My Goodbye Post

EDIT: JULY 2007 – Okay, er, if you’re wondering where that post up there went, well, I thought I was going to blog again, but I’m changing my mind.  Sorry for being such a flake. 

School went great, by the way.  I finished up my first semester this month—13 credits, and believe it or not, it was WAY easier and less time consuming than blogging regularly ever was.  I read the posts below this one, how nervous I was about going back to college (for reasons to do with time, but more so to do with my place as a woman), and wonder now what I was wringing my hands over.  So many of my former wonderings feel like that.  There are a lot of things settling, like a glass of mud and water having been shaken, then sifting into place.   

But I can’t blog anymore.  I don’t even know why.  I just can’t.  :)  

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MARCH 2007 - Well, this is it.  I’ve absolutely loved these couple years I’ve been blogging, but my life is no longer, “bloggable.”  It’s because of school, it really is. 

I mean, when you have five children (8, 6, 5, 3, and almost 2), are homeschooling, are selling your house and so are trying to keep it even more clean than usual because people are coming by to see it all the time, plus meals made and stories read and dance lessons attended and husbands (er, just one, actually) smooched and dogs fed and dishes washed and math problems explained and fights broken up and owies kissed and boogers wiped and dentist appointments remembered and piano practice encouraged and are trying to solve the mystery of the overdue-library-book-that-no-one-remembers-ever-seeing and (geez, I’ve already lost my breath), and then you decide to take some college classes on top of all of that?  

It’s not that I don’t want to blog anymore.  It’s that I literally can’t do it.  It’s either college classes or it’s a blog.  There are no other options.   

I’m a high-energy person, but I can’t fly (much to the sorrow of my three year old who thinks if only I’d wear a mask all day, I’d be a super hero) and I can only do fake magic.  So that means the 1-2 hours I can carve out of each day, hours I used to enjoy in the blogosphere (and writing wannabe books), are now in the, “get my bachelor’s done,” pile.  And there aren’t any other hours left.  

Which is my way of saying that I’m officially closing down this blog.  In about a week, it won’t exist anymore.  So I wanted to take a moment and give you all a HUGE Alaskan cyber-hug and thank you for all you’ve meant to me.  God has used you all so much in my life, and I am so thankful for the stretching and pruning and nurturing that has taken place in my heart through the agent of the blogosphere. 

I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to get to know you and call you a friend, and I hope to “see” you from time to time in your comments boxes, where I promise to leave annoying remarks and remnants of slushy snowballs.      

Parting Shots from my Real Life:

The sparklingly LOUD three year old:

The eight-year old horse addict working on scenes for her next movie:


The five year old tumbling with the almost-two year old (which starts the moment they wake up and ends only when they fall back asleep):

Why it’s never boring around here:

My six year old showing off her Daddy’s latest clay creation (note the super hero in the background, courtesy of the five year old):