Archive for 2010

A voice only a dog could hear.

Posted 23 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, I am awesome, motherhood, paparazzi

Maybe not. You be the judge.

But before I give a longer description to the cuteness that is my Abbers “dancing” in a laundry basket, I’ll say this: Thursday I started a post that was going to be all serious and a topic that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately…and I just didn’t know where to go with it so I bailed. I still want to publish it, but I don’t know.

Anyway – the weekend was spend with friends visiting from Milwaukee and TWELVE INNINGS OF BASEBALL. And lots and lots of heat. And yardwork. And awesomeness.

Anyway, without further adieu – Abbers and her dancing skillz.

Dancing Abbers! from jenna bee on Vimeo.

Yeah, I don’t totally believe my voice sounds like that, but apparently it does. If this video has taught me anything it’s that I need to start using my “adult” voice at home more. And to look into being voice talent for cartoons.

All work and no play…

Posted 19 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, I am a moron, RAD

…wait, I lied. I played on Monday. Nevermind. And Saturday.

Saturday we went to Art-a-Whirl, an art gallery crawl in NE Minneapolis. We had a good time, aside from the trip we ended up taking to Target due to parental preparedness FAIL. We thought we could navigate crowded sidewalks and galleries with a stroller. NOPE. And, instead of driving the half hour home to get the Bjorn, we drove to Target instead and bought an Infantino Front2Back carrier (LOVE, hurts my back no more or less than the Bjorn with an 18 lb baby but can be worn on the back WHICH IS AWESOME) and a pair of shorts for the lil’ lady since it got a little toasty out. (My ass left a sweat mark on a chair I was sitting on. Just to give you an idea. And a pretty mental image.)

Sunday we played house and went to Home Depot where we purchased flowers, a couple hanging baskets and stuff needed to get the lawn looking good. I then battled Abby for the afternoon trying to get her to sleep. She wasn’t having it, so I gave up. I DID get my flower planters…uh…planted. So I got something done.

Monday, Abbers and I took a trip to Lake Calhoun and walked the lake. She took a little snooze, I stared at a gigantic Northern in the shallow part of the lake and walked too far in old converse sans socks. It was a gorgeous day though, and I was so glad to spend the time with my little girl. She had a blast. Then we hit the grocery store. That was annoying, as usual. But we had a good day over all.

Last night, I had the privilege of seeing Conan O’Brian live. We also saw the masturbating bear outside. Not the real one, but a pretty good imitator. I know tickets are about as easy to attain as a cure for the common cold, but if you can, GO SEE THIS SHOW. I have not laughed that hard in a long time, and CANNOT WAIT for his TBS show to start.

And to wrap up this post – THIS IS THE DUMBEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN. It’s not far from this atrocity. Either way, if I see anyone on either of these contraptions, consider yourself throat punched.

Twitter Tat Tour.

Posted 14 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category blog bidnass, cancer sucks, RAD

I enjoyed looking at fellow twatter’s tattoos, so I thought I’d share mine too! Exciting, yes?

SO.

The first tattoo I ever got was three stars on my lower back. Yep. Tramp stamp. I haz one. Anyway, I was 19  and star tattoos were all the rage. And I really like stars. Don’t ask why. I shit you not, I went on my PC, opened up Publisher, used the “star” tool, made three stars and printed it. I then brought it to a tattoo place not far from my apartment (Ink Lab on Lake Street)  and said “I want this.”  The guy (who’s name I don’t recall because I didn’t care) honestly said “Stars are hard to do because they’re so precise.” Did this make me stray? NO. I was like, “Oh, well…do the best you can!” an hour (and $150!!) later, I had three stars on my back. One of them is wonky. But I had a tattoo. I hid it for a while from my parents until I hugged someone in front of them, up came the shirt, and there it was for all to see. Whatevs.

