Bully.

My baby is a bully.

Ok, so maybe he is a baby and just doesn't know any better.

So far his misdemeanors include:
- grabbing a little girl by the neck, tossing her to the ground and stealing her bottle;

- numerous counts of biting, hitting and hair pulling; and

- yelling in the face of a little boy who was already crying, resulting in the little boy crying harder and Buddy shouting back louder.

For a little person who seems to have no use for "real" words or learning where his goddamn nose is, he is an aggressive little fellow. Not to mention, he is harder to keep clean than a white suede sofa.

So, I have the dirty, little bully. Awesome.

Hard to believe it's this kid, huh?

reminisce, talk some shit, forever young is in your mind

leave a mark that can't erase neither space nor time

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From: Leigh
To: stefanie
Sent: Tuesday, March 3, 2009 1:41:59 PM
Subject: RE: you are a phantom

i cant believe you are going to a yankees game. is he gonna make you like baseball? or even worse, omg, is he gonna make you a yankees fan? for the love of god, please say no.


Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2009 10:54:54 -0800
From: stefanie
Subject: Re: you are a phantom
To: leigh


He's going to make me like baseball but it won't be easy but NO, I made it very clear that as a child, when I actually really liked baseball I was a Mets fan so there's no f'ing way I would just cross over.


From: Leigh
Sent: Tue 3/03/09 3:16 PM
To: stefanie


ok...we'd really have a challenge. the yankees are the anti-christ and i don't even believe in that.

Waiting. And not on tables.

This summer has been defined by waiting.

Waiting for news.

Waiting for opportunities.

I'm always an advocate of being an active participant in creating your destiny, but what do you do when everything you can do has been done and the outcome is out of your hands?

You wait.

I don't like feeling as though I am not living in this moment. I feel like I am missing so much RIGHT NOW because we are consumed with thinking about the future.

But, we still we wait. And time keeps ticking and life keeps happening. It seems like days drag now but when we look back, it will seem like moved so fast. We will realize that we missed little things happening and didn't appreciate other tiny moments.

So, until the other shoe drops, we pass time. And try our best to appreciate the moment we are in rather than focus too much on an undetermined future.

Easier said than done, isn't it?

I haz smart.

There's nothing more condescending than have someone look at you, like he had a grand realization about all the unfounded assumptions he's made about your intelligence, and say "Oh, so you're....smart."

(...that's a true story.)

At a previous firm, where title was everything and entitlement ran rampant, it was widely assumed that I was just your average, unmotivated, married 20-something who needed an income. Obviously, the opportunity to mention that I never exactly aspired to be a "Senior Administrative Assistant" didn't come up often. Nor was it appropriate, given I personally have no problem with anyone who does aspire to that rank. But really - I didn't go to college to do expense reports, ifyouknowwhatI'msaying.

My career path has been a twisty, nebulous string of growing responsibility and little clear direction. A lot of shades of gray and an equal amount of praise for being flexible. Versatile. Smart. While personally frustrating, I know that my bosses value me and respect me so I am luckier than most professionals in that regard.

Unfortunately, while it is clear that I am "more than an admin", I am still not entirely sure what kind of job is right for me. I mean, I know I'm smart. Right now, my title is "Analyst" though, truth be told, my analytical skills leave something to be desired. My peers have degrees in all things number-y and a far cry from journalism.

My skills and strengths don't fit my role, at least, not at this point in time. In this industry, project management and roles that are heavy in communication and presentation are the benefits of working your ass off for the better part of your post-graduate years. Those roles are not for the admin-turned-analyst-now-working-mom-who-hasn't-put-in-her time-like-we-all-did, no matter if those skills are her strong suit and ultimately, the type of work she should be doing. And you know, she's smart too.

I truly didn't ever think that I would be eight years out of college and still not have a clear vision about a career. Except...well...I feel like I should be able to figure this out.

You know.

Cause I'm smart.

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From: Leigh A.
Sent: Friday, June 23, 2006 10:03 AM
To: Everyone
Subject: Missing

If someone borrowed the Aveeno lotion that was on my desk, please return it when you are satisfactorily moisturized.



Thanks much!

Leigh