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Posted 15 Jul 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, marriage, motherhood
Category baby business, marriage, motherhood
Yep, I just used the standard “OMFGIAMSOBUSY!” keyboard move to indicate that, YES. I AM VERY BUSY.
I had a bachelorette party last weekend, one this weekend and a baby shower as well; work is busier than I’ve been in years and we can’t forget I HAVE A NEARLY 9 MONTH OLD ON MY HANDS.
I knew this month was going to fly by, I just didn’t think it would go by THIS fast.
So here’s one of those awesome “recap” posts that always make me roll my eyes but OMG YOU GUYS. I have no time. Could someone loan me a day? I really just need one day. Preferably between Saturday and Sunday. We’ll call it Satunday. Wait. That’s too close to Satanday. How about Sunturday? Sure. We’ll go with that.
- Abbers’ right front tooth is making it’s way in as we speak. I always try to take pictures but every time she sees me focusing in on them, she purses up her lips and pretty much gives me the “back off beeetch” eyes. So you’ll have to wait, dear internets, to see those toofies for yourselves.
- It was roughly the surface of the sun here yesterday in good ol’ Minneaps. I am so thankful we have central air. Most houses in our hood do not. Although, there is something comforting about remembering lying in bed as a kid, sweating and praying the box fan in the window would magically turn into an AC. Abby will probably never know what it’s like to not have AC until she moves into her first apartment. (Okay. I just typed that and started crying. Thanks PMS!)
- I had my consultation at Uptown Tattoo for my latest and greatest. I’m not going to talk about it here, you’ll just have to wait until September when I have it done. Needless to say I AM STOKED. I also have an appointment in August (after BlogHer) to get my foot touched up, which will hurt more than birthing babies.
- I also finally made an appointment with a lady to talk about The Funk. I HAVE been feeling better lately, but I still get blue and have my moments where I think “I am not handling this well.” I have my first appointment on Monday. I’m both excited and scared shitless to talk to a woman I don’t know about the horrible thoughts that have run through my head.
- I owe my bestie about 3,592 emails. She also owes me a blog post.
I’ll start emailing, you start writing!
And…that’s that. Sorry all you’re getting lately is bulleted lists. Someday when I’m not having to block time on my calendar to take a piss, you’ll get a real solid post. Until then? UL tags all the way! (Yep. I code-monkeyed all over that shiz.)
HUMPDAY.
Posted 07 Jul 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, marriage, motherhood, other people are awesome
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, marriage, motherhood, other people are awesome
Who decided to call Wednesday “Humpday?” It makes me feel dirty. And not in a good way.
Anyway, holy crap it’s summer! I mean, it has been summer, but suddenly I’m in the thick of not having a free weekend until the end of August and I’m already feeling like it’s over. I love and hate this all at once.
So, here’s a (not so) quick recap of what the eff I’m up to lately.
- Designing my “business cards” for BlogHer in NYC. You know what? SCRATCH THAT. Obvs they’re not business cards, because if this was my business I’d be as happy as a little girl. Since it’s not, let’s call them what they are. CALLING CARDS. Call me a call-girl. Did I say “call” enough yet? Call. (call.)
- Speaking of BlogHer, the hubs and I just purchased our plane tickets for NYC! So that means I’ll actually be there. OMG. SO EXCITED. Also? I just got Aunt Becky’s phone number. Get ready for drunk texts about how awesome you are in the next month, Ms. Becky. You’ve been warned.
- Prepping myself for insanity. I have two bachelorette parties, a baby shower and a weekend in the northwoods coming up in the next 3 weeks. And then New York. And then a wedding. I have a lot of dress shopping to do.
- Abbers has two new toofies on the top. Last night I dreamed she got all her teeth at once. In the same dream I was also completely hysterical. I WONDER WHY. Abby’s thisclose to crawling as well. And seemingly thisclose to standing and walking. She’d apparently like to do them all at once, thankyouverymuch. We’ll see which one she masters first.
