Certified

Finally. I did it. I went and got myself certified. No. I did not get myself into that straight jacket I think I'm gonna end up in. On the contrary. I believe that my most recent accomplished task has increased my sanity level just a tad. You see, when Alex first started crawling and putting everything under the sun into his curious little mouth, I told myself that I would take a course on CPR and first aid. Did I do this? Yes. Four years later. But, I did do it and that is what counts. Right? This weekend I went to take a class with my buddy of twenty-two years, Mandy. With both of us as stay-at-home mamas, we figured it was about time we ease our worried minds just a little by learning something we should have learned years ago. I'm very happy that we finally bucked up and did it and I do feel better about having this knowledge. The last time I took CPR lessons was when I was in eighth grade I believe. The dummies were older and our whole class shares two or three of them. I can still taste the faint residue of the alcohol pads on my mouth when I think about it. Nasty. Luckily, times are a changin' and the dummies we used this past weekend were professionally sterilized and we each had our own. Here's the fun part though. Mandy and I have done so many things together over our many years of friendship. So it was just natural that we take this course together. The problem? Together, Mandy and I have the combined maturity of a ten-year old. (And I think I'm being generous with that.) So when we had to partner up and practice the Heimlich maneuver on each other, the giggles began. I mean seriously...have you tried to find your friend's belly button lately? Especially after one of you ended up with a belly that looks like a balloon that's been shredded by Freddy Kreuger rendering your belly button all but useless and hidden amongst the massive scarring. (That would be me, by the way.) Awkward, much? Yes. As she said to me, I'm glad we took it together otherwise we would have been wrapping our arms around a total stranger. Even more awkward. We actually did well this time though. No bouts of uncontrolled silent laughter. Perhaps it's finally happened and we've matured into responsible serious adults.

Hmmm...

Nah.