I took the day off and went to see one of the best botanical gardens in the world…right here in St. Louis. As you can see…I was in heaven. I took WAY too many pictures.
That’s my friend Pattie, standing in the middle of the “Mediterranean plaza” and smiling a great big smile for the picture EVEN though, her feet were killing her.
So, here’s the thing:
You cannot go through all this beauty and not help but think, “God invented evolution so as to give us all this wonderful beauty and variety.” I really don’t see how evolutionists can say God could not have thought up “evolution.” and therefore does not exist.
Jeez. And they give those people degrees!
I’ll be back tomorrow to complain about every little thing political, but for tonight…I’m enjoying the memories.
–just how long Maria Shriver and Arnold Schwarzenegger have been thinking about divorce, but if you look at this video, I think they stayed together MUCH too long. Probably for the children’s sake, but really…look at her. She is asking people, or sort of TELLING people, that there is no way she is supposed to know what she is going to do after the divorce. The fact that she can’t part her hair in any kind of simple straight line tells you, she is still in the shock stage.
Frankly, I’d say this is pretty refreshing.
I am so tired of watching divorces of famous people in the media who act like they are just perfectly okay after a marriage goes sour…Sandra Bullock and Sarah Jessica Parker are two that come to mind. I”d much rather see someone saying, “Well, how the hell do I know what to do, or even how to feel, moron!” than the usual ‘I have a career my dear, I don’t need him.’ type.
Maria, pretty much gave up her career to be Arnold’s wife, and no doubt she used her family’s considerable connections to help get him elected as California’s governor. I still remember the famous interview on Oprah that launched his way into politics. Oprah was Maria’s friend, not Arnold’s.
And then, the great Austrian Hope turned out not to be a conservative, but one of the biggest flaming liberals around.
I don’t know as much, but I bet the fact that he finally realized that he could not go on to become President, due to the Kennedy’s loss of power, Obama’s birth certificate issues, and the economic collapse of the country, is eating him silly.
Whatever…you can’t help but think, right about now, Maria is thinking…”Derminate him. I don’t vant him coming bac!” She just can’t say it, because she actually speaks better English. Once she gets her hair together again, she will be doing fine. I think she should take over Larry King’s old job…and Arnold can get a job playing old Norse Gods on the Sci-Fi channel.
Nobody Cares that there are things on my bucket list that, unless by some great fortune of luck, I win the Mega millions on some stormy future night…there are two things that I will never do:
1. Be able to tell you what abalone taste like.
2. Be able to buy my best friend a dog just like this one. She took one look, and it was love. And she has expensive taste because he is the most expensive dog in the world at $1.6 million dollars. (Her taste in shoes is much more reasonable.)
And let’s just say, that winning the lottery would not be enough. Even if I COULD afford a mutt this adorable, you would have to become a billionaire just to feed him, because he eats…abalone, which is $70 a pound. Big Splash here weighs 180 pounds…over a lifetime, he could eat his cost in abalone easily. And let’s not forget the security system on your house, and the body guard you would need to walk him…it could add up.
These dogs like to watch TV..so you would have to get big screens, probably their own room…okay…you get the picture.
My friend Pattie is the one who got me into this mess. You see, I found out what a good cook she was, and so I started looking up things she had never cooked before, and came across Abalone in a book. I was trying to impress her…”So, I bet you’ve never cooked Abalone!”
“NO..what’s that?”
So, we went searching for it, and when we couldn’t find it at the local stores, we said, “Well, we’ll go to where the RICH people shop!” And they didn’t even know what it was. Let’s just say, abalone is not something you will find in the middle of the United States, without knowing someone who knows Donald Trump.
But, somewhere in China, Big Splash, the most famous dog in world, is dining on abalone tonight. I’m going to have to say…I bet it takes just like dog food.
There— now I feel better. There are some things in life that really don’t need to be experienced, like taking heroin, climbing Mt. Everest, insulting Stephen King when one of your favorite authors is his good buddy Dave Barry, or getting arrested in China for stealing the most expensive dog in the world…even if it is for your best friend.
As all mothers who are REAL mothers, always say: “It the thought that counts.”
I’m thinking about cha’ Pattie. How about a Big Splash calendar?
Nobody’s Opinion: Last week, I saw this baby and her parents on our local news program. A nicer couple you could not even imagine, and so it’s no wonder that baby is so full of laughter.
What was more important than the baby is…the father couldn’t find a job. He was a professor of American History, and that paper that the baby is tearing up in this video, is the father’s rejection letters. It a sad comment on the way America is being forced to change, and how our universities are dominated by the liberal plans to globalize the world, and downsize America, and American History is being dumped for international studies.
