tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59790442012-01-25T16:25:32.366-06:00growing up my thoughtsLesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.comBlogger3361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-59929644452701962182012-01-25T16:17:00.002-06:002012-01-25T16:25:32.382-06:00

Every once in a while I very much want to eat a char-broiled cheeseburger and crispy hot french fries and wash it all down with a butterscotch milkshake, all the while listening to Buddy Holly singing "That'll Be The Day" on a jukebox. I think this is because my first job ever, as a fresh-faced naive 16-year-old was at a place called The Malt Shop in St. Paul, MN.I was a soda jerk. I wore a

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-84130689902231331762011-10-25T13:13:00.002-05:002011-10-25T13:35:08.843-05:00

As a writer and aspiring successful writer, who paid a lot of money for a title that says I am a good writer, I have developed a lot of opinions about writing over the years. As a writer who has entered adulthood at the same time the interweb roared into our collective consciousness, I have seen my claim as 'good writer' and 'aspiring successful writer' taken up by just about anyone with a

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-1677885347993774412011-10-17T11:11:00.001-05:002011-10-17T11:17:02.645-05:00

Using my popularity, I have decided to revolutionize the English language and inspire millions by starting to use the word 'Spanx' in the place of the more familiar and common term, 'thanks.'In so doing, millions will begin to follow my example and not only will I make the world a more delightful place, but I will also draw untold attention to spandex and the binding, girdle-like clothing brand

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-53184096986696153182011-09-22T18:18:00.002-05:002011-09-22T18:27:40.179-05:00

I don't like to write about negative things. My fingers hesitate to immortalize a thought or observation that is buried in anger or frustration but mostly because I've grown more superstitious and my extremely gullible self read "The Secret" and has taken the philosophy spouted in that book and established a core belief in certain aspects with a decisive rigidity.With that as my disclaimer, I

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-30645719044962964182011-08-15T13:51:00.002-05:002011-08-15T13:59:40.084-05:00

I only have nine minutes to write this. I have a naseaus belly. If I had had sex, I would think that maybe I was pregnant. Instead, I have been suffering a slight case of food poisoning all day. Which is why I am not at work. I am instead at the public library, where, if I need to run to the bathroom, I can do it in anonymity and shamelessness. A thought has been growing in my mind as of late.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-75233218333453452472011-08-03T10:25:00.002-05:002011-08-03T10:41:12.626-05:00

Dear Self,I just wanted to let you know that despite the way things seem right now, they will get better. But it's important to tell you this right now...they will get better because things inevitably do, and then they get worse again. It's the inevitable cycle of growth (we know that), but some of the things that need to get better will NOT get better unless you, yes YOU, do something about

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-74348323979441562502011-03-01T14:31:00.003-06:002011-03-01T14:36:08.045-06:00

Maybe it's because the fast begins tomorrow, maybe it's because it's that time of the month, or maybe it's these antibiotics I am taking that make me thirsty which makes me think I am hungry, but I have been thinking about food and about eating food all day. I'm very conscious of the fact that I am not hungry, and yet my mind is working to convince me I am. I am also very conscious of how

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-75263488238376444462011-01-23T11:59:00.000-06:002011-01-23T12:00:34.088-06:00

This cold is making it hard for me to motivate.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-51004600302849482012011-01-10T10:38:00.000-06:002011-01-10T10:38:01.593-06:00

I've begun to realize that Death becomes increasingly familiar as we age, that a long life means growing comfortable with Death, familiar. I'm guessing Death will become something of a best friend to us, the one that knows us so well, sees us through significant changes. Death makes friends with your friends and makes love to your family; so you begin to accept Death and it's inevitability, not

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-6402963479746463952011-01-07T09:39:00.000-06:002011-01-07T09:45:46.491-06:00

I'm closing bidness, beetches!!!

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-32223115286632519732010-12-22T09:27:00.003-06:002010-12-22T09:45:35.405-06:00

I'm sick. I think I am developing the flu. I am hormonal. I am fresh off the press of my best friend's wedding. I am in love with life. Giddy for no apparent reason. Exhausted. Maybe my giddiness has to do with delirium from the fever.I am hungry. It is the end of the year! The end of the year! My brother is convinced that this is our year. I am too. I was all smiles and friendliness on the plane

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-78587380865680563352010-12-16T20:19:00.002-06:002010-12-16T20:26:04.465-06:00

Dear Fellow Airport Patron,Thank you for confirming my heretofore previously unfounded belief that the tshirt dress is not a dress. As evidenced by your ass hanging out where your stylish big bag was causing your dress to ride up, it is proven that the tshirt dress is a shirt.If you were wearing leggings and not thin tights, your ass would have been covered...better. And if shouting down the way

