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Christmas time is here…

Posted 21 Dec 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, RAD, The Hubs

Good afternoon, my fine readers. I’m writing this on my couch in my babyless house. Yes my friends, I’m on vacation. Of course, the gods of comedy thought “Wouldn’t it be HILARIOUS if the one time Jenna took time off work to just relax…SHE GOT A COLD? Muah-ah-AHHHH!1!!11!”

And so it was. Granted, I knew it was only a matter of time before I got sick. The hubs has had a cold since a couple weeks ago. But…it had been so long that I kind of thought “HECK YES. IMMUNE SYSTEM!” and then we fist bump. But, after our Christmas party Saturday night (which included a 4:30am bedtime) – my immunity had left the building.

Anyway, ZOMG CHRISTMAS!! I’m so excited. I mean, I’ll be more excited after we have the five hour drive to my parents house under our belts, but excited none the less. We’ll be gone for five days, which is pretty sweet. All my gifts are wrapped, I have one left to purchase and I am READY for Santa to visit Abbers. In fact, for your viewing pleasure, here’s a cell phone picture (of the picture) of Abbers and the big man.

Okay, this is going to be one of those posts where I have no attention span because I TOTALLY FORGOT. It was discovered during our Christmas party that we suddenly have a ton of HD channels we didn’t know we had, like Comedy Central, VH1, MTV, TruTV, FX, THE WEATHER CHANNEL (!!) , E! and The Travel Channel. Can I tell you how my life is now complete? I don’t want to do anything anymore. In fact, since I woke up this morning, I’ve been watching “Most Shocking: High Speed Pursuits” on TruTV. Yep. Aside from my cold? BEST VACATION EVER.

Alright, that’s all I have right now. I still have a bunch of unpublished posts in the hopper, so keep your eyes peeled.  In case I don’t get back before then, Merry Xmas to your and yours, happy belated Hanukkah, and happy solstice!

We’re all gonna die a snowy death. And…SANTA!

Posted 10 Dec 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, not so much, RAD, The Hubs

The storm arriving tonight has the potential to be the biggest winter storm for much of Minnesota since the 1991 Halloween blizzard. Possible white-out conditions south and west of the Twin Cities, and wind chills of -20 to -35. (source)

So, I started writing a post about how Abbers will be seeing the man from the North Pole this afternoon, but all I am hearing since yesterday afternoon is SNOWMAGEDDON and that we’re going to be buried under 1-2 FEET of snow. I’m having a hard time focusing on anything else.

Again, why do I live here?

Anyway, this afternoon the hubs (who is sick as a dog right now with a cold I’m sure I’ll be suffering from momentarily) will be bringing Abby downtown and we’re heading the Macy’s to walk through the Christmas display on 8th floor, and then see the man himself. Secretly, I’m kind of hoping we get one of those pictures with the big ugly tears. I would love to add something to this collection.

I’ll post some pictures later. Of both our house covered in snow and Abbers with Santa.

This will be funny someday.

Posted 17 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category house stuffs, not so much, the cats, The Hubs

Scene: Saturday morning. My basement. Recently refinished with new flooring, and remodeled bathroom.

Players: Myself, and my friend who’s been helping me for the past few weeks with said bathroom.

He hasn’t been over since the floors were finished and I’ve painted the bathroom. Today we are just wrapping things up – putting the toilet back and installing the sink and vanity. Needless to say, I’m SO EXCITED to show him how good it looks.

Me: OMG! Doesn’t it look awesome! Now, come look at the bathroom. It looks so good, doesn’t it?!

Him: Uh…is that supposed to be there? (maybe not what he said because OMG I can’t remember specifics at this point)

Me: What?

He points to the floor behind me, underneath the laundry sink.

I look down, and see this:

Thats not a mouse.

A FUCKING RAT.

IN MY BASEMENT.

RIGHT NEXT TO ME.

Okay, I don’t care that it’s dead WHATHEMUTHEREFFINGHELL is a RAT DOING IN MY HOUSE?! !?

At this point, I’m like, hyperventilating, jumping all over the place and trying to form complete sentences but HOW CAN I WITH A RAT RIGHT THERE. My friend is just laughing and also being slightly grossed out and simply cracking up because I was all “Look at my beautiful basement!” totally oblivious to the dead animal with a 12 inch tail inches from my feet.

Once I gained enough composure to start breathing, I thought long and hard about how we could have gotten an animal THAT SIZE in our house, and how I didn’t notice. Then I remembered the gaping hole in the floor where the toilet usually sits. We had stuffed paper towels in it 3 weeks before so the sewer fumes wouldn’t stink the house up. I looked in the bathroom – paper towel is no longer in the hole. This thing swam through the sewer (vomitvomitbarfGROSS) and somehow ended up in my basement.

