Archive for 2010

Keywords and cheek nomming.

Posted 05 Mar 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, paparazzi

Lately I’ve been having a problem with Abby’s cheeks.

I want to nom on them all the time. I can’t stop. THEY LOOK SO DELICIOUS.

I mean, seriously, how could you not want to give those cheeks a nibble? I DARE YOU NOT TO NIBBLE.

Also, as a random fact – a couple keywords that have brought people to my blog:

“Hair Club phone number”
“older ladies of the night”

Hilarity. A more serious post coming up.

Of course she needs these.

Posted 04 Mar 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category retail therapy
 
What 4 month old doesn’t need a cupcake bank and a bunny lamp? Seriously. ANSWER MY QUESTION. 
Thanks a lot Urban Outfitters for sending me an email about free shipping for orders over $75. It did the trick of getting me to your site and AS USUAL I didn’t spend $75. 
UO = +1, Mrs. Jenna = 0
However, Abby = +2 because now she’ll have both of these in her room.

I’m post happy. And I have a badge.

Posted 03 Mar 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category blog bidnass

Just in case you’re interested – I have a badge on the right that you can post to your blog, should you so desire.

In fact, I recommend that you do. It will up the awesome factor of your blog exponentially.*

*Disclaimer: there is no scientific data to back this up, only my own deluded ideas of reality.

Question.

Posted 03 Mar 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much

Someone explain to me how a picture of some old geriatric making a weird face would incline someone to click on an ad to refinance their mortgage.

Bueller?

Anyone?

Mmmmkay.

Sometimes it’s the little things.

Posted 03 Mar 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category marriage, The Hubs

Let me start this post out by saying HOLY CRAP I am tired today. We saw John Mayer last night and didn’t get home until almost 1am! (The show was awesome, btw.) Abby ended up spending the night at the in-laws since I grossly underestimated what time we’d be able to pick her up at. (I thought the show would be done around 10:30 at the latest. I’m apparently old.)

Anyway, back to the reason for this post. John Mayer.

When I was younger, say…late teens, very early twenties, I was a music snob of sorts. (Well, let’s be honest. I still am. Sort of.)  I was involved in a scene where I wanted large acceptance and a compatable boyfriend for said scene. Admitting to enjoying bands like John Mayer and Dave Matthews would have been laughed at. I just didn’t want to admit to really liking them. And I thought I had to mask my love for these artists whenever I met a new guy just in case he thought they were lame.

And then I met the hubs.

I cautiously exposed portions of my music taste to him. I was more indie, he was a little indie and a lot hip-hop. And then he saw my CD collection. Complete with Dave Matthews, John Mayer, and countless other CDs I don’t advertise to the world. And know what he said? “I like Dave Matthews, they’re really good.” This man, who loved indie rock as much as me and old school hip-hop LIKED DAVE MATTHEWS BAND.

Internets – I knew we would go far.

So, last night while standing in the fourth row, with women (and strangely some men) yelling “I love you, John!” at the stage, I got to stand there with my husband, because even though John Mayer isn’t his favorite, he can still admit to liking him. And will be in the fourth row because he knows how much I want to be there.

We had a really good time.