Archive for 2009


Posted 16 Feb 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much

Blogging fail.

I’ve been a bad blogger. Not much has happened in the last week, but I’ll recap anyway. :)

Last week was my first full week working in my new position. It’s weird, I don’t entirely know what I’m doing yet, but it’s fun. The week whizzed by for the most part, and by Thursday night, I had one helluva headache. Woke up Friday morning with the headache still intact, so I stayed home from work and stayed in my pajamas all day. The husband was kind enough to pick up some Sudafed for me, and by 10pm I finally felt better.

Valentine’s day we spent poking around at Best Buy and Target, then headed out for dinner (where I stuffed my face to the point of being uncomfortable) and then to an Anti-Valentine’s day party. Yesterday, the husband nursed his drinking wounds (read: hangover) while I slept most of the day and didn’t get much of anything done aside from washing some sheets and getting my suitcase out.

A week from Thursday we leave for Puerto Vallarta!


Posted 09 Feb 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category RAD

Radiohead + USC Drum & Bugle = a very very happy Jenna.

Goddamn Mondays.

Posted 02 Feb 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much

Crabby? Check.

Tired? Check.

Unable to concentrate on anything? Check.

It’s exploding-head Monday.

So, so tired.

Posted 29 Jan 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much

I had a vivid dream-filled night last night, which pretty much prevented me from getting ANY decent sleep.

The first dream was extremely frightening. I don’t recall exactly what happened, but I woke up with a gasp, and sat straight up in bed. I was sweating, and it was only 12:30. I’d only been asleep for a little over 90 minutes. Lamesauce.

The next dream was long. It involved Johnny Knoxville, Anthony Bourdain, a ghetto cruiser, and me not having my passport at the airport with only 15 minutes before our flight to Mexico took off. Johnny and Mr Bourdain were in charge of driving me home as fast as they could to get my passport, but they took a turn and tried to off-road with the ghetto cruiser (don’t ask me what the hell is going on). Needless to say, I get back to the airport with my passport, hand it over, and the gate person says it’s not mine. And sure enough, it was one of my best friend’s EXPIRED passport instead. To sum it up, it was your average anxiety dream. I usually get them a few weeks before a big trip. FOUR weeks ahead of the trip is a little much.

Anyway, this dream caused me to wake up absolutely SOAKED with sweat. My shirt and pillow were pretty much damp and gross. I changed t-shirts and went back to bed. It was 4:30.

I woke up again at 6am, just randomly…then the alarm went off 30 minutes later.

Flop. I’m so tired. Today, my only task at work is to write my self-appraisal for my annual review. And it’s the most DIFFICULT THING EVER. I mean, writing about myself is no problem, but tooting my horn is a little more difficult when I have to recall everything I’ve accomplished at work for a whole effing year.

I did the math.

Posted 27 Jan 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category I am a moron

And I’m ashamed.

Over $14,000 in credit card debt. Some was a necessary evil (cats getting ill). Some was for fun (a few vacations and whatnot). Most I don’t remember anymore.

However, I’m realizing that I’m done. No more credit cards. I’m taking them out of my wallet, and they’re being deposited into the famed block of ice.

The husband and I have discussed our debt, and to us, any sort of “family expansion” should really wait until we have the majority of this paid off. Which not only breaks my heart, but makes me kick myself because I mostly got us into this mess and now I have to find a way to get us out.

I’ve been paying it down as much as possible, but it’s not doing much. Once the hubby’s dream job really kicks in, we’ll make a bigger dent. But I’m still worried that a year from now, I’ll still be staring at those goddamn balances wondering when we’ll ever get out of debt.

So, since other bloggers have somehow managed to wrangle some additional cash via their blogs, I’m doing it too.

This is not tax deductible. This is simply you loving me, and loving me enough to help a lady out. :)

Yeah, this is totally lame and rude and probably the worst idea ever, but I’m doing it. Mostly because, shy of cashing out my 401K…I don’t know how we’ll ever pay all of this off. I’ll be making updates to our debt totals bi-weekly.