I am a female who has thinning hair. It’s hereditary. I remember as a child looking at my great grandmother; I was constantly baffled as to her baldness. Obviously, as a child I had no ideas that later in life I would be looking at my own hair line while wondering the same. I decided to opt for a hair transplant after many years of trying natural remedies and a huge assortment of shampoos. The transplant changed so much about my confidence. I didn’t realize how much I was holing back prior to the procedure. I wore hats a lot and scarfs to hide the receding hair line. It is rare to hear women discuss these options so I felt awkward, at first. Fast-forward to today and I feel great, look great and have a developed sense of confidence that is unmistakably refreshing.
My little sister was hopping jobs all the time and she could not figure out what career path that she wanted to follow. I was online and saw an advertisement for becoming a wedding makeup artist. The first thing that clicked in my head, was that this is the perfect career for my sister. She is fun, creative, friendly and is always buying all the new makeup that comes out in stores.
I printed her out a list of schools that she could attend while working her part-time night shift. She was hesitant at first, but she pulled it off! She has been happily working at a spa about 5 miles from her home. From time to time, she will get a phone call to work for a photo shoot for models or for special events. I am glad that she is now making a great salary, has a steady career and she is happy with the path that she chose.
I bought a big old house that came complete with a big yard and lot’s of plants. It was complete with a lush green lawn and ringed by giant oak and redwood trees.
The trees were the selling point for me. I grew up in the city, so the thought of all that greenery right outside my front door, was too romantic for me to pass up. I understood that trees meant leaves, and big trees meant lots of leaves. I could deal with that. What I didn’t think about was the shade. Lots of shade, all day long. So much shade I had to go outside to see the sun.
The person I bought the house from must have had a problem with this too, because he’d installed ceiling mounted windows on the sunny side of the house. However, in the summertime, one side of the house was great, while the other was a sauna. I lived with it until my friend told me about roof blinds. They were perfect. They solved my problem. I can control the amount of sunlight that enters my house, saving me money on cooling costs, all while still being able to enjoy the natural light from above. One of the best investments I’ve ever made.
The warm summer breeze blew in from the opened window, and felt good. I like to splurge every once and awhile on a thai massage Liverpool, and now I felt so relax after just having received one that I laid down on the bed, and thought about someone who I was starting to have feelings for. It was not going to happen between us, and I wish I had not told him how I felt yesterday. It only made him uncomfortable. I stretched, extending my arms and legs as far as they would reach. The curtains blew out as another breeze came through the window. I guess there are worst things then telling someone how you feel, and them telling you they don’t feel the same way. I can’t imagine having not told him how I felt, I don’t regret it. My eyes closed as I drifted to sleep.
I watched quietly as Fred shuffled through a box of papers, patiently searching for something appropriate. “A man’s stationery speaks toward his style and character. I’ve been collecting these letterheads nearly all my life.”
Fred was a dusty old bore, I thought, but no one could say he wasn’t a man of character. He’d have to be – who in the world collects stationery?
He selected a cream-colored page featuring olive green ivy that seemed to grow from the bottom, along the left edge, swooping across the top to where his initials appeared in clean script.
I set the page before me. This was Fred’s letter, but the old man’s hands were too shaky and arthritic to write. “Are you ready?”
He nodded, breathed deeply, and began, “Dear Ethel, Time has wrinkled me like a raisin, but my love for you has grown from the very first time we met…”
One day I had nothing to do and was feeling very bored. I had been working on the computer eating my chocolate covered peanuts and drinking my grape drink. My fingers were getting a great workout, and I had very slim fingers. The rest of my body was not getting the same attention as my fingers were. It was getting difficult to walk into the kitchen to get another supply of chocolate covered peanuts.
The day finally came when I had to face reality when I could only find one outfit in my closet that I could still wear. I had gained so much weight eating all those chocolate covered peanuts, and had avoided eating any fruits, vegetables or fish. I looked online to find an exercise business close to where I lived. With luck I found one and went into start my exercise program with my own personal trainer Cardiff.
I suffer from chronic sciatica nerve pain. The pain gets more intense, as I get older. When it’s cold outside, I can hardly even walk at all. I have tried, just about everything; you could think of to help stop the pain. Some things have help reduce the pain, but nothing has cured the problem. I refuse to have surgery. I have heard far too many horror stories.
Last year, my son talked me into seeing a Chinese medicine man. He laid me down on a table. He poured alcohol on my back and down my legs and feet. He stuck me with lone straight pins all over my lower back, buttock, legs and feet. It wasn’t as painful, as it sounds. I laid there for about fifteen minutes. When he was finished, I did feel a lot better. Over time, the pain has stopped. Acupuncture Manchester worked for me.
I still remember gazing deeply into her face, and experiencing an overwhelming sensation. They said it was like two bulls wrestling, and I knew what they meant. I suddenly walked over to her, and then the pain and shock hit my face. She smelled of turkey, bacon, and hamburger. This was real, this was all too real, and once again all too real. I decided it would be best to stay in the rooms, and not go to the Premier Inn Glasgow Hotels, and then it hit me, it’s time.
It’s time to be honest, and tell the truth. She is beautiful, she is graceful, she is beautiful and graceful. She is, and always will be. She is so amazing, and I love her, and now I know. I know that riding my 408 pound girlfriend is like the beauty of bull riding.