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-32410727945184211382010-12-11T20:00:00.004-06:002010-12-11T20:15:36.685-06:00

This is what is called *getting my money's worth.*It's cold and rainy outside, but not cold enough for the delightful waterproof winter boots I bought so I decided to wear my other boots. And sure enough, before I got the full four blocks to the train, my toesies were soaked to the skin with winter rain. I thought it might happen, but that it would be better than the sweaty hot feet that would

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-77857562470345450982010-12-03T11:53:00.002-06:002010-12-03T12:01:10.302-06:00

I've had an insane amount of clarity lately. My twin brother keeps telling me this is our year, and I am inclined to agree with him, although what it will look like, I will not begin to imagine.Every moment of every day I am in touch with my emotions, the driving factors behind them, my desires and goals and weaknesses and strengths and every second I have a two-hour conversation in my head

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-30468414026567918322010-11-13T17:09:00.003-06:002010-11-13T17:23:15.274-06:00

"My only joy in this swiftly-passing world was to tread the stony path of God and to endure hard tests and all material griefs. For otherwise, this earthly life would prove barren and vain, and better would be death. The tree of being would produce no fruit; the sown field of this existence would yield no harvest. Thus it is my hope that once again some circumstance will make my cup of anguish to

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-59873977860665218192010-11-06T11:36:00.002-05:002010-11-06T11:43:54.799-05:00

Seems a little unfair that after just a few short years of threading my eyebrows that they now refuse to grow back fully. I stopped going to the mahboobs on devon in hopes that my former medium thick brow would find the courage to return. I didn't hate them all that much, I just enjoyed discovering my arch.But alas, my lost hairs have decided to move.To my chin, cheek and stache. It ain't pretty

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-9629192062159438162010-11-03T18:08:00.004-05:002010-11-03T18:18:58.752-05:00

it was the guarded gaze of a celebrity though we had been friends for monthsdelightful moments had been turned into cautious tales of woe and you distancedyourself from some imagined love song.how many shoulders do i have to shake before my words and actionswhich are one in this caseare taken for truths.how many knock-you-over-the-head hints do i have to passbefore you remember you were the

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-46690309222905038172010-10-26T08:14:00.002-05:002010-10-26T08:20:00.282-05:00

I went for a run this morning in the dark. I made ham and eggs and hash browns for breakfast in the dark this morning. I showered in the dark this morning. I dressed in the dark and made lunch in the dark all before having to leave for work, early, this morning.All this is a lie.I actually did it all with inadequate candle light. Not enough candlelight to do my eyes any justice. I burned my thumb

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-85060001281400013122010-10-17T07:32:00.002-05:002010-10-17T07:39:38.097-05:00

Oh X-Files, I've tried. I just don't think I can anymore. Apparently there does come a time when one cannot go on. I thought maybe, like with Buffy, I could power through the badness to something meaningful but it's not happening. So it is with not any regret, and with a little bit of joy, that I bansih the rest of Season 7 from my queue. Time to focus on the newly released seasons of The Office

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-39546997109139659282010-10-03T22:49:00.003-05:002010-10-03T23:07:24.258-05:00

If I could live inside memory I would hover in your laughter and flit in and out of your smile. I would saunter past awkward moments and jeer at them while simultaneously banding with my historied self on all fronts. I would memorize moments of forgetfulness and take pictures of conversations where anothers wisdom made me remember to love. I would try to hold myself and be my friend in the

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-64965535905958176912010-09-27T07:19:00.003-05:002010-09-27T08:04:35.777-05:00

Case of the Mondays....He looked like Thing 1 or Thing 2 from a distance, with a haircut. When she got closer his smallish frame and unfortunate brown sweater distinguished themselves in her view. His shoulder bag, which weighed down his entire body, gave him an awkward shape from a distance.Observations on an Afternoon TrainThe squareness of his head was offensive, offset in no small part by his

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-12177087260291592022010-09-22T04:43:00.000-05:002010-09-22T04:44:30.711-05:00

I really wish I wasn't alone right now.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-28226447025443153322010-09-16T07:20:00.007-05:002010-09-16T08:20:43.185-05:00

I woke up this morning genuinely believing that I would be ok. That the feeling that I had the day before yesterday would return...you know, minor frustration about a job thing, cautious anticipation about exactly 3 new friendships, joy and relief of my sister's triumph and warmth care and concern for my niece and brother whom I love more than anything, sadness for the end of summer and

