This just makes me chuckle. Yeah, I would feel bad about this country, too...After all - the poor little fellow did so much for this country. He came here illegally...took the job that a legal citizen could have enjoyed...didn't pay taxes...and decided to take money from the American economy to add to the failing economy of his wonderful home country. And to top it all off...he even managed to never learn the language. Wow.

Check it out here at:
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/09/27/immigrant.money/index.html?iref=mpstoryview

After all the talk about "dirty Americans," I have just one thing to say...At least when we go to a country and decide to make pigs of ourselves by not adapting to the culture there, we contribute tourism dollars. We don't decide to take up residence and drain the social security fund without contributing tax dollars and still complain about the government and not even bother to learn to speak the language correctly.

And another thing...I am sick of the commentary of complete strangers on the condition of my stomach. I am sick of questions like..."How much do you eat to get that big?"..."How many babies are in there?"..."You are small to be almost 9months pregnant."..."What you havin'?Oh yeah, I could tell...I have 20 first cousins." Guess what, buddy - I got you beat. I have almost thirty first cousins. And I don't care about you, or your family, or what you think about my body. The next stranger to give their opinion on my body is going to get a bloody nose.

I have about four weeks to go...and people better stay out of my way if they know what is good for them. It could be hazardous to your health to mess with a very pregnant woman.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a car like Kit? I can see it all now...

"Kit, looks like we're going to the park AND the library today."

"Does this mean what I think that it means, Mrs.Phreedom?"

"Yep. You're going on auto, and we are going to go on 85, 285, AND 75...I'll take over driving once we are on 120...or maybe not."

Last weekend was so WONDERFUL! We took Bear to two different parks...one near Roswell and one near Marietta. And...we went to the antique festival in Marietta on Saturday...then on to get a snack from Chik-fil-A - my craving du jour - and then on to the park near Roswell. On Sunday morning... we tried to find a church. And I found myself getting up and finally leaving in disgust. It makes me shake with rage to hear God's Word distorted and twisted to back up self-interested ideas. I think that it finally became too much when the altar call became a call to membership to the church. Some churches should read what happened to David when he counted the fighting men-not that I think that it is wrong for churches to count attendance...I wouldn't do it personally, but...to make an increase in numbers the primary focus and goal of the church. Come on...

After our church experience...we decided to go to Madeliene's. So YUMMY! We even splurged and ate a fruit tart...only a little Bear decided that he wanted all of the blueberries from it. So, we headed over to the park in East Cobb. I was really surprised to find that it was such a nice park! And there were actually other parents who were actively watching their children! Can you believe it?! My son found an admirer in an adorable 17 month old little girl - who shocked even him with a huge bear hug. When he wouldn't return her advances, she toddled off with her father chasing behind her. Of course, bear went the other way with his Daddy behind him...leaving the moms to chat. Her parents were really nice and we decided to set up a playdate some time. And to top it off, the weather was so beautiful and cool. I love fall.

So...that is just a little update for anyone who cares...And now I am off to clean up and bemoan my fate as a prisoner of this tiny space on such a beautiful day. Woe is me...

I can't believe that my little girl should be here in less than 2 months. Wow. My goal today is to find those cute little headbands with the bow on them for her to wear until I can actually put bows in her hair. I can't think of anything more wonderful than being a mother to two wonderful little babies...unless it is being a mother to ten wonderful little babies. It is such a wonderful feeling to be needed. My little bear cubs are so dependent on me...and they love me in such a wonderful, special way. You can't imagine it until you experience it. Truly a blessing from God.

I am still trying to adjust to Atlanta. And I am more and more convinced that I am definitely not a big city girl. My dream is still to get 20 acres in the middle of nowhere with a big, white farm house just big enough to hold me, Hubby, and all of our babies. But, adjusting I am because I absolutely love Hubby's new job. How wonderful to have him home in the evenings! I live for the time of day when I hear his key in the lock and see my little boy call "Daddy!" and start for the door. I love being able to cook for him and have family suppers around the table.

Some of the other positive things about being here...
-a neat little bakery chain that sells really good crepes and really beautiful pastries...
-a really wonderful Mexican restaurant that puts Monterreys' to shame, but is still really cheap
-Roswell and Marietta...both really cute little cities with tons of antique stores
-a Stride Rite outlet and a Carter's outlet
-7 Ethan Allen stores in the city
-a Gone With the Wind museum...and the Cabbage Patch nursery not too far away!
-no smoking allowed in any restaurant that serves children under 18. Woohoo!!
-...the possibility, perhaps, of finding out that there may be more positive things about this area that I might discover, if I am persistent, within the next 20 years...but I still seriously have my doubts...