I don’t know about you, but I’m not doing well with these changes. Tonight for instance, the family had planned to meet at Red Lobster for the Lobster Fest. I had been staring at the commercial all week. Okay, I had been walking around saying, “I can’t WAIT…lobster!” I was dreaming of melted butter, and how I was envisioning myself savoring the butter for at least a minute…in culinary heaven. Michael Moore could not have beaten me to the plate, thats how excited I was. The reason I get so giddy is because, like many Americans, if I get Lobster once year, I feel lucky.
So, we pull up to the biggest Red Lobster around, and it’s Sunday, and it’s closed. Out of business. You’ve got to be kidding.
What? Did BP not come through with the check? Picture it: it’s the side of a major highway, fifteen other restaurants are around it, and..it’s closed.
On a Sunday.
Like all good sensible and hungry Americans, we went next door to a Pasta House…where they were ….out of all steaks, and a lot of other stuff. Out of steak. A restaurant, in a high-earning area, off a major highway..on a Sunday…out of meat. That was a first for me.
We all got pasta, what else?
The conversation was of course, Charlie Sheen. Everyone was laughing at “Adonis” and “Winner” and how bad you must be when even your porn star leaves you..and then my brother said something I could not believe. “Face it, Americans are all too spoiled.”
Excuse me? I maybe get lobster once a year…and I’m spoiled? Maybe I took it wrong, but he said it like we need to downsize. Hey, you don’t start family arguments in a restaurants with a brother who you only see once in a blue moon.
The subject went back to Charlie Sheen, which is my point. The changes coming to America, have been slow…and easy to ignore. I was concerned when the major malls fell into the weeds. But to have the local restaurants running out of food…?
And that’s why I’m posting this lovable babies laugh. We still have our families. Right?
I know in my heart that this man is going to find a job. God gave him the most lovable baby, who because a star on YOUTUBE, and therefore, in a roundabout way…this man will get his gift. It’s corney but true. When times are bad, family is your shelter. And I plan to spoil myself with them as long as possible.
What do you do when some comedian comes out and tells the world that you, the greatest marketing mogul in the world, is convinced that the world is going to end in 2012?
Well, if your George Lucas, you do NOT have to put up a famous finger and say “No, I did NOT have sex with that nuclear scientist!”… no…you get your PR department to release a denial that is so great it should be put up on e-bay and sold to the Obama team of propagandists for the democratic playbook of “How to deny anything and get away with it.”
George Lucas is Nobody’s Fool. “He was not serious when he talked about the end of the world in 2012 but he is an adamant believer that the world is flat, that Stonehenge was built by aliens, and that the sun revolves around the Earth,” Hale said. “These are among the many subjects he commonly discusses at length with Elvis, who he’s going to digitally insert into Indy 5 along with a roster of famous dead actors.”
A fine answer if ever there was one.
But…according to Seth Rogen, a comedian who listened to over a half hour of dire Lucas warning about the upcoming destruction of the earth..by tectonic plates moving around,..I am really wondering…does he really believe it? And more importantly, what does he know that we do not?
Mmmmm….
He might have something here. As you can see from this picture of the disintegrating Islands of the World in Dubai…plates ARE shifting…along with an awful lot of sand.
Nobody Notes that anyone who ever heard the tale of the three little pigs can tell you that building multimillion dollar islands made up of foreign and very poor construction workers on man-made islands IN the middle of the Ocean…might not work too well.
Most of us nobodies in the world thought, “Oh, that’ll work.”
But, let’s just say…it wasn’t those poor underpaid slaves of globalization’s fault. Let’s say, the plates are shifting, and he’s right.
In that case, I have one question to ask Mr. Lucas.
Nobody: Gee Mr. Lucas, if you are correct that means that we have less than a year to live, and SINCE you are NOT going to need all that money…and SINCE redistribution is the new popular fashion, then perhaps you could find it in your heart to buy me this Super yacht.
It’s for SALE! For only $75 million!
After all, somebody is going to have to stay here on earth while you and Spielberg fly away on your spaceships.
Al Gore says Greenland will be destroyed…but SOMEBODY has to save that poor Shtick of Dubai (see picture) who has the only house left standing in the Island of Greenland, in the World of his sinking Dubai. I’m sure the ruler of Dubai will be glad to see my yacht pulling in to save his sorry …(put in your favorite body part here) and I will be sure and tell him, next time he wants to go building islands in the sand, he should contact YOU first, and finance the next George Lucas :”It’s the end of the universe but Yoda will be there to guide us.”…movie.
2012 needs a sequel..don’t you think? Mars tectonic plates are moving as we speak.
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.
Nobody Cares 
Nobody’s Fool:
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)
Joyanna Adams 