Here we are! Born to be princes of the universe... (Highlander theme song by Queen)

I dunno much about being born as a prince to the universe.

I suppose, maybe I do, but don't.

Anyhow, it seemed like a good title for this post as I've not much else to really give as a theme.

I'm certain that there are many of you out there, if you read my posts straight through, that you'll notice that my writing style & lingo change. Often day to day.

That's just part of who I am, especially if I've been watching videos on YouTube from other english speaking countries. I will eventually pick up their accents & speaking styles enough that I start to think & speak like them. This translate to how I type up my blogs too.

It's a nice June day, and it's not very warm, but it's also not cold either. I'd say comfortable.

My youngest daughter stayed home from school today with a cold that's been bugging her. Ellie and I also found out that she was "demoted" from being one of the independent students. Her attitude has been really, really bad.

I remember, myself, when I around the same age, that I went through troubles, emotionally & what not.

I suppose that I feel for her as I wonder if she's not exhibiting signs of being bipolar or not.

Ellie discounts most of my thoughts towards this direction, but as I watch her struggle with school, I want to weep.

For me, grade school grade 6 through jr. high school, I wasn't very happy. In fact, mostly down when it came to being in school.

Very depressed when it came to school. If I was out of school, I think I did better.

Got to a point where I hated school, and I worry about my daughter. Over a month ago, she said that she's not been sleeping good and where she had problems staying to asleep.

I immediately thought of my own sleep problems with being bipolar. I don't know...

She's not quite 9.5 years old... She's already dealing with what I would call the first stages of the pain associated with bipolar & depression.

Now, I never was diagnosed as bipolar till I was 39, and I probably should've seen a doctor about my depression & other mood problems when I was 13 or years old, instead of chalking it up as a kid being lazy or what not.

I remember being yelled at by my mom for 30+ minutes at a time for my poor grades & getting office referrals & pink slips for poor marks & participation.

That didn't necessarily make me want to trust my mom with any of my secrets or things that bothered me.

She tried once, and only once, to force me to tell her about a relationship I had with a girl that I didn't want to tell her about it. She sat there arguing with me for a good 20 minutes or so, but I didn't want to tell her anything because it just wasn't her business. My brothers would've caved by then, but I was a stubborn ass.

I don't want to ever do that to my daughters, and I try to be soft & gentle as I can to help them out.

My kids will never have a "party" dad, but they'll have a dad that will take time to listen, they'll have a dad that will encourage them to do whatever their heart desires them to do.

In short, I really am just trying to live a good life...