Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Does anyone know CPR?
We all have one of those friends. The one who should have been your sister but got dropped off at the wrong house. She is also the one who can talk you into just about anything AND make you think it's a great idea.
That's my Trina. She was the first friend that I made when I moved to Utah. Our kids are six months apart in age, she has a boy, I have a girl, we both have fertility issues that make them our one and only so we thoroughly enjoyed each other's children.
Trina is the friend who let my baby eat a poisonous plant, to be honest, she let her baby eat it too. I am the friend who let my kid bite her kid, over and over and over again, with no idea how to stop it. She loves me still, and so does he!
When something goes wrong, we call each other first, when something goes right, we call each other first. When one of us gets hurt, the other one laughs until she pees her pants and has to change before taking her friend to the emergency room. It works for us.
I think though, that this might be the last straw. Trina called me today, on her way to work, with her next brilliant idea. She wants to train for a marathon and thinks it would be fun, yes FUN!!! if we did it together.
My head is spinning. You may or may not know that I am a cigarette smoking, wine drinking, french fry loving train wreck most of the time, but I've got good genes! I'm blessed with a fast metabolism and a body that is determined not to carry around that Mt. Everest of food I consume on a regular basis.
This does not, however, mean I want to run. No one is chasing me so what's the point? I mean if some guy was after me trying to make me wife number 42 I would run like hell, maybe even jump some hurdles, but just because? Seriously? People do this? Voluntarily? No they don't, they do it because their friend called them at work, on a Wednesday, when they were eyeballs deep in a contract and they couldn't think of a way out.
My only response, Ok, I will, but not like competitively or anything, I mean, I'm not going to run fast, maybe a little jog, but nothing that is going to give me bad knees later. I'm still using those knees occasionally, ok, I'm not, but I'm hopeful!
Anyway, if you don't hear from me, send help, sexy paramedics and some french fries, and whatever happens, remember, it's all Trina's fault.