haiku friday – a list


been here just 2 months
have discovered many things
i am tired of
working on a list
it will be never ending
things that have grown old


in an effort to be positive today’s list will include only things that i have control over… (am now patting myself on the back – pat, pat, pat…)

  1. getting in the car on the wrong side and taking a second or two to realize the problem.
  2. turning on the windshield wipers instead of the turn signal.
  3. having bh say, “oh, that will never get old.” when i turn on the windshield wiper instead of the turn signal.
  4. being startled by the many geckos who also claim our home as their own. so startled i jump. oh, and possibly scream. like this.
  5. not having a full length mirror. how do you tell if you look a mess when you can only see yourself from the shoulders up? well, i’ll tell you how. thanks to the digital age, you take your digital camera and find something about the right height to prop it on. then you set the timer. then, you try to place yourself in the line of fire, posed and ready before the flash. if you try this don’t get to discouraged if it takes a few turns to get it right. i’m practically a professional and it still took me more than a few shots to get this.
  6. and, yes, i still went out in that.

how quickly she falls



yep, that’s our stuff. that’s all we sent from the US – other than the clothes we brought with us when we moved. and in the second pic those numbered boxes aren’t part of our stuff. the shipping company that we used offered to fill our crate with boxes of bibles – it didn’t cost us any extra and we figured we could find them a home.

i can’t even begin to say how excited i have been about this stuff getting here. i knew there were two must haves in those boxes for me. one, the broken computer with my music on it. MY MUSIC!! not bh’s music or the kids’ music, but m.i.n.e.


it’s a comfort thing. my play lists are on it, you know. my feeling down play list, my feeling a little better play list, my i’m so mad i could spit play list and my jill play list. (and, yes, i have noticed my laptop is not exactly looking well, but it’s doing what i need it to do.)

the other thing is my knitting. i didn’t bring any knitting with me when we came and i’ve had idle hands since we got here. i’ve needed my knitting. so as i was going through boxes i did a little dance when i found this…


and it caused me to go tearing through all the other boxes looking for the rest of my yarn and my needles and my stitch counters and all my other knitty necessities. but, i found nothing else. not a bit of it. i was so careful as i packed. i sorted my yarn – only bringing what i knew i would use. i sorted my needles, keeping only one long and one short set of each size. i pared all my stuff down so it would all fit in my knitting bag (it’s really more a travel suitcase) and i thought it would be safe to send, just like that. i didn’t put it in a box, but i’m certain i put it with the boxes. but none of it is here. i’ve tried to be so tough since we got here. tried to keep my chin up. but this might just be the straw, you know the one that broke the camel’s back. and i feel stupid. it’s just yarn and needles.  *knitting stuff has been found!!

and to add insult to injury, a11 is so excited this was packed.


yeah, just what we need when it’s freakin’ hot, fleece footie pajamas pyjamas.

how do we get this thing home

so, with flights corrected, they were on their way. i dropped them off at the airport right after we dropped the boys off at school. i hung around until they were checked in for their flight – i wanted to be sure my corrected flight plans took – and then they were gone.

mom, that pics for you. that’s the size of plane they fly between bangkok and chiang mai.

i’m slightly jealous because i know that this will be a trip a11 will remember forever, but those are good memories to have with her daddy. they get to bangkok and head straight to the harp center centre, getting there about noon.


and now we come to another part of the trip i was responsible for – finding out the hours of operation for the harp center centre. and i did, the hours are wed – sat 10a – 7p. they got there at noon on wed. should have been fine.


that’s a pic of a11 staring at the locked door. because it’s closed, as in not open. which the gentleman who came around from the side communicated to them. but he did point them to the harp school. which is right around the corner. and guess what?!? it was closed. luckily, bh has a very keen eye and while peeking in the windows he noticed someone in the school and managed to get their attention. they were able to help. and a11 tried out the harp and was pleased.

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and every one agreed she is the best harpist evah. but we knew that already. so they paid for the harp and made arrangements to meet back at the harp store at 5p. allowing the very nice people at the harp center centre to wrap the harp up and get it flight ready, since the plan was to take it as over-sized luggage on the flight home. bh has an appointment to make so they head that way. the appointment goes well and they still have some free time. so it’s off to starbucks.


and then to toys r us – you know since they were there and all.


and while at toys r us they happened to come across ken’s new friend


why-buy-the-cow-when-you-can-get-the-milk-for-free barbie. thankfully, they did not bring her home. i mean we do have a teen boy in the house.

then they returned to the harp center centre. where the harp and their ride were ready and waiting for them. there was just one itty bitty problem. the harp people weren’t convinced that the airlines would allow the harp to be carried on as over-sized luggage. so they called the airlines. much speaking of thai happened and eventually they were sent on their way – with the harp.

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hmmm… perhaps the size of that box was the cause of the concern about taking it as over-sized luggage. these two nice gentleman load the harp, a11 and bh and head to suvarnabhumi airport. once their they discover that it’s a no go, it’s too close to the flight time. so much rearranging is done and another flight is scheduled, but it’s at don mueang airport – which is not so conveniently located on the other side of town. so, it’s back in the van for a not so very quick jaunt across town. they are arrive with plenty of time. get the harp unloaded and now it’s time for security. where a valiant effort is made to put the box containing the harp through the baggage x-ray machine.


but surprise, surprise it doesn’t fit. the only option is to open the box and look for bombs. but what they find in the box is, well, they aren’t really sure. so they call for back up. and end up with 11 security people – and a11 – all standing around the open box peering in at a well packed harp. and it must have passed muster because they send it off into the special holding area for things they-aren’t-really-quite-sure-exactly-what-they-are-but-have-been- deemed-safe-for-flight.