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-72185273320130043552010-08-20T10:41:00.000-05:002010-08-20T10:42:32.351-05:00

Leslie is in a dim fog.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-72899184537799021062010-08-17T12:09:00.001-05:002010-08-17T12:10:51.663-05:00

LESLIE is taking a break from youth for the week.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-47381561474790387472010-08-04T13:26:00.003-05:002010-08-04T13:32:07.377-05:00

in part because i abhor the 'TMI' aspect of the facebook posts and the tweeting phenomena, and in part because nonetheless, in moments of relative solitude, certain thoughts demand expression stemming purely from egotistical desire to be heard by someone, (even if that someone is in cyberspace) i shall, on occasion...post FB-like thoughts on here....away from the eyes of the indelibly public

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-40234043347855207802010-06-15T16:58:00.003-05:002010-06-15T17:04:54.956-05:00

i had a cat for about 4 weeks, big with large claws. much to my sadness, he managed irreparably to destroy a $300 air mattress. i tried to keep it away from him but he got into the closet and got his claws into the material. i have a friend coming to stay with me in two days and my bed is broken and gives me terrible back pain and now i have nowhere for her to sleep. or me, for that matter.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-3912383862634306282010-06-15T16:49:00.002-05:002010-06-15T16:57:32.574-05:00

I have, for the last two weeks or so, had my niece staying in town and been taking a hand in caring for her.I love her terribly dearly.(yes, there's a but...)BUT!There is something to be said for the preparation, mental, spiritual and otherwise, that goes into having a pregnancy, or, one step further, planning a pregnancy, then having the pregnancy, and then being a parent. Although I suspect

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-74850167526953359702010-05-17T12:58:00.002-05:002010-05-17T13:07:10.740-05:00

been spending a lot of time with my very intelligent, very socially and environmentally conscious friend liz lately. and as i expected, my inevitable gravitation toward becoming environmentally responsible has begun.i have always resented (a little bit) those greenpeace folks who stand on the street (sometimes) shaming you into awareness. 'don't you care about the environment?' they always ask.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-30274749064438797462010-05-12T14:15:00.001-05:002010-05-12T14:17:31.099-05:00

Nassty weathers, nassssty rains...filthy, wet hobbitsess and humans.....

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-52739970040928388662010-05-05T10:38:00.002-05:002010-05-05T10:53:51.338-05:00

we have been blessed with very, very beautiful days- sunny, mid-70s, bit of a breeze, and height of spring greenery. makes me love the world and long for lazy mornings in bed with the air on my face and sun floating through my waking dreams....alas for the job and the money-making and overall responsibilities of life.last night was the first night i could sleep on my left side after a nasty

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-40431379153686437792010-04-09T16:03:00.003-05:002010-04-09T16:43:36.887-05:00

The layers of meaning that undercut daily living are hard to communicate with simple spoken words, sometimes. Especially when the words that are spoken are delivered to ones who don't know or don't care. Which is why I knew that my last few days would inspire some bloggable moments-I need the space to communicate the depth of the feelings I am experiencing, the span of joy, and the sheer wonder

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-76283284282772924442010-04-04T08:46:00.002-05:002010-04-04T08:55:00.826-05:00

I have had a good few months at work. I feel hesitant to talk about it as though somehow putting it in print and celebrating it will jinx it. But Lord knows I've talked about the hard times enough, this has gotta be the thing to do. Immortalize it, right? There is not much to speak of except at this moment, I have been promoted and I have made in two months what it took me almost half a year to

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-63672484638109662642010-03-31T17:28:00.003-05:002010-03-31T17:29:39.419-05:00

So much has been happening in terms of work and teaching the Faith, I am so excited with my life right now. Looking forward to the changes that are coming!!!!Gotta go though!

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-31180383705504194312010-03-01T14:08:00.000-06:002010-03-01T14:09:01.248-06:00

my skin hates me right now. even though i am doing all the right things. cursed hormones. cursed baby-maker. grr. arrrgh.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-24818806110423947642010-02-28T16:53:00.002-06:002010-02-28T16:57:23.220-06:00

Lots of good things are coming.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-60583001630119818882010-02-08T19:22:00.001-06:002010-02-08T19:25:09.092-06:00

Two weeks ago I got to wear a $9K piece of jewelry for all of 4 hours. It was beautiful and heavy with 6 karats worth of diamonds interspersed throughout it's silver.It's the singular most expensive piece of ANYTHING I have ever worn.And I liked it.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-78028952705469752202010-02-08T19:19:00.002-06:002010-02-08T19:22:14.164-06:00

has my soul been nourishedam I seeing it flourishis this the price of prayers and dreamsa reality that seemsbetter than anythingfinding the joy in the little thingssatisfaction as the bell ringslistening to my spirit sing

