Joyanna Adams

Nobody's Opinion

Babies Communicate Better than Politicians.

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Deep in the basement of the Capital, very serious conversations are going on about just HOW to impeach a President.

Well…okay. Actually, these twins make a lot more sense.

Sue me. My female hormones can’t resist the fun of chattering newborns. See if you can tell the females from the males.

Even at that age, it’s pretty easy.

Really. This gender nonsense is a total absurdity. Anybody who has been around babies OR animals for that matter, sees the differences right away. It’s like night and day.

Even in birds. Or turtles. You CAN tell.

Can you believe we live in a society that is trying to deny the very fundamentals of nature?

Hard to believe it, but the liberals are dead set on transforming every thing known to man.

October 26, 2019 Posted by | Life | | Leave a comment

Turn off the TV.

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I was on burnout yesterday from so much political crap on our TV.

The news is so nasty and full of the worst of human nature, watching all the politicians beat up the President for no reason whatsoever, and the movie stars making one disaster film after another, filled with gloom and doom, nothing happy anywhere to watch OR read. I don’t even want to SEE “The Joker.” The fact that Robert Dinero is in it is reason enough.

Is it any wonder that so many people find joy in their pets? These pups remind me that happiness can be found in the simpliest things. (But really, poor mom.)

Enjoy!

October 6, 2019 Posted by | Life | | Leave a comment

A brief Moment of Wonder….

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After all the insane and ongoing relentless insanity in the news…I tend to look for the simple things on this planet that touches my heart.

Like this.

I love birds. And these two are special. I was at a bird store today and a lady was cuddling a baby bird in her arms and he was making noises and I asked her if he was sick and she said, “No, he’s just a baby. I’m bonding with him.”

Anyway…I thought she was sweet to show such compassion.

Enjoy a brief moment from the madness.

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

Nobody Flashes the Usefullness of Genuis

Nobody Flashes.

How many of these people have effected humanity really?

How many of these people are liberal vegetarians?

I’ll take the genius of our President any day of the week.

It’s not what you know, it’s what you DO with what you know.

Being the best Chess player in the world, in my Nobody Opinion, does not make you the smartest. Notice that guy is number one.

All it does is prove you’ve spent hours learning the game of chess.

 

September 6, 2019 Posted by | Life | | 1 Comment

The Cardinal

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My son went to see his friend today. For two years this good friend has been fighting prostrate cancer, and has hours to live. All the golf buddies got together to say their final goodbyes, at the hospice where he was living.

Eric was a young man, with two kids and a wife. They didn’t want to wake him since he was on his last sleep, my son said. …he might die tonight. He might die in a few days.

But there is nothing more to do, the cancer has spread all over his body. And I am glad my son got to at least say his goodbyes.

I remember this young man when he and my son played video games for hours after high school. My son would beat him every single time, and Eric would get SO mad. It was almost funny, but after the game, it was buds as usual.

Funny isn’t it, how you tend to stay in touch with your best friends from school. You go out into life, but those buddies from school…somehow they know you better than anyone, and accept you as you are.

My best friend from high school died from brain cancer when she was 47. I remember going into hospice to say my goodbyes and I told her, as she lay in bed, almost hairless, to send me a sign. She just smiled.

She died two days later.

And the strangest thing happened: She did. She DID send me a sign.

I was in a local flower shop the next day ordering a big red wreath to be sent to the funeral parlor. Shelly, my friend, was a big Cardinals baseball fan. Even when she moved out to L.A., she stayed true to the Cardinals.

While I was talking to the two ladies in the shop, a mother and her daughter, the daughter started screaming. A bird had flown in from the back door of the shop which was left open as it was a summer’s day. The bird flew all the way into the front of the shop, and then landed on the floor.

Sorry, but I kept telling the women that it was “Just a bird…it’s okay…it can’t hurt you.” And I went over and yes, you guessed it, it was a red cardinal. I put my hand on the floor and that bird, and you may not believe this, but that bird climbed onto the palm of my hand.

“Look! Isn’t he beautiful!” I slowly walked over to the register counter where the two ladies were standing, and showed them the cardinal. He just sat, so very still. We marveled at the fact that he just sat there in my hand, and then I said, “I’m going to take him back out the back door.”

