Missouri Cops: Don’t Mess With Them.
Nobody Get Email
Here in Missouri, the cops like to get their man–especially if he is lying paralysed flat on his face, down next to the highway, and can’t move.
They HAD to keep this young boy from–I guess, rolling onto the highway, (Yes, that’s what they said. Most people would have called an ambulance) or maybe getting their doughnuts out of their hands…so they did what any cop would do…they tasered him 19 times!
It seems, six or seven was not enough.
While Nobody is quite sure how a young boy of sixteen, ended up ‘falling’ from a concrete overpass…while stone sober, but needless to say: IF you are going to commit suicide in Missouri, be sure you do it somewhere where the local cops can’t come and taser you, because you’re still alive. This kid is not talking, and I don’t blame him. I’d take the secret to my grave.
Really. I’m not leaving my house.
This must be the new Obama plan for keeping our cops safe, from dangerous paralyzed comatose citizens.
Taser till you see the whites of their eyes.
(Thanks to amfortas who gets an Nobody’s Award for Keeping me informed about stuff happening in my own state.)
Nobody Reports 3-D Unborn
Nobody Reports:
From Luxerylaunches:
For $1200 you can step into the Parkside Hiroo Ladies Clinic (In Japan)for your routine MRI and step out with a 90x60x40mm dimension model of your unborn child – a prenatal memorabilia or what?
Most people remember how awesome it was to see a photo of their unborn child. Now, they can do even better.
That is… IF you have the money and want to fly to Japan just for the picture!
Nobody Profiles a T-REX
Nobody Flashes
As a rule, one is not supposed to post pictures of oneself on the internet which might not be exactly…flattering.
Nobody doesn’t care. This picture was taken after a five-hour drive, and two other museums. By the time I reached “Susie” the T-REX, in the Field Museum of Chicago, NOT having my picture taken next to this wonderful set of teeth was unthinkable. And brushing my hair was the last thing on my mind.
I do see…a resemblance. In fact, I think it would make a good logo for my obvious proclivity and nasty habit of devouring lying politicians. Picture Obama’s face right in front of us..
Yes, my “vacation” in Chicago taught me, that ALL the museums are teaching our young minds, with great gusto that global warming is destroying the planet, submarines look a LOT bigger out of water, dead snakes are about as interesting as live snakes, dolphins love to play with humans, fish are remarkable show-offs, and nobody watches gaggles of running, screaming school kids…ever.
The Chicago mob makes their money off the parking lots, women still suffer tremendously when they walk long distances on dates in high hells, you can stuff an awful lot of money-making stuff on a pier…and rush hour traffic is the same everywhere.
The best looking people I have ever seen..were jogging..right along the rush hour traffic on Lake Shore Drive, no doubt, thinking that someone rich would discover them and put them in their next movie. AND..the most important reason to subscribe to Sirius Radio is that it WILL keep you awake for 24 hours. As long as you can still push the buttons..you can drive…forever. AC/DC is almost as good as a double-latte when it comes to keeping you awake.
And I had a WONDERFUL conversation…with a puffer fish. I think…he will miss me. I’m sure of it.
Thanks Chicago! TRY …to stay classy.
Nobody Updates
Update:
Sorry about the change here…my other template would not let me “review” what I was posting, and so, I had to do something…I’m not sure if changing templates is going to solve the problem but we will see!
If you like the change…say so..if it’s too hard to read because it’s so dark…make a comment and I’ll find another one. WordPress had many to choose from!
Anyway, since it’s getting near my FAVORITE holiday…bear with me…while I try to figure this stuff out.
(Oh, I do need a new picture that’s for sure. )
Musings of A Privileged White Nobody
Nobody Wins
The University of Minnesota has come out with a commercial to bash the white man and woman: White people are privileged, this commercial shouts out. They get all the jobs, all the money, all the cool cars, etc..
Funny…where have I heard this before? 
