Category Archives: Relationships
First: Have a Garage Sale!
Possibly the Most stressful, exhausting, taxing, demanding, unfulfilling event in a lifetime….
Organizing, planning, purging, pricing, promoting, staging, signage, paperwork, selling, smiling, haggling…for hours and hours.
…One man’s treasure is another man’s Junk…Dopey, really?
If you can ‘get along’ and work together for the common good and still speak to one another after eight hours of looky-loo’s, weirdos, and harassing hagglers….
And, if you can sell a ton of duplicates (you have two blenders, two irons, ice buckets, dozens of wine glasses, bowls, plates, baseball hats…) and the myriad “Won’t Need Its ” for the new house’ items – Bravo!
More power to you…crack open a bottle of really good wine – you deserve it…Have pizza – really good pizza – delivered.
Put your feet up. You Survived.
Put Dopey near the recycling bin…
Bea S.moved to San Francisco with a red hot passion.
She would do anything to get famous in the big City. She assumed with her good looks, her almost perfect body (with recent “enhancements”) and a wall of Miss Teen and Miss Kern County beauty pagent ribbbons gracing her bedroom walls were strong evidence of her beauty and fame.
It didn’t take long to realize that dropping, “I know Devin Nunez- we are both from the Central Valley,” didn’t impress anyone in San Francisco.
She looked into modeling, acting, TV gigs, and was coming up dry. Very dry. Rent was astronomical and she was sharing the $5000 monthly rent-fee with three other girls. Her “room” was a corner they created where the hall met a walk-in closet.
Like thousands of other wanna be stars, Bea took a job at cafe – just like high school, then, she heard about a better job- jumped ship and started at a posh downtown restaurant as the invisible water girl. She just knew she would be ‘discovered.’ Each afternoon, she applied “her face” fashioned her long tresses, pulled on her tight pleather pants and form fitting white blouse. She was told time and again that she was to be as subtle as a butterfly and not to interrupt, speak to, stare/ smile at guests. For one week Bea played the mute. The invisible. Week #2 she decided to give fliritng a whirl. She was used to being noticed and admired. She was Miss Kern County and a “Ms California Runner Up” to the third runner up. Within an hour of her frisky, flirty, fun personae – she was pulled off the floor. Her boss called her on her behavior – granted her that one “mis-judgement” and would not stand for another fall from grace.
Four days later, Bea joined in on a table of men having lunch. She said she couldnt resist, they “were all having fun and carrying on.” She felt like she could make the meal more enjoyable by being herself. Minutes later, she was let go. Even more minutes later, she was perched a stool at the HaRa Club.She was telling the afternoon crowd nearby about her termination. She was shocked. She claimed she was flowing with ideas and “had so much to say.” She tired to quote the Bible about lights and bushels and bestowing her talents.
Bea popped all over San Francisco doing temp work before she decided Hollywood was where she really needed to be and to shine.
Psst…Paul Ryan – ain’t no altar boy.
Paul Ryan, 42, was born into one of the most prominent families in Janesville, Wis. He is the son of a very successful attorney and the grandson of the top federal prosecutor for the western region of the state.
Ryan grew up in a expansive Colonial house on a large wooded lot, and his extended clan includes investment managers, corporate executives and owners of major construction companies.
He lived a very comfortable life.
He is worth $7.6 million
Is millionaire Paul Ryan is angry at his parents, grand parents
and his in-laws? Or, just all old people?
Paul Ryan, 42, was born into one of the most prominent families in Janesville, Wis.
In the year after his father’s death, Ryan’s grandmother set up the Ryan-Hutter Investment Partnership, with assets of up to half a million dollars, according to the congressman’s 2011 financial disclosure.
Ryan continues as the general partner running the entity for the family.
By the time Ryan had entered Congress in 1999 at the age of 28 and filed his first disclosure statement, he reported assets between $167,000 and $1.3 million, owned a home and had three rental units.
* articles.latimes.com › Collections › Paul Ryan
Mr. Ryan reported two tax-deferred college savings plans, with a combined value of between $150,000 and $300,000.
He also reported two investment partnerships worth, in total, between $350,000 and $750,000, mostly containing shares of stock in well-known companies, including Apple, Goodrich, Kraft Foods, Visa and Whole Foods.
Both partnerships were formed by Mr. Ryan and other family members to manage assets left by his grandparents and an aunt.
