Saturday, January 21, 2012
TRICIA ADAMS IS A LAIR
Read what she has to say. 150 word limit for you and for me but her friends can write has much as they want, a full page! see Paul Pontious full page editorial. Try writing a 150 word editorial for the LA Times. YOU WILL NEVER GET IT PUBLISH UNLESS YOU SAY WHAT A GREAT PLACE THIS IS AND KISS HER XXXX. I had a Elvis show here a few years ago and wrote a editorial about the show and the $1500 we earn for Give Kids the World. Great news hun! No, its garbage says Trish. She decline the editorial. She thinks she is the greatest thing on this earth, go back to Bok Gardens TRISH, NO LOVE LOST HERE. She is nothing but a lair, and you know what when she wears her shirt almost unbutton at the shows. She is sick and now watches the live video's. Now this is all she does just to see who comes in and out of the clubhouse. I know she is watching for me. Sad to say I don't go there anyhow. No time lost dummy.
BOUGHT A HOME/CONDO IN A COMMUNITY ASSOCIATION?
YOU INVESTED YOUR MONEY IN A BUSINESS!
| An Opinion By Jan Bergemann President, Cyber Citizens For Justice, Inc. Published January 10, 2012 And if the business fails, there goes your life-savings. Many owners plainly don't realize what they are getting into when buying a Home/Condo in a community association. The disclosure made to prospective buyers lacks serious facts and many owners only realize that they invested their money in a business -- when they just intended to buy a home for their family -- when it's much too late. What buyers are usually told is that the association will protect their property values by stopping neighbors from painting their homes in outrageous colors or avoiding rusted-through pick-up trucks being stored on the neighbor's lawn. They are being told that their monthly fees are used for the upkeep, maintenance and beautification of their neighborhood. Or some similar schmooze! NOTHING IS FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH! What sellers -- especially developers -- fail to disclose are the many downsides of these community associations -- and I am sure many potential buyers would have second thoughts if they had been told the real facts before closing on their DREAM HOME/CONDO:
I wonder how many people would still be willing to risk their life-savings, if these facts had been prominently displayed on a disclosure form given ahead of time to potential buyers? I know that many service providers -- association attorneys and management companies -- will oppose my evaluation of the risks of buying a home/condo in a community association. But even Susan Raphan from the KGB law firm in her latest Sun Sentinel Blog [Community associations: are they businesses?] makes it abundantly clear that community associations are nothing but a business. And you can be very sure that Raphan wouldn't write something like that without prior approval of Donna Berger, her boss. Raphan makes the argument for a different reason, namely to squeeze in some free advertising for the firm that pays her salary, but: BUSINESS is BUSINESS. Anybody who plans to invest his/her life-savings in some business like a community association might be much better off -- and get a much better return on the investment -- by putting his/her money in a real business, a business that is run by professionals with the intention to make profits for the investors. Please remember these facts: When you buy into a community association, you are putting your life-savings into a homeowners' association or condominium association run by untrained people, guided by professionals that are out to fill their own pockets, often surrounded by fellow-investors that didn't have the money to invest in the first place. Many families that invested their money in this kind of business have already regretted the moment when they signed on the dotted line. Many families lost their life-savings without fault of their own, because they were bankrupted by a system that is very profitable for the service providers, but detrimental for the finances of the families that were under the impression that they bought a nice home/condo. They found out that they invested their money in a business that definitely doesn�t keep the promises made at closing! |
Subj: RE: CHILLING LETTER FROM P & G TO OBAMA
: Chilling Letter from Proctor & Gamble to Obama - True by Snopes AND CONFIRMED BY TRUTH OR FICTION.
|
Monday, January 16, 2012
HIGH SCHOOL CLASS REUNION OF A 60+ YEAR-OLD LADY
I had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would.
I went on a starvation diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24 hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim, high-school-girl body. The last forty years of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger.
I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably fit into my senior formal on Saturday. Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric, and hung it on the door.
I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back ..." Bodies never have pockets where you need them.
