Santa Claus Won't Make Me Happy

Sawadee pee mai. In thailand this is how one says Merry Christmas! In the morning it was hot and no Christmas baking was drifting in the air. I missed my family and the snow. I know that may seem hard for some to believe but both David and I wished we were home with our families. We both missed snowboarding and sleds. We missed skating and hot chocolate. It felt so odd hearing Christmas music playing the same feeling you get when some one plays jingle bells in the summer. The only ornaments and lights seemed out of place like someone had forgotten to take them down for the summer. If no one hear said Merry Christmas I would not even know that today was Christmas. I miss waking up on Christmas morning with my family and eating treats that my mom had made. I miss opening presents and chatting in my pajamas. David and I woke up that morning and got dressed in Christmas colors. Read the Christmas story from the bible a couple of times, and listened to Christmas music. Then went on skype with my family back home in Canada. It snuck up on me Christmas this year, sneaky like it was trying to sneak past unnoticed. This will be the second Christmas I missed with my family, Davids as well. As much as I loved going to BC for Christmas, it wasn't the same not having my family there. I miss decorating the tree and placing presents under the tree with Shala. Baking with my mom. Watching the fire burn. Skating and drinking hot chocolate with Tilly. Sledding with big groups of friends. I guess this is one of those things that need to be done at least once in my life to spend the celebration of our Lords birth in another country.

Daily One Geckos Zero

David and I have been spending a lot of time going to the clinic and watching movies, which kinda sucks. I wish we could go jump in the ocean and go for runs together, but his foot is a little winy child that needs lots of attention. We were sitting and talking one evening when David spotted a spotted white and black gecko sitting in the corner of the room.
Earlier that week we went for supper with Mike and Cindy and they had told us about this one time when Mike was standing in the trees and Cindy spotted a spotted lizard hanging above Mikes head she told him to very slowly walk out of the trees but unlike every man, Mike did not listen and came (as manly as possible)screaming out of the bush! They went on to tell us that this certain gecko gets to such a size and if it feels threatened it will jump for your jugular! So when David had spotted this little spotted gecko in the corner of the room we reacted quickly by grabbing a small cup and a bottle of water. David calmy asked me what to do and as my dad had spoken he would hit the gecko a few times to shock it then capture it in a bag. So I instincivly told David to hit it. So he does. The gecko goes running at our feet (and they are fast)! I hop back as the small creature goes under the bed.David then put his face down under the bed and says I think I see it. Then he got a broom mean while im holding the cup like container to catch the GECKO! "I'll push it your way" David said calmly mean while I'm thinking NO! I do not want to touch the biting thing thank you! he gets a broom and after a while of pushing the bed around the room the gecko makes a run for it like a prisoner escape from a jail. I trap it in the container and toss it out the window. The first gecko we have caught and released!

The Romantic With Road Rash

The day after David got here we decided to get him a scooter. We spotted a few places with bikes and after some searching David spotted a green honda for rent. He spoke with the lady renting the bike for a while and then we raced off. At the first turn on davids bike he found that the bikes breaks weren't even. When he tried to slow down at the corner, the breaks caused his little green scooter to slide side ways. I immediately ran to his rescue sweeping down and saving him before the gravel could harm his unprotected flesh. Sadly this was not the case as David hit the road and rolled causing scrapes all over his arms and legs. We then went straight home to the villa where David hopped in the shower to and he told me that blood was draining out of his shorts. He then got worried about not cleaning it out fast enough so we went to the pharmacist to get liquid and gauze to clean and patch up his new wounds. Later that evening we went to a restaurant and the waitress pointed at Davids arm and said "Thailand tattoo?" After a few days David and I noticed some swelling in his foot. He decided to go to the clinic to get it looked at. We drove down to the clinic right before Chalong circle. The nurses there spoke very little english and David and I had a hard time figuring out what she wanted us to fill out for forms. He then went in to see the doctor when he came out he kept saying "amputate, amputate!" They gave him some antibiotics and sent us away. The next couple of days weren't so good because of Davids foot and also because of stomach infection which I had gotten we had come back to that same clinic a few times. The infection was no longer in Davids arm but his foot was still pussing and swelling. We have been avoiding the water because of Davids injuries.

We have been trying to do things that don't have to do with a lot of walking, like dune buggies and feeding the elephants. David has also gone and tanned at the beach while I went swimming.

We have eaten at some amazing restaurants and David loves the food here. We also have been to a first class movie unlike the movies in Canada they have assigned seats so you don't have to go in super early to get your seat. You also get the best popcorn ever! Not to sweet and not to salty, and two cokes. Large comfortable seats that are set up not to block the view of anyone else in the theatre. They play a video for the king at the beginning of every movie and you must stand to show respect. Other than that we have been taking things pretty slow. We went to the hospital today to find out if anything else was wrong with Davids foot apparently he doesn't have a broken foot but he has been walking on it to much. As for me my stomach is all healed up and I am waiting for Davids foot to heal so we can experience more of Thailand!

Canadians Invented Teleporting Already?

