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.)
Nobody’s Perfect: Biden and Kamala
Wow. We’ve all seen the horrible damage done by Hurricane Helene this past week…and it’s heartbreaking. The lives lost, the billions it will cost to repair. And who is coming to give help to rescue these poor people? No water. No food. Downed power lines…no cell phones. Horrible. President Biden was on the beach, but he gave a rousing lying speech. Kamala? She had a picture where she made everyone look like she was in D.C. talking to FEMA. The Biden administration is still giving money to Ukriane. And yet, turn the channel off the destruction caused by the hurricane and you see. “Kamala takes the lead!”
In the meantime, President Trump, risking again his own life, goes down to the area with money, food, water…gas…doing the job that the President should be doing. And Elon Musk is helping. He’s getting cell service set up with Starlink.
But Biden? Kamala? Well, Nobody’s Perfect. (Except our two heros)
FEMA? Not there. Red Cross? Not there. Uh…gee, why do these people even have a job?
Glenn Beck is sending helicopters in. And me? I keep thinking that these disasters started under Bill Clinton. Funny, I don’t remember the fires, the hurricanes, the tornadoes being this bad. But I DO remember
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
Nobody Wonders: What’s a Young Girl to Do?
Nobody’s Opinions
To my readers: I haven’t been following the news lately…but I thought I’d just give a few opinions about whatever…here it goes.
NOBODY’S OPINION: I never thought I’d get to this point, but I really don’t even want to turn on the news anymore. It’s never good. And it’s ALWAYS controlled. Not much truth anymore in anything.
For instance…today I was watching Glenn Beck Show. Now I like Glenn Beck. But he put up some video’s made by young girls (One of them above) who were complaining about having to work. And no matter how hard they worked; they could not pay the bills, or have time to do anything.
Welcome to your parent’s life sweetheart.
Glenn made some good points: parents have spoiled their kids. (Correct) The ones that went to college just goofed around. (correct) In high school during covid or college they didn’t even have to leave their house. (correct) Mom and Dad gave them everything they needed. (yep)
This is all true, and most all of these pundits ALWAYS talk about how they worked their way up the latter and it was hard…yeah…but the United States was a different country when they did this.
They leave that part out.
Now, most of the girls he posted were young, not married and couldn’t afford to live. When Glenn was working you could get a happy meal for a few bucks. The restaurants were open, and fast food really WAS a steppingstone to kids.
Not anymore. McDonalds for two costs as much as your local Italian restarant, which have NOW doubled prices, and they are empty most of the time.
Free money has been handed out to all the “non-whites” and they are driving SUV’s and getting free food and free housing, and free whatever they need.
And it’s not just the blacks, whites too.
If they DON’T have a job that makes much, they can get child support and food support from the government. I personally know a young white couple who get all their bills paid, because the father makes only $30,000 a year, and he doesn’t want to make anymore. The wife has gone back to school (thank you taxpayer) and they are doing very well. They have two kids and the government is paying for their Kindercare. Even though the mother is home most of the time.
On the other hand,…remember these girls are NOT married. They are single, and so that’s the abortion market. And that’s big money.
What I’m pointing at is that this inflation and destruction of the family is right from the communist notebook.
Get them all dependent on the state.
Elon Musk says that someday, when A.I. and robots take all the jobs, there will be plenty for everyone. And by that time, most people really won’t care.
But…you will never be able to get to HIS wealth. No…by then the latter will be pulled up only for the few. And there will be a problem.
Men WANT to create. And make money off their creations. It’s human nature.
Anyway, sometimes I think the really smart people that have made it miss the point. If those girls got married and had children to care for, and a husband to help out, they might grow up faster.
Same with the men.
The economy is being rigged to produce uneducated, workers that really have no future unless they have a high ambition. And they are told: They deserve to NOT work. They are being programmed not to work.
Look at the illegals demanding food, jobs, houseing….they know it’s all free. They are tired of working and making no money in their own countries.
Sigh. That is why I have stopped listening to the news. The politicians complain. But nothing gets done.
I’m sure, I’ll get back to it, but…bear with me for now. Okay? Right now, I might as well be on Mars.
Nobody Reads Isaac Asimov’s Book of Facts
Nobody Reads
Just for fun, I have a book by my desk called Isaac Asimov’s Book of Facts.
Not only was he a famous Science Fiction writer, but he was also intently curious, and his book of facts are really fun!
Here’s a few lines from the chapter called “Misconceptions.”
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Samuel F.B. Morse did not really invent the telegraph. He managed to get all the necessary information for the invention from the American physicist Joseph Henry, and later denied that Henry had helped him. (Henry easily proved the contrary in a court trial) Morse was a good promoter and squeezed $30,000 out of Congress for building the first telegraph line, from Washington to Baltimore, in 1844. He did, however, invent Morse code.
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Lloyds of London, the best-Known association of insurance underwriters, does not write life insurance.
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According to legend, it was the cowboy and the six-gun that won the West. Actually, it was the steel plow, barbed-wire fencing, and the portable windmill that made it possible for pioneers to settle there.