Yesterday I got into a conversation with an 83- year- old woman named Ruth, who told me that she was in Germany when she was 16, when Berlin was being bombed. She told me of the near misses, how the building where she lived was destroyed just minutes after her family had been running out of their apartment. She told me how the Americans made the German people (including her) go along the road and pick up and bury the Jews who had died on their walks out of the concentration camps. She remembered most of all the numbers on their arms. She remembered the way the Russians raped the girls–two men would hold the girls standing up..one on each arm, while the third one raped them. She didn’t say she was raped, but she didn’t have to.
I asked her if any Americans did that, and she shook her head…yes.
“War is war.” she said.
She walked to Yugoslavia and it was there that she was imprisoned in a Russian prison camp which she escaped by digging her way out.
Later, she meet an American GI, got married and moved to Kentucky, where she made fun of her sister in-law who had an outhouse. And while her story was almost surreal to someone like me, when we talked about the Jews, she said very coldly—-
“Well, the Jews had all the money, just like they do now.” 
You could tell, that she still thought it unfair that one set of people had more than others. The old anger was still there. She had been raised when Hitler was in power. No doubt the old school lessons were still ingrained.
When I mentioned that God must have been looking over her shoulders when her family escaped the bombs, she didn’t buy it. No god would let all those people die she said.
Ruth had been through more in her lifetime than any black on any corner on any street in America. As bad as the blacks complain–the ones living now in America, never suffered as their ancestors did. Even the poorest blacks here have big screens TVs, cell phones, and food stamps. And the only history they are taught to care about is their own. 
Now we have a President, who uses the anger of one set of people to get jealous of another set of people who have been more successful. He tells them they are rich. He doesn’t have to mention that they are white does he?
As you can see from this video…many of the white people are getting tired of being ‘hated’ for just being white. White is…the new Jew in Obama’s world, a world where the white people are cowards, bullies, racists, and so unworthy of his attention that he isn’t even going after their vote.
Here in North County St. Louis, for the first time in history, the army is doing tank training on the streets. Why? Because they are expecting the blacks to riot if Obama loses the elections. Obama will have to cause chaos to stay in power.
What else is a privileged white person suppose to think?
Obama could have been like Martin Luther King: a black man who united people…instead he choose Hitler as his model. Marx as his idol. Wright as his mentor.
No wonder Oprah moved to California. And as a white American, I can tell you one thing…being white is not a privilege…being an American IS. And the sooner more blacks figure that out, the better off we will all be. 
Nobody Flashes:Rich Cars Vs Poor Cars
Nobody Flashes
No matter what you hear about money…there are more people in the world who have an awful lot of it! And what do they do with their millions? Why buy expensive cars, of course!
Nobody compares what Ferrari is going to do to get into the Guinness Book of Records: They plan to gather the most Ferrari’s in one place, in the UK on September 15th. Their goal is to get 1,000, and so far they have 600 lined up. What does the common man do to get into Guinness? He makes his couch into a go-cart!
And if you think that the rich can’t think of anything to spend their money on…THINK AGAIN! There is the gold wrapped Mercedes-Benz in Dubai, and the gold wrapped Lamborghini Aventador LP700 in Miami! And yes, that’s REAL gold….you know, the gazillion dollars an ounce kind…but…if you don’t have the money for these beauties, remember, there’s always your own ingenuity.
Amygdala’s and Mango
Nobody Knows—
What is it about birds and why do I love them so much? They eat, they fly around, they chatter, they sing….they sleep. They stretch their wings when you go over to their cage to say hello to you. I don’t know how many times I have reported on this blog about one of my parakeets dying…I told my self I was NOT going to do it again. But, something inside on me wants to report to the rest of the world, that on this vast earth, with millions of people dying…soldiers, parents, children, lovers that– yes, even a somewhat insignificant tiny little bird can bring immense joy to your life, and emptiness when they leave it.
You have no idea.
I’ve had parakeets since I was about nine. I have three now, and I keep my parakeets in my little kitchen. They are the first things I greet in the morning, and when I take off their cover, they sing me hello, and they sing hello to the sunshine that flows from the window right next to the cage. It’s as it to tell me..”Life is good! Life is good! Wake up! You are alive! We are alive!” At least that’s how I interpret it.