Mrs. Ryan has reported receiving a trust after her mother died in 2010 that is valued between $1 million and $5 million, according to a letter Mr. Ryan filed with his latest financial disclosure.
Mrs. Ryan also has longstanding interests in several mining and oil exploration investments in Oklahoma and Texas managed by her father, Dan Little, a lawyer in Oklahoma whose clients include oil and gas companies.
Those investments generated as much as $150,000 in income last year.
Of the Ryans’ maximum estimated assets of $7.6 million,
Janna’s holdings account for about $6.5 million.
She is the daughter of Dan and Prudence Little, two lawyers in Madill, Okla., who over the years have overseen a vast network of land and oil and gas mineral rights in the Red River area straddling southern Oklahoma and northern Texas.
Seniors Retired after 50 yr careers Living on Social Security / Medicare…
Why is he so vindictive? Does he have a long list of “his parents didn’t buy him the bike he wanted, he got punished for bad grades, or he caught caught cheating and stealing from the collection basket?”
Paul Ryan is so out of touch.
He wants to delete Medicare.
Ryan can drop the altar boy facade. He is a classic “Thou doth protest too much” attack dog politician with ulterior motives.
There are just some people you don’t hire for important jobs.
Jordan Speith has a fabulous caddy….and Speith is a top-notch, honest golfer. The Caddy is probably not a great guy to work in the White House. One would most likely hire a PRO. Not a MD
If you think it’s expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur.
Whether it is bluff or bravado, Bachelor (again) and bon vivant, Harold H. quickly dismisses his three divorces, and announces he’s looking for a woman who understands him.
He is the kind a man who measures success by the size of a wallet and bank account. Both of his are substantial. What he is lacking are social graces, compassion, and sensitivity. Some have compared him to the proverbial bull in a China shop. He is simply clueless as to the number people he alienates with his brash bragging.
Mind you, there are plenty of women who are attracted to him and his wealth like a fly to honey. Harold H. will tell you, quite frankly, he’s looking for a “type.” He only dates tall, blondes, generally 20 years his junior. His first three wives were petite, Mediterranean, homemaker types.
He thought he had a gold mine when he met Trixie- she was from Texas, was bold and brassy and seem to find old Harold H attractive. She loved to go to expensive restaurants, she knew how to feign interest to a man who was wining and dining her- especially when there was a potential for gifts in little blue boxes.
Trixie could drink most men under the table (years of practice) and she had a “frisky” side the Harold H found very attractive. Each week, he surprised Trixie with a piece of jewelry. He knew for a fact that most women faint over gifts from the jewelry store. His relationship with Trixie buoyed his confidence. People stopped and stared when they walked down the street or walked into restaurants. He liked that.
What Harold H never expected was that Trixie’s old boyfriend would reappear and she would drop him like a hot potato.
Trixie called him to say was going to return her jewelry drawer full of trinkets from Harold H- he said, “Hey, babe, fuhgeddaboudit!” He closed the Trixie chapter and was back on the Union Street prowl that night.
They call him, a lot of things – but, often “Half Court,” not only because he isn’t playing with a full deck – the guy is hilarious.
Fact: He gave his “unequivocal support” to good-old-boy Roy Moore of Alabama. Oh, boy!
Court Sykes recently moved to Missouri to unseat the well-loved and outspoken Sen. Claire McCaskill (D)
He announced he running for office and has strong views on Women.
In his perfect Half Court World ( he is single)
All women should:
Get up and make breakfast for all the family.
Making sure the husband was suitably attired for whatever job he did.
Getting the children ready for school, if at that age.
Cleaning and dusting the house, washing, making the beds, ironing and anything else.
Do the family food shopping –
Maybe have the neighbour round for a cup of Tea .
Collect the Children from School and feed them.
After that, getting ready for husband to come home by preparing his Supper.
Putting the children to bed.Take care of husbandly needs.
For some reason…Sykes’ background is a mystery. Or resembles Swiss Cheese
He claims to have served in the Navy for more than eight years, enlisting after the terror attacks on September 11, 2001.
His LinkedIn page says he later attended Harvard University’s Extension School after that, earning a degree in 2014.
He says he is a graduate student at the University of London, but waffles on that with flim flam flimsy excuses. He says he the Managing Director for a military consulting firm named Talosorion — but, candidly, has no clients.
He claims to have worked in close coordination and jointly with the FBI, DEA, CIA…. and other government agencies