Jen: An Epilogue

(Happy trails to you 'till we meet again... )

The time has drawn nigh to send this blog to pasture. While I could say that I was forced into early retirement, I don't really believe that to be true. Honestly, I am looking forward to starting over in a voice that more closely echoes my own.

My first post was in August of 2005 and I have only sporadically blogged since then. I started a couple of weeks after the birth of my daughter. I had a few friends who had blogs and I thought it might be an interesting outlet for introspection and self-obsessed rants.

Since the beginning, this place been a point of contention in a pathetically puerile way. Temper tantrums are so boring and I have a two-year old which from I receive the recommended daily allowance thankyouverymuch.

Here is an elephants' graveyard of poorly edited thoughts and feelings. It lacks cohesion as well as content. While there are a few musings that I am proud to have penned, I will not mourn the lot as a whole. I am done watching this blog falter as it lugs around a big, black trash bag full of half-truths.

My friend must be a Bird is now officially known as The Most Boring Museum in the Midwest. Admission is free on Wednesdays.

In closing I would like to thank the few of you who would stop in regularly to see what I had to say. It feels good knowing that sometimes I was heard. I won't be far and if you want to find me, I'll be the one holding a rubber chicken.

With Love and Squalor,

Jen