When I got him outside, I went to the nearest tree and tried hard to get him to climb up on a branch. But that bird wouldn’t budge. And then it dawned on me: This was SHELLY…saying goodbye to me. It would be just her sense of humor. It would be just like her to NOT get off my hand. There I was, talking to this bird saying, “Shelly, I can’t take you home…mom’s in the car waiting for me…I mean, don’t you live around here?”

I know. You HAVE to know this is a true story because who would admit such a thing? Woman talks to bird.

Then I tried to put the little guy on the ground. It took a while but I finally got him to go onto the grass.

When I got back to the parking lot, where my mom was waiting for me in the car, I told her about it, and then stared worrying…Hey, maybe the bird had been shocked! What if a cat came and ate him sitting here on that ground!

I hurried back to the spot where I had left the bird, and the cardinal, was gone. And I was sad, because to me, it was Shelly and I truly would never see her again.

When I got to the funeral, to my surprise, my BIG red wreath was at the head of her casket. Her father had put it there.

I told my son this story in the hopes that he would know that spirits can come back as ‘signs’. The people who we love and who love us, sometimes actually do try to contact us in some way, to let us know they are still here. They STILL love us.

Nobody understand the universe really, and where our “souls” go when we die.

So many lives are cut short. And so, I think it’s only human nature to believe that the spirit lives on. Humanity has believed that since before the Egyptians. Indians believed in signs.

And I do too. Life after death? Why not? Energy goes somewhere right?

I just think, you have to believe in your own heart that the sign you are seeing, is really that. Impossible as it may seem.

Many people will think it was just a coincidence that a cardinal flew into a flower shop that day. I don’t.

I think it was Shelly saying goodbye, in a very happy way.

And I hope, that the good man Eric will send my son a ‘sign’,

I pray that my son remembers my story in his time of grief, and wants to live his life, and remember, his good friend and all the great times they had. And I bet, if you asked, there are thousands of people with stories just like this.

Right? Right.

God, is always there. You just have to look for him.

August 30, 2019 Posted by | Life, Uncategorized | | Leave a comment

Nobody Knows There Are Two Kinds of Giving

Nobody Knows

I was wondering about something today, something I found that Bernie Sanders and some Christians I know have in common: The proclivity to want to give gifts.

You see, I was thinking about my very Christian friend…who right after I got home from the hospital, brought me two full bags of food: Homemade Lasonya, chicken salad, some sweets, an a greek salad. She was like an angel from heaven. I’m not a great cook to begin with, and cooking was going to be pretty hard that first week, since even walking to the front door was a major effort.

Those of you who have been through any operation knows what I am getting at.

“My angel!” I cried at her. “God bless you for brining me food!”

“I don’t want anything in return.” she insisted, and I told her she could count on me if she ever needed something. That night, I felt very fortunate to have such a great friend.

Now, I understand this is very common practice among Christians. They always bring you food, when someone dies, when you’re just home from the hospital…in fact, I once had a neighbor who never even spoke to me, bring me food once after my gall bladder surgery. I thought it was strange, when I always knew she really didn’t care for me otherwise.

But she went to church. Its pretty much what church people do.

Later on, that week, my very good Christian friend stopped by in a surprise visit. She caught me at my weakest moment. Yes, I had just returned from my therapist visit from hell and was crying uncontrollably from the pain. I had not cried at all throughout the whole ordeal. Not before the hospital, not in the hospital, not after the hospital. In fact, I was almost pain free before this therapist visit, but I think I was frustrated that I was put BACK to the beginning of my recovery with just one-hour long session, that I felt for the first time hopeless.

Well, my Christian friend came to the door, and I told her the physical pain I was feeling, and to my surprise she scolded me like a child. “Stop that!” She said. “Stop your crying!” She continued to berate me for breaking down, and shoved some salad in my hand and left with a huff.

I was not only hurt; I was simply puzzled. Is THIS the way Christians act? If I had come to her house and she had been crying I would have put my arms around her and been there as a friend. I was raised a Christian also, and besides that, I’m a typical woman.

Sorry, women are ALLOWED to cry once in a while. We are wired that way.

Also, this woman was a NURSE. I wondered how many patients in the hospitals where she served that she screamed at to stop crying? Was this something her mother told her to do when she cried as a child?

While I was thinking about this, I thought of Bernie Sanders…the great Santa Claus giveaway man of the hour. He is promising free college tuition, free medical care, free this and that, and no doubt, free trips to Epstein’s new vacation island complete with free sex for a week, along with a copy of his new book.

