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Friday, March 31, 2006
HOW MUCH CAN YOU GET FOR A KIDNEY?
Our house is too small. For four people and three dogs, that is. I remember when we moved in to this cozy, sweet craftsman in the valley with its spacious front yard, beamed ceilings and one bathroom. We were totally in love. Now, we're bumping into each other, tripping over our Bernese Mountain Dog and cluless about where we're going to put our baby boy.
To find a solution to this problem, we made a list:
1. How about a covered Porch? (It's L.A., but it does it cold at night...and then there's the coyotes)
2. Maybe stick him in the bathtub? (but then again, we only have the one...)
3. How about our room? (which means our bed, which means that I can offically pronouce romance dead in our house)
4. Here's a though; the peach tree out front? (orchard supply has some great products we could use for a nest)
No?
No.
Well, with further thought, we decided that these ideas didn't work. Go figure. The baby-sized nest was ingenious, in my opinion but just didn't "fly" with Daniel. (sorry, couldn't resist) Instead, we got our contractor from the last time we remodeled to work up some numbers. We thought, a brand new kitchen with a large playroom attached, then the kids could share a room.
Great idea!
For a month, we looked at every kitchen remodel book we could find, dreaming of Wolf stoves and custom cabinets, thinking we could stay within our budget.
"What fools"- I know you're thinking it, maybe even saying it out loud!
Well, clearly we are. Last night our estimate came, swathed in a solid gold envelope, no less. (which should have tipped us off) I couldn't get air to my lungs for a good 40 minutes after reading it. Wait! Stop. HOW MUCH? Okay, that must be a typo! What's with the extra zero....
Deep into the night, I wondered how we're going to pay for this. Parents? Preggo modeling? Hey - maybe I should I make another list??
Then it hit me - seel some kidneys. Mine and Daniel's. An easy 20 grand, right? But where do people buy such things? Or, maybe the question should be, where do we sell such a thing? Ebay? Craig's List? Do we have to travel to Gutalahara and wait for the surgeon to meet us in a dark alley behind the divethat sells Spanish fly?
"Just lay down here and try to get comfortable. This'll only take a few minutes. I know it's wet,
but I'd wager it's not urine. Just remember after we're done, you'll have to run over to Gutalahara General to get sewn up."
Hmmmmm, maybe not.
Any other thoughts?
posted by Laura Wright at 8:17 AM
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5 Comments:
Laura Wright said...
Just a quick thank you to everyone who read this blog this week. I had a blast!
Laura
8:20 AM
Playground Monitor said...
Put Isa on a street corner with a cute hat and a tin cup?
When my DH was small, his family had gone into town to shop. While his mom was in the department store, he was with his dad waiting outside. His dad, who also happened to be the local Baptist preacher, gave him a paper cup he found on the street and told DH to stand there and smile at people and hold out the cup. By the time his mom came out of the department store, he had about a dozen coins in the cup. Of course his mother was scandalized; his father thought it was a riot.
So... Just don't take her where Kendra's mom shops. ;-)
Thanks for sharing with us this week, Laura. And here's to a great birth!
Marilyn
9:44 AM
Latesha said...
Laura,
Thanks for sharing with us this week. I hope that you find a nice place to nest your little one without it breaking the bank.
7:25 PM
Estella said...
Enjoyed reading your blog.
7:38 PM
Anne McAllister said...
Laura, I totally sympathize.
When my third kid was born we were living in a tiny tiny tiny house. Husband and I were sleeping on the sofa in the living room and the two kids we already had were in the bedroom. And when #3 was born, he got to sleep in his pram in the entryway. The whole point of having a pram and not a stroller was that he could really sleep in it -- as a bed/bassinette/crib for a few months. And it worked.
Trouble was, the entry hall was pretty much a stop-gap sort of deal. It was a room about 4 feet square! But at least it had a door between it and the living room. I could get him to sleep, put him in the pram, roll him in there and shut the door so the other kids didn't wake him up.
That was the theory anyway. And it mostly worked until he was old enough to sit up and start thinking he could get out of the pram. Before he did, we decided to stick all three together in the one bedroom. We never got a lick of sleep all that winter -- and in the next spring, we bought a four bedroom house!
Good luck finding a bedroom for your little fellow.
And thanks for blogging us along this week! Happy April to all! See you on the 17th!
Anne McAllister
10:19 PM
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