Belgium.

The 25 YR old arrived back home from Belgium yesterday. I was worried about him the entire time he was away ( yes, even though I know he's a grown adult, a man, I'm still a mother and I still worry) I thnak God for bringing him back home safely to me. He is seen here with one of his friends; she's not his GF but his best friend, which is actually even better because best friends endure (I've had my BFF since we were 12) but girlfriends do not. I asked him if his friends were weird and he said he already knew they were weird before, but they're the good kind of weird; weird like him, and not the weird kind of weird. He said the flight down was awful: he was sandwiched in-between 2 fat smelly guys and his arms were basically locked and he had no room plus there was a baby on one side of him that kept barfing for the entire 9 hours and the stench filled the entire cabin and another baby on his other side that cried the whole time. Ugh. It's interesting as well how my hubby never has any problem picking up the kids at the airport (which is in Toronto and a 2 hour drive each way) but whenever I need a ride to or a pick up to the airport he always has a problem with it; it's too far, he's too busy, he doesn't have the time, etc, it's always a hassle and he always complains having to do it, always a burden if it's for me.

The last time he was there(I took him when he was 11) he slept all across Europe so this time as a joke he had photos oh him sleeping everywhere, just for me. Ha, ha. In this one here he look like a homeless bum. He said they went to 2 zoos in both Antwerp and Amsterdam, to an aquariam, hanging around but mostly eating...his fave, thing in the whole world.(even for his birthday gift he got food!) He said how they went to 9 fancy restaurants incl. a 250$ Chinese buffet that had something like 20 rows of offerings and here he is in the photo below enjoying his birthday dinner: a 35 $ steak. They also welcomed him with huge rainbow-colour balloons that spelled out his name when he arrived and he slept on a mattress that was laid out on the couch and coffee table, not the most comfortable thing so as soon as he got home he went out and bought a 400$ thermal weighted blanket. Who the f*ck spends 400$ on a blanket? I haven't even spent that on boots! (although I DID spend 900$ on my Canada Goose parka) Maybe he's just joking with me again? I can't see a blanket costing that much....The most I ever spent on a blanket was 55$. HA! My mother once spent a few hundred $$$ on the wool Hudson's Bay blanket though once when we used to have $$$$ but that's pure wool, and he works a minimum wage job at the grocery....where is he getting that kind of $$$ from? Shit....what exactly did he do over there in Europe,anyway....did he bring some sort of "package" over in his luggage, or what....ha,ha... speaking of which, I let him borrow my suitcase and it's treasured and I paid 200$ for it too so I told him he better take good care of it and it better come back in one piece or he owes me a new one. Luckily they both came back in good condition!

On the way home from the airport I phoned them to talk to him(I missed him and wanted to see how his trip went and wanted to talk to him before he came thru the door and everyone else pounced on him and stole him away and I wouldn't have a chance) and at first my hubby said he wasn't there yet; his flight was delayed( this was already 3 hours after it was due to arrive) and he said it hadn't landed yet so I thought Oh....oh,well, I've been there, I've had my flight 2-3 hours late... and didn't really think much of it but I checked the flight status to see why the delay and when it was expected.....and it said it had landed 3 hours ago.....what the f*ck? so then I was worried that the poor guy had been wandering around the airport all this time waiting for my hubby and that he must have been in the wrong area so I called him back.....only to hear the sound of the two of them howling with laughter and them telling me I've been pranked; he had him there with him the entire time. Shit. I'm so tired of their shit. It's not funny and I'm tired of always being messed-with like that,esp. when they make me worry and play on my anxiety.

He also took a photo of a hippo at the zoo for me because he knows I love hippos. A little hippo souvenir from the zoo giftshop would have been nice,too, but hey, I like the photo,too, even if it is the hippo's ass, ha,ha! I asked him what it's name was and if it was a male or female but he had no idea. At least he remembered to get the photo, right? Be thankful for the little things. I'm glad he had a nice time, and he said it not only met but exceeded what he was expecting ( other than the airline scamming him into paying 70$ each way for the luggage, but he said the food was good: duck l'orange and wine and they had mood lighting and velvet curtains to separate them from the peasants...). This will be a monumental moment and memory in his life he will never forget; one of those special times he will cherish forever.

As well, the other day after my mother had her eye app't her and my hubby stopped off and got subs for them to eat but didn't bring anything back home for me and their excuse if that I don't like Subway and while that's true they still could have got me something else; it's rude and mean to get food(or anything) for everyone except for one person; to exclude and leave out one person like that. It's just not polite and not right. It's a shitty thing to do and makes the excluded person feel like shit.It's my hubby's birthday today too; he's 56(and he calls me "old" when he's 4 years older than me; he's almost 60 and closer to 60 than I am, so if I'm old then he's a geezer) and the kids made him home-made cards but they never do for me on my birthday or on Mother's Day and it hurts, like I'm not worth the effort or they don't love me enough to bother. The 12 YR old said he forces  them to make him the cards and I don't know if that's actually true or not or just his excuse but if it is, WTF? Forced cards wouldn't be the same as home-made cards made from the heart though,anyway; the thought and love put into it wouldn't be the same or have the same meaning anyway so I say it doesn't "count." The 18 YR old also got 100% on her last 2 assignments at school and the class average was 60% and she said lots of people are dropping out already,too, and the 23 YR old said in her Psychology course originally 5 YRS ago they started off with 700 and now it's down to around just 10.