So, I’ve come up with a sort of theory. SOME Christians, (NOT ALL) will give…to make themselves feel good. Feel superior. Feel worthy to God. It’s not exactly YOU they care about, but just how much they like to make themselves feel good in the eyes of what they think their image of themselves should be.

I think many liberals have the same image of themselves. Why, we should give free everything to the world because hey! It makes THEM feel better! What wonderful people they are…don’t you see it?

Let’s put Meathead at the top of that list.

Actually, it’s a very selfish act. They don’t care how much money you and I have to fork out to pay the bills of millions of people on welfare. They don’t care how much the education of our children are put aside for the education of the poor masses from South America. They don’t care because it’s not THEIR money, and it’s not coming out of THEIR pockets. It just makes them look like such wonderful people in the eyes of the world. They don’t have to do a thing but say “We should help them all!”

There are people, like my husband and I, who will go out of their way to help out when asked. And we certainly don’t expect anything in return. We do it because, yes, it makes us feel good, but not because we want to score brownie points with Jesus, but because sometimes, empathy makes you know that sometimes people just need a helping hand. We are also animal lovers.

We purposely stay away from kennels because we’d want to save every poor animal in them.

True giving comes from the heart. That’s why, I suppose, I’m so weary of many Christians. So many of them swear that if you don’t go to their church, or ‘give’ to the homeless, or ‘give’ yourself over to Jesus, then you are damned for all eternity and not allowed to be in their superior club.

I hate to say this, but that’s not far an attitude from the Muslims who think that if you do not accept Allah as your God, you are an infidel.

Muslims just think it’s okay to cut your throat.

Christians leave the punishing to Jesus.

Don’t get me wrong. I am a GREAT supporter of Christainaity. I’ve read the Bible three times. Western Civilization came out of Christianity. We need more churches not less.

I just don’t think Jesus would come to my door and berate me for crying because I happened to be having a really bad day.

But my dear angel friend is not Jesus. So, because I was raised a Christian, I can forgive her.

And when she is in need, I will do the right thing: I will NOT make her suffer my cooking.

I’ll take her a teddy bear instead, and give her a great big hug.

It’s the least I can do.

There are two kinds of giving. One is just to make yourself feel better.

The other…well, it’s in the Bible.

All you have to do is look for it.

August 14, 2019 Posted by | Religion | , | Leave a comment

Nobody Flashes Gloria And Other Happy News

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This is the song that the blues took to the Stanley Cup.

Somewhere in my basement, I have a video of me singing this song in a nightclub, back when VHS was all the rage.

And I was going to post THAT, but to have it transferred to a format where I could get it on computer would take a month.

Anyway, someday, I just might post that.

In the mean time, St. Louis tomorrow will have a great time, singing this song and celebrating GOOD news for a change.

And since Sunday is Father’s Day, I just couldn’t help NOT posting this adorable conversation between a dad and his son.  Dad and his son completely understand each other.

Proving you do not need to know how to talk to get your point across.

 

June 14, 2019 Posted by | music, Uncategorized | , | Leave a comment

Oh…In the Evening…

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

I love my old hot tub.

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

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

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

You know, the usual worries.

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

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

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

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

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

I felt, very rich.

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

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

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

They’re beautiful.

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

These words, tonight, are just perfect.

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

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

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

Always.

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

(Okay, stop while I’m ahead.)

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

The Connection is There….

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

Enjoy….

God One

God Two

God Three..
The Trump Orion

God Four

God five; The pillow bed nebula

God Six: Grandma’s Yarn

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

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

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

Nobody Remembers a Loving Father in Paskistan

Nobody Remembers

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

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

“So, do you have any kids?”

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

It was so endearing.

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

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

THAT was my first lesson with the power of gravity.

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

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

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

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

“That’s a wonderful story.” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I really don’t care.

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

Good Karma.

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

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

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

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

My Most Wonderful Christmas Treat

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Okay. I know this first sentence, according to all the “How to write.” courses given in every classroom in the world is supposed to set up the subject that you will read ahead, but guess what?

Tough!

I’m not in the mood to be boring. I don’t even want to work that hard today. I drive myself crazy enough.  Okay? Okay.

Instead, I want to randomly tell you about most favorite Christmas present this year. One that I have already gotten.

