Truthful about drugs...

With all the media coverage of celebrities doing drugs, especially the younger generation, I wonder what message it's sending to our kids. It's okay...just do a 30 stint in rehab and you'll be fine?
Hubby and I often wonder if our children ask us about the things we have done in the past, would too much information be damaging, or would it be better to tell and let our children know what the consequences for us really were.
When I turned 22, I experimented more than I had ever in my entire life. If I wanted my children to learn from my mistakes, wouldn't I tell them? Because what if they try it out for themselves and that one time is the only time or that one time is the time they get really hurt? I don't want my children to throw it in my face "YOU DID IT" but if I sat back and didn't say anything???
Which is the right way?

Sorry ya'll ...drawing a blank for posting today!

So I will post a pic of my family from my brother's graduation last week, and Say Congratulations Phil!

Savor this moment folks...you are possible looking at the first Gay President of America...one day! (He really is THAT smart)

You thought gas prices were bad?...

I don't know much about the Public Service Commission, and how electric companies were capped. But recently the rate caps expired and according to an announcement put out by the Public Service Commission, BGE customers in Maryland can expect a 72% annual increase on their electric bill. Alleghany customers, who I have, can expect a 39% increase. (If you can help me make better sense...please tell me)

Alleghany sent out a bill stating that we no longer have to choose them as our electric supplier but that they would only be increasing their rates half of what BGE is... I thought, gee thank you. It's like they know people need electric, they have to pay for it no matter what...so let's increase it. Same with gas prices, same with health care. I wonder how many people are getting annual raises to cover the cost of living going up. Me, I haven't had one in 3 years.

Thank you O'Malley for keeping your promise to prevent the rate caps from increasing. Typical Democrat promise. Typical...hurting the people you promise to help. But I guess it doesn't put a ding in your wallet, does it?

I ran into a friend of a friend who knew you & me way back when...

Well so it's been 8 years since. We had 8 years together. 2 of dating 4 of love and 2 of fighting. I always knew that I would run into a friend of a friend who would mention your name. I was lucky I ran into one of the nicer of your friends. No bad words will come spilling from their lips. Had I run into another they probably would have run back to you laughing and telling you how horrible I looked. I used to live in fear of running into you when I returned home for a visit. Would I say hi? Would I run? I saw you once and I could of rolled down my window and said hello, instead I peeled wheel and took off like a bat outta hell. Why I wondered? So my hair isn't bright blond anymore, I have a little extra on the front and the back, I'm not wearing haulter tops and designer shorts anymore dancing with all of my equally beautiful friends that all despise you. I may have a few wrinkles forming on the corners of my eyes. But you would see all that, wouldn't you.
You wouldn't know that all those friends of mine, are still my friends and we get together with our children and go on outings, though I know they still despise you, they never mention your name. The extra in the front & the back, it just so happens that my husband doesn't mind because I have given him a beautiful son with his eyes and a daughter on the way. I may not wear designer cloths anymore, but I don't have to impress anyone every second of the day anymore either.

And those wrinkles out of the corners of my eyes..... I guess 8 years of smiling will do that to you.

It doesn't matter who I run into that knew me & you way back when. And if I saw you, I probably would keep walking. My time, my life, and my heart is worth more to me now.

Do men really care?

We went to the zoo the other day and in the women's bathroom they had stalls with men's urinals in them for mother's with son's. The stalls had the doors on them.

It got me thinking....gee how the mind will wander, But anyway, it got me thinking...Men don't you want your privacy too? If you go to a ball park, a restarant, movie theatre..really anywhere, women have private stalls to do their business, Men have a bunch of urnials all in a row on the wall. Men does it really 'not matter' to you who is looking down at your wee wee?

Even if it is just peeing, don't you want some privacy...not all men pee on trees, am I right?