On Monday evening, I decided to go for a run, I'm thinking a little jog to the park and back. My husband has a different idea. Before I know it, were running through a construction site, onto a bridge, along a highway.
Theres a jogging path on the highway. People do that here.
Then were in the city. I cant breathe, so my husband tells me about his day. Then we get to Progressive Field, where the Indians play. We ran too far, way to far, I have to walk. So we stroll home, hand in hand.
My husband prays for me. Hears about my new friends. Laughs at my jokes. We stop to chat with some neighbors at the park. They will soon be our friends.
Therefore dinner's not till 9. We do that here.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
A Lad Named Sully
We live in apartment 53. In apartment 54 lives a little lad named Sully.
He's 4, and so wonderful.
He doesnt really know I exist yet, he doesn't even give me the time of day, except when I feed him cookies and candy, then he grunts at me
He doesnt speak English, he only speaks Sully.
He's 4, and so wonderful.
He doesnt really know I exist yet, he doesn't even give me the time of day, except when I feed him cookies and candy, then he grunts at me
He doesnt speak English, he only speaks Sully.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Montezuma's Revenge
I married the man of my dreams. We ran off into the land of honeymoon bliss, on the shores of Cancoon, Mexico. We couldn't be happier, the ocean by day, beautiful candlelight dinner by night. And then it hit...dun dun dun the Montezuma's Revenge.
The legend goes, Old Man Montezuma dies on vacation. He makes the world pay.
I sleep for 2 days straight. Awake only long enough to be sick everywhere. Early Wednesday morning, while Cancoon is still sleeping, we just have to leave. At the airport, I collapse at the ticket counter, and hit my head on the way down. At the emergency room in Houston, Im given shots and drugs that numb the pain, but make me drowsy. Perfect. I sleep to friday, and wake up in Cleveland.
I fight with Montezuma in my head. Why us Montezuma? Why did you ruin such a good thing? And then I finally understand his wrath, and we come to terms. He's getting his revenge on me because of my husband.
My sweet husband who held my hair back as I lost my insides over the bathroom sink. My husband who handwashed everything I soiled. My husband who ran to the pharmacy in the middle of the night, 3 nights in a row. My husband who wheeled me through every terminal, all the while whispering sweet nothings.
Its not fair to the world that I got him.
Montezuma made me pay.
The legend goes, Old Man Montezuma dies on vacation. He makes the world pay.
I sleep for 2 days straight. Awake only long enough to be sick everywhere. Early Wednesday morning, while Cancoon is still sleeping, we just have to leave. At the airport, I collapse at the ticket counter, and hit my head on the way down. At the emergency room in Houston, Im given shots and drugs that numb the pain, but make me drowsy. Perfect. I sleep to friday, and wake up in Cleveland.
I fight with Montezuma in my head. Why us Montezuma? Why did you ruin such a good thing? And then I finally understand his wrath, and we come to terms. He's getting his revenge on me because of my husband.
My sweet husband who held my hair back as I lost my insides over the bathroom sink. My husband who handwashed everything I soiled. My husband who ran to the pharmacy in the middle of the night, 3 nights in a row. My husband who wheeled me through every terminal, all the while whispering sweet nothings.
Its not fair to the world that I got him.
Montezuma made me pay.
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