He said next time he’d bring his gear. I thought “Am I insane?” Probably, but that never stopped me before. I’m talking plane jumping that is. 
Seems I’ve reached a new low or high depending on how you look at it..
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I work with an intriguing Oz man who blows into town every few months from our office in Melbourne. He barely talks about it really, but yet again with each work dinner I bring it up like a child who can’t wait to hear that one last bedtime story.
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So tell me all about it. What’s it like? I ask yet again.
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When he’s not programming for us down under, my workmate from Australia is jumping out of planes professionally and I’ve just signed myself up for my first jump in his care. (big gulp).
If I can skin and gut a rabbit with my bare hands for British royals, this should be but a breeze.
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I meet with bff for dinner and drinks tonight; Manhattan is more fired up than ever. I tell her that I’m going to jump out of a plane. I thought she’d shake me up and down, slap me silly or order me a stronger drink. Instead she leans into the table, looks me square in the eye and says “Can you take me with you?”
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We proceed to vent on how difficult it is at times, juggling it these days in the Big Apple as career women and parents in this economy. She the attorney, me the IT somebody and writer. Both of us just peaking in our careers. Out of college, it was smart and sexy to be wooed by Corporate America when we were single. We should have played dumb before settling down – we laugh, reaching our usual “if only…” moment.
Working mothers don’t need more coffeee. What we need is to jump out of planes.
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Fabulous 2012 interview being delivered to you this week. You won’t want to miss it! 
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