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I’m not blogging at the present time in spite of this post you’re even now reading (you are reading this, right?) However, my contract with BlogHer requires me to post once a week. I had pretty much decided to get rid of the ads but then I GOT PAID. It’s only the second time I've seen money in the eight months I’ve had ads in my blog and it was mere pennies. Yet. Pennies do add up to dollars (should you leave them in your hand long enough to accumulate. Woe is me.) So, now I’m waffling (and blogging). (Plus, Lisa asked me to post once in a while and say how things are going here at the Hellevator and I really should do as she asks as well as link to her as often as possible since she is one of the half dozen or so people required to teach me how to link to stuff.) (True story.)

Meanwhile, I am re-evaluating the whole blogging thing (which isn't to say you should). However, the thought of never blogging again makes me feel panicky. Yet, the thought of blogging at the same level I was before makes me feel panicky. In fact, every scenario I can think of in between makes me feel panicky. The only time I feel calm is when I don’t think about it at all. I’m such a mass of insecurities.

However, I must say, blogging has taught me much! For example . . .

1. I’m not terribly funny when my blood sugar is low.
2. Eating lots of sugar in order to be funny (or to even attempt it) makes your rear fat.
3. Ditto for sitting at the computer all day long.
4. No matter how good you (think you) are there is always room for improvement.
5. Inspiration always seems to strike when your hands are covered with chicken fat or are melting chocolate or engaging in any other equally inconvenient activity. (I am so making lunch as we so-to-speak.)
6. (Most) children are wayyyyyyyyyy capable of “getting it themselves” (Big Guy excluded).
7. It’s possible for children to learn to despise technology (as long as they think you love it more than them).
8. Houses do not clean themselves. Not even sometimes. (Talk about inflexible!)

Meanwhile, things are looking up. The Middle Child is feeling better (thanks so much for all of your prayers--do you think now you can step it up and pray that she starts smiling once in a while? Thanks!) . . .

***********Middle School Graduation Day for the "I AM smiling!" Middle Child**************