Once upon a time... THIS IS IMPORTANT!

So. Here's a story for you.

Once upon a time, there was a girl with a blog. She loved her blog. She wrote dutifully for well over a year, and was quite pleased with herself for sticking to something for so long. Her blog was her happy place... a place where she could go and be herself, and where she could post far too many pictures of her little cutie pie.

But then one day, bloggie girl's husband decided to apply for a new job. He labored over his application for hours, crossing his t's and dotting his i's, and collecting all of the necessary (and obscure!) information.

And then a terrible thing happened. Bloggie husband said to his wife, "you know you'll have to set your blog to (gasp!) private, right?"

With a frown and sad eyes, bloggie girl moped, "you mean not everyone will be able to see my blog? people will have no choice but to announce themselves if they're to read about our lives?"

...and so it was decided. Bloggie girl would have to go into lock-down.





Peanut's Page will have to go under wraps. The nature of Ryan's job application and the job itself, and the fact that a very extensive background check will ensue, means we need to privatize a bit. There are some real crazies out there, ya know!

I still want ALL of you to stick around though, so please don't go?? It's easy to keep reading... all you have to do is send me an e-mail (ChristinaWeedon @ yahoo.com) or leave a comment with your e-mail address. I'll give a few days, so that I don't lose anyone in the shuffle, and then send out invitations to readers and click over to private.

This is a chance for you to de-lurk... and I know you're out there!! Tristan's friend from Bothell? Keep reading! *wink* and all of the rest of you too... this is a REALLY hard thing for me to do, silly as it might sound, and it makes me sad, somehow.

Ok... I'm ready to hit Publish, and you'll likely find me rocking back and forth in the fetal position in a corner somewhere until I get some reassurance that I'm not going to lose my readers. Sigh.