Bravely I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled and I got the formal all the way up to my knees ... Before the zipper gave out. I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with those silver sandals again and dance the night away.
Okay, one setback was not going to spoil my mood for this affair. No way!
Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B: the black crepe caftan.
I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at Saks: the scented shower gel; the body building and highlighting shampoo and conditioner;
the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads.
Then the makeup -- the under eye "ain't no lines here" firming cream, the all-day face-lifting gravity-fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle;
the 'all day kiss me till my lips bleed, and see if this gloss will come off' lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow.
But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear.
Okay, time to get ready!
I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped, lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed and scoured my body to a tingling pink.
I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the anti-wrinkle, gravity fighting "your face will look like a baby's posterior" face cream.
I set my hair on hot rollers.
I felt wonderful.
Ready to take on the world.
Or in this instance, my underwear.
With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body,
I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing,
ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matching "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra.
I greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge.
I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled and kicked.
Sweat poured off my forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad.
So I rested. A well deserved rest, too.
The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind?
It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper buns?"
Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my buns to my knees. But I was firm!
Oh no ... I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch. From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly sidestepped to the bathroom.
An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle. I was ready for the bra. I remembered what the saleslady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front, and twist it around. Put the bra on the way it should be worn -- straps over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place both breasts inside the cups."
Easy, if you have four hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down ...
But the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I needed a strategy.
I bounced up and down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work.
So, while bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heel and toes and I set 'em to swinging.
Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands. Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination.
Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled, yes, Houston , we have lift up!
My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin rest And I couldn't see my feet.
I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes. Oh ... why did I buy heels with buckles?
Then I had to pee again. ........So I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink, ordered pizza, and skipped the high school reunion.
If this didn't make you laugh out loud, you're too young!!
I went on a starvation diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24 hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim, high-school-girl body. The last forty years of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger.
I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably fit into my senior formal on Saturday. Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric, and hung it on the door.
I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back ..." Bodies never have pockets where you need them.
Bravely I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled and I got the formal all the way up to my knees ... Before the zipper gave out. I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with those silver sandals again and dance the night away.
Okay, one setback was not going to spoil my mood for this affair. No way!
Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B: the black crepe caftan.
I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at Saks: the scented shower gel; the body building and highlighting shampoo and conditioner;
the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads.
Then the makeup -- the under eye "ain't no lines here" firming cream, the all-day face-lifting gravity-fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle;
the 'all day kiss me till my lips bleed, and see if this gloss will come off' lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow.
But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear.
Okay, time to get ready!
I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped, lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed and scoured my body to a tingling pink.
I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the anti-wrinkle, gravity fighting "your face will look like a baby's posterior" face cream.
I set my hair on hot rollers.
I felt wonderful.
Ready to take on the world.
Or in this instance, my underwear.
With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body,
I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing,
ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matching "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra.
I greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge.
I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled and kicked.
Sweat poured off my forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad.
So I rested. A well deserved rest, too.
The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind?
It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper buns?"
Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my buns to my knees. But I was firm!
Oh no ... I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch. From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly sidestepped to the bathroom.
An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle. I was ready for the bra. I remembered what the saleslady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front, and twist it around. Put the bra on the way it should be worn -- straps over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place both breasts inside the cups."
Easy, if you have four hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down ...
But the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I needed a strategy.
I bounced up and down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work.
So, while bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heel and toes and I set 'em to swinging.
Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands. Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination.
Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled, yes, Houston , we have lift up!
My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin rest And I couldn't see my feet.
I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes. Oh ... why did I buy heels with buckles?
Then I had to pee again. ........So I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink, ordered pizza, and skipped the high school reunion.
If this didn't make you laugh out loud, you're too young!!
This "give me your money community" is all about how much money we can give the management and Larry Maxwell. They are trying hard to get me the hell out of here. I guess I know too much. Now they got Trish Adams, $80,000 salary as community director, no experience, a relation to Larry Maxwell in charge. I give up. Please tell your friends about this blog. More shocking news to come and letters to be publish as proof.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
Here's a quick look into the three former Fannie Mae executives who brought
down Wall Street.