Remember I told you that my beloved dog Koko died not long ago? Well….

First: I have to explain what Koko did to set this up:

Before we got Zippy, that’s our other dog, Koko’s first companion was a shih tzu named Nikki. Koko, being the pup at the time, would forever pick on poor Nikki. Every time we’d see Koko pick on poor Nikki we’d say to her:

“Someday, Karma is going to get you back Koko. Just you wait!” Basically, she bullied the sweet-natured Nikki every chanced she got.

After Nikki passed away, the biggest surprise (next to the continuous election of Nancy Pelosi), came upon us. Koko went into a deep depression.

How could this be?

There wasn’t a day that went by where Koko didn’t pick on Nikki. We thought she HATED her, like real siblings. Like I’ve hated my older brother when we were kids— every time he jumped on top of me, sat on me, pinned my arms down helplessly and lightly slapped my face all the time laughing…..

You know that sort of bullying. The harm done is mostly…annoying.

After three weeks, I couldn’t take it any longer.

“We’ve got to get another dog for her.” I told my husband.

So, out we went out one day, Koko in tow, to different animal shelters. We would pick a dog, walk them both around the outside of the kennels, to see if Koko got along with any of them. But it didn’t matter. Nope. She could have cared less.

We came home, still worried about her. She was STILL sad. Clearly, this wasn’t going to work.

“I know!” I said in one of my rare eureka moments…” We’ll get a puppy and tell her she’s the mama!”

Humans can be so stupid. Like the inventor of the “unisex bathrooms” I thought I was onto something.

Here’s where GOD, or synchronicity takes over. My husband has always wanted an American Eskimo. Don’t ask me why. It came to him while we were driving around looking for a pet store to buy Koko a puppy.

“I’ve always wanted an American Eskimo.” he said…making a right turn onto one of the many thousands of glutton streets of fast food lanes in the nation.

“Really? You’ve never told me that.” I said. A conversation that never came up in any moment of sex.

Who knew?

And guess what? The very FIRST pet store we went to in a mall, there were TWO small American Eskimo puppies. Brother and sister.

“Okay, but we are NOT spending more than $300.” I told my husband. I’m the keeper of the financial gate, and I was adamantly FIRM about this. “Okay. That’s the boundary. No more than $300.”

The two puppies were brought out, and there I was, watching my husband lie on the floor with these two adorable little white fluffs, and ONE of them wanted to play, with him. The ‘sister.” And then, she would turn around and pick on her smaller brother.

I should have seen the future in that moment. But no, all I could see was the happiness on my husband’s’ face.

You know where this is going. I stood at the register, and not only paid $500 for the pup, but food, a collar, shots, and probably a year’s subscription to puppy training at the puppy gym on Rodeo drive, and a trip to Paris for fashion puppy pictures.

The proud papa walked out of the mall, a star. Everyone wanted to pet the adorable puppy.

When we got home, I started in on KOKO.

“KOKO! You’re a mama! Oh…look how cute your baby is!” I said.

Koko had never seen a ‘puppy’ before. (That’s what I told myself) but clearly, she remembered HER mama, because she really did start acting like a mama. She would use her nose to make a wonderful bed for her ‘pup’. She would constantly bark at that little pup. And play with her, and then…she did the one thing that most mammas will do: She started hiding away her food.

At first, I thought it was to be able to be a good mama. You know, starve herself so that she made sure she had forever a stack of food for her child.

But, Zippy never lacked for food. In fact, she would eat EVERYTHING in sight. Put it in front of her, and she ate it up like a small vacuum with feet. 

Once we left her at a kennel while we went on a trip to Vegas and when we got back, they said she ate all the other’s dog’s food too, and wanted more money for their loss.

Another thing: The reason I thought this was why KoKo was hoarding food like a squirrel was because I remembered my mother, when we were young, would cook a chicken and eat the gizzards.

“Mom! There’s no chicken left for you!” I would say when I was a kid.

“I LIKE the gizzards” she would say.

Yes—mom sacrificed for us. She made sure her family ate first. Dad, and my brother and I ate the chicken dinner, my mother ate the gizzards. It’s a wonder she didn’t die of gizzard cancer.

No, she didn’t ‘hide’ the chicken, but just the same. She was being a good mother. Was Koko storing food for her and her baby’s future?I’ve often thought about this when I see the STARVING babies in Africa and the mothers look plump, but that’s another blog.