and now we come to my last responsibility picking up bh, a11 and the harp from the airport. s8, c13 and i get to the airport right on time and manage to get the best parking spot at the airport. we go in to wait. the flight is delayed. now, no one has communicated anything to me, so we’re there to pick them up at their original flight time. and just about the time the plane should be landing the phone rings – it’s a11. she says they’re at a restaurant. at the airport. in bangkok. i’m pretty sure she’s joshing so i ask to speak to her father. and he confirms that they are, in fact, at a restaurant. at the airport. in bangkok. we talk, figure out the harp won’t fit in our car anyway – someone might have suggested that days ago – and decide a taxi cab minivan is the way for them to go. i stop and make arrangements for the cab at the cab stand and head home with the boys. at 11p i get a phone call from bh – no taxi, no hope of a taxi. but one of the guys who works at the airport happens to drive a song theauw and is more than happy to give them a ride home. for a price, of course. so into the song theauw they go and by now it’s late. and they’re tired.


once they are home it is imperative that the harp is unpacked, to check for damage.

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and just how big was that box?



a11’s harp teacher came by this evening to tune the harp for us and set up a time for lessons. have i mentioned that her teacher plays for the queen? how cool is that?

my bad

bh and a11 are heading to bangkok today to look at and hopefully get a harp. it was my job to book the flight. and about 10p last evening i remembered they were e-tickets and i needed to print them out. no biggie, until i print them out. today is march 12, the plan was to fly there and back on march 12.


hmmm… surely i can fix this. i booked them online, i’ll just book more. so i do, and i get as far as entering passenger information when i get the message you must book 23 hours in advance. oops. but i refuse to give up now. i know, i’ll call thai airlines. but part of me is resigned to have failed at this task. i’m sure they won’t be open this late and even if they are they won’t speak english. i’m ready to call it quits. but wait, the phone is answered – by a machine, but it’s still answered. and there is the option to press 9 for english. praise God. i start to get a little panicky when i’m on hold for a long time, but i finally get through to someone with wonderful english, amazing english. i know, i need to learn thai. and she can book the tickets. and cancel the other reservations, even though they are nonrefundable – my bad. and she can answer questions about flying with oversized luggage – you know, like harp sized luggage. and i don’t have to explain to a11 why she is going to school instead of harp shopping. whew. that’s a relief. i sure wish i’d paid attention to get the number of the phone representative so i could write a glowing thank you that would get her a bonus or maybe a raise or maybe a promotion or possibly all three of those things. because she deserves it.

party time

so, i saw this blog party thing weeks ago, way back when i could have been one of the first 100 on board. but thought, “nah. i think i’ll pass.” then i started getting party posts in my rss feed. and i thought, “well, if they’re doing it i really, really want to do it, too. cuz they’re cool.” oh, yeah, and they’re giving away prizes and i like to win things. so i decided i’m gonna do this party thing. and now, i’m gonna be in the first 1500 or so on board.

baa baa.

any way, welcome to the party at my blog. sorry about the state of things, see i’ve recently been transplanted over 8000 miles from colorado springs, co, usa to chiang mai, thailand. so the house is a little bare and i haven’t really gotten the hang of cooking on my two burner propane stove. but we’ll have a good time anyway. let me introduce you to some folks –

there’s bh, it stands for better half – or on really bad days it could stand for something else, so i’ve been told, but i would never have thought of that on my own, really. i. never. would. have.

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there’s also c13, who might be the best teenager ever. no, really. i’m not being sarcastic – he is the best.


a11’s here, too, wonder girl extraodanaire, a most delightful girl.


and, last but not least, s8. the baby of the crowd, which also means the clown. and boy is he funny.


and now it’s time to get down. and we’re gonna blog party like we’ve never blog partied before – which we haven’t.

and since i’m feeling lucky, i’m thinking i might win something. like maybe one of these

and if any of those aren’t available then perhaps 136, 11, 115, 148 or anything else knitty/crafty or note cards. and i know i appear to be international, but i do have a mailing address in the states.

boxes of love – thank you, nanny!

  1. is proof that nanny is amazing. it’s three necklaces, but we only needed one of them. when we left colorado, a11 and 2 of her friends were all wearing bff necklaces. a11 had the forever necklace. one day, shortly after we moved into this house a11 and i went for a walk and when we got home she noticed that her necklace was gone. we retraced our steps, we’ve searched all over the house and concluded it was l.o.s.t. and ever since then, a11 will be doing great, then she’ll rub her hand up around where the necklace was and break into tears. so when nanny requested suggestions for what could be sent in a care package i gave her the 411 on the necklace. and she found it. cuz she’s awesome.
  2. webkinz for s8 and a11 – we can’t get them here and really, can you have enough of them?
  3. candy – namely chocolate. i’ve resisted the urge to go through and pick out and hide all the mr. goodbars from the hershey’s miniatures bag.
  4. socks – somehow we made it here with only 6 pairs to split between us. how, i have no idea? could have been that last minute procrastination packing we were doing.
  5. a lovely handmade by nanny frame for a11 to put a pic of her bff in.
  6. peeps – no peeps here either – at least not that i’ve seen.

also in the box was this. we mistakenly left ours at home, didn’t even pack it, thinking we could easily get another here. we were wrong. and c13 hasn’t let us forget how wrong we were. even more exciting is that this ball is officially tackified, just like the real nfl (national football league).


and last, but no where near least, books. an entire box of books and not one of them have i read. there’s even a couple for the kids, too. but i’m not going to tell them, not just yet. i want to read them first.

thank you, nanny!! you’re the best.