I protested. I could make my own friends, thank-you-very-much. I’d later learn that she had similarly protested, but relented much like I did – mostly to get him to stop talking about it.
Sometime in January 2007, O’Kerri walked into my life and turned my world upside down. We often joke about our reluctance to become friends and our gratitude toward Hubs for “setting us up.”
We started slowly. We met for lunch, for a short hike, for pedicures. Soon, we were walking, hiking, camping, going to movies, eating, laughing, and hanging out in the pool together. We even met sort of accidentally in Las Vegas once.
She moved to Oklahoma just before Christmas one year and I bawled like a baby. We began road tripping together, usually to Denver for the Romp to Stomp, and once for a show at Red Rocks Amphitheater.
We have traveled nearly 7,000 miles in road trips together since 2009, and are scheduled to enjoy another 1,800 miles together in the next 30 days. We sing along with whatever’s playing on the radio (Pandora and XM are awesome on road trips), talk about world problems, life’s problems and joys, chair dance to Madonna, stop and take ridiculous pictures of SHEEEEP and cows, try our hand at silly photos with rocks and macro photos with ice. We’ve totaled one car, read one book, adopted one puppy, and likely embarrassed at least one sister-in-law. We’ve shared at least 10 hotel rooms, countless meals, inside jokes, and pedicures. We’ve even taken the Prius sort of off-roading.
Oddly enough, she has a Jeep and we’ve never taken it off-roading. Hm.We welcome other people into our friendship, enjoy being with a bunch of people, and we revel in time spent just the two of us.
|2009 - Four Corners Monument the day before I wrecked the car.|
|2009 - Romp to Stomp|
|2010 - Canyonlands Natl Park, Utah. She coulda been stuck.|
|2010 - Romp to Stomp breakfast!|
|2010 - Romp to Stomp. She watches while I try to get up out of drifted snow.|
|2010 - post Romp to Stomp. I'm good at approximately 3 things. The self-portait is one of them.|
|2011 - I desperately wanted to play with these cows.|
|2011 - SHEEEEP!!!!|
|2011 - Romp to Stomp. Remember how she didn't help me the year before? Payback, baby.|
The prompt was to limit this post to 400 words. For a woman I love more ‘n my luggage, I only need six:
I am NOT a hairy peeg!
We’d like you to explore friendship. You can talk about a current friendship or one from your past, a friend you met over kindergarten snacks or happy hour at your first job. Examine your emotional interest in the friendship and the role it plays, or played, in your life. The word limit for this prompt is 400 words.