They gave me the milk carton flat, so I had to fold it and put it together, and I taped the bottom, so it's a little rocky. But it's lasted almost 21 years like this.
The other eight pictures include two photo buttons, on the top right, as well as a business card with your photo on it that is sticking out of the little basket. Most of the other pics are pretty easy to see.
So today's Where's Michaela is a little more difficult. These are photos from my cubicle at work. Taking good photos there was a challenge for some reason, so I took several different views ... and still you may have a hard time making out the pictures. But you can try, and again, I'll tell you the correct answer tomorrow.
Okay, I'll answer one question. Yes, I have your photo on a tote bag. And I carry that tote bag all over the place with me. I have to confess, I have a minor addition to vistaprint. They are always sending me e-mails offering free products if you just pay the shipping. So I have all sorts of things with your picture on them. Business cards, tote bags, stickers, magnets.
Anyway, as you can see, I have a job. I'm a paralegal, and I work mostly in immigration law. I like my job. It's interesting, and I work with very nice people, and I generally feel as though I am doing some good in the world. Or trying to, anyway. I really care about my clients, and I get very close to many of them, so it makes me sad when we can't help them. I've only been a paralegal for a couple of years. Before that I worked in the office at our local high school. I really enjoyed that. I love teenagers and young adults, and I liked being there when the kids were there. I started working there when Libby was in school, and when I told her she said, "You're doing WHAT?" But it must not have been too bad because she and her friends came into the office to eat their lunch more days than not. I hardly ever saw Robbie or Ariel. And I left before Johnna started there.
But today I was thinking about when we watched that movie about the woman who inherited a baby from a relative who had died. The woman had been a high powered, ambitious executive, and she ended up quitting her job and moving to the country with the baby. I remember you cried, and you said, "When I grow up, I want to be just like you, and stay home to take care of my children." And you know, that's where my heart has always been, at home with my kids. Now they've gotten old enough that they really don't miss me when I'm gone, and they don't usually need me, except for Johnna who needs rides still because she doens't drive yet. Now I have dogs who really miss me when I'm gone, and I feel bad about leaving them all day when I go to work!
So I wonder, do you have children? And do you get to stay home with them? I can't imagine you going out to work every day, but I can't imagine where you are at all. Perhaps you are with someone you really like, someone you really care about. Perhaps you are afraid to come home because you don't want to get him in trouble. Have I said this before, or have I just thought it? I can understand that. But I really need to know that you are okay. And if you have children, I'd love to at least see a photo.
But you know what I'd really love to do, is I'd love to hold you in my arms. I just want to hold you, and pour out all the love I haven't been able to give you in the last almost 21 years.
To start with, I'd be happy to get an e-mail, a comment on this blog. Anything. Just let me know you are okay, please?
Love you forever, Michaela. You are still my baby girl.