I grew up a HUGE fan of U2. I had them plastered all over my walls, purchased everything I could get my hands on, saw many concerts. I was one of those crazy fans who even stood outside entrance doors hoping to catch a glimpse of them. If there was an event Bono was at in NY, chances were I was there if I could be. I met 3 of 4 band members. I remember telling the Edge, thank you…
I bought this for my daughter for breakouts. She is 18 years old she gets breakouts, so I figured it can’t hurt let’s see if that helps. I honestly never asked her how it was. I forgot all about it. That is until I had to do steroids and my entire face broke out. One of the lovely side effects of steroids is acne. I was looking for acne medicine and could find nothing. So I asked her where it…
I follow all the blogs I come across with people that have a MS. I like to see how they deal with it what’s going on with them, what medicine they take, etc. I like to read how they deal with the obstacles of having MS and balancing life. One of my personal favorites is Jen from http://Www.trippingthroughtreacle.wordpress.com. Jen’s blog is uplifting and inspiring despite her illness. Jen has had MS for over 20 years. For me especially at 19 years…
I had to go to a pre-prom meeting yesterday for my daughter. I was expecting to see, for the fifth or sixth time, the video of the teenagers who drove drunk and got in a horrific car accidents. They didn’t show a video. Instead they told the story of this 17 year old boy. He got in a car with a girl who he’d been drinking and smoking with all night. The boy wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. The car flipped…
I was a good teenager, in realations to other teenagers. I didn’t do hardcore drugs. I didn’t break curfew. I didn’t steal. I wasn’t arrested. I helped around the house as needed. I liked my parents. I liked spending time with my parents. I became rebellious the summer I was leaving for college. I could smell the freedom. I can smell the beginning of something new. I could feel the start of my life. I hated high school. I didn’t…
This will be one of those rant posts. I started my day or early early morning waking up from a dream. One of those dreams where the other person that was in the dream was just mean, hurtful and painful. I woke up and literally looked up and said really. What am I supposed to learn from that one. Well it too a while but I did shake off the dream and got up, worked out. So far normal routine….
