Archive for August, 2010

Our bedroom.

Posted 18 Aug 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category house stuffs, retail therapy

I’ve been talking about doing something to our bedroom for a while. And now I have all the pieces in mind to do it with. If I only had the dollars.

Anyway, my plan if I had the moola, would be:

The duvet/inspiration piece: CB2

Curtain fabric option: Amy Butler

Bed by Ikea.

Paint color by Behr.

Total just for these updates? $270 for the bedding and bed, probably about $90 for the fabric (and my own sweat and tears to make the curtains) and about $35 for paint.  So…about $395.

We already have these dressers. We need new nightstands though.

Our dressers.

I would love to do this this fall. Only time will tell. We’re also pricing out how much it’ll cost to have the cat-piss carpets removed from our basement and vinyl or rubber “hardwood” floors laid in it’s place. I can’t wait until our house feels “done!” Then I won’t have any trouble staying home.

Just one picture

Posted 16 Aug 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, motherhood, paparazzi

Just had to post a picture, because OHMAGAH I love my baby girl.

CALL 911! Do they have a Twitter?

Posted 13 Aug 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category blog bidnass, other people are awesome, RAD

Thank you to NinjaPanza for showing this to me. Because EXCELLENT.

BlogHer10 Recap: Bulleted Lists Style

Posted 13 Aug 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category blog bidnass, other people are awesome

So yeah. It’s Friday and I’ve been home since Sunday. I had a lot of grandiose ideas about how to sum up my experience. And now, it’s sadly been so long that I don’t remember all the EXTREMELY FUNNY PARTS, because there were many. So, today I’ll try to wrap this up using bulleted lists. This weekend I’ll wrap it up with pictures. Kind of like a children’s book but with way more cleavage and wine.

Thursday

  • Martha Party
    • Met up with Morgan, Mandy, Mae, Jen & Allison
      • Didn’t know Allison lives right over the river from me. WTF?
      • Jen & Allison won shit from Martha. Allison=crazy awesome toaster oven thingy. Jen=cute bracelet that is so small it will fit NO ONE. We decide Martha really and officially hates Jen.
      • Drank wine and ate springrolls. And drank more wine.
      • Grope-humped a dress form wearing a gorgeous wedding gown.
      • Took unauthorized photos of Martha’s offices.
      • Snagged the last of the swag bags.
  • Went to the People’s Party
    • I have faint memories of this. I blame wine. I finally met Beth Anne though, after knowing each other for years on the Bump. And also met Jill, who was being a trooper by dealing with crazy drunk bitches while she and her lovely bump had some gingerale.
  • Didn’t want to go to bed, so Jen, Mandy & myself went to a place called Coffee Shop and ate foods and drank beers. And laughed. LOTS.

Friday

  • Woke up on the verge of a hangover
  • Got lost trying to find the Newbie Breakfast. (I know, right? Fricken NOOBS.)
  • Listened to a keynote after breakfast and watched Jen get mad.
  • Walked around the expo with Mandy scoring ridiculous amounts of free shizz.
  • Ran into my old pal Bruce Jenner where we had the following conversation
    Bruce: Hey, do you guys follow my daughter Kim on the Twitter?
    Us: Uh….YEAH. OBVS. (no we don’t)
    Bruce: She really enjoys it. You know, she works really hard on that!
    Us: <crickets>
    Who works really hard on Twitter? I mean, besides Kanye? (NOTE THE SARCASM.)
  • Went to Getting Gorgeous. I’m not going to brag but HOLY CRAP. Alright, I’m done.
  • Met Lindsay, Amber and Mara throughout the day. LOVE THEM ALL.
  • Dumped our crap and stole lunch or something.
  • Got ready for the “gala.”
    • Watched that man-child you-tube sensation sing “Paparazzi” and play piano.
    • Looked at some fabulous art. Some of which I want to buy.
    • Cut in line to have the Bloggess type my aura/fortune.
  • Left the Gala because SNORE and then walked around Times Square with the hubs.

Saturday

  • Got breakfast with Morgan at Starbucks because we don’t believe in making it on time to meals.
  • Actually went to a session! WHOA. The one I went to included the Bloggess (I promise I’m not stalking her) and talked about story-telling versus the truth or something. Who cares. The Bloggess was HILARIOUS. And I actually feel like I might have learned something.
  • Ran into Lacey and finally got to meet her after following her blog for years. Yay internets!
  • Bailed on the afternoon to have lunch with the hubs and his brother. SUSHI! and then SHOPPING! AT BROOKLYN INDUSTRIES!
  • Got back to the hotel to go to a “special party” we were invited to.
    • Morgan and I got glow in the dark…uh…”special gifts.”
  • Went to Sparklecorn
    • I’ve talked about Sparklecorn already but HOLY CRAP I have not had that much fun in ever. My whole reason for attending BlogHer11 may just be Sparklecorn. No lie.
    • Rapped with Morgan
    • Twisted my ankle thrice pretending to be Beyonce in the Single Ladies video
    • Used peer pressure to make unicorn cakes smoke ciggys.
  • Party Crashed CheeseburgHer.
    • Ate a McDonalds Angus Wrap.
      • They are surprisingly good.
  • Said goodbye to people.
    • Got pretty damn emotional.

The timeline may be off, I may be missing people I met or things I did…but that’s what I recall.

Guys, seriously. I had the time of my life over the weekend. It really did remind me why I do this in the first place – to connect with others who lead a similar life to mine, with similar interests and similar profanity usage. I found all that and more…IRL at this conference. Every moment was worth it.

Uh, you guys?

Posted 11 Aug 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category blog bidnass, I am awesome, other people are morons, paparazzi, RAD

I MADE THE VIDEO.

Not only is that my hand assisting the unicorn to smoke a menthol, but my mug is in a couple stills in the video!

This just makes me wish there was Sparklecorn every day. Seriously. So much fun.

So, please to enjoy the Sparklecorn video extravaganza, set to a totally awesome Biggie Smalls REMIX!!!

MamaPop Sparklecorn 2010: Director’s Cut