"Ed's bladder is full and the path to the boy's room is in his near future, Confucious"

Well, I hope you got an "A" in creative note-writing! BIGGRINS!!!

Glad to see you posting again, my friend. You can sit by me any ole time.

I'm wondering if you wrote that while lying down or if the boss had any idea that you weren't.

Anxious for it to be continued...and then maybe I'll write about our "love affair" that began when Mr.Alffe & I stepped off an elevator to be greeted by huge Micky Mouse hands and dimples!

You really should write a book,you know.

cant wait to read the conclusion....

twinks,

I'll be honored to sit next to you anytime!
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Alpho, LOL, you know me and da boss like our tapeworms... OK, she doesn't have tapeworms but inchworms...LOL

well, I promised her I would go to bed at a decent hour. She finally came out at 3am and told me that she needs me to go to bed...

I was planning on getting to bed early. I started writing this with a big smile on my face reminiscing about the past...

I also started writing this because in reading on some of the members here that are struggling with low-self esteem right now and while I am not good at giving/dishing out advice. I feel like I can relate better by sharing my own experiences...

as I wrote, I couldn't believe how much it had triggered me and how all sorts of different emotions came back out and how I ended up in tears...

I had to stop, recollect, then came back and wrote as much as I could've before I had to stop again...

I couldn't sleep rest of the night and today has been a long and busy day. (It was open house for kiddos' school and also the social workers were here evaluating)

anyways, I think I'll sleep well tonight and tackle this another day...I really wanted to relate on how I have triumphed over low-self esteem...without sounding preachy or giving advice or offering the ultimate answers...just sharing what I know and what I've experienced...

and of course, you probably know that already...my love affair with you started the day when I called you Alpho...*biggrin

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barbo,

for all that you've been through, your life's journey is book worthy....I haven't met you yet but I long to hug you and tell you how special you are to me/us already...

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my dear Foogy...

when I wrote this, Scott was on part of my mind....he turned out so well at such a young age...big part of that is because that he has an awesome mama...

you once said that you wanted me to be Scott's mentor...I can now tell you that it is you and Scott, that have served as part of my mentors...to me...

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I'll try to come back and finish this this weekend....and bore you guys to death with it....LOLOL

It's good to relive the memories...good or bad....they have made me moved forward..in a positive fashion...

((((BIG HUGS)))) for the broom

never stop posting...please

Thanks for the kind words, Moi. I look forward to meeting both of you one day.

Moi how can it be continued, leaving me hanging like that.... hoping I see the next one when posted... hugsss and glad you back, sarah

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I'll try to come back and finish this this weekend....and bore you guys to death with it....LOLOL

It's good to relive the memories...good or bad....they have made me moved forward..in a positive fashion...
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My goodness... what can I say. This is wonderful... wonderful. So alive and rich with life. Full and potent. Your expressions, descriptions paint a picture not only to be relived by you, but also by us.

I, for one, believe I could be especially delighted due to the fact that I have a complete blank in my memory bank from age 7? or so until 16... nothing...nada...zip. Maybe it was the 6,7 or 8 schools... maybe it was the six or seven different states ... who knows. I am envious, not jealous, of your recall. My husband Toby tells me the most wonderful stories of his youth and I marvel... sometimes wonder if we grew up on different planets. My life has no roots; no history; no guidelines. (no self pity either).

I went to my husband's umpteenth high school reunion. I was blown away. I found myself in this very strange world where a roomful of people actually grew up together and shared 18+ years of their lives as friends. I could barely breathe. The atmosphere was so thick with joy and companionship. As we drove away from the weekend, I began to sob in the car... big, gulping cries ... I couldn't stop. Now I had seen, experienced what I had never known, never even dreamed. It was amazing... and terribly sad. Forgive my babbling; it just triggered a lot in my heart. I loved your story... thank you.
PG, still suffering greatly from LSE.

Self esteem…something I have dealt with my whole life…especially when I was in school…I hated school! One day I might share on a different thread. My prior husband, makes me want to puke when I say he was my husband for 23 years, he was very good at making me feel so very small….