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| Pre-Celeb Marriage Moments |
John and I recently celebrated on our first year anniversary and as our newlywed period came to an end so did our chance of becoming a "celebrity marriage." Our definition of celebrity marriage is anything that lasts under a year. During our first year of marriage we've had a few celebrity marriage moments...There was the time about 5 months into our marriage that I scalped John with an unfortunate incident with the clippers. That result was a very bald husband with a faint even balder stripe down the left side of his head...The mismatched baldness made for a very tense afternoon, and when John calmed down and started speaking to me again. I then learned that we had been on the verge of becoming a "celebrity marriage." The hair grew back and he almost laughs about it now...
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| No pictures of the hair but proof we did recover to live another Day! |
Recently I had a celebrity marriage moment of my own about a week shy of our anniversary we packed up our belonging for the summer and traded in island life for a summer in The Virginia Hills so John could complete a wildlife internship. Getting of our island is no small feat under the best of circumstances, but a 4:00 am wake up and dash to the airport compounded by the fact that we spent much of the previous afternoon with the usual suspects at Aquarium did not help. John was feeling a little worse for wear, and I had spent the last month feeling worse for wear. A few weeks before our newlywed period was coming to an end we found out we would be parents come December! So, here we are in line with about 500 other people trying to get off the island, dealing with Liat (if you have ever flown in the Caribbean you know our pain) both on the verge of puking and my darling husband discovers, as we are paying the extortionist behind the luggage counter, that he has left his debit card at Aquarium. This is a bigger problem than it sounds because we are sketchy nomads and have bank accounts and addresses around the world. To get a new card issued could take months and this is the account with most of our money so, really we can't leave this island without this card. The steam is beginning to come out of my ears and now that I am righteous and pious and no longer drink I think all sort of uncharitable thoughts that teetolers think about their lush counterparts. John decides to leave me to deal with 3 months worth of luggage and the stone faced extortionist behind the desk and "dash of to Aquarium" to retrieve this card. Remember its 5 am. Armed with my saltines I battle through Liat, pay the next scam artist, the departure tax woman, and wait and wait and wait for my husband to come back. I know he won't get this card and am getting madder by the minute... so then I start the text campaign where I send several texts swearing to leave him on this island and maybe never come back...I then see our little Escudo come tearing around the corner on two wheels. Husband jumps out, has no card and we dash to security. Even though I am no longer "speaking to him" I somehow ascertain that he broke into the owner of Aqauriums house and woke him up (I can't even describe what I am thinking then) and he is going to check the safe and if the card is there bring it to us. About 3 minutes later while in customs a saviour of a man dashes through customs...pandimonium breaks lose and I think we are going to be arrested, but we get the card back. Thank you Uli! A mad dash to the plane ensues and all I can think is all of this for an unpaid intership....
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| No pictures of this day either, but I think I had this look on my face most of the day. |
The day continued much like it started and I surprised myself when we finally (12 hours later) landed on US territory and homeland security looked at my Malawian/British husband asked me is this your husband and I said yes, without hesitation.
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| We made it! |
A week later we celebrated our one year anniversary and while the "celebrity marriage moments" are sure to still crop up...It's nice to know we've got one year under our belt.
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| My first year paper gift! I gave John a vet book....Ooops! |