Franklin Raines - was a Chairman and Chief Executive Officer at Fannie Mae.
Raines was forced to retire from his position with Fannie Mae when
auditing discovered severe irregularities in Fannie Mae's accounting
activities. Raines left with a "golden parachute valued at $240 Million in
benefits. The Government filed suit against Raines when the depth of the
accounting scandal became clear.
Tim Howard - was the Chief Financial Officer of Fannie Mae. Howard "was a
strong internal proponent of using accounting strategies that would ensure
a "stable pattern of earnings" at Fannie. Investigations by federal
regulators and the company's board of directors since concluded that
management did manipulate 1998 earnings to trigger bonuses. Raines and
Howard resigned under pressure in late 2004. Howard's Golden Parachute was
estimated at $20 Million!
Jim Johnson - A former executive at Lehman Brothers and who was later
forced from his position as Fannie Mae CEO. Investigators found that
Fannie Mae had hidden a substantial amount of Johnson's 1998 compensation
from the public, reporting that it was between $6 million and $7 million
when it fact it was $21 million." Johnson is currently under investigation
for taking illegal loans from Countrywide while serving as CEO of Fannie
Mae. Johnson's Golden Parachute was estimated at $28 Million.
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WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
FRANKLIN RAINES?
Raines works for the Obama Campaign as his Chief Economic Advisor.
TIM HOWARD?
Howard is a Chief Economic Advisor to Obama under Franklin Raines.
JIM JOHNSON?
Johnson was hired as a Senior Obama Finance Advisor and was selected to
run Obama's Vice Presidential Search Committee.
Kinda makes you sick to your stomach.
No wonder we're broke!
Are we stupid or what? Vote in 2012......it is the most important election
of our lives.
down Wall Street.
Franklin Raines - was a Chairman and Chief Executive Officer at Fannie Mae.
Raines was forced to retire from his position with Fannie Mae when
auditing discovered severe irregularities in Fannie Mae's accounting
activities. Raines left with a "golden parachute valued at $240 Million in
benefits. The Government filed suit against Raines when the depth of the
accounting scandal became clear.
Tim Howard - was the Chief Financial Officer of Fannie Mae. Howard "was a
strong internal proponent of using accounting strategies that would ensure
a "stable pattern of earnings" at Fannie. Investigations by federal
regulators and the company's board of directors since concluded that
management did manipulate 1998 earnings to trigger bonuses. Raines and
Howard resigned under pressure in late 2004. Howard's Golden Parachute was
estimated at $20 Million!
Jim Johnson - A former executive at Lehman Brothers and who was later
forced from his position as Fannie Mae CEO. Investigators found that
Fannie Mae had hidden a substantial amount of Johnson's 1998 compensation
from the public, reporting that it was between $6 million and $7 million
when it fact it was $21 million." Johnson is currently under investigation
for taking illegal loans from Countrywide while serving as CEO of Fannie
Mae. Johnson's Golden Parachute was estimated at $28 Million.
****************************************************************************
*************
WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
FRANKLIN RAINES?
Raines works for the Obama Campaign as his Chief Economic Advisor.
TIM HOWARD?
Howard is a Chief Economic Advisor to Obama under Franklin Raines.
JIM JOHNSON?
Johnson was hired as a Senior Obama Finance Advisor and was selected to
run Obama's Vice Presidential Search Committee.
Kinda makes you sick to your stomach.
No wonder we're broke!
Are we stupid or what? Vote in 2012......it is the most important election
of our lives.
Jan Carpenter is just like Joe Hunter
They are all a bunch of lairs. Jan send me a E-Mail saying she would read my statement to the CDD board. SHE DID NOT. These lawyers are useless and why do we need lawyers on the CDD board? Other communities don't have Lawyers. Is this community always in trouble??? Guess Again. This community is the most crooked, corrupt and dishonest community in Florida. 50% of your money goes for management and legal fees.
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