I was very excited for today! It had been a couple of days since I had talked to David, and I had missed him so much! He had told me that he was super busy at work and that he wouldn't be able to chat on skype. That morning I got up and went for breakfast with my dad. I had banana pancakes and eggs such a good breakfast. I then went home after that and had a shower all the things I wanted to get out of the way before talking to David. We had planned that because we were not being in contact with each other for two days, David said he would take the whole day off of work to talk on skype with me! I was so excited seeing as usually the need for sleep or work would get in the way. I opened my lap top and tried to contact David, but for some reason it wasn't working. I told him I would go to another spot and then we could chat. I liked talking in my room because then I don't get strange looks for talking with my computer in public. I decided to try this small restaurant by the ocean this way David could see me and where I was, but the connection was still not working...

David is a mennonite boy that I had met through our mutual friend Isaac. He was from Waldheim and I am from a small town on the other side of the river. David and I became stupendous allies, my accomplice in schemes. We liked doing a lot of the same things snow boarding, paintball, camping, etc.

He told me that the connection still wasn't working and that I should go to Don's where the connections always works. I was so wanting the background of the ocean that I tried to get the waitress to help me but for some reason skype was still not working! I finally decided to try Dons and if it didn't work there I was going to tell David that we should just try typing back and forth, that I just missed talking to him and would rather have that then nothing at all.At this time I was starting to get upset and very frustrated so I scrambled my stuff together and bolted to Dons. When I got there I found a quite place but skype wasn't working the weird thing was is that the call was going through but the screen was black and the no sound was coming through.

I then at this point was feeling so down, I mean I felt like it had been forever since I had heard his voice, seen his face. Then this guy walks up to me and I was thinking that it was the fist british guy to ever come up to me. "Hey" he said. My head went blank, Then I thought I must be seeing things, It was David!! My mouth opened but no words came out. I think my tongue was in to much shock to let anything come out. He had travelled all the way from Canada to Thailand to see me! By himself! I kissed him but at the same time my brain still hadn't completely believed it! After that we both hopped on the scooter and very cautiously tried to drive the couple of blocks to the villa. That evening I would randomly poke David just to make sure it was really him there. After getting settled in his room, and after he had a shower. I had been called by my dad who also had no idea that David was on his way here. Dad had an entirely different expression when I came around the corner and David followed after me. "WAHOO! WOW! YOU!" as he passed around the ground. after the initial shock of Davids arrival was over we went to Kata Mama Two a small thai restaurant and ordered David some very Thai food then went for a bit of a cruise around Phuket. I showed David the ocean.He was so happy about the heat and couldn't believe he was finally here, and neither could I. Then we headed home so he could rest.

Don't Believe Everything You Think

I woke up today by my dad slamming on the door.He thinks I can't hear him on the inside. Which I can and I've told him he actually makes me jump every time. "The house is getting fumigated because of the ants, so I need you to unlock all the doors to the house"(about 5). I was not dressed or had all my stuff I needed for the day. By the time I was ready for them to come into my room they were waiting for the rest of the doors to be open. Dad gave me this attitude like "what you haven't done it yet"! Then he he opened two doors and said "well I could have done that". I dropped my clothes off at the laundry place for washing and met dad at Crepes a breakfast place we like to eat at. Dad then asked me what I plan on doing with my life.

I went back to the villa it smelt slightly odd, like burnt ketchup chips ( how do I know how they taste is a different story).

I went to yoga today. Thomas our instructor first taught us how to breath like sea monkeys. "Breath in through your throat, keep your head down Kaylee". Then we began to put our arms and legs in positions they didn't appreciate. It was like playing twister, by yourself. Thomas would add in jokes and stories between instructions. He would talk about how much yoga does for your body, then add if he could only stop his drinking problem he'd be great! He then would tell my father to fix something. Dad did not enjoy yoga he brought up ailments that stopped him from doing the same pose I was doing, like tendonitis. Even though I just got out of physio for carpel tunnel. Thomas then assured us that the pain we were feeling from the stretch is where yoga begins "when pain starts is when yoga starts". Later he told us that "It's just your mind telling your body it feels pain". Ya I know Thomas its screaming it!

I did enjoy the class. I think I would enjoy it more after I go a few more times and get used to Thomas's teaching skills.

A couple hours later we went to a vietnamese restaurant. Dad ordered the number two and I ordered the beef salad. I get a bowl of noodles I think to myself hmm weird salad and eat it. Then about five minutes later another plate comes out with beef salad in it. Dad and I looked at each other then the plate, then back at each other. We finish the meal that was first brought out to us. We try to ask the waitress who speaks very little english What the meal was. She then pointed to the number two on the menu and then Dad said" yes, thats what I had but what did she have." seeing as the second plate was suppose to be my meal. The waitress replied while pointing at the menu "number two...two" it wasn't till after a bit of back and forth with the menu that we realized that when my dad ordered the number two she thought he was meaning two orders so really she kept saying "number two...too"! Poor women spoke better english then we thought. It reminded me of a funny story that took place on the telephone between my oldest sister and my Grandma. We named one of our cats T.C. simply for the cat. When My sister asked my grandma what T.C. stands for my grandma would reply "the cat". My sister would then repeat herself thinking my grandma didn't understand the question "yes grandma the cat. What does T.C. stand for"? My grandma again but even slower would repeat "the cat". as you can imagine this went on a few more times. Till finally my grandma said "T for THE and C for CAT"!