My dad is a school teacher. Which means he has summers off. Which means we usually spent our summers camping up in the mountains around my home state. It was a fun way for my family t o bond. Nature always forces you to bond with something.

What I’m saying is that’s the kind of vacations I was always used to. And I liked it.

Today The King, Babboo, some friends, and I are headed to Canada for the New Year’s weekend. And while we won’t be stuck in a camping trailer like we were when I was a kid, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be fun. And maybe we’ll bond a little. But hey, not too much. This is a vacation after all.

As you know, I have some very specific requirements that make a vacation a vacation. First off I have to eat pizza. At the first bite of the first piece of pizza, it becomes a vacation. Secondly I have to enjoy a plate of eggs benedict. Nothing says vacation like hollandaise sauce poured over eggs and Canadian bacon (although up there, they just call it bacon).

I’m trying not to think about the fact that all five of us will be jammed into our little car (and that one of us, NOT ME, is pregnant). I’m trying to not think about the fact that we’ll have a kid wit us, so there won’t be any huge New Year’s Eve parties. Nope, I’m only thinking about the food. And the fun.

And I’m trying to not think about the fact that I need to finish packing before we leave in a few hours. Oh yeah, and take a shower.

So tell me, what types of vacations did you take when you were a kid? Please tell me I wasn’t the only one forced to sleep in a bed that is a table during the day.

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Head over to read my latest New Thing in which I hung out people that know far too much about me?

Dude, is the interweb still talking about Christmas?

Yes, I’m still talking about Christmas. And you’d better not complain or I’ll just keep on talking about it through next week. Haaaa! That’s what you’ll get.

Everyone knows that the best gifts come in little boxes, right?

(Click to see what’s inside this little box.)

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I don’t know how I expected Babboo to react to Christmas. I didn’t really have any expectations. But dude, the kid woke up on Christmas morning and just wanted to eat his breakfast while sitting on the presents.

Oh yes, it was very exciting.

After a little prodding we got him to open some toys. But after he started to play with them, he was d-o-n-e opening gifts. The King and I opened our gifts and then tried to get Babboo to open some more of his.

“Babboo, why don’t you open this present from Grandma?”

“No. No, no, no. No!”

“But it might be another toy to play with.”

“NOOOOOO! No.”

“Okay dude. Sorry I asked.”

We spent the rest of Christmas day at The King’s parents house, begging and pleading with Babboo to open the million more gifts from them.

“Look what Mimi got you. Why don’t you open it Babboo?”

“No!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Never mind.”

Thankfully there was snow falling outside to watch through the windows and tons and tons of junk food to eat.

And thankfully Babboo woke up this morning and was very excited to get to play with all the toys he wasn’t that interested in yesterday.

All in all, I’d say we had a pretty good Christmas at our house.

So tell me, how was your Christmas?

May your Holidays be all the you could hope for. And may you be surrounded by those you love.

(Ahh yes, much better then last year’s family picture.)

Since Babboo was born almost twenty months ago, The King and I have only seen two movies in a real live movie theater. Two. Which is especially crappy since we live across the street from two huge multi screen theaters.

(In case you are dying to know what movies we’ve seen, let me tell you: Oceans 13 and The Bourne Ultimatum. Are we seeing a trend here?)

What I’m saying is that it takes a movie we are really excited about to get The King and I out of the apartment and into a theater. (Plus a little begging of the grandparents to venture into the city to watch Babboo.)

Enter the movie Juno.

If you’ve not heard about this movie, I suggest you go and watch the trailers. And then get your butt to the theater. Oh yes, it’s just that good. And funny. And sweet.

(For crying out loud, it has both Micheal and George Michael Bluth in it. So you know it’s got to be good.)

I admit to not being any sort of movie critic, heck I don’t even watch rated R movies, but dude I know what I like and I liked Juno. The topic was interesting (I like babies and I’ve been pregnant a time or two). The characters were likable (I love me some George Michael). The music was awesome (Kimya Dawson, I’m talking to you and am also downloading your music like mad). It was all just awesome.

So awesome, in fact, that I’m forcing my coworkers to go and see the movie with me again today at lunch. It’s the perfect way to start our Holiday break.  I’m bringing the candy.
So tell me, what do you think the perfect way to start off the break is?

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Congratulations, tears of joy and big fat hugs are in order. I just got a phone call from the husband of May, my best friend who deserted me moved to Reno. Apparently May just had her baby girl. He called me so soon after that he didn’t even know the babies weight. Or her name.

May was able to have a healthy VBAC sans an epidural. Apparently it just went “too fast”. Dude, I can’t wait to talk to her and get the whole story. And you know, find out the baby’s name.

So yeah, congrats to May and her little family!

Here’s a question for the interweb.

Should I, or should I not, be offended that a friend that’s been “too busy” to hang out with me for the last four months sent me this e-mail on Monday:

“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out Thursday night and maybe give me a ride to the airport later that evening?”

Dude, I’m totally being used for a ride to the airport. I know it. And still, I’m going to hang out with her. Feed her dinner. Keep my kid up late to take her to the airport. And give her a Christmas present.

But offended, yes, I think I am.  Do you think that’s justified?