emails and babies

So what is up with those emails that you get from your friends that say, "don't open any emails from friends that have attachments coz they are going to ruin yer machine and let me tell you how they'll do that...so forward this email to everyone you know." I read them, I don't know if I retain the information or not, coz my friends are always sending attachments, my mom sends me attachments...and the latest craze is to get sucked into/peer in the windows of/jump feet first into websites that promise lots of good times/offer up something you might find interesting and then before you know it, you have to send your friends invitations/you choose to send your friends invitations...I mean, I delete them all the time so I'm likely safe this round, but gawd. I don't know if I'd remember to "KEEP OUT" or not. I forward them sometimes, sometimes not. I mean, I understand that some people have nothing better to do than create viruses, or that is their hobby because they can't draw or whatever...but sheesh.

Meanwhile, a friend of mine has sent pictures of her ultrasound to me. There is a baby in her belly! And while its not the first time I've seen a picture of a baby in a belly in black and white, it is the first time I've ever felt a little bit of excitement for someone else having a baby. Really. I mean, everybody procreates...or has...and I'm such a "NO BABY" person, but for this friend...well. I know that one of the first things I remember her saying is that she really wished to be married and have babies...at the time I thought, "?!?" because she is so talented and interesting and social...it was a something to me that meant, "twenty five to life without parole" and it made me cringe whenever somebody said that they wanted babies, I mean, I knew enough people at the time who didn't aye or nay the baby situation and had them anyway and I poked my nose into their lives often enough that I figured the concensus was "babies suck". Shortly after my operation I had the YEARNING for a baby...I dreamt about having them, would lay on the bed in a depressed "C" formation wondering how I could have a baby now, after a hystericalectomy...and knowing that it was a choice/option that was no longer available to me. I think it is because it is something that she wants, and because I adore her to bits and I know the trials she's had and she'd said that if she didn't get pregnant soon she likely wouldn't have any babies at all - which I knew would sit with her for life...well. I am hopeful and tinglybummed for her. A gentle hug to you, Bob, and I know you'll be doing everything that you should to keep your body strong.

Nobody touched the car overnight. Colin dropped off a non-working camera for me last night...I loaded it with fresh film and new batteries and nothing. He said he'll drop off a different camera for me today. I told Kevin, the boy next door, that I had started a paper trail regarding the car and he said he'd keep an eye out for me, and I looped the cord over the side mirror a few times then draped the cord over the hood and left enough room for it to go under the bumper a bit and then plug into the block heater. We'll see...it is warming up out there and by Monday, plugging the car in for an hour and a half should be sufficient, if at all necessary.

I'm not leaving the house today anyway. I cleaned it last night somewhat in preparation for my sister and brother in law to come over, and I've got an altered book to finish and others to start, and I'm going to spend the day gluing and such. The sun is shining brightly and I can hardly see the screen right now, so perhaps I'll add some later.

xoxo
lili