered from scars clearly left by the abandoment of her parents in childhood. Then the really insufferable second husband divorcing her because she ‘lost’ her looks and got old. Or, too old for him.
What was really sad is that she is still searching for the love she needs. Her face has aged, and she has had no work done, but her body is one even most 30-year olds would love. She takes off her clothes to prove it.
She made her living by being the “perfect” body and face, and nobody dared to know her as a person, in fact, if she had shown how smart she is, which she is trying to do now, many would berate her to get “back into her proper dumb and beautiful” package that made them all so much money.
People think beautiful women have it made. Melania was beautiful but completely ignored by all the jealous people in the industry, not just because of her husband.
Beauty in woman has since the beginning of time, been what men AND woman wanted. I realized because I was on stage that I had to make the most of what I had and learned the art of makeup, and it IS an art. Make of it what you will.
This is why you see so many ‘feminists’ and democratic women go ballistic. They have been shunned, if they are born on the plain side, and refuse to wear makeup, and so blame society and men for their sorrrows of not being loved.
And look at the men who are torturing us all: Gates, Klaus…really all the very rich men…most of them a woman would not even look twice at. So, they got rich. But deep inside? Almost evil.
Hopefully, this video will find Paulina a man who will REALLY love her for herself.
But, I must admit, it was a brave confession, and one most people would not expect.
Remembering the Important
Nobody Flashes:
Due to the upcoming ‘war’ to KEEP America great, I always like to put things in perspective;
And that’s why I have lots of these kinds of pictures throughout my house.
Cuteness is Much Needed
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I wish I could do this. Put myself to sleep instantly.
So cute. Sorry. We need some cuteness. After all, we are being bombarded with the the faces of Pelosi, Maxine Waters, Cuomo, and Michelle Obama. Those faces will keep ANYONE awake.
Yes, cuteness is needed…desperately.
Even Dog Fathers are Important.
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Happy Fathers Day, to all the great dads out there.
Hope all the dads have as much fun as this dad, who is teaching his pups how to swim.
Really, do you need more proof than this as to how important fathers are? They do stuff mom’s can’t do.
Like have WAY too much fun. Puppy mom would be going, “Seriously!? Are YOU going to give them all baths?”
Nobody Flashes: Happy Mother’s Day!
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Don’t forget you mother today. My mother passed away in 2001. I miss her every single day. She was my best friend, and I am still discovering what a really amazing woman that she was.
I hope every mom gets a hug from every one of their children today, no matter what age.
And now, you KNOW I’m a sucker for animals and their babies….here’s some of my favorites.
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
Joyanna Adams
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