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Wednesday, May 10, 2006



WHen I was pre-teen it was New Kids on the Block but it quickly became Garth. And, um... Garth. And oh yeah... some more Garth.


How fun!!!! Thanks ladies and Peter!!!!

I LOVED New Kids too!!!! lol and I LOVED Bon Jovi just as much as I loved Poison lol!

Obviously, I don't find them hot anymore lol!
Garth and Jon Bon Jovi yes, but Poison NO! lol

I was a little girl and didn't know any better lol!

It was a lot of fun to read your faves too! Thank you!

Thank you Susan for the beautiful Mothers Day tribute!!!!

It was wonderful!


NKOTB for me!
I also liked Bon Jovi in 5th & 6th grade. And then I think it was all New Kids.




What's up with Idol kicking off my rocker??!!!!

WOW!! I swore the one leaving would be Elliot!!!!

Oh Golly!


Poison! ha ha!
No posters here, either (I wasn't allowed)
BUT, I had scads and scads of secretly stashed tiger beat magazines and other mags that my friends would give me with pics of Wham!, Aha, Def Leppard, Bon Jovi (in that order, starting in Junior High School).
Pour some sugar on me!
Cute post, what fun.


Oh no - Poison!! Those photos!! I'm still chuckling.
I had INXS posters on my bedroom walls, I was totally in love with Michael Hutchence. And lots of U2 posters, they were and still are my favourite band. I LOVED Prince too but he wasn't cute enough to be on the wall ;)


OH MY GOD!! I can't believe you went there!!! LOL - POISON. What were WE thinking? They all look like women to me now. And we thought they were HAWT? CRAZY. Actually I think my first was Jon Bon Jovi. He didn't wear makeup, so at least I knew a little better. HA!

Jerri Ann

no poison for me, but Garth...oolalala


I went through a Poison , Bon Jovi and Warrant phase..they were all over my wall.I traded them in for New Kids on the Block. Especially Joey (I am so embaressed) I
ran out of room on my walls, so I actually had to put New Kids posters on my ceiling. My ENTIRE room was covered. I had the sheets, the sleeping bag, the ridiculously big buttons, the framed posters, and of course anythigng I could get out of the magazines. I was such a dork!!!

Monica C.

I loved Prince in high school ... but for some reason I did not "do" posters! LOL!

Lisa O

OMG Susan - I can't even finish reading that beautiful poem for the tears in my eyes! Thanks so much for sharing . . .
(I promise I WILL finish reading it though when I'm not at work - shhh )

Lisa O

I LOVE this post! I had Scott Baio (Charles in Charge) and Leif Garrett (yes - the druggy) on my walls. Also Shaun Cassidy . . . I am really dating myself now aren't I???
BTW I love Garth too - was 26 when his first CD came out in 1988 (Much too young to feel this damn old). I SOOO want him and Trisha to have babies!


ACK, I wasn't into hair bands back in the day, hehe. I had a huge crush on the lead singer from A-Ha. How awful, huh? hahaha. His name was Morton something. I know my bedroom wall was plastered with pictures that I tore out from Tiger Beat, but I can't think of any of them at the moment. I'm OLD.


Kel~ That email wont work because I sent one to you a few weeks ago and it probably went in your spam folder. So I need the other email pretty please. Post it at my blog and I wont publish that comment. ;0)


Sorry I forgot to sign my name on the above post



I attended a Poison concert when I was about 17 at the old Capital Center in MD- a guitar pick actually landed on by B$%B and I still have it to this day. I loved them and had the posters all over the place as well.

Here is a little poem for all the mom's out there-I know it is a little early but Happy Mother's Day to you.

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."

Those who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who don’t.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grandmothers) who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again, "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up, Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.

This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TV’s in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good Mother anyway?

Is it patience?


Broad hips?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart?

Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread; from bed to crib at 2 A.M., to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?

Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...

And mature mothers learning to let go, for working mothers and stay-at-home mothers,
single mothers and married mothers, mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there.

In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them.
And pray.

Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.
Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall.


I was big on Poison and Bret too! This was so fun! I am glad I was not the only pretten girl that had it in for Poison! LOL


NKOTB! Yes, the New Kids on the Block. I loved them to death. When I was an older teenager I was in love with the guys on 90210. Brian Austin Green was probably my favorite!


I had that album (Poison) too. Did you know that Brett Michael's sister lives right here in Omaha so he's always here? I'll be sure to tell him you said hi. ;)

I had Bon Jovi plastard all over my walls when I was a teen. Even made a Bon Jovi scrapbook, which I still have. OMG so hilarious. I loved Jon Bon Jovi!


Johnny Depp back in the Twenty-one Jump Street days.

I didn't listen to Poison but Garth and those eyes. Dreamy!!!!



Aack! Poison! What pretty boys. LOL

Stop over my blog --send me your address -- you won a book!!

Sandi P.

I've always thought that Garth is sexy!

Since I shared my bedroom with several other sisters, I wasn't allowed to plaster my walls with posters.

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