09 August, 2007

Hotlanta

I am in Hotlanta now. Except for this week...but that's a long story. Renting out a house is no fun...especially in the days before it is rented.

I am scared that my babies will grow up talking like Yankees...or midWesteners - which is the preferred "American" dialect these days. Not that I have a Southern accent...but I always had such high hopes for my little ones. Everyone in Atlanta that I have heard speak, speaks just like a durn Yankee.

A few things that I have learned from moving...
1. Never hire movers... what a pain in the heinie!
2.Spanish soap operas are so much cooler than American soap operas...and the talk shows are so much more entertaining...even if you don't understand 90% of what is going on.
3.Throwing away what feels to be 1/3 of all of your earthly belongings to move is dramatic, traumatic, and a little empowering. I feel as if my soul in lighter now. Don't ask me why.

It all happened so fast...I am not even sure who knows that we are gone and who doesn't. By the way...I am trying to convince baby girl to make her debut in 10 weeks. Pregnancy is no fun anymore when it lingers on.

Oh...here is just one reason that I am convinced that I have the smartest baby boy in the universe...Hubby came home the other day when I was cleaning the back bedroom. And Peanut was playing with his toys in the livingroom. He came and got me when his Daddy was trying to get into the door (we have one of those locks that can only be unlocked from the inside...). He walked to the doorway of the bedroom, pointed tothe door, and said "Dada." I asked him if his Daddy was home and he started walking to the door. I had never heard Hubby knock at the door because the fan was running in the room with me. Thank goodness for my smart little boy...

Did you know that they charge $10 to see a cow eat grass here? Just as soon as I get a little bit of land, I am going to put a cow on it and start raking in some cash. Yankees who conglomerate down South are just plain stupid. Can you imagine what they would pay to see a chicken?

2 comments:

Alison said...

My good and dear friend!! So, you're gone..... poof. But I know you'll be back. I'll miss you so much. Our trips to the zoo to see those cows, craft days with you (the time we made aprons) and just hanging out. I can't believe Micky is walking!! ....And you're little girl is almost here! wow. love you "googies"

Journal of Journeys said...

Victoria (Middle Name) Jumper French you better call me or else!! :) .... I'll call you :)