- I also talked to John the Midwife about The Funk. It’s been getting better lately, but now The Funk is kind of morphing into The Anxiety and that is equally as shitty. Especially since I have to get on a plane in a matter of weeks. Needless to say, he recommended I talk to someone, and is calling me in a week to make sure I’ve made an appointment to do so. Have I mentioned I love John? Because I do. I’ll be making my appointment…soon.
So…I think that’s about all I can wrap up for now. It’s a busy time, summers in the Midwest. We only get so many days to be outside and soak up as much vitamin D as we can before we’re all buried in snow and pissing & moaning about living here.
Intelligent conversation.
A back and forth between the hubs and I on Sunday:
Me: Was I having the conversation with you about Back to the Future the other day?
Him: No.
Me: “The Future” was supposed to be in 2015 in that movie. So much for hovercars and skateboards, eh?
Him: (laughs) Yeah, I guess so. It’s stupid though. They should have hoverboards by now.
Me: You’d think.
Him: We used to think when the movie came out that they really did exist and they were just keeping them secret. I mean, why don’t they really have hoverboards? It can’t be that hard.
Me: Because they’d need to harness jet propulsion on a really small scale and that’s probably really hard.
(Sidenote: Am I not the biggest nerd in the world? Even typing out what I said makes me feel like I should tape a “Kick Me” sign to my own back.)
Him: They should get the world’s top scientists on this. Get them off the oil spill and put them on building hoverboards.
Me: They’d probably build a hoverboard faster than they can figure out how to stop the oil spill.
Him: True dat.
Prepare yourselves.
Posted 08 Jun 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, blog bidnass, marriage, other people are awesome, please and thank you, RAD
Category baby business, blog bidnass, marriage, other people are awesome, please and thank you, RAD
Hey! Do you follow me on Twitter? I hope so. If you don’t, YOU SHOULD. Because Thursday, I’m leaving on a long weekend trip to visit my bestie Amanda. (You should follow her too. I guarantee there will be hilarity via Twatting.) (Wait, her account is locked down. I’ll have a chat with her about this.)
Anyway, YES! I have a weekend away from home, meaning a weekend away from the hubs and Abbers. I will miss them both very very dearly, but OH MY GOD do I need a girls weekend. It’s been no secret I’ve been in The Funk lately and I’ve had just about enough of it. I’ve been trending towards more of the happys lately, but I think this weekend might just help. Or being away from my little family will send me in a downward spiral of despair. Whatevs. There’ll be shopping and lots of the drink so I’m sure I’ll cope somehow. (No, family members reading this, I’m not an alcoholic. Yet.)
SO – tune into Twitter starting Thursday afternoon. I’ll be twittering lots and lots until Monday when I return. I’ll be flying to Phoenix, going to an 80s themed happy hour, driving to historic Prescott, AZ…and seeing Sex & The City 2. Then somehow finding my way through the Sky Harbor Airport in a massively hungover state to fly back home.
Speaking of Sex & The City 2, have you seen this video? I swear to you it is the funniest thing I have ever seen. I’ve watched it a million times and tears come to my eyes EVERY SINGLE TIME. So…watch it. And follow this guy on Twitter.
PS – Got the kitchen painted. THANK THE GODS. It looks awesome, btw.
In all seriousness…
Posted 26 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category marriage, motherhood, not so much
Category marriage, motherhood, not so much
So, this is the post I started last week that was going to be a more serious post. Turns out, all I even typed out was the title. But I still remember the topic.
I’m going to jump around here a bit. Stay with me.
It seems like lately, all I’m doing is wishing for things to be different. So much so that it nearly consumes my thoughts when I have a spare moment to daydream. My biggest wish? To win the lottery or suddenly be handed a crap-ton of money. I know, I know – a lot of people wish for the same thing. But I think about it ALL THE TIME. Because it would for the most part, solve a lot of my problems. Again – I know this would also solve a lot of problems for other people, but we’re talking about ME, people. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME! *cough* Anyway…
I wish so badly every day that I could be a stay at home mom. EVERY DAY. This just isn’t possible because we need my income. In fact, I’m trying to start working four 10 hour days (instead of four 8 hour days) in order to get back to 40 hours a week and more money.
