Joyanna Adams

Nobody's Opinion

Nobody Reads

I’m reading a book called Mastery, by Robert Green. And In it, he says you have to find basically what you love to do, what your good at and go all out to do it. Many know in childhood.

When I was a child, I wanted to be a brain surgion or a doctor. I’d spend hours cutting up and making fake skeletons, disecting dead fish that washed up on shore..OR..a nun. I know. I was VERY religious at 5.

But my parents discouraged me. I was expected to grow up, get married and be quiet. My brother was the sole attention getter in the family. He was …a star. My dad gave him trumpet lessons at 6, and he grew up to be a fantastic entertainer…he played trumpet..in a popular band in Chicago….so I think that’s why at 19, since there was no money to go to college, I taught myself the drums, how to sing, and like my brother became an entertainer.

Well. I did go six months to college to…and wanted to major in Philosophy. I was a big reader…I read everything everyday that I could. But…I dropped out and became a musician, not as popular as my brother but I made a living at it for years.

When my parents both had strokes, I retired from music to take care of them. It’s then that I started writing…I wrote because I simply had to. My brain was full of the political nonsense and the daily corruption I saw all around it. It was then I realized that I HAD to write. I saw that my ancestors, the Adams wrote every single day too, and when I read their words…I was home. I saw the very same thoughts that I would have in my sorry ass brain, written down word for word in their dairies.

Anyway, what’s sad, is its too late for me to have a career in writing. FIRST I’d have to really study the subject, and find the time: Second…I have way too many book in my head: I’d have a series: Nobody’s Perfect: (wow that’s a book I could fill up) Nobody Knows (another filled with obscure facts) Nobody Cares (Funny book) Nobody Wonders (yeah, I wonder alot) Anyway a series of Nobody Books, sort of in the vien of Chicken Soup for the Soul...but…in this day and age of book stores disappearing, none of them would be published. Only the very famous write and make money: Bill O’Rielly, Glenn Beck, Mark Levin…well…they can promote their own books. And even then, try to find them in the local book stores…conservatives are not welcomed.

I have to laugh. (Not snap…) Uh… little to late there honey.

So Mr. Greene says you have to find your calling when you are young. I wrote this to advise parents to try to find the thing your kids really love, and encourage them to go for it.

And if one is quiet…talk to them. You might find out what they REALLY want to do.

I’m still reading. And I will probably when I find the time, write those books…if only to get it out of my head.

If any of my readers know what they wanted to do as kid, please comment. I’d love to hear it.

(thanks for reading.)

October 25, 2024 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | 2 Comments

Should Lovers Have “Their” song?

Nobody Knows

This was my mother and my father’s song. I think most married couples have a song that is played at their wedding that they dance to…one where the wordd mean a lot to them. My friend Rosa and her husband had theirs… an Ed Sheeran

I imagine this came out around the time they got back from the war. My day had been in the Pacific, and they met on a dance boat. They were great dancers, and my brother and I were raised in music. We both had carreers as musicians and while I retired some years ago, my brother has had his own D.J. business for almost two decades.

Anyway, to make this story short: Every single week, I’d go to the record store to find a copy of the lastest hits for the band to learn. And every time my mother would want me to find this song. For over 40 years, I did NOT find it. This actually drove me nuts. Still, after Elvis, the old songs were never played anymore.

After she died, I was in the kitchen, and her loss hit me hard. I fell on the floor sobbing, as if I didn’t think I could withstand the pain. And then, like a miracle…on the radio, came this song

“I’ll be Loving You Always.” Sung by some obscure singer, ON A ROCK STATION! HOW?

My mother’s favorite song. She must have cut into the studio while the D.J. was in the bathroom.

To me, it was sent by her to tell me “I’m here, and I’ll be loving you, always.”

I had NEVER, EVER, EVER, heard that song in the many years I was a working musician. And I had to learn thousands of songs. Thousands.

That was the first and last time I heard this song. Until now. Frank actaully does a decent job of it.

Thank you internet!

Tonight on X, there was a piece about is it possible for two hearts to be conected psychically? Even apart?

I believe it happens all the time.

Elon Musk has proven that the brain can control the internet with the mind.

So yes, it’s possible.

But is a psychic connection possible AFTER death? Does conscious energy continue after death? It’s one of the great mysteries.

But…what are the odds, that in my darkest hour, I hear that song?

A billion to one.

So, do any of you have a ‘song’ with your love one?

If not, I suggest you decide on one. I think a song YOUR specail song as a couple…is important.

Go ahead, I’d love to hear some comments on this.

Have YOU and you love one got a song?

And has anyone sent you a song over the radio?

Nobody Wonders

June 29, 2024 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

Do We SHOW Evil, or Hide It?

Nobody’s Opinion

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

Listen, isn’t this beautiful? Great movie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stroking the Sensitive Nature of …

Nobody Cares: Stroking the Sensitive Nature of “WHAT?”

I had a blog already in my mind today, and was very excited to write it, and then I called a friend about meeting for lunch. Stella is what you call the quintessence of an American woman. She’s 73, and still takes care of not only her own business, but manages her 360-acre farm, with about 40 cows, 15 chickens, a boatload of ducks, 8 horses and 6 cats. She runs her own truck business out of her house. She makes enough money to buy herself a brand-new Mercedes. (If you saw her red Corvette in an earlier post, you know she loves cars.) She rakes in hay every summer to feed the cows in the winter, she’s a one woman wonder. A rare woman indeed. She a good friend.