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Contrary to popular belief, there is little scientific evidence that the ages at which parents die have any correlation to the life span of their offspring, according to studies made ad Duke University Center for the Study of Aging and Human Development. (Really?)
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A perpetual-motion machine would violate the laws of thermodynamics. Nobody has succeeded in producing one: nobody ever will. (This Nobody Wonders if it’s still true.)
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And my personal favorite
Benjamin Franklin’s invention of the lighting rod in 1753 was the first practical victory of science over a natural phenomenon. Two years later, when Lisbon, Portugal, was destroyed by an earthquake and tidal wave, some ministers in Boston proclaimed it was a punishment for the sacrilege of using lighting rods to avert the wrath of God.
And now, they blame Global Warming for the mass invasions to the West and America, happening all over the world.
As the famous quote from Obama’s best bud, Rahm Emanuel:‘Never let a crisis go to waste.”
Yeah, I love books, and this one is really fun! Put it in your library if you like odd facts.
How Long Does it Take? Maggots.
Nobody Remembers
I was watching a Supernatural Episode tonight. There was a scene in it that brought back strong memories of when I was a freshman in college. It’s pretty gross, so stop here, if you have ever been really sick with stomach flu.
The story goes that there was a witch’s coven. And they used hex bags to put a curse on this one man who was stepping out on his wife. He was sitting in his car, and bit into a chicken sandwich, but then gagged, and looked down and there were maggots all over the sandwich.
All of us have been seeing ‘brainwashing’ being used so subtly in all our sitcoms and movies, you MIGHT have noticed a lot more scenes where somebody was throwing up. Puking big time. And it’s when you least expect it. These scenes and the many “pee” scenes are being pushed onto the public on purpose, but we won’t go into that here.
It was my freshman year in college. Southwest Missouri State. I wanted to major in music, but I couldn’t even play an instrument. Well, I found out at registration, they said I couldn’t because I didn’t play an instrument.
Talk about naïve. I was so upset, so determined to take music courses, that I sat down in the middle of the registration room, and almost started crying. Hell, I might have been crying, I don’t remember. I suffered from depression all my life (not now) so that news was a total shock.
You mean, I CAN’T take music? My whole life disappeared before me.
Then my parents paid for all this for nothing? What else was I going to do with my life? Not to mention I was STILL mad at my best friend in high school who BEGGED me to go to this college so I’d be with her, and…..she ended up not going, costing my parents money they didn’t have.
Gee thanks.
Some man came over, got me off the ground, as fast as he could, and signed me up for Music theory, piano I, and vocal. I was ecstatic.
The piano and vocal lessons were easy, but I knew I needed help in Music theory, because I couldn’t read music. The last time I read music I was in grade school and playing the French Horn.
So, I asked this sweet girl whom I had met, and who was signing up along side me if she would help me in the course. Her name was Sarah. She was blond and looked just like a county bumpkin.
“Of course, I will” she said.
That night, she invited me over to dinner with her and her husband.
She cooked a whole chicken, and I was trying to be polite, so I took a BIG bite, in fact I almost ate the whole leg, before I looked down:
Maggots. Everywhere. All over the leg, ,,,,and I had devoured them.
Her husband did not touch it. And he asked her where she got the chicken.
“Oh, it’s been hanging in the barn for a while” she said.
You can guess what happened. I was renting a room upstairs in an old lady’s house, and the only bathroom was downstairs. I had stuff coming out both ends. The old lady was furious and made me go outside into the back yard, where I sat with a hose to wash off everything that was coming out of me for a good three hours.
I ate a LOT of maggots.
Well, after that, I knew I couldn’t go back to school, so I phoned my mom, told her I’d be driving the 4 hours home, and it was me and a brown paper bag all the way.
Now, here’s how naïve and innocent I was, and still am. Because I would never in my wildest dreams have believed that somebody would do that on purpose, I always thought it was just a mistake.
Only now, do I realize, she was a country girl, and even an 8-year-old would know not to serve a chicken from the barn, or even try to cook It, which means…she did it on purpose.
And by the way, she got an A in music theory, and she never helped me.
I managed to pull off a B all by myself.
When you grow up, sheltered from the storms, from corruption, from evil, you don’t suspect it from others….it’s not a good thing. Really.
And now, most of you were going, “Why didn’t you LOOK at it!”
Because I was too busy looking at her and thanking them both for inviting me. Ever the polite and grateful idiot.
Hopefully, NOBODY that reads this has ever had to bite into a chicken leg full of maggots.
Yep. The education of Joyanna Adams…continues until she dies. Better late than never.
At least it came to me FINALLY.
Thank you Supernatural.
Sarah, might have actually been…a witch…may she be hexed with the memory forever.
Musk Goes to Asuchwitz
Nobody Knows: It was sad to watch. But a good thing to be brought up: We must not forget the thousands of years that Jews have been persecuted. They have gotten more Nobel prizes than any other group of people, and the Muslims surround that little tiny piece of land called Israell by the billions.
What have the modern Muslims brought to the world? You tell me.
So whose in the wrong here? The Muslims have wanted the Jews gone. For centuries. Dead basically.
