Two minutes!  I promised myself I'd post here every day, rain or shine.  Didn't know it would really rain, with lightning and thunder that reminded me of the news story about the kid who was nearly electrocuted through his pc during a lightning storm.  Gotta hurry, hurry!  That pc I need to re-bid on? Bid closes at midnight and if I --

OH NO!

Alllll riiight!  A place to write more stuff!

That's all I really wanted, anyway.  Never liked folks who pawn off their old stuff, whether it's at yard sales, flea markets, or the classifieds.  And I've never used ebay before.  But my cousin?  She is so into this ebay thing now -- she buys vitamins, make-up, toys for her grandkids, and she's really into some kind of old used doll.  She says they're "Rebounds".  Met a few real kids like that when I was teaching; hardly see the need to make fake ones.

But she says I can post a Blog there without buying anything; I don't even have to look at stuff.  That's what I want; so here I am.

Ha!  ebay.  Every time I'm at her place, my cousin is hopping up and down to get the door, check the mail.  Every UPS man, mail carrier, FedEx gal, whoever, they're on a first-name basis.  So she stacks them inside, then grabs this package and that, bounds into her room, rips it open, while the rest of us sit there in the living room discussing difficult husbands and gentle laxatives and the TV tries to flat-line us.  Meanwhile, we're working hard to ignore the giddy screams and ooohs and aaahs from down the hall.  A little melodramatic, if you ask me.

Wait:  Double-checked her email, and it's "Reborns".  Hm; sounds just as foolish.  Oh, what the heck, it won't kill me -- 

Okay, I'm looking it up: "Reborns".  I just know it's going to be some -- if I ever get there!  This stupid slow, slow computer!  This old thing has the memory of a menopausal mosquito and the speed of a saguaro.

Finally!

Hey. That's not a doll, that's a baby.  And, awww, she's beautiful.

Don't tell me -- it is  a doll?  Unbelievable!   She's got the sweetest little face!  They didn't make dolls like this when I was a kid, that's for sure.  There's more pictures?  Oh, why not.  Waiting, waiting, waiting, scrolling.  I hate this computer, I hate this pc, I hate -- there.  Oh, this is gorgeous: She's wearing a crocheted sweater and bonnet, and you should see the roses on her booties.  Look at those big blue eyes!  Oh, and -- my pc just now slapped up a background that should have been there all along . . . Wow!  This lady has made a whole store display here.

Scrolling.

NEW EYES?  No way!  They gouged her eyes out and put in NEW EYES?  That's outrageous; you just don't do things like that to a baby like this. 

Uh-oh: This one at the bottom is just scary.  Skinny little flaccid legs, dirty arms (grape juice stain?), half-bald and the hair that's still there looks like moldy straw, and -- ewwwww! -- one eye is crossed.  Now why would they put a picture of this poor ugly old thing next to that new dolly?  WHAT?  Do not tell me it's the same doll.

"In the reborning process . . . stripping . . . removing hair . . . painting from the inside" -- !  Incredible.  Well, I'd have known that before if this computer wasn't so slow.  I hate this!

Hey, wait a minute!  Let's see: Advanced Search . . . Personal Computer . . . I wonder if there's a sub-category for "memory like an elephant, speed like a gazelle"?