“Come to Dinner!” Once upon a time…

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Why did Meadows trott out Lynne Patton?

 

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Rep. Mark Meadows Republican-North Carolina is considered one of President Donald Trump’s closest allies in Congress.

 

Today, at the Cohen Hearings, Meadows, Trump’s so-called leading congressional ally trotted out Lynne Patton. Who?

Lynne Patton was a party planner who scored a job at HUD! Bam!   Patton’s job at HUD pays $160,000 a year.

SEE: https://www.politico.com/story/2017/06/26/lynne-patton-trump-party-planner-new-york-federal-housing-239963,  

Meadows used Patton to  challenge Michael Cohen’s assertion that Trump is racist.

(Patton has worked for the Trump clan since 2009, according to her LinkedIn profile. )

Recently she was an “Unpaid vice president” at the Eric Trump Foundation, where she planned major fundraising events.cropped-new-years-eve-1905142__3401.jpg

Lynne Patton went from party planner to the third of 10 HUD regional administrators named by the administration.

 1.Beth Van Duyne, an early Trump supporter and former mayor of Irving, Texas, was awarded the top spot at HUD’s Fort Worth office in April, covering five states. 

2. The administration installed Joe DeFelice, a Republican organizer and Trump supporter, at the helm of HUD’s regional office in Philadelphia.

and then there is Lynne...and Mark Meadows – transparent and manipulative.

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From Party Planner to HUD Employee?

 

 

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San Jose Dating: Fright or Flight?

First, there were the Boys in the Dorm. Zero.

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Then, the Socially Awkward Boys at Google:pexels-photo-981096.jpeg

So, you try Tinder...Bumble…Plenty of Fish and then Match.com

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Madison tells the story of her friend, Zoe, coming to visit from Kansas City.   Zoe was thrilled to be in California and couldn’t wait to party with “cool Silicon Valley guys.” Madison opined that was an oxymoron. She claimed the boys in The Valley were just like High School or big  Private Party sex orgy jerks (see: Vanity Fair)  

Zoe suggested having a party in the apartment Rec Room and to put up signs and balloons. Madison rolled her eyes and said that was “way too Mid West.” Not one to take “No” to party planning – Zoe was full steam ahead and placed Party Invites on various bulletin boards around the huge apartment complex and encouraged  Madison to text all her friends. Let’s party!

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Tomorrow: Party like it was 1950

Green when it comes to dating?

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Henry and Jeff are twins, 52, single again and looking for new wives.  One brother is divorced and the other is a widow of long standing. The brothers run the family ranch near Gilroy and recently sold hundred-plus acres to a Google majordomo. They made a ton of money- and are beginning to downsize and re-think Life 101.

To say they’re laughing all the way to the bank only begins to describe their glee.   On a whim, Jeff decided to get a grip on Dating 2018. He had heard about a famous blonde San Francisco matchmaker. She and her mother advertise their services in slick, glitzy magazines. His curiousity was piqued. Jeff may be in ranching – he is no hayseed. A Stanford grad – Henry attended college 20 miles away at Santa Clara University – both men are savvy and a little shy in the female department.

The twins share a wonderful childhood friend, MarieK. She quickly voted down the Tres cher City Slicker Matchmakers and nominated herself the conduit for dating and meeting new single women. The men were curious about Tinder and MarieK. quickly steered them away – and urged them to take it slow and easy. In one day, she had both men signed up for Match.com.

She took the photos, wrote the profiles and helped with the byzantine questions. In no time, women from all over the Unites States reached out to the men. They were aghast and  tickled by the landslide of attention. To say it was a feeding frenzy is no lie.

Their dating guru advised them to delete all women from Alabama, Arkansas and Alaska. Nigeria, too. Frankly, she said out-of-state dates are too much trouble and rarely develop. So, the men are sifting through winks, notes, IM’s and getting a grasp.

Next week: An Update on the Dating Twins.

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He was hiding behind photos of his dog?

We were both amused by the guy on Eharmony who posted photos of his dog. Many photos of his pet – none of himself.

Lynne invited me over ot look at her recent “Interested” guys online. She is visiting her parents in Saratoga and needed a break.

She says she had been exchanging emails with a guy who claims to be close to the Oval Office and insisted he must  be discreet. He signed his first note “Hogan,”

which seemed odd. Hogans Heroes?  His notes to Lynne ( no phone calls, no text messages, yet) were upbeat and newsy. He dropped little Washington gossip quips.

Lynne works for a huge law firm in our Nation’s Capital – and never reveals that information until she knows a person for awhile.  For all Hogan knew, she was a writer. However, he dropped /bragged several clues regarding himself: love of Ole Miss and of beautiful Arkansas were folded into an email Week Number Two.

Google the guy – oh, my!

As clever as Hogan tried to be…the gift size clues he dropped allowed Lynne to “Out” him lickety split. She had her pals back in DC scope him out and she Googled the ever-livin’ life out of his “clues.”

He worked on two failed campigns and was not employed at the time. He had been “let go” a lot of people.

Lynne slipped away;  quickly blocked his emails and went about her merry dating life.

What were they thinking?

Are you playing Old Maid? No Way

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Once upon a time, along time ago, Single women were called spinsters.

As a child, I remember there were church ladies: widows, old maids, spinsters-wearing gloves, hats and sensible shoes, with dark wool coats and purses on their arms.

They seemed quiet, demure and quaint-very Eleanor Rigby- holed up in apartments. It seemed there was a small, army of quiet women.

Who’s to say there weren’t weekly parties with pitchers of martini’s, embroidered cocktail napkins, Wedgewood plates piled high with Pigs in a Blanket, silver bowls with warm, salted almonds, Velveeta squares on a Ritz crackers and the stereo playing Rachmaninov and Sinatra?

Flash forward, and, today, Single women come in many shapes, sizes and status. Some of us are Single-on-purpose, divorced, widowed, not interested, Gay, happy alone, still looking.

We are a sisterhood.

Fact: Women can lapse into a serious conversation with another woman in the time it takes to cross a boulevard. A simple, “I like you shoes,” has opened multiple, brief, heart-to-hearts.

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Yesterday, well over 2 million women (allies, kindred spirits, mates, new friends) gathered in 300 cities together– all over America – with their hearts in the same place. There was an invisible blanket of love and righteous indignation hovering over all.

Girls don’t like bullies. We don’t like mean, lying, cheating, tyrants or intimidators. We loathe sadistic, brutish and diabolical people. We are beyond incensed when our elected leaders sink to the depths of dishonesty and deceit.

Women are daughters, sisters, cousins, aunts, mothers and grandmothers…we may be kind and benevolent- however, we are not taking it any more.

We are not.

We Shall Persist. We Shall Resist.

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