I’ve realized that I haven’t updated the interweb (or people I know IRL) that The King got a job. Oh yes, a real live job that pays him to show up and work. Okay, it’s 3 month contract job doing the same thing he did before for a different agency. But we’re pretty sure he’ll be able to stay on as long as he wants. He’s still looking for a job, but he’s not going to say no to the one he’s currently rocking.

Months ago, before The King lost his job back in July, we made a deal with Babboo. We told him that if he’d quit biting his nails that we’d buy him The Big Pirate Ship. We really weren’t sure this was going to work. But yeah, the kid quit biting his nails right away. And right before the losing of the job. So then we had to tell Babboo that we’d buy him The Big Pirate Ship once The King found a new job.

The day after The King got the job we bought The Big Pirate ship. My Sweet Babboo hasn’t quit playing with it ever since. It maybe only intensified his already intense love for Playmobil pirates.

(He prefers to play with it in our bedroom. He says the “ocean” is better in there.)

I maybe also forgot to mention that for Christmas my parents bought us all plane tickets to come and visit them in January! I’m always happy anytime they offer money towards plane tickets to Utah. Babboo is over two and is now required to have his own seat. Flying is a lot of money, yo! (How do people with more then one kid afford it. Seriously, what do the Duggers pay when they fly?) (Speaking of the Duggers, you now how they’ve named all their kids “J” names? Yeah, so did my parents. It’s the one thing we have in common with them. Well, except for our love of God.)

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, our trip to visit my family.

So yeah, we headed to Utah a few weeks ago and while it was snowy and pretty cold, we still had fun. We talked my parents into geocaching for the first time. It was our first time geocaching in the snow. And let me tell you, it’s even harder to find a cache when it’s under three feet of snow. I think my parents liked it. I think.

We also had the opportunity to drive up to Salt Lake City for a few hours. The King and I had never taken Babboo to visit Temple Square, so we went. It’s always so special to be around such a beautiful building. (The SLC temple was the first temple I attended at the ripe old young age of 22.)

After walking around the temple grounds we decided to check out one of the many museums there. Babboo particularly enjoyed seeing the original pulpit from the old Tabernacle. (You can just barely see his little head peeking up over the top. He seriously stood up there on his own and began talking about Jesus. It was pretty sweet.)

Oh yeah, he also got to play with my younger brother’s real lightsaber. It makes the “whoose” noise and everything. (Check me out, I even knew that it was Darth Vader’s lightsaber because he has the red one. NERD!)

Right after returning from our little trip to Utah, I headed to Oklahoma City for an entire week for work. Just like Utah OKC was cold and snowy. BTW, I had to work outside for part of the day everyday. It was cold and wet and I wasn’t happy.

The low point of the week was when my coworker tricked me into visiting the Oklahoma City Bombing Memorial. I did not want to go. I already had a tender heart that week and I knew going there would only intensify those feelings. Plus, I didn’t want to cry in front of my coworker.

I’m not lying when I saw he tricked me to go there. Him doing that left a very bad taste in my mouth. I allowed him to snap a few pics and then I got the h-e double toothpicks outta there.

The low point of the week was, thankfully, quickly followed by the high point. The lovely Carrisa drove all the way from her home in Tulsa to come stay the night in OKC and hang out with me.

And it only got better as the night progressed…..

The always awesome and hilarious Shana from over at GorillaBuns came and had BBQ with us.

(This picture was totally staged. I can assure you that Shana ate her ribs with much more dignity and grace!)

Shanne and Carrisa gave me a lot of grief for the following things I’m going to tell you. You have to swear that you won’t give me grief too.

Say “I swear”.

Okay.

I had never eaten ribs before. NEVER. It wasn’t that I was against the idea of ribs, it just had never been offered to me before. I ate ribs. I liked ribs. I wasn’t sure why I had never had them before.

The next thing you can’t give me grief for is that I’ve never had fried okra. Honestly, I’m not even sure what okra is, let alone fried okra. This floored Carrisa and Shana. Seriously floored them. The promptly requested some friend okra from the waitress. Who promptly told us they were fresh out of okra.

After that Shana suggested I just buy some frozen fried okra at my local Seattle grocery store and give it a try.

She was even more floored when I assured her that my local grocery store wouldn’t carry fried okra in their frozen food section. She didn’t believe me. But yeah, they wouldn’t have it.

Now remember, you swore that you wouldn’t give me any grief for this. YOU SWORE!

Thanks to Shana and Carrisa for making my week away from my little family bearable. I’ll see you the next time I’m in OKC. (Which might be in March, BTW. I’ll keep you posted on my schedule!)

(Top of the list: “Yeah, I never really liked you that much!”)

I didn’t really give him any reason.  I just told him the old stand-by: “We’ve grown apart.”

He didn’t buy it.  He told me he believed the reason was simple.  And all my fault.

You see, months before, he and I had been hanging out at the local ShopKo.  I was messing around with the umbrellas in the kids section and had opened one of them up to see the design.  To say he freaked out would be an understatement.

FREAKED OUT!!