Wait. I should pause this story to add the following sad sidenote: We had to put our cat Boo-boo down on Friday. He had come down with the same disease that was our cat Miles’ ultimate demise. He was getting really sick and we just needed to take care of it before it got out of hand. It was super sad, and we were lucky enough that the sister-in-law was able to be with him when he was put down. (I was at work, and the hubs couldn’t bear to do it – he did it with Miles and couldn’t do it again.) We’ll miss you Bubs. :(

It dawned on the hubs and I that more than likely, before Boo went to the scratching post in the sky, that he must have killed this rat. I shit you not when I say this rat was half the size of Boo. Like, no effing joke. And Boo killed it. Even as sick as he was, he was still defending his territory.

I told my dad about what happened. His response? Good luck getting your mother over to your house again.

Careful, now.

Posted 13 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, marriage, motherhood, The Hubs

Let me start this post by saying this:

I’m about to talk about stuff that people such as co-workers, men in general and my family probably don’t want to read. So, if you’re any of these people, kindly exit stage right. I’ll wait patiently with my Minnesota Twins Homer Hanky on my head. And a mustache.

Alright, if you’re still here and you’re one of those people, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Yesterday, I had a visit with John the Midwife. Don’t get ahead of yourself, I’m not pregnant like the rest of the blogosphere seems to be. However, the time had come. The IUD had to come out.

AGAIN – let me reiterate – I DON’T WANT TO GET PREGNANT.

Although Mirena is supposed to do a plethora of wonderful things, the only positive I’ve had from it is not getting pregnant. (cheers and applause) The 2 weeks of bleeding a month, random cramping and possible emotional side effects? It’s been 10 months. I’ve had enough.

Honestly, I’m really bummed this didn’t work out. Not getting pregnant and never having to think about it? AWESOME. Like, TOTALLY AWESOME. The side effects were just outweighing the positive.  But then the question arose – what do I do now?!

After a good long talk with the hubs, and then with John the Midwife…I came to a conclusion. I’m back to NFP/charting/temping/TTA and ::ehem:: other barriers.

I did this for a full year before we tried to have a baby, and it worked quite well. More importantly, I was hormone free and felt really good. Granted, now that I know what pregnancy and childbirth are like, I am deathly afraid of becoming pregnant again, which is making me doubt this method…but I think it’ll be okay. I’m about to renew my subscription to a certain website, and already feel better. My brain feels clearer. Who knows, maybe this will help me with my anxiety? Only time will tell.

So, here’s to not getting knocked up, eh?

Sometimes, when I get an idea…

Posted 30 Sep 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, house stuffs, marriage, motherhood, The Hubs

With all the basement revamp talk happening (I refuse to call it remodeling because we’re only getting new floors and maybe a new coat of paint but yes A NEW BATHROOM (sort of)), I’ve been thinking a lot about our house and how we use it. I’m just so excited to get our basement back and have a space for entertaining and SPORTSSSSS and watching movies complete with our fancy sound system that we haven’t used in over a year {deep breath} that it made me RETHINK the fact that all this should be done with our dear Abbers in mind. As much as the hubs (whose birthday is today – HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD BALLS!) would like to call the basement “The Man Cave” – let’s be real. I’m going to use it just as much. As is our Abbers. So let’s at least make it appropriate for all of us, mmmkay?

The other day I started thinking about a room down there that will still have carpet (since it has a door and thus, no cat pee) and how it has always been “the music room” complete with drums, bass, guitar, bongos blah blah blah I never go in there. I’m happy that the hubs has a room in our house where these things can go (even if when he plays he may as well be sitting right in front of me since it’s like, negative sound proofed), but suddenly I had a vision. A vision of the hubs and I watching a movie or entertaining friends while a football game is on…and Abby having that room as her playroom full of toys and play kitchens and dress-up costumes…and HOLY CRAP THAT IS THE BEST IDEA EVAR. And like in the movies, there was the screech of braking tires in my brain because that will more than likely never happen. Because…where would the precious drums and cymbals and other such equipment that gets used once every 3 months go?

{you sense my sarcasm here, right?}

I don’t want to take that room away from my husband. This is obvious mostly in the fact that I’ve never mentioned this idea to him, because I don’t want him to think I don’t understand how much he LOVES that he can have that room. I’ve run through scenarios where he puts the drums in the laundry room and I get that room for Abby…but the litter boxes are in the laundry room. I couldn’t expect him to play in there. I WOULDN’T. But…but…THAT ROOM. IS PERFECT. FOR A PLAYROOM.

A girl can dream. It’s a good thing for Josh that Abby doesn’t understand much that I’m saying yet and also doesn’t understand the concept of a dedicated playroom, because if I told her my idea? HE WOULD NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT. FROM EITHER OF US.