Bring on the Week!

Thank God I am finished with my research paper and presentation for Human Sexuality! It went okay, could have gone a lot worse... I just felt lacking in the visual aids department. I had a hard time figuring out what kind of handouts I could use for showing that some people just don't feel a need to have sex. The other person who did their presentation tonight did sex addiction and she had "stuff". My topic seemed pretty dull after that.

I am still without a textbook for the class. It's about to make me batty because I will have to read about half of the book when it finally arrives, just so I will be up to speed on things for the mid-term.

Had a good kids day. It was my day for everyone to be here. The girls decorated t-shirts with fabric paint and Sharpies and later we made soap. Everyone loves soap. I love soap because if you want to do a messy craft project, soap is the cleanest mess around.

Now for the BESTEST news!!!! Keith's oncologist today actually used the word. For those of you who know about it, you know that I have been waiting on that WORD >>> and the word is REMISSION!!!!!! Can I hear a WHOO HOO??

By lunch time today, my stomach was in knots and I was popping Pepto pills like candy. By 5:15 I was completely freaked out that Keith wouldn't get back with me (I knew he was probably still with his doctor) and I would have to go into class completely in the dark about things. THANK GOD he called just moments after that. WHOO HOOO again.

We had a pretty uneventful weekend. Hannah and Keith went fishing yesterday and had a nice time together. I was holed up back here, working on my evil paper. I learned a lot, but geez, it's stressful.

I got a postcard from Curves saying they want me back. I would love to go back. I've had all intentions of showing up there to re-start my membership, but with classes two nights a week, working 8 hour days, doing homework, doing this kid swap thing... yadda yadda... It just doesn't happen for me. I know I'm as big as a house because I really let myself go after Keith's diagnosis. At that point, all I wanted to do was get through things: fat, skinny... whatever! I just needed to keep my wits about me. Now I'm feeling like a cow. At least I'm a heifer with a healthy hubby!