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-48945329414594306052010-01-29T12:39:00.001-06:002010-01-29T12:39:45.295-06:00

I've been running into a problem of late-can guarantee it's a problem you've had, although I wonder as to the current severity of my little challenge. Thinking maybe I could be classified as....something.Has to do with date-writing. Every day at work I fill out these sheets that are meant to keep track of my call-backs for potential deals I am working on, and every day I write the date down, and

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-49134649960633826642010-01-27T12:38:00.002-06:002010-01-27T12:42:49.856-06:00

Ah, I cannot wait until evening... when I will make delicious chili mole, cozy up in a blanket and watch a movie until I fall asleep. Work has been emotional and tough this week and last, and I am hankering for a cuddle with my blanket.Next week-Book 6!

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-250521396747988432010-01-23T11:07:00.003-06:002010-01-23T11:31:17.939-06:00

I just did things with a barbell that I didn't even know could be done. I also think I may have sweat out my entire left lung. Good thing, too, because I hear you don't really need those things and who needs to carry around the extra weight?The good news, I discovered today, is I am back to my regular size since before I got my job in September. I am still reeling from the fact that in just a few

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-56697196351309577032010-01-15T12:52:00.003-06:002010-01-15T13:06:52.395-06:00

At the moment I am not full of bloggable thoughts so much as full of love and conviction. I am not so full of bloggable thoughts but I am full of the world and of family and of thankfulness and the strong desire to do laundry. I am full of the consternation of wonder, wonder as to the location of my office key-card, which disappeared not two hours ago and wonder as to the future of my love life

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-5858558831149134432009-12-19T13:03:00.003-06:002009-12-19T13:34:32.175-06:00

I discovered recently that picking a personal trainer that fits you is as challenging and important as picking a therapist, or a boyfriend. Indeed folks, not any old person with an ego and a penchant for weightlifting will do. Because value systems and personalities are as varied as the snowflakes outside this nasty winter day, one must carefully observe and investigate prior to investing one's

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-71316786728801296642009-11-30T14:45:00.002-06:002009-11-30T14:49:31.601-06:00

Don't got much too say. 'Cepting it's my birthday. Was born some 32 years ago.Thinking mebbe the thing to say is whut's done been said already. Lookee here at one o' muh best friends words. They nice and proper they is.http://abilynn.wordpress.com/2009/11/12/mx3d-ignls/Women's Bain-analyzing a thing too damn much

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-7168418367795438272009-11-09T12:27:00.002-06:002009-11-09T12:56:15.353-06:00

I have noticed lately that when I tell some stories from my past, certain folks have begun to claim my experiences as their own. Hating acorn squash and sitting at the table for hours until I came to my senses to eat it, is now apparently something that my brother remembers as being his story. Having a friend who had partied too hard accidentally pee all over my things on a trip to New Orleans

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-54677063698034836962009-11-09T12:23:00.002-06:002009-11-09T12:27:48.099-06:00

I cannot believe it is already November. A lot has been going on, but mostly I am just not on the interweb very much anymore. Recent bloggable topics that reside in my head but may never make it online:-the most perfect beautiful day i have ever known-facing mortality -false memories-managing expectations-Teaching the Faith-ChameleonsThat being said, or written, rather, I have a few minutes of

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-10190359613783434872009-09-16T18:18:00.003-05:002010-01-25T08:55:20.100-06:00

And so begins the replenishing process, that of my soul, my bank account, my ambition, my confidence and my lessons.I have been at it about 3 weeks now. I am ingesting a wealth of thoughts and realizations and trying to manage the stimulation that I am overwhelmed with. I am happy and fearful. That much is certain. I am so full of bloggable thoughts that I am yet uncertain how to put it all down

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-50293552661718259852009-08-26T19:50:00.003-05:002009-08-26T20:06:48.430-05:00

I've been pondering these last few days about how to blog about this thing in my life, how do I break the news, and, as with everything, each moment of decisiveness was informed by my mood at the time. My mood has been apprehensive, giddy, suspicious and fearful, joyous, celebratory, knowing, doubtful, satisfied, scared, excited, impatient and so full of determination that I am not sure the self

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-10230006559812451712009-08-19T20:42:00.004-05:002009-08-19T20:53:50.677-05:00

I'm on the verge of an emerging urge to postmy emotionsto shout from the proverbial rooftopsthat I deserve thisand yes, I'm nervousand on fire with burning desire.How badly do I want it? Enough to know that if it doesn't happenand I tell 600 plus *friends* on FB that I'm close, and then don't get it, that I may have 600 plus reminders of the loss after it's done. 600 *I'm sorrys* and 600 *That

