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. . . living everyday like it’s my last? Um, No Thank You! . . .

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“Seize the Day,”  they say!

Ok, I have been called an idealist and a realist at different times, and I agree that I am both.  It just depends on the day, or more likely the time of day.  I can in one moment see the greatest possibilities and see absolutely no impossibilities . . . one of my most endearing traits, I must admit. 😉  But, at other times, I see the “practical” side of things.  I see the things that have to get done and the hours I have to get them done in.  Enter: My realist self.  “Get it done.”

So, it’s no wonder that I LOVE the idealist side way more, and I LOVE to dream BIG, and see the possibilities more than anything else.  I love being inspired and inspiring others. I love reading things like these to get my day going:

Forever is composed of nows ~ Emily Dickinson

Wake up and live.  ~ Bob Marley

Set wide the window.  Let me drink the day.  ~ Edith Wharton

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.  ~ Hellen Keller

The future depends on what you do today.  ~ Mahatma Ghandi

Yesterday is gone.  Tomorrow has not yet come.  We have only today.  Let us begin.  ~ Mother Teresa

You live but once; you might as well be amusing.  ~ Coco Chanel

Live as if you were to die tomorrow, Learn as if you were to live forever.  ~ Mahatma Ghandi

Dream as if you will live forever; live as if you will die today.  ~ James Dean

So, you may be wondering what this post is all about, then, right?  Well, I have a kid that lives everyday as if it’s his last (yes, it’s Miles), and quite honestly, I feel bad for him.  You see, everyday I drop him off at Kindergarten and as I drive off he hurriedly walks up the sidewalk waving fiercely and blowing me as many kisses as he possibly can, while trying not to fall because he’s not watching where he’s going, since he’s watching so closely where I’m going, and he has this look of dismay.  It’s like he’s saying Goodbye for the LAST time, E.V.E.R.Y. D.A.Y.

Now might be a good time to expand on the subject of him being public-schooled and my two older girls being home-schooled.  We homeschool our girls and we were going to have Miles home this year too, but he decided he wanted to go to school, so we let him.  Day 1: He came home to exclaim, “I had a great day, and my teacher is EXPLOSIVELY AWESOME!!!”  Day 2, yes you read that right . . . Day 2:  He decided he didn’t want to go to school, in fact, he claimed to hate school.  So, EVERY morning since Day 1 has been a talk about why he’s not staying home today . . . see the dilemma?  Now, you get my life.  And, I digress.

The point is, this morning as I was driving away, I had this mini-epiphany, that Miles is actually living everyday as if it were his last day.  So, when he’s looking at me like “This might be the last time we ever see each other again,”  – perhaps, he’s actually feeling that way.  Which, really makes me sad for him to have to live everyday like that.

It occurred to me that he is like this all of the time.  He rarely ever wants to play alone, and is most happy when the whole family is together in one room.  It’s not enough that one parent be with him.  If one of us has to leave to go to some activity, most of the time it saddens him.  He is always saying, “I just want to spend time with you guys!”  Even if we were out all day playing at the park, etc, he still wants to be with us together in one room when we get home to spend more time together.

That’s so sweet!”  I hear some of you saying.  Let me assure you, you’re right and wrong at the same time.  He is truly THE sweetest boy in the world, and when he’s with you, you feel like the most important person in the world.  But, this way he’s living, like everyday is his last, is not so sweet!  Now, I know you might be thinking, “C’Mon, that’s the best way to live!”  But, it’s hard for him.

For starters, the mantra “Live Everyday Like it’s Your Last,” is incredibly impractical.  I mean, really, let’s be serious here . . . Who would go to school, work, or the gym if it was truly their last day?  Nobody.

If it was my last day, I would want to curl up on the couch with my family and read a book together, or walk along the beach together, or just lay in the grass and see what we could see in the clouds together.  It would be simple, and devoid of anything that I consider tedious (like cleaning the house) or mundane, you know, the things we have to do everyday to make life work.

The point of the saying, I guess, is really to just get people out of their routines and motivate them to do something: BIG.  Whatever that means to them.  And, that is a good thing I believe.  But, just humor me a minute and take some time to imagine a world where you wake up to find everyone is living this day, like it was their last.  Honestly, one day like this might not be so bad.  But, that’s not what these words to live by are encouraging us to do.  They are saying to: live EVERYDAY like this.

