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s8 has a bbf

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and, yes, i meant to put two bs instead of two fs. cuz this is an extra-special, costs worth way more than your regular ol’ run of the mill best friend forever. i’m talking about a bought best friend. yep, the kind of genuine & true best buddy that only baht (that’s thai money) can buy. i know, i know, i’ve heard it before. money can’t buy friends, blahdy, blahdy, blah. well today it did and it was good. lately we’ve all been having a wee bit of a friendship crisis. now, i know we’ve only been here just over a month and these things take time, but try telling that to friendless children. c13 not included, he’s doing pretty good on the friend front. he’s got his own crew.

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(yep, he’s clapping off beat – that’s my boy.)

but the other two… a11 isn’t even looking anymore because she’s certain no one will ever be able to replace her bff and s8 gives us an “i still don’t have any friends” report everyday after school. however, yesterday after school he was singing a different tune. he comes running up to bh and me, bbf in tow, and wants to know if he can stay for an hour after school to play with bbf. oh, and can he have 30 baht so he can buy snacks for the both of them… to do this justice i have to relay the actual conversation -

s8 with bbf in tow comes running (almost dancing, but not) up to bh and me and says (in his most excited, please, please, please you gotta let me you can’t say no kind of way), “can i stay after school for a whole hour with bbf?”

bh and i respond, “what are you going to do for an hour?”

s8, looking a little panicky like he’s pretty sure a no is coming down the pipes says, “oh, i dunno, play on the playground, oh and if you’ll give me 30 baht i’m going to buy snacks for bbf and me.”

at this point bbf jumps into the conversation, “we’ll do our homework, of course and it’s okay if you wanna give him 40 baht for our snacks.” he ends his contribution with a big ol’ eddy haskel kind of smile…

s8, certain that bbf has hit on something, agrees, “yeah, we’ll do our homework” and then leans over and says to bbf – in a very loud conspiratorial stage whisper, “i didn’t ask for 40 because i don’t think they’ll give it to me.”

bh, a sucker everytime, has the 40 baht out before s8 can finish his whisper to bbf. s8 grabs the cash and they’re off. bh heads off to pay his parking ticket – a whole other post – allowing c13 time to hang with his crew, a11 time to lament how she has no friends and look at how c13 has friends and s8 now has a friend, when’s she gonna have a friend… all the while at least 3 girls from her class come up and try to start a conversation with her, and s8 to buy snacks for his all new bbf…

at dinner, s8, with a very happy smile on his face asks, “do you think i can do that again next week? you know stay after school and play?” and he really, really looks happy.

 

 

 

no stoppin’ me now…

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internet at home
coffee just cause i want it
stay in my pj’s

 

internet at home
we’ve now internet at home
and it’s wireless, too

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this is the coffee bh had today – the last time we’re forced to have coffee as the price of our internet. i know, it doesn’t look all that painful.

i don’t even care that this is at the top of my stairs in a place i would never pick for it to be -

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sunday walking street

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*note – any and all similarities between my post, bh’s post and thailand girlwonder’s post are, of course, due to the fact that we all experienced the same thing, but all ownership of this experience goes to bh, since he’s not the one who hid out in the coffee shop.

bh has made it a goal that we try to have at least one cultural exposure every weekend. this weekend was supposed to be the elephant park, but due to a leak in our kitchen and trying to arrange for the handy man it didn’t happen. since we hadn’t gone to sunday walking street and everyone said we really, really needed to we decided to make that our outing. so we drove to the area of town where it’s located and parked. big mistake. it’s called sunday walking street for a reason. it’s not sunday parking street – which is what we tried to do. when we make it back to the car, really before the time we were told it even begins we were stuck. and i mean s.t.u.c.k. it was bad.

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when we initially discovered our problem we walked on by, like we didn’t know that car, who would’ve done something like that. so we walked past it a few times trying to figure out what to do… how could we get out. and just decided we were stuck like chuck. (i’m not sure how stuck chuck was, but it must have been bad.) then we started thinking of all the things that could happen to the car – it could be booted or towed… neither were very appealing, but towing was a little scary. our computers were in the trunk and we couldn’t have them towed away, too. so bh – very bravely – went to the car to get them, while i went and hid, pretended to be a tourist, pretended to not know him. when we met up again – 5 or so minutes later – bh had the computers and was a bit distraught. apparently all the vendors around were very upset. gave him an earful. so he sent the kids and me to wawee, very convenient, and headed off to see if there was a way out of this mess. and he has no way to contact me because i left my cell phone at home. our plan is that at a certain time the kids and i will head to a place we both know how to get to and wait for him. so here i sit enjoying this…

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and knowing that if i were in his place i wouldn’t be able to move the car through the tears of frustration and anger. good man he is.

and he just walked in, with books for me in hand and a smile on his face. all he will tell me is that when he got back to the car a police officer was waiting for him and that now the car has been moved a few streets over. he won’t tell me more, says he’s gonna blog about it. i guess we can read about it together – here.

haiku friday

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pink slip in mailbox
what could it possibly mean?
a package for me!

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yesterday there was something in our mailbox. i’d been checking everyday and finding nothing – i expected the same yesterday, but i got a surprise.

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now, where’s the post office?? i manage to get directions and off i go…

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not even a member of pui’s evil street gang is going to stop me.

and i find it.

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i head in, way more excited than your normal package picker upper, and am redirected. turns out that whatever it is that’s waiting for me is the type of thing they handle behind the post office. sounds like it might be something fantastic.

 

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i trade my pink slip in and in return receive this – it is a most welcome package from my wonderful, fantastic, great, etc., etc… friend, carrie -

 

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i lovingly place it in the passenger seat and drive home, maybe a bit maniacal, but really, who doesn’t drive that way here? and i open it.

like this

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candy,books, shirts (i managed to make it here with very few of my shirts and the ones i did bring became victims of my first laundry attempts), books and a wonderful birthday present.

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and, now, on that mood scale of mine i’m pretty much off the charts. not that i can be bought, but it sure does help.

get thee to a herpetarium

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we saw our first snake yesterday afternoon. a tree snake. i have no idea if they are harmless or not and really don’t care. it’s a snake. it lives in a tree. yuck. you know how i was yammering on and on about my tree envy and how i want a tree because everyone else has a tree – i’m not so sure about that anymore. it seems that without a tree i might be able to continue on without a tree snake. and since those full grown trees have a tendency to get quite tall – taller than me – it seems it might just be possible that a tree snake could fall out of one. and land on my head. i’m repulsed just thinking about it.

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don’t worry – the snake isn’t being crushed by the motorcycle tire. it took it’s slithery self away as soon as I snapped this shot. and, yes, it was quite brave of me to get that close – I didn’t even zoom.

yesterday…

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yes, the furniture came. now the boys can sit and game

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i’ll be able to read a book in a chair or on the couch

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and our mattress is off the floor

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it’s a start. bh’s office furniture also came so no more working at the kitchen table.

we also got our very first ever delivery to the house. nothing exciting just something from bh’s work, but it means that the address we’re giving people works.

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it called my name

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it spoke to me – all dr. seuss like – it said, “oh, the places you’ll go.” bh is afraid i will actually leave our moo baan, venture out onto the scary streets. and here’s what my new bike has to say about that…

“Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street. Continue reading →