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-22780633082151212802009-08-11T14:42:00.002-05:002009-08-11T14:48:53.441-05:00

Now here is a company that I interviewed with twice. A company that told me last time that they would love to have me on, but that they had to hire someone with more 'direct' experience. I had passed the editing tests. I had impressed and connected at the interview. This was more than 4 years ago now, and I am long over the pain of that rejection. Now the editing path is no longer my path, and

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I am in Minnesota this morning, sitting in the quiet morning sunlight, the calm before the storm, and contemplating my travels to this point and the convictions that got me here. On Sunday, my father will be marrying a new woman, and the family that I struggled for 11 years to make my own will soon change and the things I once took for granted will forever be gone from my life. Being a foster

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-72013802904953543382009-07-22T19:31:00.007-05:002009-08-03T00:36:22.519-05:00

Growing up with a staunchly feminist mother and a very feminine older sister, I have discovered that my own feelings in regards to high heels falls exactly down the middle. As I have grown through my early adult years, I have decided that some of my mother's feelings more than likely stemmed from an insecurity with her own femininity than from a desire to scorn all things feminine in the name of

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I have got a lot of things on my mind lately. One of them is a sense of accomplishment. I am proud of the things I have done towards my career lately. One of the things on my mind is pimples on my face-I hate them and, vain though it is, I must admit that I am a bit more concerned about them than I should be. Especially since I know the reason I have them is not because I ate bad, or forgot to

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-30487866177526480502009-06-27T15:48:00.005-05:002009-07-22T19:29:25.339-05:00

You know I have a few self-imposed rules about blogging. Although it feels like a diary-since when I write in it, it is just me and the screen-and that feels private, I do not treat it like a diary. Certain subjects are off-limits. I don't have a hard and fast rule about which subjects or topics, but generally anything about my love life is not written about; my crushes and my crushing defeats,

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Back in 1996, when I was 18 years old and e-mailing was still very new and we were all starting to make it a regular part of our existence, I remember there were very lively debates about formalities and punctuations in writing. All of the sudden our attention was drawn to which of us and our friends were terrible spellers and had terrible grammar and punctuation abilities. I remember cringing at

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I get warnings a lot from random internet sources-ones that say if I don't do something, sign up for something, pay for something, that something bad will happen. I have learned to turn a blind eye to most of these warnings. Recently Yahoo started sending me 'warnings' about my account's safety or something or other, about how I could be saved from potentially losing my password and other things.

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two very special women are in the process of traveling speedily towards me now from places very far away. one is in a car somewhere in TX and one is on a plane headed to Heathrow. also one very special dad will be driving my way in about 24 hours, give or take. not a one is coming to see me particularly, in fact, not a one of them has a primary destination of chicago, but i believe i shall see

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-67579739711194138622009-06-03T15:29:00.005-05:002009-06-03T15:59:57.339-05:00

....when people make appointments with me for the following day over email assuming I will get the email. I just found out I missed an appointment on Tuesday because they only decided to tell me about on Monday! And I haven't been on the internet for a couple days. Grr. There goes some money I could have made, down the drain. I have also had 'interviewers' do the same thing. Come ON, people.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-14113604480878480542009-05-30T13:40:00.002-05:002009-05-30T14:06:54.028-05:00

Last Thursday marked my first day at the beach. It was about 65 degrees and cloudy and not a bit of wind, which turned out to be the perfect playing conditions ever. There was no sun to blind me, no wind to blow my serves every which way, and just cool enough that long volleys didn't end in me gasping for air about to pass out with heat exhaustion. Also the guys who came out to play were great

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-73448120407479219832009-05-26T19:33:00.004-05:002009-05-26T19:48:59.818-05:00

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I am beginning to look into the option of getting an MBA (small yay) and in anticipation of the future, borrowed a couple books from the library the other day, one was entitled "101 Ways to Score Higher on Your GMAT." Great, right? I am so gonna smartify myself by doing all I can do to score HIGHER on the GMAT, starting with reading this book, right? Wrong. So far all the book has told me is how

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Recently I switched from the afternoon to the early morning swim and much to my chagrin, it is more crowded. And also to my surprise, I am the fastest morning swimmer in my lane, as opposed to being one of the slowest in the afternoon. But being underwater and being faster, I tend to creep up on other swimmers and I have discovered what I think is the primary reason I am the faster swimmer. A

