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My daughter is growing up and growing away - time was when we were attached at the hip and people said "cut the umbilical cord!!" but oh! I enjoyed being with her and having her with me. And that is all she wanted. She once went to a summer camp for 4 days - only 40 miles away - and she couldn't sleep at night and cried and cried for me, calling me and wanting me.

Now i cry for her........no.....I sob - and find myself wondering "where is my little girl?"

Last year after we moved, she had such a hard time finding friends and her place in her new world. I prayed every day....please help her be happy, find her space and her friends. She found them all, and more, in surplus.....and drifted ever so quickly and effortlessly away. She doesn't need us anymore - except for shelter and money and clothes and transportation and.......

but she doesn't need ME anymore. doesn't want me around

and oh how it hurts! literally and figuratively, like tearing my own flesh from me.

many tell me that she'll come back, that the closeness returns.

I prays she will.

the pain inside me remains....

it won't go away until she's back.

N*WHY*CEE

I just got home from a trip to New York. My friend called me about 24 hours before she was flying out from Southern Cal and asked if I could come with her, as her other friend, who had originally planned to go, had circumstances come up at the last minute and she couldn't go.

At first it was to be 5 days long, but then when my friend got up the courage, she said it was really 7 days if that was ok with me. Ummmmm....yeah!!! :)

So I packed like I always do - late into the night - and very carefully to make sure I had clothing choices. Yes, I'm a dork, but that's the way it was. We drove to Long Beach Airport at 5 o'clock in the morning. I had gone to bed at 4 AM. No advertisement here, but let me say this......Jet Blue beats the he%% out of Southwest. Nice seats, nice TV's, nice snacks, and nice steward/esses - or the new politically correct word is Flight Attendant. (I know this from a former brother-in-law who was one for United - nuff said)

We stayed in an old building made into a newer hotel - lots of character, but not much room. That stay was accentuated by the, um, woman (and that's putting it nicely) who would sit next to me in the "business room" on the other computer, conducting her "business". I knew she was a bit skanky just to look at her, albeit she was very nice, but when I picked up my printed pages of mapquest directions, the page on the bottom was hers, a Craig's list advertisement under "erotica" and I am pretty sure those photos were NOT of my lovely business office companion (ok ok, I did go over to HER computer when she left and looked up history and she had downloaded them from "hot latinas", so there!) and soon enough her phone began ringing and she made no attempt to cover her loud voice when she mentioned prices for an hour and an half-hour. It took nothing for me to realize that at THOSE prices (and yes she mentioned some unmentionables) she could NOT afford our hotel. Uh-uh, no way!

Turning her in - for not being a guest of the hotel, NOT for doing her business in the business office, endeared me to the office staff. They thought it was alternately a great favor that I had done, and a great laugh that I had given them.

Just doing MY job. :)

B.A.L.L.S.

do you remember aesop's fables? you hear an old story and then find out at the end of the story where some familiar phrase or item originated from?? i have such a fable........

when my son was 3, he had just finally decided to become potty trained (as all moms know - kids WILL NOT be potty trained before their own time) I had decided not to worry as he was a boy and also since training my daughter 6 years earlier worked perfectly within 24 hours of starting to train her - for the 5th time.....

so......HE is in the bathroom, imagine he barely reaches top of the seat, probably tip toeing to get what he owns over the top. My daughter and I were in the bedroom when suddenly we heard....

"HEY!! THERE'S A BALL UNDER HERE!!"

SHE (8 years old) and I look at each other and begin to snicker, realizing what his discovery is.........

then came the all time drop-on-the-floor-and-crack-up encore (teenagers would call this LMAO)......

"NO. . . . . .WAIT!!"

(pause)

"THERE'S TWO OF THEM!!"

and thus the term "balls" was born.........

and now you know.....

and then she said............

I am just beginning with this blogger - i have a space on msn space that I have spent way too much time working on and I'm not so thrilled with the end result....soooo i am going to start here and see how this goes. so far i have checked out Ask Pud and Rand Launer. One cracked me up and also amazed me, the other was pretty amazing - you can figure out which is which. Sometimes, i think i must live under a rock (though my teenage daughter's friends think i am "cool", so i must not be too nerdy).

http://tressiepoohscorner.spaces.live.com
One note - i allow my email account and Word to cross my t's and dot my i's AND capitalize 'i', once in while i do it myself. not too often. hey! i taught kindergarten for 15 years! what do you expect? puncuation and capitals are at least a 1st grade skill (unless you live in california)