I think that Atlanta is about as Southern as Florida. Which is just to say that it is not. But at least it is good to know that there are pockets outside of Atlanta where Southern heritage is celebrated and Sherman is hated still.

Only two more months until my baby girl arrives...or maybe a little less. I have been in search of bows for her hair...Such a hard thing to find. Who would have imagined...

Isn't it funny that before Peanut arrived I was scared to pieces of having a little hellion when he started walking...Things actually get easier the older he gets. And parenting is more rewarding. What an awesome feeling it is every time that he brings me a book and plops down into my lap for me to read it to him...or when I catch him with a dust rag wiping down the furniture with Mommy when I dust. I can't wait to have two babies. I have no fear but that they will love each other. But for all of the horror stories I hear, I loved having my little brother. Who else would have let me play like Barbie was GI Joe's mommy? My only concern is that I will have to be careful to make sure that he isn't too rough with his little sister in his enthusiasm to hold and see the new baby.

Some day when I am dead and gone...Hubby will find himself a wilderness woman. She'll scrub her face on a rock in a murky stream. And fry him up a mess of crickets for dinner. She'll go a month between shaving her legs. And her favorite colors will be tan, red, and camouflage (...did I spell that right?)... She won't need a bathhouse when she camps...just a shovel and a corn cob. And she will laugh at the thought of a shower on vacation. She'll put on extra weight in the winter for insulation against the cold...and until she loses it again...she'll be his shade for sun in the summer. She'll be able to tree a squirrel better that any old hound dog. And she'll boss his butt around with a voice louder and more harsh than any man's. And I am going to sit up in heaven and laugh at him. And think about all of the times that he called my form of survival camping in the wilds of a campground for 1 night max "campering." It most definitely is not "campering" to fight off bugs all by yourself in a dirty bathhouse. It is a scary fight for survival...