If you would like to know something about me, I wouldn’t mind in the slightest bit being asked myself as long as the conversation stayed civil and polite.

In case any of you who read this might be confused, my boyfriend’s mother made this query on me. Not only did the age and the locale give it away, but the high school also matches the state in which the majority of her family hails. Out of respect to her privacy, I’ve blacked out all potentially identifying information about her search as it pertains to her.

Guest post by Jewel Cole

By some stroke of luck, my two best friends and I all have Tuesdays off this summer. Wanting to spend more time together, we declared Tuesday as our girls’ day out to expand our interests. Well, expanding them didn’t last too long, since we do the same thing every week. We picked golfing as our first new thing to try out, and we all fell in love with the sport.

I think it is a combination of things that made us all like it so much. The course is never busy on Tuesday so we can take our times and have fun. While none of us are athletes, we do like to stay active and enjoy being outdoors. Mix that with three lifelong friends who don’t see each other nearly enough, and it’s a winning combination.

We had so much fun that first day that we decided to do it the following Tuesday as well. We had so much fun that next Tuesday that our following week’s plans were easy enough to figure out. Notice a trend? We usually end up playing 18 holes, and then we’ll enjoy a leisurely dinner at the clubhouse I don’t have any worries in the world on those days. I have a good job I’m going to the next day, my home is secured since I set my Adt alarm system before leaving, and my family and friends are happy and healthy. Can’t wait til next Tuesday!

As of yesterday afternoon, I was officially cleared for all aerobic exercise! Just as long as I acclimate myself back into my old routine step by step — which probably means that I shouldn’t expect A’s on Dance Dance Revolution songs right off of the bat — I shouldn’t have a problem exercising with my IUD now that I’ve had it in place for a month. On a slightly unrelated note, one of my friends had all but been convinced by her doctor that she couldn’t get an IUD herself because she hadn’t borne any children, and I had to tell her that her doctor was wrong. As a matter of fact, just about any woman can get an IUD as long as her uterus measures out above six centimeters… but I digress.

I’m really going to miss going to my obstetrician as often as I was, though. Seriously, this makes me sad! Not only was he one of the most awesome doctors that I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing, but he also took my itching condition — either inter-hepatic choleostasis or some variant of PUPPP, I don’t think I ever found out which of those it was — seriously enough to prescribe me the safest possible medicine for it. Because of that man, I kept my sanity.

Oh, and before I forget to mention this! I’m still averaging an A in History of Religions, which is something that will never cease to amuse me. I think I have a higher grade in that class than one of my friends, who seems to be a fairly devout Christian. How is this happening? Someone please tell me! To be honest, I’m not sure if this should intrigue me or what. Upon deciding to take this class, I expected to struggle with it to the point that pulling a C would have made my entire year… but apparently that’s not the case. I still have a 90%.