So, in essence, a lotto win would equate to never having to work again. And the thought makes me so happy that I simply cannot stop thinking about it. I don’t even think about what else I could do with the money, just knowing I could stay home with Abby is enough. I’m so happy when I’m with her. But when I’m not…
I also am having a hard time with my emotions lately. I’m usually a pretty happy person, but I seem to be crying more often and just kind of in a funk that I can’t shake. I have a huge group of ladies I love more than any e-buddies evar, but I can’t bring myself to talk with them much anymore. I don’t really talk to any of my IRL friends anymore either, save one. I don’t know why. It has nothing to do with them and everything to do with me. I keep blaming my hormones (DAMN THIS MIRENA!) but I don’t know if that’s it. And I’m not ready to start waving the PPD flag, because seriously? I just can’t. I don’t feel like that’s me. And that just leaves me…here. With no answers. Feeling slightly crazy and just hoping that tomorrow I’ll feel better. Some days I do. Others, not so much.
I kind of just feel trapped in my own mind. Like, if I vocalize my inner monologue EVER I will surely be locked up in some sort of looney bin or asylum for special people. I have a lot of issues I need to work out regarding a lot of things, but instead I choose to keep everything locked up, because I simply do not feel like dealing with anything.
::deep breaths::
So…there’s my serious post. I don’t know how I feel about actually putting all of this out there, but I am. I kind of feel like I’m in that dream where you’re in the middle of a crowd with no clothes on and everyone is staring at you. I guess I’m just hoping that someone out there can hand me a robe. Preferably one made of lightweight cotton. It’s warm out, doode.
Because it wouldn’t be a vacay without drama.
Posted 20 Apr 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category marriage, not so much, The Hubs
Category marriage, not so much, The Hubs
After this past weekend in Vegas, it occurred to me that I never divulged the deets of our Mexico trip. I’ll wrap it up in a quick, non-sentence sentence. Direct deposit from my work that never went through, shitty rooms, all-inclusive crap food, hubs lost his cell phone, Chitchen Itza tour eff-up times 2.
We did still manage to enjoy our trip, despite almost DAILY dramz. I even got a little tan. (high-five.)
SO. Vegas. VEGAS! We were so excited. Sun, booze, gambling, shopping and excellent rock ‘n’ roll. What more could we ask for? Oh, dear god. We should have known.
Our flight in was just fine. Originally, Delta was dickish enough to put us in seats not even close to being in the same part of the plane. Did I mention they did this to us on our return flight from Mexico? Because they did. Thankfully we were quite early to the airport on Thursday and managed to get into an exit row in seats next to each other. WITHOUT PAYING FOR IT. (I know, right?!) We got to Vegas, collected our suitcase, headed to the hotel, and then to the Earl of Sandwich because we were starving and apparently that’s all that’s open at 12:30am in Vegas.
Friday – we had lunch (because the line for the breakfast buffet was OUT OF CONTROL) and had some delicious drinks. Then we shopped. The hubs bought me a few items at Anthropologie (including my dress for April!) and to reward him for being such a great dude, I offered to buy him a margarita in one of those yard glasses that everyone drinks out of in Vegas. We waltz up to a stand in the middle of the Forum Shops in Caesars and order two.
“Which tequila?” they ask, and rattle off a list of crap that I don’t remember because they said Patron and I stopped listening.
Patron it is! The hubs whispers to me “this is going to be like, $100.” I laugh and say “As if!” (because I love quoting Clueless) and watch as they make our drinks. I’m counting the shots of tequila get poured in…1…2…3…4…….5?! Holy crap. And I’m still not doing the math in my head. She rings us up and says something that sounded like one hundred something, so I thought I misunderstood. Then I look at the price. $107.50. FOR TWO DRINKS. I start laughing hysterically and look at the hubs. I cannot afford this. So he pays. HE PAYS $100 FOR TWO DRINKS. Of course the were gigantic and would last all day, but my god?! Ridic. I have a picture. I’ll share later.