And yet, Has Obama brought the Jews here? No, boatloads of Muslims, who are now protesting in our streets.
War is here, war is coming, and it seems only the brave will stand and fight.
And we better.
Musk also went to Poland. I had a Polish grandparents on my father’s side. Poland is a great country.
So today, I’m replaying the song below for Mrs.O. And myself. I am very sad today.
When I’m sad, I play sad songs, to get over it. And then, I get mad.
Watch out when I get mad. I usually get things done, and I’ve been ignoring myself and THOSE things for much too long.
Moses was our first real leader. God bless Musk again for taking the right stand.
It’s cold in the world right now. Winter is upon us all.
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?
It’s in His Kiss: HIT BY A BUS
Nobody Wonders—How many men know this? Ladies? We don’t talk about it much, but how important is that first kiss?
I was thinking about this today. Imagining what my first kiss with my imaginary lover would be like. Mmmm…The first kiss to dream of. One to blaze into the sky: writing all its power into in the hippocampus as a fluster of red-hot, soul-searching, discomposed, explosion of millions of electrons flowing from the lips to the chest, to the groins, and then down to the knees, with the mind saying in wonder: “Now I’ve truly lived.”
Have I ever experienced that kind of kiss? Mmmm…let me think.
Do you remember your first kiss Ladies? To many men, it’s a means to an end, but to ladies…I’m not sure. That first kiss is important.
My first kiss happened in the 6th grade. I was standing in the hallway, between classes, and out of nowhere came Jim Baine. My first kiss was like being hit by a Mack truck. He was an 8th grader…but he was big, and rather good looking in a masculine way. I had noticed him walking in the hallways, and thinking “Well, HE’s way out my league.” Kisses and sex were not even on my mind. (Thank God.)
And then one day, I was just standing up against the lockers, not many people in the hall, and out of nowhere, he came up, pushed me hard up against the wall, and kissed me long, and hard, with deep affection and I was like…”WTH?” And then he walked away. Neither one of us said a word.
Okay. Well. There you go. I guess that was a “kiss.” Gee. What now? If that’s a kiss, what happens NEXT? I thought. Is it like wrestling? Would I survive? LOL.
That one kiss upset the whole school. You see, somebody saw that kiss and reported it to his girlfriend. By the end of that day, that girl, the meanest girl in the school, (Pam the golden Viking Slammer) who made it known she fought with brass knuckles, had gotten together about 30 of her friends, and decided to corner me in the hall and tell me they were going to beat me up. (sigh) All I kept telling them is that it was NOT my fault, and I could care less about him. He KISSED me! I kept repeating. If not for two brave boys in my class, standing between me and the mob, I might have gotten beat up.
So, I went home and ask my dad to teach me how to fight. I’m sure the teachers found out about the ‘plan’ to get that ‘she stole my boyfriend’ mob, and they were watching them, and so the next day, they all let me know, they would get me AFTER school.
Every day I went to school, and tried to stay away from her and her friends. Every day I came home and my brother and father taught me how to fight…fist fight. We had gloves, punching bags, you name it. It took many tries before I could land a good punch.
After a while I got sick of all the tension. The two boys kept by me, and protected me as much as they could, but I knew, one day, it would happen. Those boys couldn’t protect me forever.
So, I made a plan. I found out what bus “Pam” the blond Viking Queen of the middle school gang of terror was riding home on. I knew she would be alone without her backup, and I decided to challenge her.
I got on HER bus home. She saw me. It was a fall afternoon, sunny. And I was ready.
She got off the bus. So did I. I walked behind her and kept saying, “Come on Pam..fight me here. Right now. You want to beat me up? Here’s your chance. Come on. Do it. “
Well, that girl walked so fast, I think the leaves on the ground were flowing off the pavement. She went into the future she ran so fast. She broke into a run, and acted like she never even saw me. She was….scared. I guess she didn’t have her brass knuckles with her.
What happened?
Nobody in the school ever bothered me again. Nobody talked to me much either, but that’s nothing new.
You’ve heard these same bully lessons from boys, but it works for all bullies, I guess.
I think the boys spread it around that I had boxing lessons and it scared her. She said so much bad-ass rantings about how she was going to pulverized me, that even I was surprised she ran.
I went home and told my dad, “Dad, she just ran like a scared little girl?” My dad just smiled and change the channel.
My dad did tell me one thing: He said that a little guy can take a big guy out pretty easily. He had done it plenty of times. Even though, his older brother had broken his nose three times.
“Dad, how come your nose is so crooked?” My older brother broke it three times.
“Why” He just felt like it.
That older brother died in WWII in the Pacific, in the battle of Midway.
Did my dad give me courage? Well, no–. Pam was bigger than me, and really mad.
So, my first kiss was rather. Like being hit by a bus. A bus of unintentional consequences.
I had a lot more to say tonight, about kissing, but it’s getting late, so maybe I’ll go on with this kissing subject in Part II.
Guys? Girls? Go ahead—I dare you to tell me about your first kiss.
In the meantime, I’m going back to my wonderful imagination.
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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