If EVERYONE did this, imagine the chaos.  I’m sure Half of the population would starve just waiting for this day to be their last- everyday, only to find out, Nope, not today.   I say about half, because that’s probably the amount of stupid people we have in the world.  Because, you know there would be those people who would be like that.

Enter:  One of my favorite Memes of all time . . .

Yes, I actually did just add in those last few lines just so I could add this meme to a post.  Done.  See, I’m seizing the day!

Anyway, I think living this way would ultimately be miserable.  Especially, when you wake up everyday realizing, “Ok, we have another day here, and I’ve already exhausted the amount of things I would want to do on my last peaceful day on Earth (twiddles thumbs) . . . now, what?”   Which is why, I guess, not so many people actually live their lives EVERYDAY like it’s their last.  And, I don’t condemn them for it.  I think the phrase would be better stated, if not a little wordier, to say:

Live Extraordinarily, Live SOME DAYS like they’re your last, because You Don’t Want to Starve to Death, or Run Out of Last Day Things to Do.

Definitely, a much more practical way of living, while also feeding the idealist side as well.  Real life. that’s how we do . . . But, how sad for my son who lives everyday like it’s his last.  Oh well, he will figure it out one day, he’s only 5 after all.

**Peace Out Y’all**

           ~ Julie 

. . . hygiene?! Bah!! . . .

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Chats with Miles

*Author’s Note:  “Chats with Miles” is a series of posts I’m sharing, in order to capture the funny and interesting things Miles and my girls have said over the past couple of years (which I had originally recorded as Facebook posts, mostly), into this neat little nook for them to be able to look back on.


Have you ever wondered if your child knew the significance of good hygiene?  Have you ever thought that maybe their habits and ability to remain clean could be improved?  I mean, despite constantly telling them to wash their hands, brush their teeth, and make sure their hair gets clean (or at least wet) in their baths, do you ever actually feel confident that your child is able to get themselves clean without your supervision and/or help?

Well, I’m here to tell you, you’re NOT ALONE!!  I think I speak for most of us (well, most of us slacker parents, anyway), when I say that we are actually HAPPY when one of the following gets done:


  • My child uses actual soap to wash their hands.
  • My child brushes their teeth for longer than 4 seconds.
  • My child opts to take a bath without being prompted.


You see, when these things happen in my home, I am genuinely pleased!  It wasn’t always so though . . . I used to have much higher standards.  I used to think that my children’s hygiene should mirror my own . . . why I wanted to delude myself into thinking that I could have myself and three children all impeccably clean at any one point in this life together, I don’t know, but I used to think it was possible.  And it was during one of these days of naivety that the following conversation ensued.

This is taken from February 25, 2013 . . .

Me: (to one of my girls)  Go get in the bath.

*Girl Child:  Why??

Me:  Because you missed it yesterday . . .

*Girl Child:  (sighs)  Mom, I’m not a princess . . . I don’t have to take a bath  E V E R Y D A Y !!

(*note: some names have been changed in the account above to protect the identities of those involved.)


It was around this time that I realized something had to change, or I was going to go bloody mad!  So, it was then that my standards started to decline.  Since, I had wrongfully believed my children should not only be clean everyday, but also want to be clean, it is somewhat understandable why I was dismayed to find that one of my children thought bathing everyday should be relegated to the super elite . . . Royalty, even.

This was a SHOCKING revelation that I never knew I had coming.

So, I had to throw the baby out with the bathwater, when it came to my prudish views of hygiene (ya know, just bathing . . . or at least getting wet and sitting in a tepid bath for 20 minutes . . . daily).  Those days are gone, and I have regained my sanity.

Nowadays, I’m much more realistic in my expectations.  Proper Baths are only necessary in a very few select situations, which I have outlined below:

  • Prior to church (at least twice per month…every Sunday would just be too much to ask).

  • Definitely before attending any Major Holiday Get Together.

  • Before taking family pictures.

  • After playing in the mud.

Other than these, I’m pretty lenient when it comes to their hygiene.  Now, this method is not for everyone.  This method has admittedly left my children without as many hugs and affection at the end of the day.  I have a stronger than average sense of smell, after all, and I can’t be expected to drop my standards in every situation.  So, if my kids want hugs and kisses, they know they have to be at least somewhat clean.