We walk around a bit more and then pit stop at our hotel so we can dump the remainders of our margaritas into cups sans ice to we are set for drinks for the rest of our trip. I filled FIVE GLASSES with our remnants. Thank god we didn’t drink it all or we’d both be dead in the middle of the desert or something.
Anyway, we spent the rest of the day gambling, shopping some more and watching the Twins. We had a 10 o’clock reservation at Olives at Bellagio – a fancy italian restaurant. We went back to the room, changed and had dinner.
Now…at some point during his meal, the hubs said “this doesn’t seem like it’s cooked all the way” and continued eating the veal anyway. Bad…bad idea.
Seven in the morning, he gets up. The sounds emanating from the bathroom do not sound good. I write it off to the cream sauce from the food and the patron. However, he does not get better. It only gets worse. By 11am he was barfing. And I had a bad feeling about the rest of the day. Around 3pm I left to get him some saltines and some gatorade. I got back and he looked half dead – face pale white and lips totally dry and cracked. He couldn’t even keep water down.
He told me I was going to the show by myself.
I sent a text to my friend A back in Minneapolis. Flights to Vegas were $700 and she wouldn’t get in until 10pm. No dice. My other friend A in Phoenix was broke and couldn’t come. My other friend S lived 8 hours away and wouldn’t make it in time. BLAST! I was going alone.
But I did. And I was fine. The show was AWESOME. (I’m talking Them Crooked Vultures, here. SO GOOD. If you like musics, you should like them. Or maybe that’s just me.) Made friends with a couple girls who’d driven there from Fresno, and then waited in a 45 minute cab line when the show was over. I got home to my hubby who had finally stopped barfing and showed him the pictures & poster I’d bought, and we went to bed.
He was a little better the next day, so we were able to make our 3pm flight. I feel so bad that he missed a whole day in Vegas…but I’m so happy he’s better. I’m also happy he didn’t barf on me on the plane.
So yeah. That’s two trips in 3 months…our first ones alone…and both were mildly disasterous.
Is there a trick to traveling without dramz? Someone tell me.
Sleepovers and the marital bed.
Okay, before you get all “YES! A post about sex!” may I remind you that both my mother-in-law (hi, Chris) and MY GRANDMOTHER read this and you will not be getting any inside info about my sex life. So, go ahead and crack open the latest Penthouse forum and pretend you read it here. Wait. Don’t do that either. That’s gross.
This week has been less than awesome and I’m pretty sure when midnight on Saturday rolls around I’m going to offer this week a big middle finger and then run less than gracefully into the arms of next week.
However, it made me recognize how important my family and friends are, most importantly the hubs. The days this week have been rough, to say the least, but nights with him made me smile. We’d climb into our bed, turn the Twins game on the TV, laugh and make jokes. I’d stick my cold feet on his legs. We’d laugh about some stuff until I nearly had tears in my eyes. It reminded me of sleepovers when I was younger.
I realized some nights can feel like a sleepover when you’re married. Even more so when you have kids, because you have to shush each other occasionally, like when you were worried your parents would wake up and tell you to SHUT UP IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING.
However, some nights are not like sleepovers, like when your husband goes to a concert, and although you’re able to sleep through the door being unlocked and alarm being disarmed/rearmed, the husband getting ready for bed and then drunkenly climbing in…he decides to wake you up to let you know that he plans on buying tickets for another concert in June and did you know Julian Casablancas was rightthere at the club standing next to him and blah blah blah. And then I’m all SHUT UP IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING.
(you know I love you, Mr. Hubs. even when you’re extra talky at 2am.)
A MIL update.
Posted 24 Mar 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category marriage
Category marriage
The hubs’ mom made it through the surgery, which ended up being more like 10 hours rather than 6, but they got all of the stubborn tumor out. I haven’t been able to visit her yet, but I think Abby and I will be going up this evening after the hubs gets off of work.
Thank you everyone for the thoughts and prayers!
Sometimes it’s the little things.
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.
