So, this isn’t some huge change that is happening. I have decided to cancel posting to my old blogger account, and just focus on blogging here. Keeping up with one blog is hard enough.. that sad little family blog is poorly neglected.
However, I hate change. Hate it with a capital H.
Which is probably why God has to gently prod me a billion times, it seems, before I “get” the path He is asking me to travel.
So.. I am sitting here mourning the loss of my faithful readers over at that site, mourning the times I stayed up late writing heartfelt pieces about my sweet family, mourning the end of an era.
Yes, I hear you. I am a middle child. And yes, I am dramatic.
And yes, I know that I just imported all of those blog posts over here, and all of those faithful readers.. I think they total about 5.. can just hop on over here to read about my life, being the wife of a pastor, photographing beautiful San Diego families, my walk with Jesus, and the like.
I am sure by the end of this post, I will be ok with it.
One can only hope.
Again with the drama. What can I say? Drama was my coping mechanism.. it was how I got heard in an 8 person family. I was stuck growing up between a tomboy sister, and an older brother.. Not to mention the 3 older siblings who were already married/leaving for college/high school while I was in elementary school.
Speaking of elementary school.. wasn’t kindergarten grand?? Nap time, and fun stories, and snack time. And I especially loved the little pretend kitchen we had in our classroom. Oohh.. and we had a crayon melting station too.. So.Much.Fun! And super, super dangerous for a 5 year old. But little me didn’t care about that. I just wanted to make a butterfly with melted crayons, people!
It all goes downhill from there, school wise. Amen? They tricked us into thinking school was always like that.. for shame!
I digress. As usual.
Basically, I’m bitter that I had to suffer through Thundercats/G.I.Joe/He-Man instead of Jem. As a middle child, I’m scarred for life. Although She-Ra somewhat redeemed the likeability of He-Man (the show). It still wasn’t Jem…My sad sad 8 year old self.. Unable to sing along with Jem. She of her fabulous holographic friends, and pink eye makeup. She with her pink hair. I am absolutely positive that I requested dressing up like Jem once upon a Hallow’s eve. That would prove to be quite difficult since our family’s Halloween celebrations were called ” The Harvest Festival” and the only acceptable attire was western wear. Jem was so so not invited.
I might just have to have a Jem birthday party one of these days. 🙂
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