It’s official. I’m a nerd. A huge nerd.

Last night The King showed me this great new thing he found on our cable TV. You can get the radio on the TV. Now I’ve always known you could listen to music on it, but this is actual Washington state radio stations.

On the TV.

Radio on the TV.

How awesome is that?

The best part is that you can TiVo them (yes, we tried it out). So I can now TiVo NPR and listen to it whenever I want. This also means I won’t have to set the baby monitor by our only radio in the bedroom and use it to listen to the radio in the front room.

I am so going to spend today setting up the TiVo for all my favorite radio programs.

(you think I’m kidding.)

(I am so serious!)

The King does a lot of work for that one company that rhymes with Mordstrom. Their head office is right in downtown Seattle. The King has to go there a few times a week. Every time he goes there they ask to see Babboo. Today is the day that he’ll take Babboo over there so they can see him.

I’m so stressed out about what to dress Babboo in this morning. I mean, this is the head office for Mordstrom. They are fancy there. They don’t want to see him in some cheesy Carter’s pajamas (which he’s currently sporting, as we speak). No, he must look classy.

The baby owns very few classy outfits.

Looks like he’ll be wearing his Mr. T shirt. Again.

That’s classy, right?

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Will we ever get through all of your awesome questions? Slowly, but surely.

Whitney (who seriously has the prettiest blog) asked:

Ok, what quirks do you have? Everyone has them and I have about a million, i.e. I can’t stand to touch frosted glass. So, what’s weird about you?

Duh, there is nothing weird about me. (Frosted glass, really? Why?!)

I have so many quirks.

I’ve blogged about the number one one (haa!) before. Basically, I have to book in the shower as soon as I get home. You just never know what might be lurking behind the curtain.

I also have to have the alarm set so that I can wake up on an “8″. This one has been around since I was a little kid. (I know I’ve blogged about this one also, but I’m too lazy to find the link!) Since “8″ is my lucky number I feel like if I wake up on an “8″ my day will go well. I think the alarm is set for 5:08 right now.

Ella (who has a super fun blog all about gossip) asked quite a few questions:

Tell us about your work: What is it that you do for a construction firm? Do you like working in a male dominated industry? Do you find that it sometimes pays to be a girl or is it totally the opposite?

We all know it isn’t smart to talk too much about your place of employment on your blog. So I’ll try to be vague.

I work for a huge engineering firm. But I work in the very small construction management division. We manage huge construction projects. It’s great because construction projects only last so long, and then the building/parking garage/airport/library/train station is built and you get to move on to a different project. Sometimes I get to work in a construction trailer right on the construction site, sometimes I work at our main downtown office.

For the last few years (and during most of the pregnancy) I was working out on site. Now I’m back at our downtown office. I prefer the office. Mostly because it has running water and toilets. And also because it’s closer to home.

The project I’m on right now requires me to look at photos of specific types of buildings that we’ve inspected around America. What are in these photos? TOILETS. Yes, I look at toilets all day. And not just toilets, but pictures of toilets. Gag.

But I love this project. The people on my current team rock. (Did I mention this is also close to home? Because that’s a big bonus for me!)

I don’t mind working in a totally male dominated field. Sometimes I don’t even notice.

Do I think it pays to be a female in this field? Not at all. Do I get sexually harassed on a monthly basis? Sure. Do I complain? Sometimes. Will I quit because of it? Heck no.

I really do like my job. And as long as they pay me to show up and learn and have fun, then I’ll keep coming back.

Would you pose nude in a magazine for 10 million dollars?

Depends on what magazine. I would think about seriously if it was a parenting-type magazine and it was a picture of me being pregnant. But like a sexy magazine? Probably not. I don’t think my family would like that. Or my husband.

Is there one thing that you regret doing and if you could would you go back and change it even if it altered the rest of your life, ala Butterfly Effect?

Oh my gosh, this answer is going to be so lame (and I sort of just answered this on in a comment on Frema’s blog.)

I really don’t think I would change anything. Because everything I’ve done or gone through in my life has made me who I am. And I’m sort of attached to me.

(Well, I may have gotten into the planning for our wedding a little more. I sort of left it up to The King and it might have been fun to have planned it together.)

Amieable (who has the best pictures of herself on her “about” pages) asked:

How and when did you decide to not use the King’s and Babboo’s real names?

Well, since I don’t even use my own real name on the blog, I figured I probably shouldn’t use their names either. Like I’ve said before, I am so lame about coming up with fake names. So The King and Babboo’s fake names are lame.

And since I feel like an idiot using “The King” in e-mail to people, I usually just use his real name. His real name is pretty common, so I don’t think a stalker would figure much out if they knew it. Babboo is my sweet baby, and we must do everything we can to protect him. So I don’t use his real name.

I think that by calling my husband “The King” it makes it sound like he is you know, The King of me. Which he isn’t. I call him “The King” basically because well…because that’s part of his name. See, I’m not very clever.

Karrianne (who recently got engaged to Chris, hooray) asked:

If you lived on a desert island and could only bring one album (a cd, if you will), only ONE, which would you take?

I know I’ve shared with you my love for all things Old 97’s & Rhett Miller, so you are probably thinking I would say one of their albums. But I’m not. (Rhett, don’t be mad. I know I just told you yesterday about this blog, so you are probably reading today for the first time. Have no fear, I will always love you.)

If I could bring one album it would be Paul Simon, Concert in the Park. It’s a 2 CD set so you know it’s loaded with tons of good stuff.

What album would you bring??

(I’m still looking for suggestions for my free download on iTunes. I used the one I had and won 5 more free downloads and then a friend gave me another free download. Basically I’m swimming in free downloads!) (I told you I win everything.)