She plans to leave her farm to her daughter. Micky. I called today to make sure we would meet at 1, but her daughter answered the phone, and right away she started to talk to me.

“How do I convince mom to get a website for the business?” she asked me. Mom was outside. I told her I would try to talk some sense into her at lunch and then I said, “Just go ahead and build one yourself.” Because evidently, Stella was not exactly up for the idea. I gave her a few pointers, but she needs to find out herself.

She’ll do fine.

“If it draws business, your mom will just smile and say…Okay!” I told her.

It wasn’t too much longer after that, that Barb called.

“Hey, can we move the time closer to this morning?” she asked.

“Sure.” I mean, what the heck, I sometimes feel like a prisoner here at home, and I have always made my own time. My office can STAY a mess. I might grow some tomatoes.

Then she said, “Carla bumped her head in the chicken house and her speech is slurry and slow. I told her to drive herself to the hospital.”

“WHAT?” I was in shock. “You said she bumped her head and was slurring her words and YOU LET HER DRIVE?” Okay, I was a bit calmer, but I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.

“Yeah, well, at least she listened to me and took herself there.” Said mom. So proud of herself.

“Okay Stella…lunch is off. Get in your car, and hurry to that hospital. She could have had a stroke Stella, you don’t know, but you also don’t know what kind of care she will be getting. You need to be there to be in control of what’s happening.”

I was speaking from years of experience.

Stella wasn’t convinced…she thought it was just a bump on the head.

I knew that Stella had once been thrown from her horse, years ago, and was alone out in the field, and broke a lot of bones, and suffers still to this day with pain, but she refuses to let ANYBODY know it. She’s just so damn proud. Long story there, but it’s her nature. Don’t complain. Bear the pain. Be like a man. The farmers daughter grew up to make her dad proud.

I’ve had many discussions with her about how she believes she can do anything a man can do. I have to laugh, because she has a awful lot of MAN help around the farm.

So, I’m in a panic: 1st, because she LET Micky drive herself on winding country roads to the hospital, which was 20 minutes away, and 2nd, because she was still convinced, she could go about her day.

“Stella, let your phone business go for one day!” I spoke. I also know business is very slow right now. “She might have had a ministroke. My dad had many mini-strokes before his massive one. Once he fell on the golf course and they thought he was drunk. Then one day, I found him lying on the kitchen floor, and I said, “Dad, what are you doing lying there?”

“I was getting food for the dog.” He spoke. We took him to a local clinic who told us to take him to a hospital. We did. An emergency ward. He laid there from Friday night until Monday morning before he saw a doctor.

His brain had bled so severally, that they couldn’t see any brain for years.

So yeah, you have to watch them.

After I told her this, she said, “Okay, I’ll get to the hospital.”

Tonight, she just called, it’s about 8.30pm here, and told me that Micky had a stroke, her main artery in her neck was damaged, and they had her on blood thinners. And they told her she had Covid.

“For goodness’ sakes Stella, did they give her a vaccine? I talked to her on the phone and she didn’t sound sick at all. “Call her and tell her NOT to get the vaccine.”

“It will just make her sicker.” I warned.

“Okay, I’ll call her.” And then she once again, took credit for telling her to go to the hospital. Stella would NOT have gone to the hospital. In fact, she wanted to meet me for lunch. IN FACT, she then said, that they told Micky her artery would heal back…and she would just fine and “She’d better be because she has to work when I go to Africa.”

Now, here’s where ‘sensitive’ Joyanna comes in. Stella did not thank me for getting her to even GO to the hospital. I was a bit hurt by that. (that damn sensitivity)

But then I remembered that if your family has NO family history of strokes, you wouldn’t know the signs either.

My family has a history of strokes…and the history goes all the way back to JQA having a stroke on the House floor of Congress. Both my parents had hemorrhagic strokes and I took care of them at home for over 6 years. It’s the reason I quit the music business. They were both paralyzed. (Heavy smokers) Luckily, my husband had a job. We managed…but I had no sisters, or brothers to help, and they were both bedridden. My mother ended up on a stomach pump. Let’s just say it was stressful work. Dealing with all the hospital nurses, doctors, and home visits…I could write a book. A book that would rivil a Stephen King’s nightmare. (By the way, he’s become his own nightmare lately.)

 I was bound and determined not to put them in nursing homes, because they took care of me when I was little, and I figured it was my turn.

So yeah, I know a lot more about strokes, hospitals, the brain, than most people.

“I’m so sorry Stella, you must exhausted.”

But no, she sounded fine. “She’s coming home Friday and she’ll be just fine.” said Stella.

I wasn’t so sure…a rip in your neck artery? Uh…how long does that take to heal?

So, I think I’ll call Micky again on Friday, and say, “Get better, and spend some time on that laptop. It’s amazing what you might find. And try not to worry your mother. I think she’s still in shock.”

“And whatever you do, don’t let her drive the tractor.”

December 20, 2023 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | 2 Comments