Well, I've been meaning to post for days, but I've been too busy gallivanting around the city to have time to blog. That's a good thing, I suppose. Friday was date night, Saturday we worked out and ended up at a local strawberry festival (where in the 90 degree heat and 110% humidity, we nearly lost a child who insisted on doing the bounce house and quickly over heated), Sunday was the first trip to the outdoor pool (along with everyone else in Dayton), Monday found me at my first Pilates class since January (my abs HATE me today) and in the evening was a pedicure with a good friend followed by the Bachelorette with some girls (I got home at midnight... can't even remember the last time I stayed out that late!) Finally, today, the park and a friend's backyard pool. Let's just say I *tend* to over do it on my good weeks. But soon, every week is going to be a good week, right?! Does that mean I'll finally just normal out or will it mean every week will be an over doing it week? Time will tell.
There are still a lot of fun and jam packed days to look forward to this week, but I have to say that Monday looms close in my mind. The final intensive treatment. I'm having a love/hate relationship with it. On the one hand I know I have to walk through it to get it behind me, on the other hand... I HATE the rough week. But shoot, it's the last rough week. So, I need to get all prayed up and ready. In the mean time... I've got some living to do. Feel free to pray as you like! (Perhaps along the lines that I quit being an idiot :)