It’s Not That Scary: The Guatemala Stories (Part Four)

tampons/pamprin

I really wrote all of that stuff before so I could tell you this, my favorite story from the trip.

Okay, look. We’ve been through a lot together, you guys. So here is where I tell you that I was two hours into the road trip to Solola, at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, in a caravan where I still hadn’t learned everybody’s name, when I got my period. Continue reading

Maybe I’m Crazy…

“But why do you want to do this?” my mom asked in that tone, the worried whine of motherhood.

“For a lot of reasons,” I answered. “Because I want to, and because I don’t think I can, and… well, probably because Dad and that race when I was in the third grade.”

She sighed. She remembered.

I don’t know if I wrote about this before. Probably. Yep. I totally did. It’s worth reading, because it explains things a little.

“Just be careful out there,” Mom said. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Mom, it’s 26.2 miles. It’s going to hurt.”

More sighing. “Good luck.” Continue reading

bad night. (warning: not for the squeamish or sympathetic.)

So we hosted a small party last night, mostly comprised of people we’ve never met before. Five minutes after the first group of guests arrived, I was bleeding into the kitchen sink.

This was not one of my better parties. Well, I can’t speak for the people who attended, but I wish I could send apology notes to them. I guess that’s what I’m doing here, since many of them seemed familiar with this website. Continue reading

blood, sweat and tears

Which of the following things didn’t happen to me this past weekend?

A) Cried at a museum.
B) Ran seven miles.
C) Met someone in a hot tub who knew Dan from college.
D) Held Sara’s head as blood gushed down her face.
E) Stayed at home, finishing my book edits. Then went to the post office, got my windshield wiper blades changed, did some grocery shopping, cleaned my house, made cookies and folded my hands in homemaker glee.

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PROOF.

i wasn’t joking around, here.

My first mistake was thinking that it was Eric I had to fear last night, after yesterday’s entry. After reading through the entry, he seemed to be pretty calm about everything.

My second mistake was deviating from my nightly schedule and deciding that instead of surfing late at night, I’d lay in the other room on the futon and read my book while I waited for Eric to get home from poker.

My third mistake was assuming that I was blessed with kitty love last night. In a strange behavior change, Taylor kept jumping into my lap, demanding some attention. I pet him until he drooled all over me. He never drools. I assumed he was just happy to be safe in my lap for a few minutes. He’d leave and then come back, leave and come back. No big deal.

My fourth mistake was in assuming that the reason Cal wanted to sit on me was because he was jealous of Taylor’s attention and was trying to make up for the attempted murders over the past week when he thought I had killed Eric off.

That last mistake was the largest mistake.

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