We’re coming home!
Thursday, May 26, 2005
I’ve realized something….
I’ve unfortunately inherited my off key voice from my mother.
So my brother Anthony calls and asks her to buy him a karaoke microphone. Of course when we get home she decides to try it out.
My cousins and I are all there hangin out so we decided to go a few rounds on this thing to test it out. I go sing 3 songs and yes I admit I can’t sing to save my life! Especially since I was singing “I’m too sexy,” “mamma mia.” “Can’t Touch This,” & “I love Rock n’ Roll” … ok.. so I think I sang a few more… I admit, It’s addictive and I kept trying but to no avail I still SUCKED from song 1 to song 6 … 6 songs I think I made my cousins endure, but I think I made up for my singing by my MC HAMMER moves cuz I can definitely grove like HAMMER!!! Never mind that I have CRD (Caucasian rhythm disorder).
So my cousins get on and brother-in-laws.. well.. lets just say it was laughable as well.. they are no better than me..
Well of course then my MOTHER decides to get on and bust a few rhymes.
HOLY HILARIOUS! I’ve never laughed and been purely annoyed, bugged, irate and flustered in my life! She proceeded to start off at 8:30pm with Brian Adams “Everything I Do.” She then goes through all of ABBA’s songs, Tom Jones and other Oldies that she liked….
I think I’m going to send hate mail to Tom Jones and ABBA for writing so many damn songs! Seriously! Did they have to do so many?!?
My mother’s singing is worse than nails on chalkboard. So she’s singing ABBA’s Mamma Mia. She’s 1/2 way through and she pauses and says, “Oh, Well.. NOW I’m off tune!”
“NOW?!? Mother you weren’t on tune to begin with!!!” I snipe.
She ignores me and keeps singing song after song after song after song completely off tune. She drove everyone out of the room! My cousins left and I retreated to my room which was of little avail because the room she’s howling in is the next room. *SIGH*
I tried to put Mya to sleep cuz she was so tired but the cow shrieking, chicken squawking/cat howling/ bat singing, frog execution going on in the next room kept waking her up.
I suppose my only consolation is that she bought this for Anthony and he only lives one block away from her.. so I’m sure she can grace his many parties with her “lovely” singing voice or go over whenever she feels like getting down and killing a cat.
And just when I thought my mother was bad my GRANDMOTHER tuned in for a few rounds… WOW!!! All I have to say is WOW!! Someone was slowly butchering a dog.. a cocker spaniel.. or a Weiner dog….or a poodle… dogs all over the Philippines were howling along with them.
Finally after 2 torturing hours I was able to put a stop to the singing by telling them that my ears were bleeding…err.. I mean that It was late and we needed to get sleep so we could go to the ocean tomorrow.
Finally I had peace and shortly thereafter my ears stopped ringing.
May 27, 2005 Friday.
Today we went down to the ocean again in Rosario. We had a BBQ at some resort. It was nice. The sand was crazy hot, we went down to the ocean and swam in the water. It was warm, but not as clear. When I asked my cousins why they said it was because there is a lot of sewage dumping in the ocean and the ocean used to be clear but not so anymore…. so after hearing that I quickly got out of the ocean grabbed the kids and went and got something to eat. After eating just rice and salad (I’m losing weight here it’s fabulous! I recommend the rice and nothing else diet.) They had fresh muscles and clams from the ocean, but after hearing the talk about the sewage dumping I wasn’t in the mood. They also had sea weed, burned goat, BBQ pork, beef steak(brought out way to late, after lunch was over) and a Filippino veggies like bitter melon and okra which I don’t like. I’m so sick of flip food, I just want to go home and cook my own food. Some gay dude the next picnic table area over kept singing Madonna songs and it churned my stomach and brought nightmares from yesterday back. I just lost my appetite.
So the cousins, kids and I decided to hit the pool at the resort. They had a big one and a kiddy one. There was no one there but us, so we had tones of fun! They brought along inflatable whales, dinosaurs and kiddy stuff to keep us laughing and having a great time. We spent the rest of the day there and it was so nice! After I played in the water for an hour I figured everyone was pissn’ in the pool and I should get out so I slept on the lawn chairs and desperately tried to get a tan before heading home. The kids splashed and played hard in the pool with their cousins, aunts and uncles. It was nice and relaxing.
After spending the day there we went to get another massage for Mya and me with John’s (Florence husband) grandparents. It was so nice, I finally had a massage for the first time and loved it. She totally fixed my left sore shoulder. It no longer hurt.. stupid me forgot to get my right shoulder fixed, I was so happy that my left one was not hurting anymore *sigh* Duh.. I just blanked out. Well, I like massages given by her because she doesn’t push so hard that it hurts… I just don’t understand why people always feel the need to push your muscles so hard that it’s like they are trying to go right through your body with their hands. Well, this woman was simply wonderful and relaxing.
