Sexy Healthy Wealthy

So I’m flying to Utah May 14th  and I forward my flight information to my 2 sisters there with the subject line saying “Get ready, bitches!”

Hahahah, joke’s on me…Tiffy PooPoo (I believe you’ve met?) immediately sends me this reply, along with a link: “Hey this is the 5K we’re doing on May 16, so make sure to go to the link and sign up if you want to donate you can I think i donated like 10 dollars.”

Ummm…okay…we’ll skip the formalities, such as who’s picking me up from the airport, where I’m staying that night…I’m pretty much just diving into this unknown cause.  So what is it? HAHAHAHA oh man…she should have sent ME the subject line “Get ready, bitch!”…. we are going to March for Babies.  I’m not kidding you.  And now that I think about it, as noisy as Philadelphia is–with all the people and traffic–it’s actually eerily silent.  Stores, libraries, Walmart…there aren’t masses of babies running around screaming their heads off with young flustered mothers frantically looking around to see who is watching while their kids turn into little piles of hot leaky messes.

I was looking for the right picture for this post, and I found this one.  The last time I was in Utah my (other) little sister and I decided to go “grab a bite” with 4 little boys under the age of 4-(try THAT one, college students everywhere else)….and here is what happens when she leaves to buy seconds (the kids were starving—who knew?)  One by one, they all decide to stand on their chairs.  And here’s me–left to watch them–taking pictures.  I thought it was great!  Who says we have to “sit down on our chairs” to eat, anyway?  You’re right, little boys!  Let’s unite and fight this chair oppression that befalls us.  And as I was unstrapping the 6 month old from his car seat to join our cause…there comes my sister around the corner.  APPARENTLY standing on chairs in a restaurant with a cement floor is a “safety issue.”  Whatever.

I still don’t know what the big deal is with the makeup party we had.  Doesn’t *everybody* look just a little bit cuter with blush?  I know–looking back, I can see that waterproof mascara wasn’t the BEST choice.  Especially on a Sunday morning.  Before church.  I thought it was a bonding experience.  They called it “sick and wrong.” Whatever.

SO…if anybody out there wants to donate to this worthy cause, click here.  I’m pretty sure it’s going to be the only 5k I’ve done where the joggers are actually outnumbered by the cause itself–I expect to be marching “amongst” the babies rather than for them.  In fact, I’m probably going to be nipped in the heels by a stroller or two–FOR 3.2 MILES.  At least with the Philly AIDS walk I didn’t have any patients running after me with hypodermic needles.

I love Utah.