My Dear Sweet Blog, Oh How I’ve Missed You

“Hello, I love you won’t you tell me your name?

“Hello, I love you let me jump in your game!”

-thanks Jim Morrison

I feel like I should reintroduce myself after my two-year hiatus from blogging.

I’m Jennifer! I’m married to my best friend, Tim. I have two beautiful children: Evan Carver {4} and Reese Eleanor { 2}.


It was a much-needed hiatus, but all in all, I missed blogging. I miss you, whomever you may be. And it makes this girl happy to know that followers were still checking back in too! So, thank you, even if you are a stage 5 stalker!

Life got kinda crazy after Reese was born. I always had the best of intentions on returning, but “life” was happening and my attention was forced elsewhere. Along with ‘life” happening, I felt my blog and I were continuously being attacked.  If I didn’t post photos of certain people, I was being “mean”.  “Jiminy Crickets” I would say. “Go start your own blog and deal with your own self insecurities on your own page.” Just to clarify, I said that to myself and to Tim only.  To seem and appear nice, I succumbed and posted random pictures of these individuals in order to “keep the peace”. I apologize if you ever noticed or wondered why.

Also, I’ve got to give a shout-out to a few Columbia attorneys who found my blog (you know who you are). Let me explain: I recently found out that my little itty bitty blog was being scrutinized by an attorney. I was always so worried that criminals who had the privilege of meeting “Lovebug” would come in contact with this site and gain insight on our family, I never suspected an attorney to act so juvenile. {Read: Not a rant on all attorneys, there are many that we consider close friends} Our top priority has and always will be our family’s safety. So, while I was worried about criminals this whole time, it never dawned on me about their attorneys.

Aint nobody got time for that…

I think I can officially say I may be back for a while to blog.  I’m no longer worried about other people’s self insecurities. That’s not my job, that’s what their husbands and therapists are for. And for the attorney(s) who browse this blog late at night (I like to imagine them sitting alone in a dark, musty room clothed only in their monogrammed tighty-whities with their hairy belly hanging over their stretched elastic waistband, eating an extra-mayo tomato sandwich, all the while the mayo is dripping all over their thick sausage fingers and wireless keypad), stay tuned and buckle up.  It’s going to be a fun ride!


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