Tomtommom, you hit on a painful part of my life. High School. I never ever want to relive that. Hearing loss, wearing glasses and I was immature. I had a group of so-called friends that told me a boy liked me and wanted to be my boyfriend. When they saw me look over at him 'adoringly', he was shaking his head 'NO'. Embarrassed doesn't even go far enough. You can look at the school pictures and see I was a good year behind everyone. In the 7th grade, I wore anklets the others wore knee socks. 8th grade I wore knee socks, they wore hose. UGH!!!
Don't you worry about Thomas. He will come around in his time, not theirs. Haven't you heard.....he has a great mom!
Lisa![]()
Aah, I forgot about my headgear! I don't know how I forgot about that. Had to wear it 24/7.. and it wasn't the nice inconspicuous one that goes behind your neck, oh no, it was the nice variety that sits high on your head. And it made me lisp and spittle when I talked.

Fat, immature, slow, uncoordinated, poor, awkward, no sense of style AND headgear. You just can't make this crap up.
I went full Goth in college. Well, atleast people stopped talking to me. That's good... right?

In my passport I have black hair, thick eyeliner and a spiked dog collar. Oh yes. Very fabulous. .... I tried. My ex-husband lovingly called me an oreo because I am really pale and with all the black clothes I looked well.. like an oreo... and then the blonde hair started growing out.. then I looked like a skunk.