My second tattoo was the cherry blossom branches surrounding my lame stars, which I had done in the summer of 2006.  I was lucky enough to have Jon at Uptown Tattoo do it for me (his waiting list is almost a year now). I love my branches.  (The picture above was taken shortly after I had it done, complete with tape marks on my back.) I’m obsessed with Japanese art, and cherry blossoms rank pretty high on that list. This tattoo took three hours. THREE HOURS. I did pretty well though, until the last 30 minutes. I could barely tolerate the pain anymore. But I love them. The edges of the tattoo wrap onto my hips a bit and have not been saved from  pregnancy stretch marks, but they’re still pretty.

The last tattoo I got was on my foot in October of 2008. I got it for two reasons; one was for my aunt Julie, who had passed away earlier in the year after a battle with breast cancer, and the other was because a month earlier I had walked over 60 miles in the Breast Cancer 3-Day. I had initially planned on a 1/4 – 1/2 sleeve of a geisha (she loved Japanese art too), but I freaked out. It was going to be $800 (which I didn’t have) and take 8 hours. A huge commitment, both time AND skin-wise, and I wasn’t ready yet. So I used my appointment with Zack at Uptown Tattoo to have this done instead. It’s a pink ribbon in the shape of a J (for Julie) “pinned” to my foot, for the 3-day.

I love this tattoo a lot. It only took about 40 minutes but OH MY GOD do foot tattoos hurt. See the ribbon curling up on the right side of my foot? I almost cried.  That part of your foot has NO FAT and is like, straight bone. And apparently eleventy BILLION nerve endings. But so worth it.

So, those are my tattoos! I’m still wanting about a billion more, so when I do – of COURSE I’ll let you know. I have a few in mind I would like to have done soon. That geisha 1/2 sleeve is still calling to me.

I owe you some pictures.

Posted 12 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, paparazzi, retail therapy, The Hubs

The only flower in our yard.

Dirty laundry.

Mastering the puffs.

Mom, Dad said I could drive.

SERIOUSLY MOM. I got this.

And…DRUMROLL PLEASE.

The finished Modern Bird painting, in place above the mantle of our fireplace.

TA-DA!

I know I know.

Posted 12 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, motherhood, other people are awesome, retail therapy

You’re all, DOOODE, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?

Clearly, not blogging.

I’d like to direct you to my pal Felicia. She posted about this very subject on Monday. This is why I love her. (Warning: She uses some swears. Hell, I use swears. If you can’t handle it you probably shouldn’t be reading my blog, you goodie-goodie, you.)

So, anyway…life was happening and I was not really around a ‘puter to get to the bloggin’ this weekend. We drove to my parents house in Wiscompton and did some relaxing with my folks. Abbers had her third opportunity to sleep in her pack and play…only this time she was too big for the bassinet, so she just slept in the other part. I use the word “slept” loosely since she didn’t really. She HATED it. She slept on my chest in our bed. Meanwhile, I didn’t sleep.

Monday we had Mommy/Daughter day and went to IKEA to hunt down the crib we’ll be assembling at my parents house lest we go through the no-sleep -solution again.  I managed to find a duvet for our bed that was a whopping $14.99 and bought some new throw pillows so I now have a GREY AND YELLOW BEDROOM! (Except for the blue walls, but I digress.) I bought some other crap too.

But STOP EVERYTHING.

Do you see that? “Your package has been delivered.” Do you know what package that is?

MY MODERN BIRD PRINT, THAT’S WHAT!

I’m SO EFFING EXCITED!

I’m going to take a crap load of photos tonight and share them. I promise. The hubs owes me a night of devotion to my compy.

Oh yeah, Happy Moms day to all y’all mammas. I trust it was splendid for each of you. The hubs was kind enough to spring for a pair of replacement William Rast Jeans for the ones I purchased many many moons ago.  My pregnant and post-pregnancy gams managed to rub a hole through the inner thigh, making them an “at home” kind of jean. Now, I have a new pair. YUSSSSSS. Alright, check back later for photos that I PROMISE I’LL PUT UP.