Wheee--four months along.
Latley I have grown out of all my pants and have been wearing more skirts. Maria just lent me a bunch of maternity pants though so now I am set. Another person I will firmly shake the hand of in heaven is the inventor of under the belly maternity pants. So much more comfortable.
Today we spent the entire day cleaning out our basement. We burnt large amounts of old college notes, papers, junk, etc, that has been sitting around our house. It was majorly theraputic to attempt to continue to declutter my life. For some reason burning things with memories attatched to them is much more satisfying then giving them to salvation army, who I know curses whenever they see my car driving off with its latest deposit there for them to rifle through. (Though of course burning almost anything is loads of fun. . . )
Of course I don't know if you all remember the days of livejournal when I linked to that girl who had totally embraced compacting andf manageed to fit all her family's essentials in a non cluttered way into that tiny 400 square foot apartment. I'm far away from that but I honestly am not the kind of person who loves living in huge spaces. It just stresses me out. I love visiting them, but I would be so happy in a small cottage. Of course it would be fabulous if all my freinds owned mansions, as they are so much fun to explore.
I suppose also it would be fun to live in a masnion with tons of other people so you only had to clean your little section of it. . . . .
sorry now I am rambling.. . .
In other news we sold our old car to a mexican man. He was awesomely hillarious. I think my favorite thing was when he said "come on, de money ees talking!!!!" Anyway it is nice to have just one car in our driveway again. . .
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i keep trying to call you, and no one ever picks up. so I am sending you an email. and posting on your blog.
I'll have a big house, with lots of land that you and your little ones can come explore anytime. of course--it'll be a long time from now. :)
Nice Belly, Anna! Don't tell anyone, but I'm considering switching to Blogspot just so I can post belly pictures and later on baby pictures.
Okay, so speaking of simplicity: I read this article in an old Better Homes & Gardens about this couple who majorly reduced their lifestyle after all their kids grew up. They moved into an 1880's carriage house that had been converted into a cottage in the 1920's and decided to live simply. Except, in doing so they spend TRAZILLIONS of dollars and basically re-did the entire house. They knocked down two walls, among other major (and probably unneccessary) renovations. Isn't that stupid? I hate articles that advise simple living and then go on to say that you have to be a multi-millionaire to do so.
How much is a trazillion? Is it more than a billion? Less than a trillion? More than both put together? I have now switched to imagining winning a trazillion dollars in the lottery. I could do much more with a trazillion than I could with a billion.
M.
I don't know how much is a trazillion, but here's a joke:
3 Brazilian American soldiers were killed in combat in Iraq and the US Army General was telling President Bush about it, who was very filled with anguish.
"Don't worry, Mr. President," Says the Army General, "It was for the good of the country and we expected to lose some troops. Part of fighting a war is casualties, and we just need to press on galantly."
"Yes, yes," says President Bush, "But... I don't even know how many zeros are in three brazillion!
Anna,
I think you are having a boy. Your belly looks as round at 4 months with this baby as it looked at 6 months with Zita. I think your belly is bigger than mine. Maybe you're having a boy and I'm having a girl? That's what I think today.
Okay, Anna. I am going to go on record here and predict that you are having a boy and Annie is also having a boy. I am not exactly sure why I think so, but Annie's bambino is so active and yours seems to be so different from Zita and Angelica that I'm going to bet on a boy for both of you. I won't put any money on it, though. Love, Mama
PS Gee, this is like waiting for Christmas!
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