The next couple days were spent packing and seriously counting down the hours and minutes until I could go home. I am just so ready to go home and I’m sooo sick of my mother. I swear I am never going to go on another vacation with my mother again for the rest of my life. AND when she is old and needs to be taken care of I’m sending her to an old age retirement home.. and a 60 minutes home at that! WOW. lol… just kidding… only 1/2… ok… I’m not kidding.. I’m dead serious! She is driving me crazy.
We went to Manila on Sunday it takes 6 hours to get there and we went shopping at Tutuban on Monday May 30. WOW…. good shopping. I was able to buy shirts for the kids for $50 pesos like $1!!! Of course everything that was one size fits all just fit Laura again so I got her lots of cool shirts like Banana Republic, Tommy Hilfiger, Gap, etc. I bought the most fabulous shoes for Laura and myself and I shopped for Ryan and the boys. It was a shopping day. I can’t really say fun because I was so stressed over the noise and trying to keep tabs on all the kids, but I got to shop and I love to shop and I loved to shop because everything was so cheap in price yet such wonderful stuff so it was enjoyable. Would’ve been better if Ryan were there because I like to get his opinion on things.
So the next day Tuesday May 31 I wanted to go to the mall, but my aunt would not let me go so I got Grace to bring me to the mall. We told my aunt we were going to go to the market to get Brandon a leash because I lost mine when I got to the Philippines. So instead of taking me to the market she took me to the SM Mall…. Seriously I LOVE this mall.. I wish there were malls like that here. It was wonderful. I got to ride a motorbike with a cab extension on it and a jeepnee to get there. It was so much fun!! I quickly shopped around got all the final things I wanted and then headed back. I talked to my aunt to make sure Grace wouldn’t get in trouble by telling her I couldn’t find the leash at the market so I made her take me to the mall. She looked at me disapprovingly but I really could’ve careless I just didn’t want Grace to get into trouble. I’m just so proud of myself for coming up with a great excuse for going to the mall. hehe.. I’m so sneaky.
Laura didn’t want to leave the Philippines. She was begging, pleading and whining at me to stay for another month.
When I told her no, she said, “ok, how about for another week?”
“no”
“ok.. 5 days! just 5 days!?!”….
“no”(I’m seriously in trouble when my kid gets to be a teenager her bargain skills are developing quite well.)
“3 days?….
I just look at her….
“ok.. one?” ..
I said, “Laura, if you want you can stay, but for me and the boys and Mya we are going back to Canada.”….
“ok.. fine… I’ll come too.” pout pout…
lol….
Josh on the other hand was so excited.. “are we leaving to the airport yet? Are we going home yet? How much longer till we go home? Is that a long time or a short time? Are we leaving now? No? ok… how about now? Now?” He did want to take one of the nannies with us though… “I want to take James back home with us! Can we just put him in our luggage?” I said, “well, where will he stay?” “Oh he can sleep with me and Brandon in our bed in my room.” He’s so funny that kid. He had lots of fun with James and James is really funny. They got along together so well that he was sad to leave James behind.
Well, then we packed up said our goodbyes and they drove us to the airport. The airport in Manila is crazy we went through 3 baggage scans before we got to the plane. We had to wait for 3 hours to get through the lines at the airport and we made it there with 10 minutes to spare before the plane took off. I let the kid’s race around the airport during the 3 hours so by the time we got on the plane they were tired. THANKFULLY my mother was seated 3 rows ahead of us so she couldn’t inject her two bit opinion on how I was raising the kids. It was just me and the kids the whole way home to Vancouver and it was nice. However, Laura threw up on the plane again. She wasn’t feeling very good the poor girl. This time she threw up all over the seat, blanket, pillow and floor. Yikes! We were almost to Canada only 1 more hour left. Every time I thought about landing in Canada and going home I had tears in my eyes. I missed home. I missed Ryan. I missed my friends and I missed normal food.
Once in Vancouver we had to go through customs and my mother managed to piss off the customs guy. He was only able to ask me 2 questions 1. when did I leave, and 2. why my husband wasn’t with me. The rest of the time I was distracted with the kids or my mother interrupted him. The kids were wired and were feeling quite mischievous. Well Josh and Brandon were. Laura was still not feeling very good. My mother kept trying to butt in and inject her to bit opinions and try to answer my questions for me and she wouldn’t stay behind the yellow line like they told her to.. she was just plain annoying… I was getting so sick of her and it took every fiber in my being to ignore her and not snap. After we got our bags the air Canada guy got pissed off at her as well because she wouldn’t stay behind the yellow line and she had brought 2 extra bags with her and not paid for them. She just bribed the guy at the Philippine airlines to let her on with the extra baggage. So after 15 minutes of arguing with the guy she finally fesses up and he gets so pissed off he rips off all our baggage tags and yells at her. He then made her pay $25 for each additional box. I just walked away. I pretended not to know her and I took the kids to the bathroom. When I got back he had thankfully sent her out. She was standing at the glass exit doors and banging on the glass waving and yelling to me that she was there.. I just pretended not to notice and shook my head.. the air Canada guy just smiles and snarks, “I got rid of your mother for you!”