Neither will I hold their hands in public after the use of public restrooms, even at the risk of them running into the street, because I will not be tainted by their un-hygienic ways.  I just can’t do it.  So, you see it is possible to lower your expectations and still maintain a formidable sense of hygiene yourself, as a respectable member of society, by simply distancing yourself from those individuals you have spawned whose hygienic behaviors are mostly primitive, at best.

Ok, Fine . . . Not everything in this post is entirely true.


But, I will be leaving you to guess which parts are true and which are not . . . that keeps the fun going.  I will say, though, that I do in fact hug and kiss my children regardless of how thick a layer of dirt is on their faces, so they don’t really go wanting for affection . . .  I DO  love them more than being clean.  I have to remind myself of that often, not so often now that they are getting older, but a WHOLE LOT when they were little . . . LOL!

Anyway, if you have some little ones that are not as interested in being hygienic, not to fear . . . they will grow out of it (or so, I hope).  In the meantime, we get to practice our level of tolerance.


*Peace Out Y’all*

~ Julie ~

. . . turning a corner and taking the LSAT . . .

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The last three weeks have been a blur for me.


Three Months ago, before I had any idea that I was soon to become pregnant, and no sooner lose my precious Adelaide Grace, I was “secretly” studying to take the LSAT (Law School Admission Test).

What was so secret about it?  Well, I actually dreaded all of the conversations that would surely ensue once my friends and family knew I was considering going back to school, and specifically that I wanted to go back for Law, not for Med School.  You see, I have been planning on going to Med School since I was 12 years old.  Yes, I was a serious Type A, Driven personality . . . I’m somewhat “reformed” now.  Anyway, I really didn’t want to answer questions like:

Oh, you want to be a lawyer?  What are you going to do about schooling your children? (We currently homeschool).  Where do you want to go to school?  What type of law do you want to practice/are interested in?  And the especially dreaded: I thought you wanted to go to Med School??

These are questions and conversations that I not only dreaded, but actually feared.  I had no good/ calculated responses to give people for these questions.  The truth is, that I only wanted to take the LSAT to see where I would fall on the spectrum.  I wanted to confirm what I knew in my heart was the next step of the journey for me.

Ever since I was a little girl, I was told I would make an excellent attorney.  Having family (namely, my mom and a couple of aunts) that have worked in the law profession my whole life, I took this to heart.  However, I decided very early on that I wanted to help people in meaningful ways and I definitely wanted do mission work in other countries, so becoming a doctor fit that bill much more precisely, I thought.  After all, who ever heard of a lawyer actually “helping” someone? 😉  Plus, I thought it would be super easy for me to get into Law School, and I thought Med School would be a better challenge; obviously I NEVER struggled with Pride . . . LOL.

Well, a few years ago, before my youngest Miles was born, I reconsidered going to Law School.  I couldn’t get past the personal statement though.  There was no desire to go, just a thought that it would be easier than the path I was heading down – straight for Med School.  So, I dropped the idea.

And actually, there was a pretty life-altering event which happened later that year, that made me realize I wanted to take a break from school altogether.  When I was 19 weeks pregnant, my family and I were in a horrible car accident with a drunk driver that almost caused me to lose my unborn baby ,and which resulted in my youngest at the time, having to get internal and external stitches right through her upper right eyebrow.  She was unconscious and bleeding profusely from the head right after being hit.  It was a nightmare.  I will have to share that story and the miraculous things that happened another time, just suffice it to say, I had a wake up call.  I wanted to stay home with my kids and spend as much time with them as possible.

I finished out one of my undergrad degrees (Spanish), and got a minor in the other degree I was working toward (Biology).  Then, I came home to be Full-Time Mommy and Homeschool Mom.  It has been an incredible journey!  So, why upset the flow you may  wonder?  Well, when I decided to put my Med School aspirations on Hold, God Opened my eyes to another interest:  Activism.

Because, I wanted to finish my undergrad faster, I decided to pursue an Honor’s degree in Spanish, instead of my original dual-degree plan.  To get the Honors distinction, I had to write a Thesis.  That was an incredibly stretching period of my life.  I did my research on Human Trafficking of Children in South America, specifically focused on Sex-Trafficking.

