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Vom-a-palooza 2010

Posted 02 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, not so much, The Hubs

Oh. HAI INTERNETS. It’s me, Jenna. Remember me? The last time you heard from me was Wednesday, a mere 2 hours before all hell broke loose in what I now refer to as VOM-A-PALOOZA 2010! Yeah, I totally just tried to use the blink code. Just in case your brower doesn’t support it and you can’t see it.

Anywho, I made and ate a delish dinner of chicken picatta. Then my innards rumbled. I assumed gallbladder. I was sick all night. And then I barfed. And I felt better. And then I was still sick.

The next morning, the hubs called his folks, as they were going to have to watch her since I was sick and going to have to stay home. Their response? Oh, they’re barfing too. Good god, it’s going around. So, me and both of his parents are barfing. The hubs is going to have to stay home to watch Abbers. He gives her the first bottle of the day, and then promptly gets thrown up on as soon as it’s down. She’s got it too.

(At this point we think maybe the food poisoning we assumed in Vegas was really this bug. But who the hell knows. I’m not a doctor, I only play one in the bedroom.)

(Sorry family members who read that.)

Anyway, I spend the day on the couch moaning and groaning. We call the nurse line to figure out what to do with Abby since she can’t keep anything down. I start imagining our impending trip to the ER when she’s dehydrated, me pale and shitting all over everything and her projectile vomiting, with the hubs in the middle in a raincoat pleading to God for it to stop. Luckily I didn’t get it that bad. Neither did she. But she couldn’t keep much down.

She barfed a total of 5 times. Once on me. FOUR TIMES on the hubs. Twice because I messed up on what to give her (one too warm, one too much).

Not only does she have a shitty stomach, but is teething and has THE WORST DIAPER RASH EVER! (I thought about making that blink too but I’m a HTML coder and I know better than to use that crap code twice in one post.) And then, Tylenol recall! You know, that stuff I’ve been giving her for the past 2 months? RECALLED! (Oh yeah, McNeill and Johnson & Johnson? MIDDLE FINGER.)

Regardless, all of this meant our trip to my parents house for the weekend was not happening. I cried. My mom cried. I haven’t been home since before Christmas, all because of some shitty virus (insert rimshot here), I have to wait another week.

Blah blah blah. Anyway, it’s been over 24 hours since Abbers has spewed. We’re still working on getting her back to her normal ounces per feeding, and don’t even ask me when I’ll have the balls to try cereal again. Tomorrow I’m taking her to the doc to have her diaper rash looked at since it’s really bad, and not getting better with over the counter whatnots. I’m also taking her to the in-laws for a few hours tomorrow so I can deep clean this cesspool of bacteria.

Sigh.

So, how was your weekend?

I have made my decision.

Posted 21 Apr 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, retail therapy, The Hubs

Last night, I ordered my piece from Modern Bird Studios.

And I picked this photo.

When trying to pick colors, I fell in love with Black Plum, and then thought how nice a gray would look with it…and then realized that those were pretty much the same colors Mandy from Harper’s Happenings chose. Whoops. So, I stuck with the Black Plum and chose to do natural wood as the other “color.”

My work of art hath been ordered.

It just dawned on me this morning how cool it would be to get a tattoo of the final product. (Actually, I was thinking how cool it would be for the hubs to get a tattoo of the final product, but I digress.)

Anyway, I CAN’T WAIT for it to be done!

Be sure to check out Modern Bird to order a work of art of your own!

Because it wouldn’t be a vacay without drama.

Posted 20 Apr 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
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.

Posted 09 Apr 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category marriage, The Hubs

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.)

My life almost ended.

Posted 22 Mar 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category please and thank you, The Hubs

For 36 hours this weekend, good ol’ Bessy, aka my four year old iBook stopped working. It shut itself down, and then refused to power up again. We’ve neglected to unplug it from the power plug so the battery was crap, but no reason to not turn on. I panicked. Not only because I had pictures on there that were not backed up of Abby’s first date with rice cereal, but OMGINEEDMYLAPTOP. Seriously. I know I’m addicted to the likes of Twitter and Google Reader, but I had no idea how much. I attempted to turn it on numerous times to no avail. I started imagining how much it was going to suck to go another $1800 into debt because Bessy wouldn’t fire up. And another $350 or so on the Adobe Web Premium (thanks educational discount). And then, randomly…I gave it one last try before using it as a doorstop, and it magically turned on. Only one other time can I remember being so relieved, and then was when John the Midwife announced Abby was out and GOOD GOD I no longer had an inside baby. So, yeah – that’s why I was absent over the weekend.

All kidding aside, there’s a serious event taking place early tomorrow morning. The hubs’ mother is going in for brain surgery to remove a tumor that’s pushing in the olfactory area of her brain. She’s lost her sense of smell forever, but they need to remove the tumor to ensure that she doesn’t lose anything else. It’s pretty scary. Luckily they can access the area through her nasal cavity rather than having to pull her skull back (::shudder::) so her recovery time will be minimal at 6 weeks. Also, more than likely the tumor is not cancerous, but of course they won’t know for sure until they do a biopsy.

The hubs is getting up at 4am tomorrow to pick up his folks and drive them to the University hospital, where he’ll spend the day with his dad, waiting for his mom to endure the 6 hour surgery.

Thoughts, prayers, good juju – whatever you have to spare would be greatly appreciated.