When Zippy came into our lives, that’s when Koko started stashing food. I’d give Zippy a dog treat, and she’d devour it, right then and there. Koko, would gently take it in her mouth, and off she would trot.

Looking for a place to hide it. It was as if she was on the most important mission in the world. A mission…to find the most hidden hiding place she could.

And boy did she hide food. Under the couch, IN the couch, in back of lamps, in corners, under rugs…

For the rest of her life, Koko did this. I never saw her eat a treat, only food from the table. I would be cleaning the house and I would find, sometimes over 50 treats all gathered behind some lamp. If Koko was a human stashing money, she’s have been as rich as Bill Gates.

Most of the time, I would throw away half of those treats, so as not to attract bugs…but I could not find it in myself to deprive her of her bounty.

People would come over and I would have to say, “Just ignore that. That’s Koko’s stash.” We won’t go into sanitary conditions right now…I happened to love my dog. Enough.

Anyway, I never, ever, ever saw Zippy hide a treat. Ever. What we did see is that Instant Karma is real.

Zippy grew up and took over Koko. As Koko aged, I figured she now hid the food for herself, being as Zippy was, the ultimate diva.

Nevertheless, She was the Warren Buffet of food supply. If a disaster hit, and the house fell upon us all, we could reach out with our arms and find a milk bone, within arm’s reach, thanks to Koko.

Then Koko passed away. I started cleaning all the rooms, Finding the treats and putting them in the trash. I had them all cleaned up, …as far as I knew I had gotten every single treat ever hidden. We are talking hundreds.

Now, here’s where it gets interesting:

About a week after KoKo passed on, I bought some brand new tennis shoes. They were lying right near the place where I get dressed every morning, and low an behold, one morning, right in plain sight, placed inside in one of the shoes…
Was one of Koko’s dog treats.

I KNOW Zippy didn’t put it there. I also know I didn’t put it there.

I thought…” Is this a present from my darling Koko?

Come, on….She’s dead. How COULD she do this, I said to myself. 

I forgot about it, tossed out the treat and went on my way.

Then two days later, my husband, who keeps HIS tennis shoes downstairs in the basement, came upstairs and said—

“Guess what? The strangest thing…I found one of Koko’s dog treats in my shoe this morning.”

I had NOT told him about what I had found a week earlier. So, he didn’t know.

One treat, you could say maybe Zippy did it. But Zippy never hid a treat in her ten-year-old life.

And Koko, NEVER put a treat in any of our shoes before.

You tell me.

Was that a present from my sweet departed Koko? Telling us how much she loved us? That she was still around.

Call me a fool, but THIS is the way God shows his face.

There are forces out there, that make us think that souls, even dog souls, maybe do exist pass the body, and I’m here to tell you that for whatever reason, I believe that was my Koko’s way of telling us she loved us.

KoKo was the best mama Zippy could have ever had, and most precious companion to me.

She helped me through many a night while I was caring for my bed ridden mother.

She was one of a kind, and I never saw another dog even look like her.

Yes, Koko left us both a love treat.
A treat forever etched in my heart.

I’m going to start hiding my chocolate…no wait. Just kidding.

What I really want to say is: Only a dog or a pet can stay with you for years, and be the one in your life that will teach you how to love…endlessly.

I’ve never trusted anyone who doesn’t like dogs. They are simply God’s gift to man. (And women, and kids, and let’s even put transsexuals in this too.)

There is no ending to this. Only….this Christmas I’m putting back some of her treats in her favorite hiding places.

I want HER to know, we too, are still here…to love. And we will miss her until we die.

And Koko, if you are reading this….Zippy misses you too. Trust me. The food bowl is just not the same.

 

 

December 22, 2018 Posted by | love, Uncategorized | | 1 Comment

Nobody Wishes Everyone: Happy Thanksgiving!

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Everybody! Have a great day of joy and peace! Eat, Drink, and Drive carefully!

Joyanna

November 21, 2018 Posted by | Just life | | Leave a comment

The Sweetest Sounds

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And guess who did?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I think I got the better deal.

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

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

Damn the fields of Windmills.

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

Please.

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

Koko.

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She was 18.

She was my tear kisser.

She was my best friend, for all those years.

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

She died on National Dog Day. Fittingly I thought.

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

But not today.

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

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

 

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

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