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Lately I seem to keep finding these jobs that are, without a doubt, perfect for me. Almost as if they had my very own name written in the job title. And though this has happened to me before, in the past, and not culminated in anything notable, each time the rush is the same. The excitement is the same. The thoughts are the same. I start to think, "There is no way I am not getting this job! They

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-16802037740826786832009-05-06T20:38:00.003-05:002009-05-06T20:58:03.700-05:00

So for the past three months I have been waging a war on many fronts. I have had many battles, some lost, but overall I hope I am winning. I think the end is perhaps over the next hump but I am still climbing so I will not know for awhile yet. Most of the war is of extremely personal nature, most of it is internal,things from the long ago past that continue to creep up and remind me of things I

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-46847473137355049682009-04-18T16:12:00.002-05:002009-04-18T16:15:29.061-05:00

-i have begun to smell like ammonia.....bleh. what it means is there are not enough sugars in my body for the long runs i am taking. my body begins to breakdown amino acids, protein, in order to get energy. i have changed that by eating more carbs than i normally do the day before a long run, and drinking gatorade too, which helps. no more ammonia sweat.-also, twice now i have noticed a dusty

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-91919079238701195472009-04-16T13:01:00.004-05:002009-04-16T14:39:48.729-05:00

I am a career pedestrian, having never owned a car, I have a lifetime of ped stories up my bum and some are funny, some are horrifying, and some are just plain boring. But, as with anything in life, certain wisdoms and life lessons have developed from these experiences and while I'm certain that my anecdotes could make a book (hey maybe I should write a book about walking!!!! That is so a million

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When I choose to go to the coffee shop, rather than the library, for internet. Pay the expected amount of dollars for a beverage (and internet usage) and proceed to log on....and the damn shop's internet connection is not working properly. Then I have a full cup of tea and no way of doing the job stuff I meant to do and I want to kick someone because it is too late to change my mind and go the

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-38327415347299727932009-03-31T19:23:00.003-05:002009-03-31T19:39:29.261-05:00

I moved into this neighborhood nearly 4 years ago and I still cannot stop singing it's praises, but sadly I have failed to take full advantage of some of it's more convenient conveniences. I remember when I moved in being delighted in the to discover an Ace Hardware less than three blocks away-I remember going there to make spare keys once and discovering they had ever so much more than hardware!

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-39819064848211321982009-03-20T15:21:00.002-05:002009-03-20T15:37:19.606-05:00

"Climb up over the top.Survey the state of the soul.You’ve got to find out for yourself whether or not you’re truly trying.Why not give it a shot?Shake it, take control And inevitably wind upFinding for yourself All the strengths you have inside still rising..Climb up over the topSurvey the state of the soulYou’ve got to find out for yourself whether or not you’re truly tryingWhy not give it a

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-52082153240297493572009-03-19T17:10:00.002-05:002009-03-19T17:13:32.480-05:00

WATER-To dream that you are walking on water, suggests that you have supreme and ultimate control over your emotions. It may also suggest that you need to "stay on top" of your emotions and not let them explode out of hand. Alternatively, it is symbolic of faith in yourself. NIGHT-To have a dream that takes place at night, represents some major setbacks and obstacles in achieving your goals.

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If my laptop could talk he would be the poster child for the Little Train That Could....Every time I try to turn him on, he just sits there and does nothing and in my head I am imagining all of the little electrodes just loping around the inside of my baby trying to find the right places to go in order the get the engine started. If I press more delicately or firmly on the 'ON' button, nothing

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-7668647321246269402009-03-05T12:47:00.002-06:002009-03-05T13:39:16.390-06:00

One of my favorite memories from childhood is driving to Chicago after the Christmas holiday every year to visit my Grandma and my mom's siblings. There were always more presents and even better, Grandma's cooking. Her fudge and her chocolate chip cookies, cliche though it is, were THE BEST. But the thing I hungered for, the thing I fantasized about for months at a time, was her meat lasagna. I

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-3211881118893306072009-03-05T12:39:00.002-06:002009-03-05T12:47:40.668-06:00

It's the fourth day of the Fast and my prayers are ardent. Familiarity couples with newness to create a brand new Fast for me-one with more time for personal reflection and for waging new battles. I hope by the end of this one the strength I search for has found me. I also wonder what to wear to the Naw-Ruz party?

