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Consumer Home Value: “Happy One-Year Anniversary!”

 

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America loves a start-up business gone great, and Houstonian Gynell Vestal does not disappoint as she valiantly celebrated one-year of successful consumer advocacy with the advent of her national website: ConsumerHomeValue.com. Vestal established the cutting-edge platform on October 17, 2018 as a conduit designed to provide consumer information for citizens interested in buying, selling, renting, remodeling, refinancing, moving and more.

The tech-savvy site allows consumers to access blogs, podcasts and videos in an effort to make prudent real estate decisions. The primary goal is to demonstrate the varied ways people can save money, preserve time and avoid frustration as they navigate complex aspects of real estate transactions. Overarching themes of consumerhomevalue.com are ethics and trust.

“Extensive global travel has offered me a unique perspective of the consumer real estate market. From my native Dubai to the Washington, D.C. area and now Houston,” stated Vestal.

“I developed a relentless passion for consumer advocacy and chose to focus my efforts on the American market. So, I seized the opportunity to meet an industry need by self-funding an informative, user friendly website,” she added.

Sounds like Vestal is on-target and apace with women in the millennium who have become “movers and shakers” in their varied fields of choice: https://bestsmallventure.com/business-ideas-for-women/

Prior to relocating to Texas, Vestal held her own in the Maryland market as a successful appraiser. She holds nearly two decades of industry experience and is a Texas State licensed real estate appraiser who recently passed the state’s realtor’s exam.

Gynell Vestal

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https://www.linkedin.com/in/gynellvestal/

She is married to Scott Vestal, a football coach for Rice University’s athletic program, and they reside in Houston with their five-year-old son.

A commemorative anniversary luncheon was held Thursday, October 17, 2019 at  Maggianos Little Italy in Houston where Vestal hosted an intimate gathering of colleagues and friends whose dedication and support have been integral to her annual success.See the source image

As previously stated, Vestal self-funds consumerhomevalue.com in addition to augmenting costs with a thriving sponsorship campaign that offers local, regional, and national industry professionals an opportunity to showcase their success as realtors, serves as blog features blogs and profile spotlights, and receive light- speed digital exposure in a space with a projected target audience of 10,000 views per month.

Who’s got next?

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(Contact Pauline Rick at 972-922-5442 for more information)

Bravo!

Maggiano’s customized the perfect menu for the anniversary gathering in the “Piedmont Room” of Houston’s “Galleria” 2019 Post Oak Blvd. location. https://locations.maggianos.com/texas/houston/

If you think the pictures were perfect, the appetizers and entrees were divine! And of course there was dessert, but we apparently ate those photographs! (Think Tiramisu and Chocolate Zucotto Cake).

 

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As guests filled the room, public relations manager, Pauline Rick, assured that every detail was in place and that each guest had appropriately sent an R.S.V.P. IMAG4463

Pauline is a consummate professional!

Among the supporters in attendance were realtors, appraisals, women in business, and the fellow wives of Rice University football coaches who work along side Gynell’s Rice University athletic coach spouse.

Without this core group and, a litany of others in the virtual world and beyond, Gynell would not have experienced this past year’s success.

While it may seem that “bigger is better,” the vivacious entreprenuer was strategic in both invites and numbers.

 

gynell with two girlsGynell and AdamGuests enjoyed “networking” and “networthing” during lunch while Gynell offered an impromptu speech outlining her motivation, drive, and advocacy that fuels the success of consumerhomevalue.com 

And of course there were prizes galore to be won, and Penny Dickerson happily served as a hostess who encouraged attendees to make this your social media status and win a prize.

 

And much to her surprise, Gynell was awarded a one-year anniversary crystal weight that was inscripted with three, keen adjectives that represent the hallmark of her success:

Tenacious

Passionate

Change Agent

And the afternoon ended on poignant note with Gynell reflecting on her success and enjoying a deserved glass of red wine in the Maggiano’s downstairs bar.

Yes Gynell, take that ELEVATOR stuck in your head. There’s only one place to go and that’s: UP!

The expression on her face is priceless:

“I came, I hosted, I slayed!”

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Penny Dickerson 2019
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Why Anthony Weiner is a Silly Tweeter-Twit

Anthony, Anthony, Anthony.

The Shame you have brought to social media and the rudiments of basic instruction. Kindergarten students world-wide have laid bets that you also had trouble coloring inside the lines.

I’m personally not offended that you have disgraced the borough of Queens and humiliated Huma, your pregnant wife. Forget that your 17 year-old subject admitted that your interaction wasn’t actual “sexting,” and I’m even willing to suppress the fact that you don’t own a fly, smart-phone with “front-focus” camera capabilities.