A bird sings because it must. I write about it because I must. What are you going to do?
What kind of woman does that make me? I’m not running around with a briefcase off to some lawyer’s meetings. I’m not a doctor who begins each day typing in some computer. No, I start my day with taking care of my ‘buddies” as if they are just as important as an upcoming thesis on nano-technology.
And Mango died tonight.
Mango was an off green yellow, and the bully of the cage. He was the top banana. I was forever going over to the cage when he was chasing some of the other birds around and saying, “Stop that Mango!” But when I caught pneumonia this spring, he seemed to catch it too. Then one day, he woke up lame in one foot. The vet said…Oh don’t worry about it, he’ll get that foot back. But, the foot went dead…and it was amazing to see how this one little guy kept up his daily routing of preening his feathers. He could barely hold onto the stem, he kept losing balance, and falling down, and it was hell for him to climb back up into his perch with only one working foot, but he managed it, for a whole month. To see the courage and determination of such a small task was just as inspiring as seeing a cancer patient going through chemotherapy.
I know, you think there’s no comparison. But you have to look at it from the “bird’s” point of view.
When Mango couldn’t do it any longer. Mango went to the floor. And when the bird goes to the floor, he goes to die.
But he didn’t die. He held on for weeks…until tonight.
Have you ever watched a bird die in your hands? I took Mango outside and showed him the sky, the trees, what he has been missing. Maybe it’s cruel, but really..birds are not meant to be pets to humans now are they? His little eyes got so big…at the sight of a leaf.
I know, you think, come on Joyanna, you’re putting thoughts into that bird’s head that aren’t there. Am I? Does a bird recognize a leaf from just the millions of years of evolution, even if they have never seen one? Was he thinking, “OMG! What have I been missing!” Or…”Is this heaven?” Okay, now I really am putting words in a bird’s mouth, but hey…
Just seconds before he passed, his heart was beating so loud in my palm it was as if both our heartbeats become one–and I tried really hard with this bird to say I was NOT going to cry. But by the last heartbeat, and the shiver of the tiny body, and the flicker of a silver wing, and the closing of his eyes. …I was crying.
In reality, I was maybe scaring him to death.(LOL)
You know, I have been called “too sensitive” all my life. I’m too sensitive to the heartbeat of a bird. I’m too sensitive to the expression in a man’s eyes. I’m too sensitive for whatever. A man finds my ridiculous tears over a silly bird absurd…and the quintessence of…estrogen. And he would be …right. But, that doesn’t mean I’m incapable of rational thought. There IS reason in my madness.
The reason I cling to my animals are because they never disappoint me. They show me daily, and with the poignant innocence that we have all lost, God’s beauty in the face of a crazy political world of insanity. They are the oasis in the storm. Sometimes they are the only sanity one can find. To me, my birds are tiny angels…here to bring me light in darkness. To sing life. To make me SEE life..beyond the toaster, the computer, the car, the concrete.
I once read an article in Psychology Today that said that some people really ARE to sensitive. Their amygdalas were bigger than other people. Like a physical handicap.
And so my amygdala is making me celebrate the life of a bird. The life of a tree. The life of a soldier, the life of a lover, a friend.
To me, each one is equally precious in God’s eyes and the broken wing of my amygdala.
Mango—-We were only waiting for this moment to arrive–fly….
Hubbling the Ultra Deep Neurosis
Nobody Remembers–
The very first “fright” of my life. I was three, and looking up at the stars from the back of my dad’s old Ford. It was not only scary, but it was the start of my true neurotic understanding that I could NEVER be anything in life because I was just a tiny bit of speck of nothing in sight of that massive universe. The vastness of the universe crushed me that night.
I never really got over it. I mean come on…I’m still the NOBODY! Even if Nobody Cares that Nobody Remembers!
BUT…it deosn’t mean that I can’t enjoy sharing this with everyone. If you wondered how we got those cool deep space pictures, this explains it.
Enjoy! Excuse me while I go outside and look up.