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-46135124897608292502009-03-05T12:17:00.002-06:002009-03-05T12:39:30.736-06:00

For the last, what is it, five years(?), I have been told numerous times that I would LOOOOOVE the show Lost. I have listened to thrilled peers as they ponder and worry and wait with anticipation for new episodes. I'll admit, I was intrigued. And given the slightly (or greatly) supernatural nature of the show, I assumed what friends have about me, which is that I would love the show. So finally a

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-81128119620394414582009-02-10T18:19:00.003-06:002009-02-10T18:22:26.075-06:00

This time around I am working the people angle, primarily focusing on opportunities that come with the added bonus of a friendly friend or past acquaintance recommendation attached to it. Hopefully this will spin me into the world of wonder at a much faster pace. In other news, last night I dreamt I was in a triathlon and I was swimming in very cold water and my arms were made of non-wet

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-64102168198466578282009-02-03T18:01:00.002-06:002009-02-03T18:30:40.892-06:00

Monday morning when I went into work I felt a bit of culture shock. Perhaps because the weekend was so....in my element. I was with friends and people who love and honor me and I laughed and slept and worked out and had time alone. So when the first person of the morning inevitably asked me how I was doing I gave the cursory and truthful, 'I'm ok.' My feelings were parallel to that of a person

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-40937117071626754652009-01-20T18:31:00.002-06:002009-01-20T18:32:48.996-06:00

facebook sometimes makes me jealous of other people's lives and friendships. grr. argh. need to work on that since i am totally manifesting greatness in lives and friendships THIS year. for real yo.

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-77537724356464216972009-01-20T16:40:00.001-06:002009-01-20T16:45:04.313-06:00

The most true article ever written about how I feel right now

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-14261178492070749442008-12-26T13:18:00.002-06:002008-12-26T13:59:45.545-06:00

Growing up I was mostly ever surrounded by Christians and Jews or people who lived a more Christian or Jewish slant to their lives, which meant that this time of year was always full of holiday something. And we talked about and understood the concept of tolerance. We had trees and menorahs and Kwanzaa would usually find its way into the mix as well. Inevitably, there was always the disgruntled

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-14998193091837601332008-12-23T14:53:00.004-06:002008-12-23T15:36:37.585-06:00

I have to admit, I have been mighty pleased with this year's weather so far. Soooo pretty. A lovely white Christmas. I have scoffed at coworkers' insistence that this year, over all years ever, is the WORST ever. I mean, really? Every year some whiny, pitiable soul is determined to milk my sympathy for all it's worth over his or her suffering. It's soo cold, so nasty, they say. Well, it is every

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-45422137116331353162008-12-12T12:49:00.001-06:002008-12-12T12:49:37.805-06:00

Boo on bloating. That is all...

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Because at 8am I enjoy the cold. I feel pleasant and am generally productive. At 7pm I hate the world and all it's cold darkness and I just want to be at home hidden away....

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I am working on my timeliness. I am not necessarily chronically late-there are things I am on time for but not a lot. But as I attempt to stop showing up 10 minutes late for work I have learned some things. If I leave my house at 7:30am, I get to work around 8:38-8:45If I leave my house at 7:40am, I get to work around 8:27-8:40If I leave my house at 7:45am, I get to work around 8:40-8:49If I

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-66367423260315056542008-11-11T11:18:00.004-06:002008-11-13T14:14:54.972-06:00

Although not raised strictly religious, my family celebrated the Christian holidays with gusto. Our religious involvement amounted to a prayer before the meal- a song sung slightly off-key; you may know the tune: "O the Lord is good to me, and so I thank the Lord, for giving me the things I need, the sun and the rain and the appleseed. The Lord is good to me. Amen. Amen. Amen, amen, amen.

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MOMNov 4, 2008Dear Gina, Leslie, Louis, Jeffrey and Nathan, What a historic moment we have all just witnessed. I have been texting and/or talking with each you on the phone tonight, sharing this experience. I am moved to tears when I think about what this means. Kayla will never know a country where this was not possible. Young people, even all those country white boys in Wisconsin that Nathan

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-9798585348730290252008-11-03T14:45:00.001-06:002008-11-03T14:53:29.525-06:00

I am not a fan of being cold. I am one of those people who is always cold. I have a love/hate relationship with winter, in that I love it's beauty and the wonderful things that happen every time it gets cold(my bday, my adoption anniversary, the holidays) but I absolutely HATE being cold. There it is. I live with it. I must confess that I have a thought every time it is unseasonably warm out, a

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-62704854965554738552008-10-27T19:43:00.002-05:002008-10-27T19:51:02.132-05:00

this weekend i slept a whole wide bunch and it was nice. think i was fighting a cold. also i went on a blind date. it was pleasant. nice fellow. no future romantically i think but perhaps a new friend? he is an astrophysicist, which was interesting enough. went to a talk and a party and vacillated between contentment and discontent-as to be expected when one is genuinely working to define love