“Thank you so very much! You just made my day!” I said.
I walked out to the exit, said a brief goodbye to my mother and left to catch our flight to Calgary. I was so tired and exhausted. The kids were towing the rolling carry ons and I had Mya strapped to me in the baby backpack and I had Brandon on a leash and he insisted on towing a rolling luggage. We looked like a bunch of drunk ducks waddling in and out around the airport. Everyone chuckled, cooed, smiled, and stared in disbelief at us. Mya was having a great time smiling and kicking her feet and waving her hands at everyone. Everyone said, “Is your husband here to help you?” and when I said no we were on our way to meet him they would say, “Wow! You’re so brave to take 4 kids all by yourself.”
To which I’d retort.. “I think the word I’m thinking of is stupidity…It’s not brave it’s just stupid. I wasn’t thinking properly when I thought this over. My hamster is not turning as well as it should be!”
People were so nice, letting us go through or ahead of them and getting a kick out of the kids because all of a sudden they got new energy, Laura was feeling better and the boys were ecstatic to go on yet another plane and Brandon felt the need to scream “Plane, plane” at the top of his lungs to let everyone know that yes indeed there are planes parked at the airport.
I kept looking around to see if Tom Welling was there and I could have a Tom Welling Experience and get a picture, autograph, a hug, and his shirt… lol.. but unfortunately for me… I was not able to see him at the airport. *sigh*
Well, they slept the whole way to Calgary. They were so exhausted and so was I. I was definitely in need of some rest. I was so excited when the plane touched down in Calgary I almost kneeled down on the floor and kissed the ground… there’s no place like home…. click click… there’s no place like home… I was tearing up just thinking of seeing Ryan, the newly painted house and being able to be back home… back to the familiar.. back to my awesome soft inviting bed…..back to reality…
….*sigh* fortunately and unfortunately back to reality… My day dream thoughts of me running into Ryan’s arms abruptly came to a halt when I saw the hairy person in front of me open up arms and say, “Hi guys welcome back!”
Whaaa???? What the hell happened to your face???
Yes, Ryan decided to grow a beard while we were away… and then come to the airport with it expecting me to love it… *sigh* and I thought that after 11 years of knowing each other that he knew me better… I hate beards…When we got home he went straight upstairs and shaved and that was the end of that. He said guys at work were taking bets as to how long it would take for me to have him shave it off. I told him that if I knew exactly which luggage contained my razor I would make him go into the bathroom right now and shave it off.
Well, then we went to collect our luggage. Now the Calgary airport has a Drumheller Dinosaur exhibit up with a bunch of dinosaurs ripping through and eating up luggage and clothes… well, when I saw it I said to Laura, “Oh no! I can’t believe it! Did you see that! All the dinosaurs went through our luggage and ripped everything open! OH great now we are going to have to go through and try to find our stuff! Laura do you see any of your clothes in there?” LMAO!!! She fell for it and went over to take a look. “oh no! I don’t know I’ll check!” After a few moments she said, “no I don’t think my clothes are in here.” I just cracked up laughing… “Mommeeee! Quit tricking me!” lol
So I’ve been pulling Vampire hours. I’m up all night long and I’m sleepy during the day. I’m having a hard time adjusting to the time difference. Laura was up and went to school right the next day. She came home and crashed but she was excited to go to school now that she was back home. I would drag my sorry butt out of bed and take her to school late… like noonish.. but hey at least she got there for a few hours…
I’m probably in a better mood now than when I came home. I came home to find out that instead of concentrating on painting (like he was suppose to and like he promised) Ryan had been interior decorating by bringing in these ugly couches he got from his parents into the house and cluttering up the room with a crap load of furniture and end tables… you couldn’t even move. It looked awful.” But they are comfortable” was his argument. I was not impressed. They stink too. It smelled like canned tuna, old people and a bunch of farts. He has to move that stuff out and bring back the black leather furniture. So I decided to take comfort in the fact that everything would be painted….The basement wasn’t painted and neither were the bathrooms or bedrooms… again I wasn’t impressed. I was so upset that I didn’t even freak out, (I was a dead calm. That’s always a bad sign) I just went upstairs and took solace in the comfort of my bed and fell into an immediate deep sleep…. over the next 4 days I had to “De-Ampy”. I was a raging b*tch until I was able to calm down and settle.
Now I’m fine, back to being silly me still trying to adjust to the time change. All in all I’m glad to be back and I’m glad to be home. I now understand why there are wars over homeland and why people miss their country and have true patriotism and love for their country. I really missed Canada, I love the culture of the Philippines, I love my cousins, I had a great time, but I was glad oh so glad to be back…. There really is no place like home.