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Roswell, 1947

I called Pop this morning. He spent ten minutes trying to convince me that he’s an alien. This discussion was sparked by the UFO sightings in Texas, Manhattan, China, etc.

A little background. Pop was raised in Roswell, NM. He was an Air Force brat, to my Army brat. He was also born in 1947, the year of the Roswell UFO Incident. Growing up in a family where conspiracy theories run amok, he has maintained that he is an alien life-form. I believe him a little bit. Why else would a well-adjusted, outgoing girl like me love Sci-Fi movies and Star Trek more than almost anything on the planet (Earth, that is). My favorite thing to do when I go see Pop is to watch sci-fi movies with him. We’ve always been fascinated with the possibility of other life out there. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll leave my job and become a UFO tracker with Pop. That seems like a dream job. Plus, after all those years of watching Star Trek, Firefly, Battlestar Galactica and Stargate we are well prepared for anything that comes our way.

Ma and Pop are going camping today. I reside about one hour away from the parental units and it’s raining pretty hard. This will not deter them, however, because they have recently purchased a 14-foot RV that attaches to the back of Pop’s huge Chevy. I asked if I could borrow it next summer. He said “No, I bought it for Ma and me. None of you stupid kids are touching it. You’ll wreck it.” I pointed out that Ma was the one who was most likely to wreck it because if she looks at a car too long it explodes. Apparently Ma isn’t allowed to drive it either. Neither is Boyfriend. I asked, but apparently military training does not mean that you are capable of driving a 14-foot RV attached to the back of a huge Chevy.

Oh, and I talked to Ma for a bit yesterday. She has canned 20 jars of black bean soup and vegetarian chili for me. She’s the Korean equivalent to Superwoman.

ETA: The RV is 29-feet. That’s why I’m not allowed to drive it.

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Whaaaaat?!

About one week ago, I was having my weekday-morning conversation with my Pop. These talks occur almost every weekday-morning, barring a work holiday or a particularly busy start to the day. I don’t know what exact comment triggered the though, but suddenly I knew that I needed to start a blog about the conversations that happen between the King Family. I brought this to the attention of my darling boy and he immediately supported the idea. I like to think it’s because he’s charmed by my family, and who wouldn’t be? Conversations with the Kings are always very interesting.

For example, my Pop knows that I’m going to call him every weekday-morning. Every morning, unless he is outside working on the farm, he answers the phone saying “Whaaat?!”. Every single morning. My father has always been the person in the family who acts as though he doesn’t want to talk to you, but by the end of the conversation it’s difficult to get him off of the phone. Not that I mind, I love to talk to my dad as much as I can. He’s a fascinating individual, as this story will show in later posts.

Speaking with my Ma is an entirely different conversation. Ma always has something specific she wants to talk about, and once that conversation is done she barely says good-bye before she hangs up the phone, even if I want to talk to her just a bit more and tell her about something that happened to me earlier that day.  But she is, after all, the busiest retired woman on the entire planet. She does more in one day than I could hope to do in two weeks.

When Broski (my elder by seven years) answers the phone, he answers with an excited yet subdued “He-e-e-ey, sis! What’s up?!”. My brother is hands-down the smartest person and craftiest person I know. I want to punch him and hug him all at the same time.

So this is the beginning. Tomorrow is Monday, and at 8AM sharp, I will be calling Pop. I’ll fill you in!

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