He started going on about the bad luck I had just caused to both of our lives.

I admit I was a little confused.  While I had heard that opening an umbrella inside was considered bad luck, I had never really believed it.  I was surprised that Wesley seemed to be such a believer.

The entire drive back to his apartment was spent with him lecturing me what had just occurred.  Blah, blah, blah.

So when our relationship finally ended, he only had the umbrella to blame.  “Um yeah sure, that’s the reason I’m breaking up with you.  Because of BAD LUCK from opening an umbrella inside”

Whatever.

Today is Delurking Day here on the interweb.  To put it simply, it means that YOU HAVE TO COMMENT.

HAVE TO.

Because if you fail to delurk and make a comment, you will have bad luck.  And bad luck means we’ll break up.

And nobody wants us to break up.  So go ahead and delurk!

(Also, thanks to Carrisa for all of her hard work.  It is much appreciated!)

On Tuesday I ate a granola bar for breakfast and had about five cups of Caf-fix. For lunch I had a frozen lunch (turkey). We went out for sushi for dinner with our friend who was in town from Albania. I wore a black skirt and black shirt with an aqua sweater, and my “fancy” flip-flops. I wore my hair in a ponytail.

Wednesday morning I had oatmeal (with fresh strawberries) and five cups of Caf-fix. For lunch I tried one of those new flatbread sandwiches from Subway (LOVED!). Dinner was a sandwich (left over BBQ meat from the weekend). I wore a black/tan shirt, black shirt, and my “fancy” flip-flops. I wore my hair in a ponytail.

For breakfast today I had a granola bar, but no Caf-fix, as I am out and forgot to bring my new jar into the office. I brought an apple, so I’m sure I’ll eat that at some point. The King is baking (another) blueberry pie today, so that might be my dinner. Today I’m wearing a denim skirt and a white shirt (with a pink shirt under, for the “layering effect). I also have on my “fancy” flip-flops and my hair is pulled back in a bun.

Tomorrow I’ll have another granola bar and hopefully I’ll remember to bring in my Caf-Fix. I’m meeting a co-worker for lunch. As of yet we have no dinner plans. I don’t what specific outfit I’ll be wearing, but I’m sure it will include a skirt and my “fancy” flip-flops. I will also, most likely, wear my hair in a ponytail.

In case you missed what I was getting at here:

MY LIFE IS BORING AND NOT BLOG WORTHY, as of yet.

I take that back.

On Sunday, during the main (and most reverent) part of church, Babboo dropped one of his toys and yelled out “damn it!” While that was quite embarrassing on it’s own, it was made worse when The King and I busted up laughing.

And then, during the time at church where Babboo is in with the other kids, he called someone a “dumbass”. The King was informed of this “incident” when he picked him up at the end of church.

When recounting these stories to a friend she asked, “did Babboo learn those words at school?”

“Um, no. Clearly he learned them from me The King.”

Oh, and work has officially blocked Twitter*. It will now fall to the way side like Myspace, amalah, and facebook. (I can Tweet from my cell phone. But my current cell plan only gives me five texts a day.) (that includes incoming.)

Yep, that’s all I got; my food habits for the week, my outfits (and hair styles), the fact that I curse around my kid too much, and that my work is mean.

You are welcome.

*I just checked again, and TWITTER IS NOT BLOCKED. Phew. That was a close one.

We all needed a little “away from each other” time.

I was happy to shower before noon, put on real clothes and heels and leave the house this morning.  The King is happy to not have Babboo and me underfoot while he’s trying to work on the house. And Babboo is happy to be with his real friends.

You must remember that I grew up in Utah.  I’ve seen my fair share of snow.  Dude, most of my life was spent in a real live snow globe state.  When it snows in Utah nothing changes.  You are still expected to show up for school, work and church.  But out here in Seattle THE ENTIRE CITY SHUTS DOWN at the mere mention of snow.  I always thought this was hilarious.  Like Seattlelites were just a bunch of snow pansies.

I know better now.

It’s not that they are afraid of the snow.  It’s that the city of Seattle doesn’t own a single snow plow.  We would have literally died if we tried to leave the street we live on and head to work.  The roads were complete ice.  And because we’re all hippies out here, they also don’t believe in salting the roads (it’s bad for the environment, or something), so ICE, everywhere.

We couldn’t even get to the grocery store.  The King had to walk there.

(Goal for 2009: Work on our food storage.)

We had a lovely Christmas, stuck inside our house watching the snow fall and dreaming of the days when we could leave the house.

(It starting raining on Sunday.  Which washed away any remnant of the snow.  THANK GOODNESS.)

I walked to the bus stop this morning, like normal.  I didn’t have to wear my gloves or my snow boots.

And then I got to meet these lovely ladies for late second breakfast.

Note to Heidi and Jihan: let’s hang out again soon.

Note to Isabel: don’t wear that pink camisole under your black turtleneck next time.  It makes you look like a fool.

I’m such a tool.

So tell me, how was your Holiday?  (And it is wrong that I’m super excited about the new pace heater I got from Santa?)