It was one of the most difficult things I had ever done.  Perhaps, I will upload a copy of my Thesis on here one day, it was entitled:  Children:  The Modern Commodity.  I knew then, that I would one day pursue a Law Degree to be able to help those that couldn’t help themselves in the Legal System.  I read so many accounts of girls being lost to the system or worse, being persecuted for their “crimes,” when in fact they were being forced into this life of sex-slavery.  I had finally found a reason to pursue the law degree that I thought was useless in really making a difference.

I’m sorry this post seems to be going in all directions.  Each paragraph I write, I feel could merit its own post, in a way.

But, today I am writing out of pure therapeutic necessity, so please bear with me.

What has changed?  Do I suddenly no longer want to spend as much time with my kids as possible?  No, that’s not the case.  As time has gone on, I just have felt this nagging sensation in the back of my mind, asking me: “When are we going back to school?”

I don’t really know.  Maybe now, maybe later.  I just wanted to see where I fell on the spectrum, really.  I was fairly positive this was the direction I was “supposed” to be heading in.  Then, I got pregnant.

I started obsessing over “trying to find the good in it,” by reading tons of pregnancy articles, “How-To surprise family with the news” posts, and more that genuinely got me beyond Excited for the new addition to come along, even if it meant putting my plans on hold for a time.  I was relieved in a way, that I wouldn’t have to think or pray about what was going to happen next anymore.  Boy, was I in for a surprise.  I spent those 7 weeks of pregnancy preparing for my life to change in a great way, and completely put studying on hold.

Then, when I lost the baby, I spent weeks mourning.  In the end, I had about 2 weeks left to study for the test I had registered for, which often requires 3 months of study to pass with acceptable (Scholarship-wielding) scores.  I would not take a minute of it back though.

Even if I knew from day one of finding out that I was pregnant, that the pregnancy wasn’t going to be “viable” in the end, I still would have reveled in every moment.  I got to experience a new life, if even for such a short time.  Each day I had with Adelaide, was a day I had hope for a future with four healthy children running and playing together.  Each day was a new day to dream about what it would look like to be a mom again, and the challenges and joys I would expect along the way., needless to say, I was a little confused about what to do next.  Even though we weren’t planning on having another baby at the time, the love and loss we experienced with Adelaide was enough to open our minds and our hearts to the idea of having another baby.  We still have time to think and pray about this, and that in itself is an exciting prospect.  In the meantime though, we decided I would take my test anyway.

When I threw myself back into studying, I thought of my sweet Adelaide looking down on me from Heaven.  Watching me pick up the pieces of my heart that were scattered from here to there.  Watching me NOT give up.  Watching me Move on and Remember in a good way, not in a despotic kind of way.  I just imagine her looking down and being happy that I didn’t let her passing on to greener pastures, ruin me completely.

LSAT-DestroyedSo, all of this to say I took the test June 9th.  And, it was HARD.  Of course, it was nothing to losing an unborn child.  But, I went into the test with only 2 weeks of study under my belt, and a lot of prayers that I would do my best.

I felt great, even though many people have written on forums since then about how difficult this past test was and how basically, it was unlike any other test in a lot of regards.  I started to doubt myself then, that maybe I felt a false sense of accomplishment on test day?  That’s when the neurosis of wanting to know how well I did immediately, knowing it would be 3 weeks before finding out, kicked in.  Initially, I went into the test thinking: “Yeah, I’m gonna take the test and then just chill for three weeks.  That’s really not that long to have to wait.”  That night, I was like: “Hmmm, I wonder if they posted the scores yet??” LOL 🙂

Well, I get my score back this week.  Anytime from today until Thursday.  The test that for many, is the determining factor in what they will do with the rest of their lives.  It’s been a lot, but definitely not the determining factor for me.  For me, I know that regardless of how well I did or didn’t do, I will wait on the Lord to guide my steps.

You never know what is around the corner, and I want to be turning the corner I was meant to turn at the appointed time I am to turn it.

Here’s to hoping I actually did do well, though . . .  lol!  But, to answer the question:  What do you want to do with your life?  My answer remains:  We shall see!! 