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-81438767141377977732008-10-24T11:37:00.002-05:002008-10-24T13:39:02.673-05:00

This weekend I am embarking on something a certain intuitive healer assured me was a waste of time, romantically. In fact, just to reiterate, or iterate, as it were, she said very distinctly almost 2 years ago that I was not dateable. Not a bit. I hadn’t even brought it up-she did. I had gone to speak with her about careers and food and when we were done she asked if we could talk about that

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-84450237097062046662008-10-16T11:05:00.002-05:002008-10-16T11:24:16.354-05:00

Had a damn good swim this morning. Half a mile. 18 laps. Feeling all strong. Maybe it's because I did those flip turns. I actually swam 4 full laps with 8 proper flip turns. Like a fish. Definitely like a pro. Well. Kind of. I only got water up my nose once. Look out triathlon, here I come!

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-4971430628443086542008-10-13T12:53:00.004-05:002008-10-13T13:01:43.577-05:00

so many bloggable things these days. yet today i pick the dreams because they were vivid and tangible. visceral. rememberable. (yes it's a word. what?) to put it briefly, my dreams last night involved me climbing through ceilings and up stairs on a quest that i knew i was bound to conquer. i was very strong and...not quite human. but we will not dwell on that. i woke up feeling pretty good. from

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-10928401583976620982008-10-07T13:35:00.001-05:002008-10-07T13:35:52.420-05:00

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-17573312594124941952008-10-06T11:34:00.003-05:002008-10-07T09:18:59.745-05:00

i know i am usually pretty forthright in my writing, revealing more than many would. but suffice it to say what i do write about sometimes barely scratches the surface at what i think or experience. lately i have been going through something that is more than what i would write about here. suffice it to say i have been feeling some urges lately. not to smoke. which is interesting. but definitiely

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-6336053986451983072008-10-03T15:59:00.000-05:002008-10-03T16:00:52.062-05:00

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-75390831041034421742008-10-01T19:47:00.002-05:002008-10-01T20:17:46.383-05:00

I don't know quite when it started, perhaps way back when, when for several Halloweens in a row I was grounded, on restrictions, and not allowed to even dress up, much less go get all the candy, but at some point I developed a high standard of the holiday, and subconsciously concluded that I would try and take as much advantage of it in my adult life as possible. So much so that each year I fret

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-58724283178812426992008-09-30T16:29:00.002-05:002008-09-30T16:31:04.349-05:00

Natives who beat drums to drive off evil spirits are objects of scorn to smart Americans who blow horns to break up traffic jams. -from a book from another book by an inscrutably wise person who I admire

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-81433209077632567682008-09-28T17:27:00.002-05:002008-09-28T17:47:57.116-05:00

I am struggling to find words to express my current state, and I am sitting at my friends computer torn between socializing and expounding, between developing deeper bonds with the outside world or exploring a deeper bond with myself. I want to iterate, although there is no re there as I am certain I have not yet made this clear with anyone on the blogosphere... I am by no means thinking I will

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-18035572536026209462008-09-26T17:52:00.001-05:002008-09-26T17:55:23.502-05:00

urglebeckle adj. The feeling of extreme discomfort following an incident of an inexplicable outburst of some sort in front of an individual for whom you hold a torch. Often exemplified by the feeling of not fitting within your own skin and accompanied by loud, verbal outbursts to no one in particular, regardless of if one is alone or completely surrounded by strangers. Can last for up to four

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-50961687044706987522008-09-25T18:45:00.002-05:002008-09-25T19:05:38.764-05:00

i thought about it some more and let it settle in and i still just don't want to ask someone out. maybe it's because my mom, in all of her feminist reverie* asked my dad out and now they are divorced. not because he or she did anything or are anything terrible, but because finally my dad had to admit-he just did not love her. and i don't want to spend the next 30 years of my life with someone who

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-87047294330083008372008-09-08T09:44:00.001-05:002008-09-08T12:40:05.157-05:00

I’ve been thinking for days about how to blog about the move. Wondering if I should talk about the process of cleansing that begins to happen but inevitably deteriorates into a frenzied throwing of things into boxes, with the half-ass promise to self to sort through it all later rather than leave it in the box for the next year or two. Or perhaps I could go over the way it feels to finally be

Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15804814945074017292noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979044.post-180008098231614262008-09-08T09:07:00.001-05:002008-09-08T09:09:20.077-05:00

yes its true. i am a little miffed about missing both Gossip Girl, (sadly I am not the least bit ashamed to admit this) and the Vikings v Packers game tonight.

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