the story

So here's the story:

Joaquin and I have always knew we would one day move outside of Utah. We both are from all over and we both felt like we would most likely end up in Idaho one day. Well Joaquin has worked for Verizon Wireless for about 5 years now and he is always looking for other jobs with in Verizon. Nothing has ever come up that either of us feel really good about or he doesn't have enough experience to apply. Well one day about 2 months ago we were driving down from Heber, where our really good friends live. We had such a good time and realized that Utah is such a wonderful, diverse, beautiful place. (Now, make no mistake, when I say diverse, I mean the land.) I have made really good friends here, my sister lives in Sandy and helps me more than anyone with the boys and probably loves them the same amount as I do. I think if she had her own kids, she'd feel the same kind of love. I really do. Joaquin loves Utah for all the things he can do outdoors. He also has really likes his job here. So I was feeling good, feeling secure, feeling set. "We'll probably live our whole lives here." I thought to myself. Let me just tell you, I'm not the one in charge.

About a week later, maybe less, Joaquin is looking online at job postings again and he finds this Consultant job with Verizon but for an outsource call center for the company. There were 2 positions posted, one for Salt Lake and one for Boise. (Really?!) So he talks to me about it and asks me if he should apply and I told him I thought he should apply for both. Now as a side note, after we had just had this talk about being happy in Utah, I was set on staying and now not comfortable with moving. He applied and interviewed for both, first the Salt Lake one. He felt like he did pretty well on his interview but wasn't really sure if he got it. He tells me we should really start thinking about if he were to get the job in Boise. All of the sudden I just know he's going to get this job in Boise. (Before he even interviews for it.) My feelings keep going back and forth to, if he gets the job it would be okay to move and then other times I would feel like, if he gets offered the job, I don't want to move. Ugh... my emotions are so conflicting from day to day. It's so annoying. Well, to make a long story even longer, he finds out he doesn't get the job in Salt Lake so he then interviews over the phone for the Boise job. He said the interview was very short and very direct. He felt like the person interviewing him wasn't too friendly and he probably didn't make a very good impression. So now he's second guessing himself and thinking of all the things he should have said or shouldn't have said. He gets so worked up about it that he convinces himself he didn't get the job and he is perfectly happy in his job right now. Since Joaquin is feeling this way, I'm thinking well, if he thinks he didn't do very well then he probably didn't get it and I don't really need to think anymore about it.

A week and a half go by and he hasn't heard anything until this past Friday. He gets a phone call at work where they offer him the job. They ask him to go home and think about it over the weekend and to have an answer Monday. Well we talked and I prayed about it all weekend, already knowing we were going to accept the offer but just praying that I would be okay. Change is a hard thing to do. I think that is one reason this is all happening. The Big Man in charge knows how comfortable we are and that if we were to stay here, there would be no spiritual growth. We would be stuck and that is not what this life is about. We're here to grow and have experiences and trust in our Faith. Trust in ourselves and the decisions we make.

So that is that. We have decided to start a new adventure in our lives. We will soon be Idahoans. I still go back and forth about it, even now writing this, my emotions are still mixed but I have to believe and so I will.

just a jot....

So what if we don't have a camera, I still have a computer which means I am still able to put down thoughts on this silly little blog I have.

Nothing new has really happened in the last few months. We took a trip down to Zions a couple of weeks ago. My parents came to Salt Lake and we had hoped to take a trip to Moab since no one, except for myself, had been before. It was going to be our very first camping trip with the boys but there was a freeze warning so we decided to not to die, and chose to go to St George Utah instead. Which was good because the weather was super warm and I have been having some winter blues this year.

So the boys keep getting smarter and smarter everyday. Our little tricks of bribery and threats are no longer working on them. They have figured out we are usually bluffing when we ask them if they want their bottoms spanked when they climb out of their cribs during nap time. Yes, I still have them in cribs. Up until 2 weeks ago, they hadn't figured out how to climb out of them. Well my luck has now ended. I used to have it so good. I would put them to bed at 9pm and they wouldn't get out of bed until 8:30am, sometimes 9:00am. Well, my friends, all things come to an end, and getting to sleep in at the Ficker residence is no longer a luxury we have. Every morning around 6:55am we hear the door to our bedroom being pushed open and slammed against the wall, with two little ones that come in after with big smiles on their faces. They are so proud of the fact that they have crawled out of their cribs and come to wake us up from our sleep. I had it good once, that's all I can say.

Things really are changing with the boys and I do love it. Just yesterday Joaquin and I took them to "Chuck-up-Rama" and we had so much fun. Joaquin had got some vanilla pudding to give the boys while I had some chocolate pudding of my own. Well, he was feeding Brock and told him it was yogurt. Everett wanted some "yogurt" too and so I told him to have some of mine. When I gave him some "brown yogurt" he looked very concerned and said, "No, ice cream!" I know that's something so insignificant but I just laughed because it's hard to trick them anymore. They are smart little buggars and I love it. Brock had a good time under the table picking off old gum from the bottom of the table and getting it in his hair and all over his clothes. It made me think of Will Farrell from Elf when Santa tells him "First off, you see gum on the street, leave it there. It isn't free candy."

I can't figure out how to change this lettering back to normal so I suppose that will be it for the night. I just thought I should jot some things down because I was talking with my best friend tonight telling her how I don't ever update anything because we don't have a camera and she told me I should still blog even if I don't have pictures. So here I am, doing what I am told. Thanks Bec. I love you!!!