Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I have been chuckling to myself all day... "ha, ha hacker, you cannot steal the identity of someone in an active identity crisis!"
But you can. And they did.
Both of my emails are out of commission. One frozen pending investigation. The other wiped clean. No emails, no contacts. As if I just started it yesterday.
The first email I sent my husband, after that fateful meeting in the bookstore.
The story ideas that I emailed myself.
The latest copy of my resume, the correspondence with important and famous people, the first picture of my nephew that my sister emailed me.
Gone. Gone. Gone.
Remember how in that post a few days ago, I said the only way through this was one baby step at a time... well, now it's really true.
I cannot be deterred. I can only rebuild. One email at a time.
Now, this blog is linked to those emails that are now tainted, defiled, corrupted. The future of us here as we know it is uncertain.
And do me a favor, if you really love this blog... leave a message in the comments, or friend me on Facebook. I have no other way to get in touch with you if we have to go to another venue.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Well, today it happened.
I was loaded up with laundry, about to walk out the door while Charles watched the baby.
She looked at me, looked at him, got a bit panicked and said "Mama!"
Charles said later that I looked like I was about to drop everything and go to her. He is right, I almost did. But instead I said, "be right back!"
I must admit that I loaded the laundry at top speed, trying to get back to my little talker. She said it again later, holding on tight to me while we walked down the hallway, patting my chest saying "ma-ma, ma-ma, ma-ma"
Also of note today, she was standing by the bookcase, I told her to pick the bedtime book she wanted to read, she picked up "We're Going on a Bear Hunt" bobbed up and down like she does while we're reading it and said "Bea..."
Who knew that 9-almost-10 month olds understood so much? Remembered so much? Had such complex emotions?
Not this Mama.