What doesn't kill us...

...makes us stronger. Really? Is it just me or has life gotten really treacherous lately? I feel like there are so many things "attacking" from every direction. And, there's just not enough time to do everything that needs to be done. Especially, when you're trying to get to a better situation in life. I feel a day late and a dollar short almost every day.

I went to campus today to find the bookstore and purchase my books. I had no idea where it was. BTW, it's not on the college campus map they hand out. How dumb is that? I didn't want to be the old lady that asked where the bookstore was if it was right next to me. I noticed a flow of students coming with books in plastic bags. Obviously, if I followed the line of ants then I would find the anthill. After stalking a few students, I finally found it. And, yes, books are still way overpriced. Why can't they send out digital files of the textbook? Do you know how much cheaper that would be. I just got three of my books today--a mere $174.

Our computer is riddled with viruses so I haven't been able to upload any pictures. I'm bummed because I have so much going on and would like to blog about it. Brant doesn't understand my need to blog. Writing is my outlet. If I ever become famous, I will have a well-documented life. :) The computer also will freeze up in the middle of using it. Ughh!!! Frustration.

We are putting the kids in a "dance" class on Monday nights. Ever since Madison saw her cousins Emy and Averi Frampton perform at a dance competition in St. George, she has been wanting to go to dance classes. I bought her some leotards and dance skirts in pink. She is so excited. Porter doesn't want to go. We told him to try it and if he doesn't like it he doesn't have to go. If the boys don't go it will save me a lot of money. It's actually such a beginning class that it's the basics of tumbling, following directions, and some toe pointing.

Lane has been our ER poster child this month. He fell out of the bunkbed and cut his head open on an open dresser drawer. We shaved it, cleaned it, and glued it. It's healed nicely. As a result, he's sporting a mohawk. Two days ago he ended up in the ER because he got into Brant's Adderall. He was one stoned little kid. If you don't know, it's an amphetamine. Or, more commonly referred to as "speed" on the street. If you need it, it calms you down. If you don't, well then you become very happy. And, yes Brant does have a prescriptioin for it. It's fairly potent and requires a regular visit to the doctor to continue prescriptions. Lane kept saying, "Me happy. Me feel good." They had to give him the maximum dose of sedatives--or "downers" in street-speak. He was tweaking like a mad man. I felt horrible. Hopefully, that will be the last and only time I have to go to the hospital because my son overdosed on a controlled substance. He didn't go to sleep until 4:30 am.

Brant and I have been tag teaming on the work schedule. He works Wednesday through Sunday nights and I work Monday through Thursday days. We are still trying to catch up from being unemployed for two months. But, despite it all, we are making ends meet. And, for that we are grateful. Plus, we all still have our health. You can't put a price on that.

I'm trying to get into the academic mode. It's been a long time. About 18 years to be precise. Funny how I came to the realization that I have been forty for most of my life. The out-of-place feeling I had today on campus is the same one I had back in college. I think I have always been older than everyone. It's just a mindset, I guess. I had to laugh to myself. I guess I've finally reached my age. I am starting with English, Elementary Algebra, Computer Literacy, American History, and Library Information. All general classes, so nothing too hard yet.