No Wind, Nor Rain, Nor Freaking Tornado…
Nobody’s Fool
Mr. and Mrs. Penee:
Now, here’s the American spirit still alive and well in Oklahoma! Even though there were tornadoes seen off in the distance, Caleb Penee and his bride Candra did NOT let their moment be spoiled, by some little old tornado. After all, they were far enough away and heading in the other direction, and damn it all…why bother spoiling their wedding?
It’s good to see the old pioneer spirit of our forefathers still alive and well in the heartland.
And you can be sure, that’s a marriage that will stand the test of time, babies, crappy in-laws, and global warming alarmists.
It warms my Nobody heart. Pretty cool.
Happy Mother’s Day
This song is the perfect Mother’s Day song. It’s has the same lessons that my mother passed onto me, and the lessons I passed on to my son, and just about what every mother wants to tell her children.
Pamper your mothers today. Tell them how much they mean to you.
I’ll be taken a few days off….vacation time! But, I won’t be gone long!
So Enjoy the Day, and all God’s blessings.
I hope everyone’s dance…is a good one!
Nobody Has a New Buddy!
Nobody Has A Late Night Flash!
Sometimes God puts a creature on the earth that just defies all records: That’s my new buddy Gabriel. He was found wandering in the streets…and taken in by the humane society, where a good guy named PAT decided to grab him and bring him home to his neighbor Pattie, (my best friend Pattie) Now, Pattie, weighs less than Gabriel, and so, Gabriel has been a handful. He has eaten her curtains, the wood off her door, and thought that last full moon was so wonderful, he howled at it all night. (And barked.)
In other words, he is himself in all his God-given glory, a wonderful dog. But…there is something just so wonderful about Gabriel that I can’t explain…he’s so sweet. Those big brown eyes look in your face and just talk.
I believe God sends us challenges in our life. We might not know at the time why God sends us the problems in life, but later on, when we look back, problems shape our souls. I don’t know how Gabriel came to happen upon Pattie’s door, but there he was. Big and lovable, and a handful.
I’m hoping my friend Pattie keeps Gabriel…because he just wants what we all want in the end: To be loved for ourselves…faults and all. All new relationships take time. And I can’t imagine anyone abandoning such a dog, unless they just couldn’t afford to feed him.
Having said that…I have never met a more loving and cuddly dog..next to my own two mutts of course!
Here’s some pictures of my first meeting of Gabriel….and that’s Pat…the man who found Gabriel (in the red hat) and his wife Charlene. (Can you tell by looking at that picture that Charlene has a wonderful laugh? )
They make, of all things SALSA FOR DOGS! Really. How cool is that?
Pattie took the pictures, and it was Kentucky Derby Day at Pattie’s house…dogs and all. My horse came in second…I bet the Pyramids of Egypt and lost. So I guess the Pyramids get to stay in Egypt.
Pattie… just like last year, picked the winner. And she has a winner in Gabriel. All she needs now is a moving van.
(Thanks to Pattie for the pictures!) 
Nobody Remembers: Bruce Lee
Nobody Remembers
“Knowing is not enough. Willing is not enough: we must do. —Bruce Lee
Like many young girls growing up all over the world, I usually had a crush on some famous guy when there wasn’t a man in my life. My first big one was Paul McCartney. I always baked a cake for him when it was his birthday, and since it was a day after mine, I got double-dipped in two big chocolate cakes!
Those were the good old days. Now I get ONE carrot cake cupcake, if I’m good. 
But, the smartest and longest crush I ever had was on Bruce Lee. At first, I was attracted to Bruce for his movies of course….but unlike the movies of today, when Bruce Lee beat up ten guys at once, you could believe that the man could actually do it. At the time, I saw every Bruce Lee movie, read
every book, and had the usual Bruce Lee posters on my wall. I wanted to be Bruce Lee, or at least get my life up to some kind of better standard.
