Another Week.

Well Hello All!

First, I'd like to say Happy late birthdays on here to Melissa and Allison! Yay for September birthdays!

Last week I had a big presentation in my Literary Criticism class and I was SO super nervous about it. We were not only being graded on the content of our presentation, but on our dress, presentation style, and how many verbal pauses we had. Fortunately, it went REALLY! I am so relieved and happy to get it over with! I'm pretty sure that is the scariest thing I'll do all semester.

Also, Frank and Vinney had another glam-photo shoot at the hospital (translate: ultrasound for my thyroid cysts). So far there is no conclusive information, but so FAR I think that they are the same size so I don't HAVE to have them out immediately. I'll need to have them out sometime ANYWAY, so it really is a matter of time, but not having to have another biospy or surgery while my husband is gone will be good. Definitely good. I'll keep you all posted when I get the full comparison results.

Those were the two big events of the last week, and happily, this week seems pretty boring in comparison. Class, homework, work.... that's about it! I can't believe that this is the third week of September. I keep getting wafts of the feelings I used to have this time of year when I was younger going to school on crisp Fall mornings with my collared shirt and blue pants. Man, I loved school! I guess I always have.

Anyway, things here are good. I miss my husband SO freaking much, words just can't even begin to describe it. I have a few friends who have husbands in transit coming home from their long deployments- one, who is due home any day now, has been gone for 15 months. Another should be home in about two weeks and has been gone for 12 months, and the last time he saw his wife and baby boy was in December at the baby's birth. These homecomings are so exciting, I am so thrilled for these friends. And of course, it makes me look forward to my own homecoming! :)

Hope you have a great week! I'll leave you with this little smackerel of Dutcha:

Big Girl Shoes.

You make me stand tall
You add some inches
I like you a lot
except where it pinches

You help me seem leaner
my pant hems are cleaner
My legs look much longer
my ab muscles get stronger

I feel put together
when you grace my feet
Flats don't do it, either
(but they don't make me bleet)

So cheers to you, high heels
you sure are swell
Though I got a blister
On this I won't dwell

And so until next time
I'll keep this affection
and am happy to have you
in my wardrobe selection.

All is Well!

Hey all,

I realized that I really haven't updated on school, or on that class I taught!

School is good. Life has been busy! I have found it pretty tricky to get myself back into non-procrastinating self-discipline mode. I do like the classes for the most part, and I am really happy with my professors, on the whole.

The class I got to "teach" last week was really fun. Of course my hands got all clammy and gross right as I walked in, and I was shaking a little- that's what adrenaline does to me. If you've ever been around me when I'm talking about something I care about, or doing something that might charge me with adrenaline, then you can picture exactly how I looked standing at the end of that conference table :)

I'm afraid I mis-lead some of you though. I am not going to be teaching an actual class this whole semester, I have to complete a year of this program before I am officially qualified to do that. I was pinch-hitting for one of the professors I assist. Still though, it was great. And I had the sinking sensation that someday, I'll get my PhD, just so I can do that every day. Kind of exciting :)

It was great too because the prof came in about half way through the class right when I was losing steam on the discussion scene. She stepped in and picked up where I left off, and WOW I learned a lot from watching her do what I had been doing. I attend the class every Tuesday and it is great to look in on how she approaches each subject, and how she dissects the texts. Dissects the texts. Dissects the texts. Ok, sorry :)

Anyway, all is well here. I am defying the rules and NOT mowing the lawn today... going to see if it can wait until Thursday, oh rebel that I am. Hopefully I won't get a warning from housing... 3 strikes and you're out!

Dutch has been neutered and other than a little clumsiness, he is doing really well. He's pretty much back to normal today, just a little smaller appetite still. He has also been micro chipped so now he can be identified if he ever escapes! I'm very happy they were able to do it while he was sleeping :)

Anyway, I'm headed back to read some Marxist Critical Theory... just finished the chapter on Gay and Lesbian critical theory which is not so much my bag, but Marxist I can get behind. Anyway, hope you all are doing well. I'll try to be less boring and random... and more consistent!

One... or Two.

So a few weeks back I went to the eye doc, and some of you have heard how horrible the experience.

In the end, it turns out the contact prescription he gave me was not right either, but that is beside the point.

Anyway, basically it was bad because I felt very uncomfortable for several reasons and I won't go in to them. But today when Matt and I talked I told him about it, and after a bit of discussion (including whether or not I should report the doctor to the police) he said this:

"I'd like to ask the doctor 'which is better? One... or two?' And then punch him the balls.

I love my husband :)