Congressman Anthony Wiener, I am ten thousand ways “pissed” that a 21st century politician with mayoral aspirations doesn’t know how to properly TWEET.  And you call yourself a politician? (Gag reflex). Even my 21 year-old, college-student daughter has chimed in: “Clearly he shouldn’t have hit “skip” on the Twitter tutorial.” (Oh Anthony!)

(Link to Anthony Weiner USA Today Topic page)

http://content.usatoday.com/topics/topic/ANTHONY+WEINER

I tried to maintain respectable Weinergate distance. I deemed this to simply be another political sex scandal worthy of sensational media coverage for a few weeks and then you’d shrivel like an over-boiled weiner (couldn’t resist). But then, I read a Wall Street Journal hard copy during breakfast at the Marriott and just chuckled my nappy head off when I learned you got yourself into this career-altering debacle because you meant to send a Tweet to one person, but accidentally tweeted more than 10,000 followers? Priceless. Way to go Tony. Me and Jimmy Fallon thank you. Oscar Mayer – on the other hand- is miffed.                                                                                              

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The only thing more humorous than your Twitter deficiency is your interview with CNN’s Wolf Blitzer in which you not only lied, but improperly used the word, “manipulation.”  Gosh. I thought every politician knew the power and pitfalls of that pretty lil’ word (and its prefix). Then, you chose to “admit” that you lied. What happened, Bill Clinton ring your celly?
THEN, and this really is my last point, you fought hard and decided to “seek professional” help via a leave of absence. You would have been so much better off  just checkin’ yourself into Shady Oaks and sending an email to your trusted colleague Steve Israel. I guess in hindsight you did the right thing because gee, if you can’t Tweet, you probably would have accidentally blind copied the congressional listserv.

(Read Why Penny Dickerson doesn’t Tweet)

Today you are expected to resign from Congress. (After all, what would Barack Obama do?) Interesting that the press conference will be held in Brooklyn. This is probably your single best move as your New York borough of residence has disowned you. If there is a single, silver lining in this outcome, I hope your wife Huma reaps the benefit. At least now she knows to reject any baby girl name you suggest. Especially, Ginger Lee.

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Minority Editorial Writers Seminar 2011 – Nashville, Tennessee

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Beading Business is Booming

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“People Shouldn’t Judge” – Three of Florida’s Vocal Voices on Gay Rights Speak

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PEOPLE SHOULDN’T JUDGE’

April 25, 2013 Filed under METRO
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THREE OF FLORIDA’S VOCAL VOICES ON GAY-RIGHTS discuss their journey and their thoughts on same-sex marriage

BY PENNY DICKERSON
SPECIAL TO THE FLORIDA COURIER

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A new era of gay rights advocacy has swept the nation.

The Jacksonville chapter of Parents for Lesbians and Gays (PFLAG) leased billboards in 2012 broadcasting their support: “We love our gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender children.”  The strategic signage alerted traffic along major thoroughfares.

In November 2012, Jacksonville City Council members defeated a human rights ordinance that sought to ban discrimination against lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender individuals in regards to employment and looking for housing while an amended version would have added six words: “sexual orientation, gender identity or expression” to the list of classes already protected by the city’s anti-discrimination statute.”

It also was defeated by a 17-2 margin. Liberals and conservatives remain divided.

The responsibility to define gay rights’ parameters belongs to states.

Florida advocates are among the most voluminous in the nation and speak with candor regarding human rights and the religious order.

WHAT IS PROPOSITION 8?

California’s controversial ballot initiative known as Proposition 8 defines marriage only as between a man and a woman.

It is widely understood as a ban on gay marriages.

The 1996 Defense of Marriage Act, known as DOMA, prevents legally wed same-sex couples from receiving certain benefits by defining marriage as between a man and woman. (Florida has its own version of DOMA that was overwhelmingly passed by the Florida Legislature in 1997.)

In 2008, inspired by California’s Proposition 8, strong support from Florida’s African-American voters led to passage of an amendment to the state constitution, which now bans gay marriage in Florida. Then-Gov. Charlie Crist supported the amendment, as did then-presidential candidate Barack Obama.

Five years and a presidential re-election later, the legalization of gay marriage is front-and-center at the nation’s highest court.

On March 27, the U.S. Supreme Court heard arguments on a part of the 1996 Defense of Marriage Act that prevents legally wed same-sex couples from receiving certain benefits by defining marriage as between a man and woman.

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Willetta Smith has been openly gay since age 14. Her father nicknamed her “Mamado” at the age of two because she always mocked her mama.