Another reason I liked the guy was his grace. I had been a professional dancer at one time, I had just quit my job teaching at Arthur Murray’s (long story) when I noticed this man. How could anyone be so graceful when fighting? Watch any man doing Martial arts and they look clumsy. Crude. Not Bruce…Bruce ‘s body was as graceful as a gazelle in flight. I have yet to see any man look as good when they were fighting. (Being Cha-Cha Campion of Hong Kong might have helped.) 
Bruce not only danced in his body and moves, he danced in his mind. Like any true artist his creativity was endless. I won’t go into the many wonders of Bruce Lee here, but I will tell you, that years later, my grown-up son bought me a framed photograph of Bruce Lee to go in my Japanese decorated front dining room, years after I had forgotten all about the man.
Then I remembered: I used to make my son watch all the Bruce Lee movies with me when he was a kid, and I often wonder if it’s one of the reasons he became a personal trainer.
So, let’s remember Bruce Lee…here’s one of my favorite passages in his own words, and think while you’re reading this if the whole world couldn’t learn something more from Bruce Lee: It was an introduction he gave before he began to teach you his art.
“Make this article relate to yourself because, though it is on JKD, it is primarily concerned with the blossoming of a martial artist not a “Chinese” martial artist or a “Japanese” martial artist. A martial artist is a human being first. Just as nationalities have nothing to do with one’s humanity, so they have nothing to do with the martial arts. Leave your protective shell of isolation and relate directly to what is being said. Return to your senses by ceasing all the intervening intellectual mumbo jumbo. Remember that life is a constant process of relating. Remember too that I seek neither your approval nor to influence you toward my way of thinking. I will be more than satisfied if, as a result of this article, you begin to investigate everything for yourself and cease to uncritically accept prescribed formulas that dictate “this is this” and “that is that. “
Nobody Knows that “Nobody’s Perfect” :Dyslexia
Nobody Knows
Many of you may have noticed that a few posts ago, the headline said:
Nobody Reprots:
LOL! Okay, I really feel bad about this, but it’s time to fess up. I suffer from visual dyslexia, so I feel I owe my readers a…warning, one that I hope you’ll help me out with.
Most of the time spell check catches my mistakes, but, while I’m reading over what I’ve written, right after I’ve written it, if I come to a word that I’ve misspelled, my brain doesn’t catch it right away. That’s why when I looked at Reprots…it looked right to me. I KNOW how to spell it of course, but my “eyes” don’t—even when I look at it a second or third time. It’s hard for people to believe, (unless you have dyslexia too) that I don’t catch the mistake. My brain has actually already registered it as okay. 
So I told myself…good god woman, go look it up. So, I Googled it.
GOOD news: Lots of people suffered from dyslexia! Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, Michael Faradey, Alexander Graham Bell, Leonardo da Vinci, Ansel Adams, Tommy Hilfinger, Henry Ford, William Hewlett, Charles Schwab, Ted Turner, Frank W. Woolworth, Henry Winkler, Orlando Bloom, Tom Cruise, Whoopi Goldberg, Keanu Reeves, Auguste Rodin, Pablo Picasso, George Patton, Stonewall Jackson, Cher, and John Lennon. They all suffered from ti. 
(I purposely Left “ti” in — so that you can see how easy it is for me..ti..should be it. Sometimes I catch myself, sometimes I don’t.
Now…if you, my dear readers catch me misspelling words or spelling words backwards, feel free to point it out to me…I would be grateful and ever so thankful, because the more I become aware of it, hopefully the better I will be at ‘taming’ my brain into thinking that what it thinks it’s ‘seeing’ is not real.
Don’t worry about making me feel bad…you know…and I know.. that Nobody’s Perfect!
Right? Right. Besides, I can tell myself every time I screw up…that even Einstein couldn’t get all the words right. (not that he HAD to) And I also think that Picasso drew that picture of me at the top. That’s really me. That’s exactly the look on my face when I am trying to figure out if I misspelled the word:..eyb. (bye)
For more of the list of people who have dyslexia, go Here
Nobody Wants to Be a Blue Angel Pilot
Nobody Flashes
If I could reincarnate…I’d come back in my next life, as a Blue Angel Pilot with perfect vision, and as strong stomach.
ENJOY! You paid for it!
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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