Well, another day another dollar gone. We are so incrediblly broke and there is nothing we can do about it. At least nothing as I can see it. Tom hasn't been going to work because he has been incrediblly dizzy, Tony won't go to work until the car is fixed, we can't fix the car until we have more money, we are in a big catch 22. I decided on my way home from school yesterday that I am not going to go summer term, I will just get a job, and if I can make more than $8 an hour, I won't go back to school, we just are too desperate right now for me to be sitting at home doing homework, instead of earning a paycheck. Happy Ash Wednesday to me. The thought of not continuing makes me want to cry, but I know we need the money an I have so long until I've finished, then I will have added to the stress, because then we'll have student loans to pay off. I just can't take the stress of it all.

Ok, it's been awhile. Laid out of Art last Thursday. I am feeling a little stressed. Checked our bank balance and found we have almost no money. Tom's meniers is acting up again, and we really need him to be at work so we can get some money in the bank. I don't want him to feel pressured though but he's the sole supporter of everyone in our house. This is not good. I will see if I can't find a part time evening job for those nights I don't have school. We have to get Tony off his ass and looking for a job. Sorry, that wasn't kind, but I am stressed and we need money and he hasn't looked for a job. I guess it's a good thing that he decided not to buy a car, just get Tom's fixed and the two of them use that. I just hope he can get a job at Wal-Mart or something close like that. Course he can't get a job until he applies for a job. Ok, I have to get off of this topic, I'm getting frustrated.

School was good tonight, I came to the library to get some work done, but I felt like blogging first.

This weekend was pretty good, yesterday was mine and Tom's 6/9 year anniversary. We celebrated with Tony and Sherrie on Friday and Saturday, and went to Ellie's for dinner on sunday (with everyone). Mom kept the girls and Ellie kept the boys and we played Mario Party 5 and Drank. Tony and Tom got blitzed Friday night. Tom remembers nothing. We didn't go to bed until VERY late. I had to be up with the kids until 11, Tone and Sher went about 8:30 and 9 respectively and Tom passed out at about 6:45, we finally got him downstairs about an hour later. Tony passed out on the bed for a little while with Tom, dropped mid-sentence. It was a blast! Tom is so funny when he's drunk. However we (Sherrie and I) have decided to limit how much the guys are allowed to drink from now on. Saturday night wasn't so good, and way to much liquor was purchased and drunk. We figured if we let them have 5 shots each, that should be good for a pretty damn good buzz. Friday I have no idea how much they had, but I lost count after 7.

Helen called for our anniversary and it was really nice to talk to her. Tom IM'd with her later and she said she might come down!!!!! She's looking at March 19th or so. I hope she can pull it off. It'll be great to see her again! the Boobie Head Sisters REUNITE! I really hope everything works out so that she can come.

I have been praying alot more lately, I don't know why, maybe I should get my ass to church, maybe it would help with all this stress.

Ok, I hate Art Appreciation. I feel so stupid now. We had a test last week. I made a 77 :( We wrote apaper on a work of art we liked, I made a C. I hate this class. I don't want to make a C in fucking ART! Plus the man DRIVES ME BATTY! Besides just pretty much reading to us out of the book, he says, "if you will" constantly while he does it! When he is speaking from his head, it's not so bad. And when he asks a question, he wants the answer straight word for word out of the text. All my classes today have made me feel like shit. According to the definitions of social classes, I am "poor", not even good enough to be "working class". Then in Foundations, there is a girl I just want to rip her fucking head off! If she argues with me with her close minded point of view again, I may just rip her tongue out!

Tom is dizzy, has been for 2 days, I am really worried about him. He's getting depressed again. I don't want him to know that I am worried about him, cause that stresses him and upsets him more when I'm worried, but I can't help it. I just want my baby to be ok. I need him to know that I love and respect him no matter what. Hell I just want to hold and love him until he feels better.

Sitting here in the library, talking to Deante and writing this has really cheered me up. He's nice. And a guy named CJ that I see in here all the time, I finally talked to him and found out his name, he's friends with Deante. I like talking to new people. Men especially, they are more honest, and easy to talk to. I always did hang out more with guys, even in High school.

Sigh, I should be working on one of the many papers I have due on Tuesday and Thursday. Hell I think I have an essay or a paper due in all my classes except one-Foundations. That so sucks, my weekend is now shot to hell. And I have to get my grades up. Sigh, oh well. I am off to write about Gandhi I guess.

Ok, little update before school. Plumber finally came and fixed leak in water line, my carpet is still soaked! I hope Tom sucks some of the water out of it today while I'm at school. Tom and Tony have been working really hard to get the basement seepage problem under control. We'll find out soon enough if it worked. Bring on the rain!

I haven't seen a whole lot of Tom in the past couple of days. I subbed and school, and all that kind of crap, it's been hectic. (Too many professors want things due at the same time.) I feel guilty asking Sher to do my report on India, it's just that I have so much other work due right now, and my damn Foundations professor thinks we have nothing better to do than her crap that she can't be bothered to finish in class.

The boys have been hoarding food lately. It doesn't help that we have been irresponsible about getting up with them and feeding them, but they have been eating jars of peanut butter with knives, hiding snack food in there room, pulling out sleeves of crackers. What a mess to wake up to! I love my goobers though.

More later, off to class. :)