*Peace Out Y’all*

~ Julie ~

“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention” ~ James Thurber

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. . . a thought on humility . . .

What an inspiring message and reminder. The other night, we watched The Secret Life of Walter Mitty as a family, and I was really impressed!  Apparently, it was adapted from a short story in 1939, by James Thurber, and there was also a movie made in 1947starring Danny Kaye.  I haven’t read the short story or seen the original film, but I’m definitely going to now after seeing the modern rendition starring Ben Stiller. Well, the line quoted was spoken at a pivotal moment in the film, and really pushed me to think more about this idea of beauty within.  If you haven’t seen the movie already, I will give you a little snapshot of the scene (*spoiler*, I guess):

Walter Mitty, played by Ben Stiller is finally face to face with the famed photographer Sean O’Connell, played by Sean Penn, whom he has been seeking the entire movie.  Sean O’Connell is awaiting the opportunity to catch a Snow Leopard on film.  He explains to Walter that the Snow Leopard is often called, “The Ghost Cat,” because it is so elusive.  

Finally a Snow Leopard comes into view, and instead of immediately taking the shot, Sean O’Connell sits there just marveling at the creature.  At the stunned look on Walter Mitty’s face, he says that when confronted with beauty, he purposes to enjoy just “being” in the moment, unobstructed by the lens of the camera.  

That’s when he says that line, I just can’t shake:

They don’t ask for attention, period.

Is it because they are so confident in their own being that they don’t need the attention?  Here Sean O’Connell was in this distant country seeking out that which was beautiful, yet not immediately obvious.  In other words, to see the beauty, he had to plan a trip, be patient, and he had to wait for it to appear.  There was no appointment. Now, translate this thought over into the human world, and one can see interesting parallels.

Have you ever met a person so Beautiful that you just have to wonder at them?  They make you wonder why the world hasn’t shined its light upon them to highlight them among the mundane.  What’s more, is this person is perfectly content with being “unnoticed.”  I have been privileged to know a few people like this in my life.  Their humility is astounding and quite inspiring. It’s like being around them, puts you in this surreal state of mind – – that you are in the presence of greatness – – and they would never consider themselves in this light. I guess it always confounds me, because I have tended toward the other end of the spectrum – pride.  

You know, sometimes when I’m blogging or writing a paper, I think, “Yeah, I could so be on The New York Times Best Seller list one day . . .” or when I’m in the shower singing, I think, “I could ROCK American Idol!” (Oh, the shame and embarrassment that would follow my family, if I pursued that one, LOL) . . . I have even imagined myself making it BIG with my Homemade Organic Body Care  products on a show like Shark Tank.  I’m just AWESOME like that!!

Wait . . . hold on . . . I just got a call . . . it was: REALITY.   Oh, Man!!!

Ok, so I’m not always thinking thoughts like that; I’m getting better over time, lol!   I’m not saying you shouldn’t have dreams to work toward . . . if you actually have talent 😉  I’m also not saying you shouldn’t be proud of yourself or your accomplishments.  But, I am saying that pride can get in the way of things sometimes, like the beauty in said “things.” What we see in this  quote is that the truly beautiful, seek not fame or notoriety.  They are content.  They’re content in their lives and in the ways they’re making a difference in the world.  Sometimes, despite their humility, fame reaches them.

Of course, the first person who comes to my mind is Mother Teresa.  She wasn’t seeking attention- her love and actions flowed from deeply within her, and people saw her BEAUTY, and people sought her out. In essence, BEAUTY attracts attention – and TRUE beauty doesn’t seek it out.  True Beauty doesn’t stay hidden forever, though.  Like the Snow Leopard, Mother Teresa (along with many other beautiful souls) was found out, and people flocked to her.  People want to be around Beauty. Coincidentally, or not (I don’t really believe in coincidences),  the very next morning after seeing the movie, I was reading, and came across this verse in Isaiah:

Isaiah 53:2b (HCSB)

. . . He didn’t have an impressive form or majesty that we should look at Him, no appearance that we should desire Him.

Isaiah 53, is absolutely one of my favorite chapters in the Old Testament.  The reason is because it is the clearest prophetic picture of the coming Christ I have ever seen.  It is said to have been written between 701 and 681 B.C.  So, it was written roughly 700 years before Christ was born, and predicts his coming, death, and saving grace with a vivid picture.