Decades later, that same loving patriarch brandished a shotgun inside “Club 209,” one of Jacksonville’s historic gay establishments.  He came to reclaim his runaway daughter.

“I knew in elementary school I was different,” Smith explained. “I dated guys because it was the right thing to do, but I’ve never slept with one.

There was never love at all.”

When she became a runaway and truant, Smith used a fake ID to frequent gay clubs like the “French Quarters” and “Studs and Drag Queens” became her family.

“A neighborhood drug dealer led my father where I was hanging out,” explained Smith. “He bust in with that shotgun and just embarrassed me,” she joked.

Musician, activist
A family meeting followed that critical night; it ended with parental tears.

Smith decisively proclaimed her gay lifestyle and never looked back.

Attending night class and summer school, she earned a diploma from William M. Raines Senior High School and as reciprocity to Daddy, she became a musician.

The self-taught keyboard player completed advanced music theory and engineering courses at Florida State College at Jacksonville and Edward Waters College followed by an impressive recording artist career.

The next three decades parallel a reality television show. Smith was in a seven-year relationship with a woman who birthed twins prior to a prison sentence. Smith became a surrogate mother and managed a strip club for nine years prior to her own conviction, which also landed her in prison. Behind bars she recorded a music CD featuring fellow inmates.

‘God made us’
Smith is now 54 years old and engaged to be married to 26-year-old rap artist/model Alea Janae Davis.

Florida’s ban on same-sex marriage prohibits a legal union, but they are considering other states and remain unapologetic regarding choice.  “God is a loving, caring God to me. We love, we don’t hate,” expressed Smith.

“People shouldn’t judge. God made us.”

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Bruce Ellison is a strikingly handsome 37-year-old spiritual advisor and author of “I Am the Manifester.” The Orlando native is single and the youngest of six siblings; his parents are divorced. By all accounts, he is apt prey for doting women. But Ellison is gay and believes he was born that way.

“I knew at five years old I was attracted to men,” said Ellison, who prefers to be called Tobi.  “My behavior was unacceptable and my oldest cousin said I was the biggest sissy as a child because I rearranged furniture every week. In school everyone called me fag and a punk.”

Ellison endured painful sentiments that he was morally wrong his entire life but insists his perceptions and views do not represent the majority.

A different view
“Proposition 8 is a distraction,” declared Ellison. “I can’t believe in this day and age we are still talking about homosexuality…when the gay community stops making it a big deal, so will the world.”

Ellison has never formally dated a woman, but has slept with two. Further, he offered that he has kissed one person in the last 10 years and has never lived with another man.

“If I listened to religion, I am going to hell. I experience Christ-consciousness. God doesn’t care about your sexuality,” preached Ellison.

“People are not rising to a Christ-conscious level, they want to see (homosexuality) in their eyes. Man has created God in His image. I think that is the issue.”

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Jeronica Byrd is a 34-year-old lesbian. She has been openly gay since age 17, but recognized   gender preference early.

“I knew when I was five, but didn’t know what it was,” said Byrd. “I only wanted to play with girls but was raised in the church and the South. They considered it wrong, so I thought something was wrong with me.”

Byrd became sexually promiscuous with men. She succumbed to social and religious pressure to marry, but extra marital affairs with women led to a divorce after five years from a husband she claims, “thought she was bisexual.’’

She shared, “We are taught the American Dream is 2.5 kids, a white picket fence, dog, and a husband – not a loving mate.’’

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Born to a 14-year-old mother in Arkansas, Byrd was raised and educated in Alabama by her great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother; her mother left to join the military.

“We grow up hearing that homosexuality is an abomination, so I’m not into organized religion,” stated Byrd. “It’s a tool of oppression not uplift and enlightenment.”

Byrd abides by a moral code to do right and use common sense – don’t lie, steal, cheat – but it’s not based on being a “Bible-thumping Christian.”

At Stillman College in Alabama, Byrd was blacklisted on campus when she “came out.”  She then founded Kappa Xi Omega Sorority, Inc., a community service organization and sisterhood for lesbian women created to articulate and encourage community consciousness.

A national advocate, Byrd believes there are three major lesbian influences: biological (born gay); sociological (assimilate to society and culture) and psychological (individuals damaged by men who feel women are their only option).

Byrd’s influence is biological. She and her partner of nine years look forward to marriage when DOMA is amended to afford everyone equal benefits.

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Obama Trumps Trump

It seems trite to blog such a political, career-altering event.  But I must.  It has galvanized a social network to launch a blitz-post akin to an online flash mob.  Everybody is going to write about this. Everyone is talking about this – as well they should. A man responsible for claiming the lives of thousands is dead. Hurray? Hurry? or Hero?

