Things get more complicated as you get older.

Murphy is well and still living here.  It appears he lives at the University too.  I have had my credits transferred.  I will have to talk to Department chairs about accepting some of my credits.  As if I don't stick out enough, they now want me talking to chairs.  Come on!!

I have signed up for 17 credits in the fall.  I will live through all of them because I have had 4 children and lived through that chaos/joy.  I mean how much more pain can it be?  I'm sure I will get my answer in August.  But will I like it?

My husband and I will be taking Spanish together so I don't have to talk to myself.  I don't want to give people anything else to talk about.  We also want to serve a mission in South America.  So we will probably be send to a Portuguese speaking country now.  God does have a sense of humor.

Overall, this will be an exciting new beginning.  Everyone in our house will be in school.  College and last year of Elementary Then Middle School.  And, oh fun, my husband now has me getting a cell phone.  Will the pain every stop?!

I Have To Be Out Of My Mind!!

Going to College for English with an emphasis in Creative Writing!  I had a conversation with a 20 year old who says that it was harder then he thought.  I don't know whether to be terrified or take into account the poor thing was in his 20's with little life experience and I'm 52 and can't remember why I even get something out of the refrigerator!  Or was I putting it back?

I feel like I am signing up for the Marines again.  I have never seen so much paper work needed.  And I must be the only one at the college that wears reading glasses.  Oh no hubby has bifocals.  I feel better now.

So we have to return to the college again tomorrow.  I just keep trying to remember what Mark Twain said.  "I try not to let my education get in the way of my learning."


I decided that I am just going to suck in all the youthful aura so I become young.

Strange Land with Strange Inhabitants

   Having visited the University, I noticed some things. The overwhelming desire I had to burp or change a diaper, not that I saw any diapers.  Anyone my age, were they fellow students or should I pay them off because they may be a future Professor?

   At my age we hug people, we are no longer held back as in our 20's.  Have these young inhabitants passed or lost that social barrier or was it a hugfest?  I felt a deep desire to see a plastic surgeon.  The urge to scream "I DON'T DYE MY HAIR!  SEE, NO GRAY!" was great but 20 year olds wouldn't care and older women might beat me up.

   It is becoming apparent it is also harder to get into the University.  Steps, staircases, walking for miles to find buildings with more steps and staircases.  And, of course, this map that is so small I need my reading glasses to read and then it's iffy.  Okay, I was going to refer to the steps you have to take to register for classes.  But remembering the sound of a box of Rice Krispies following me, that I couldn't see, gave me other thoughts.  This is my blog so I said it.