That’s why I love Isaiah 53! Anyway, this verse: Isaiah 53:2 is just another testament (perhaps the original testament) or proof, of the fact, or idea that beautiful things don’t seek attention. We are told Christ came as but a humble servant to His people.  He came in humility.  His birth, His position, and even in His appearance.  He wasn’t seeking attention.  He was truly beautiful.  The attention came to Him . . . sought Him out.  By outward appearance, He was average.  But, inwardly, He was anything but.

Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.

An inspiring reminder for sure.  And a thought I will continue to reflect upon.

Versos en Español: Isaías 53:2 (NBLH), Isaías 53 (NBLH)

Merry Christmas Friends!!

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Hey guys!

It has been such a Crazy Holiday Season, I have had no time to share my stories or to read yours. 😦

But, I know, I will be back soon enough! In the meantime though, I thought I would share some Christmas cheer with you all and leave you with a link to our virtual Christmas card!

Again… Merry Christmas & Happy New Years!!

See you all soon,


We can Explain…
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Rosie the Riveter


Last night I dressed the part of Rosie the Riveter, and a friend of mine turned the pic I took into a meme, so I thought I would share the pic, and also the Reason behind choosing it.

Surprisingly, a few people knew who I was trying to portray by name, but sadly, most did not. They had no idea who I was impersonating, much less what I was trying to convey.

So, just as a refresher:

The poster of “Rosie the Riveter” is an iconic piece of Americana history.  Rosie symbolizes the countless number of women, during World War II, who stepped up to fill the factory jobs of the men who left to fight in that war.  They did everything from producing munitions to riveting planes.  They were incredible women who stood in the gap for the incredible men who had gone to serve their country.

In this country today, it seems we need to join arms again.  This time for FREEDOM.  This time to take our country BACK from those within who have tried to blind us to the reality of our plight and to steal our freedom one baby step at a time.

The Rosie of yesterday, gave Hope to men and women alike.  She Encouraged them to Go on.  She Repaired what was broken in both machines and the hearts of those around her.

The Rosie of today, would be better known as, “Rosie the Liberator” since our Freedom is the thing in need of “repair.”

I can only hope that the Rosies of Today will Step Up, Take a Stand, and Make a Difference Now!

We sure do need them!

… WP Housekeeping / rambling rant…

Posted on Bear with me, as I re-organize the site a bit!  I hope this doesn’t negatively affect you guys (ie. getting a bunch of notifications every time I switch something)!  If it does, I’m sorry, but this has to be done!!

I’m having a hard time with the set-up of this site and I’m toying around with it to see what works best.  My BIGGEST FRUSTRATION, is the fact that I can’t figure out how to turn my categories into separate pages or entities, if there is even a way, I’m not sure?!?!

I kinda like all of the posts being viewed on the home page, but what I would LOVE, would be for my posts to actually stay organized under their respective categories on the home page …  is that too much to ask?!

I don’t know, maybe I’m making a big fuss over nothing, but when I assign a post a certain category, I wish it would stay there, so that those wanting to get inspired by scripture can do so with ease, while those who just want to read some mind-numbing ramblings from yours truly can also do so without a thought, or if some person is interested in how my everyday life looks, they can see that…WITHOUT having to scroll through every post.

Yes, I realize there is a “category” widget thingy on my page to the right where people can do just that, but it is not prominent enough…not for me anyway! As it is, a person would have to actually, make an effort to look to the right and see it…I don’t even like to do that… does this make me lazy? Maybe, but I don’t care… if it is not at the top of the page or the main focus of the page, I normally do not go there in my normal, quick read of a person’s blog.

In other words, I want this to be more organized, yet I’m struggling with the process because I have no idea how to do it!! AHHH!  Frustrating! (First World Problems)

Anyway, this post started off as a means to inform readers that the site is “temporarily going through changes,” but has inadvertently transformed into a, “HELP! this blog is going through an early midlife crisis!!” phase — haha–just kidding!

All joking aside though, Anyone more techy than I (who am I kidding— that’s practically everyone, including my 3yo) who can help with this issue, and is willing to…PLEASE ADVISE!!

Thank you and have a wonderful day!

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