Noramie Festa Jasmin, previously a trustee and deputy mayor of Spring Valley, was sworn in as mayor on Monday December 7, 2009, and she is the first woman to hold the title of "Mayor of Spring Valley NY" since the incorporation of the village in 1902.
I used to stay in Spring Valley as a kid, nothing much to it but I have memories of the place so I threw it up here.
Armed with clipboards, leaflets and high spirits, the energetic Ivory leads them into the neighborhood, where they start knocking on doors. The mood is lighthearted, but their mission is serious: to save lives, one house at a time. They're volunteers from the Florida Breast Health Initiative, and they are waging war against breast cancer. It's an effort started by Ivory, 50, herself a survivor of the disease. Every weekend in the spring and fall, she and her volunteers -- who include college students, senior citizens and suburban moms, all wearing matching T-shirts -- fan out across low-income communities in southern Florida, educating women about breast health. They especially seek out uninsured women age 35 and older, who statistics show are twice as likely to be diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer, and thus more likely to die from the disease. For Ivory, comparing this work to a battle isn't overblown. "The only thing that we have to fight this disease and lower the mortality rate is early detection," she says. "We are the troops on the front lines." Since 2006, Ivory has helped provide more than 500 mammograms to eligible women.
You know your a sorry woman when you pay your girlfriend to cook up a dinner for you so you can impress a potential boyfriend.
Learn to cook with your sorry ass.
Why you ask or not ask am I peeved by this?
Because this chick got the meal I was supposed to get so I had to take the "cook" out to dinner so she could save the money to pay the bills.
Cost me $75.
Than get this, I see the new couple a few days later and dude starts bragging about his "home made" dinner his girl cooked him and just cant stop showering praise on her.
Like she is the Iron Chef or some thing.
Im salty as hell still about it, but I dont hate on the little stuff, Im going to let it slide.
Get this though, the dude actually starts talking about she is the ONE.
What?
Off a cooked meal your talking about marrying her?
Well thank God he ate the food and not me cause somebody must have put some menstrual blood in the sauce.
I damn near dropped dime on her ass right there just to to bring him to his senses.
But I let it slide, who am I to to interfere with matters of the heart?
Poor bastard will find out about her sooner or later, hopefully it will be before he gets his stomach pumped.
*****Warning: The Ability For Critical Thinking Required Before Reading This Post. High Levels Of Sarcasm And Bloody Humor Present. May Hurt The Feelings Of The Thin Skinned And The Weak Minded, The Slow Witted Need Not Continue.*****
****It Ain't That Serious.
When I first saw this exchange my first reaction was GET HER ASS OUT OF THERE!
WTH kind of conduct is that for a reporter at the White House press conference?
It was unprofessional as hell.
But I try to look at things critically after the heat dies down that way you can identify the bodies better.
But after a little time went by, I got to say this reporter still over did it.
True, Gibbs could have saved the sly remark to April Ryan but I understand why he did it.
If your asking me what 1+1 is and I tell you it's 2 the first time and then you ask me whats 2+0, then 2/1, 2x1, it still muth#@$% 2!
And mind you your asking me this damn question while were stuck in a plane getting ready to crash.
Does April Ryan have a right to ask where the hell was White House Social Secretary Desiree Rogers during all this and what her responsibilities are?
Hell yeah.
Does she have the right to hijack a press conference about what to me is a minor issue in a hostile manner?
HELL NO!
There is no conspiracy here, someone screwed up and someone will be held responsible, yes the Secret Service should have been on their toes, but I don't know how well they can do their job if they are not informed who is supposed to be at the party, something that Desiree Rogers and her staff are supposed to be responsible for, she dropped the ball.
But still it looks like that the whole hate for this woman seems to be about her "shinning" too much at what they believe is at the expense of her job.
Smells like some old fashion haterade of the catty variety.
If someone was slack in there job the punishment is not up to us but up to the people most concerned the Secret Service and the First Family.
There the only one who should be raising hell about this.
I mean seriously, 30,000 troops going to Afgan, health care reform, the "jobless" recovery of the economy, Iraq, Iran and your sitting up there playing gossip girl about some highly over qualified event planner?
An event planner?
Damn that, ask why my light bill is so high if you want to ask something!
***I am sorry but this is funny as hell.
I hate to kick the dude while he is down but I got to say this dude had absolutely ZERO game.
Leaving your name on the mistress cell phone?
Giving her your cell phone number that you keep in the house?
More then one woman on the side?
You can tell that this cat is new to the game, a product of a sheltered life.
If your going to cheat get advice from an expert, you can afford it or better yet don't get married.
**** I don't know about you but I had a good sports weekend.
First the G-G-G-G-Giants put foot to ass of the vile Cowboys
The defense finally acted like they had a pair after acting like a JV squad against Denver.
And Eli, who still chucks it up for grabs too much for me had a good game.
On a selfish note big up to Pierre Garcon WR for Indiana who had 6 grabs for 136, (I swore he had a TD with that but it's not listed).
Why would I give this dude props?
That's right, that boy is one of us, actually there is a few of us running around in the league but he is shinning hard this season.
**** And Finally WELCOME BACK MIKE VICK!!
It was nice to see the love shown for him and to see him perform well.
MARTA is short for Metropolitan Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority, the bus and train service.
Now before I go off I will admit that my standards for public transportation is high.
I grew up in New York city, I'm not some suburbanite walking around in awe and scared of his own shadow when surrounded by "strange" looking people.
To be honest I like the adventure that you may be subject to when riding the public system.
I don't mind the old Asian lady who hops on the train and passes out her Jesus Saves pamphlets to every one.
The old black man who when not talking and laughing to himself calls everyone "dad" and bums everything from money to cigarettes at damn near every station, he is cool with me.
I don't mind the unruly alternative school kids that cause havoc when class is out, talking loud cursing and fighting.
The random burst of craziness that you get from the people with mental health issues with no where to go so they ride up and down the train routes, even when they break out into a Soulja Gurl like incident.
The DL homosexuals who ride late night trying to pick up other DL men and thus inevitably hit on straight men.
Side Note: One night after leaving work, I was on the train being watched by this dude who was built like and offensive linemen. I thought it's about to go down, this asshole thinks he is going to walk off with my wallet, than he winks at me an puckers up his lips. Hell I would have preferred that he was a mugger I promptly made my way to the next car.
I can put up with that.
What I cant put up with is a poorly run business like MARTA.
I cant put up with buses late to arrive and late to leave cause the damn bus driver is doing everything but driving the bus.
Like the one who driver who decides she needs to have a conversation with every other bus driver before she pulls off.
I cant stand the fact that YOU KNOW the damn Falcons or the Georgia Tech Football teams have home games and you don't schedule more train running thus flooding the platform with drunk fans who have no idea that your supposed to WAIT AND MAKE ROOM for arriving passengers to get off the train or bus before trying to get on.
The idiots block the doors and look at you like your crazy when you don't move, like your supposed to teleport your way out of there.
Move!
Then there is the lousy scheduling for people who work third shift or out in the sticks.
Let you not make that train station by 1245, your stuck where ever your at.
This city forces you to get a car, and that's for real.
I like riding good public transit but when i moved down here it was so random i had to learn to drive, at 21 years old.
Then they got the nerve to hike fairs, and people have the nerve to complain about traffic.