Yeah. That’s the word I’m hoping will emerge: Hero.

Within the confines of my colorful world, I sat with my sister Natalie watching “Celebrity Apprentice” while we munched on expensive peanut brittle from Williams-Sonoma. It was God-good. We marveled at the rich, buttery flavor and traded crunches and smacks from my reclined seat on the chaise to her body sprawled and sofa-lateral.  The reality show spectacle of NeNe Leakes versus Star Jones “I will cut chu” fame was nearing another predictable end and my sister gave notice to the informative “crawl”  creeping across the flat screen.

President Obama will soon make an important message regarding Osama Bin Laden.

He’s dead.

He’s dead or we killed him?

I was really hoping he didn’t kill over- from kidney failure. What a waste of time that would have been for our military troops. It felt a bit macabe to wish we killed him, and by “we” I mean our gear-clad, dusty and armed troops who have forsaken holidays and their own family nights to fight for justice and to fight for just us.

The Donald is in the Celebrity Apprentice Board Room. His golden hair is glistening and molded in its iconic, stiff wave and he’s network-ready to assert his coined phrase, “You’re Fired.”  Me and my former Air Force Recruiter sister are impatiently waiting for both The Donald and President Obama. Correspondents are pumping the prelude and The Donald is in ratings control. The reality consumed world is also watching and waiting: Will it be Star or NeNe? Will a fight ensue and weave tracks become airborne? Will Marlee Matlin’s translator break his fragile wrists trying to keep up or will……………cut to the fade of a presidential black.

Here comes Soul Brother President Swaggaligious walking in glorified authority to his Oval Office podium. The Donald has been silenced. The world is edge of seat. The news is big. It’s breaking news that has been previously leaked.  The words are strong and piercing and sharp and clear:   Osama Bin Laden was basically taken down by an intelligent intelligence and beat at his own game of hide and go die.

OK. Fine. That’s not EXACTLY what President Obama said, but as words dropped from his lip-glossed lips to hide  smoke inhalation’s black impression, me and my social network community heard:

GANGSTA…RESPECT MY GANGSTA.

I heard:

OBAMA TRUMPS TRUMP

Like buttons were clicked and lit. Comments were dropped and threads began to grow long as self-appointed, peanut gallery pundits offered their view of what has happened and their fear of what’s to come. Footage of flag waving took over the big screen. Crowds emerged upon the White House Lawn.

One of my hell raising, editorial prone, Facebook friend posts:

Osama Bin Laden’s death < Michael Jackson’s death.

I add to his comment thread:

Global acuity.

The world as we Monday-morning know it will forever change and two, newly married Royals have been given an unexpected gift called publicity diversion. Next week will not be like next week and no week will ever again be like this coming week. Momentum is about to have her moment and she will likely birth a bevy of hours and days and months of both fervor and fodder.

We like his speech.

We like President Obama’s measured words, his no nonsense tone, his direct “camera-eye focus” and his sincerity to save and preserve the safety and lives of American citizens, our friends and allies. I loved that latter line. Don’t mess with my people or my friends because  “I will cut chu” or in this case: kill you.

Yes, we know Daddy Bush [and then his son Dubyah] vowed to get Osama Bin Laden.  He didn’t.

Yes, we know measures were in place to find him, kill him, and bring his body dead or alive. They didn’t.

On my Facebook news feed I read:

“It took almost ten years and a black president to get that nigga.”

Some will read that and only see and hear the “N” word.  Others will read that and equate time.  And yet, others will read that and ask, “What’s a black President got to do with anything?”

No one black will read that post and think that.

It’s not a black thing, it’s not a white thing, it’s really not even a presidential thing. It’s a good thing. A humanitarian thing. A finite justice. A deserving end to a tragic era preparing to commemorate a 2011 anniversary.

It’s over and it’s just beginning.

I am 1000 miles away from my Florida home and scheduled to fly from BWI to JAX tomorrow evening.  I feel compelled to find time to embrace D.C. tomorrow afternoon with camera in tow to capture history as it unfolds in the streets, on headlines, on the Metro, and of course, in Starbucks lines.

I feel compelled to call Southwest and ask if I can reschedule my flight so that I can stay with my sister until there’s not a crumb of peanut brittle left in the wide of the can. Do I really just want to stay with my sister or do I just want to avoid being 30,000 feet-high in revenge-air? I certainly wasn’t thinking any of this 24 hours ago, but now me and the rest of the world will have to pause and ponder our every movement. Once again America is on terrorist alert.

Osama Bin Laden is dead.

I pray his demise doesn’t kill my freedom.

Penny Dickerson 2011