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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.


So, how was your weekend?

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.

Saying goodbye.

Posted 08 Apr 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much, other people are awesome

Yesterday I went to the hospital to say goodbye to Sarah one final time.

It sucked.

I’m having a hard time putting it into words, but my friend at Aboutfulness blog wrote about it. I’m just going to direct you there, because what she wrote is absolutely perfect and beautiful and perfect.

Please read she is quite wonderful.

After today we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming, including the fact that my baby girl weighs 16.5 pounds now. WTF happened to my tiny baby? Someone answer me!!

Dear Stella…

Posted 30 Mar 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much

What was it about the worst clothing item to “come back into style…”


I used to respect you. And now, Ms McCartney? I LOATHE YOU.

A history. And…to giveaway, or not to giveaway?

Posted 10 Mar 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much, wedding whatnots

I’ve been blogging for a long time. My first blog post was back in 2000, where I basically bitched about writing papers for college and apologized for not blogging more. Then I started again in 2004 and ranted about things that bugged me. There was no such thing as “followers.” People didn’t subscribe to RSS. I didn’t care if I had readers because I was doing it for myself.

In November of 2006 I decided to start blogging about our wedding planning since the majority of my friends and family lived elsewhere. Blogged Bliss was born. After the wedding was over, my good friend A inspired me to keep the blog going, and it turned into my outlet for everything. An outlet of course, that my friends and family could read.

February 2009 and we’re trying to get knocked up. I start a new blog. A secret blog where I can complain about how long it’s taking us to get it done. And then I get pregnant in the first month. Trying to conceive blog turns into pregnancy blog. Secret turns public. Over time, I acquire around 70 followers and around 100 RSS subscribers. Then I have Abby and pregnancy blog makes no sense anymore, so I move all my posts and my bad little self back to Blogged Bliss.

So there, a brief history.

Now, getting to my main point. My moral struggles with blogging, followers and giveaways.

My blog now has just shy of 50 followers and a bunch of RSS subscribers. (Where did that 20 go from my other blog? Come back!) Anyway, I obviously would like for more readers. I think most every blogger’s dream is for someone to find their blog and pay them billions of dollars in ad revenue so that they don’t have to work anymore. Right? Some bloggers are just lucky enough to have enough readers where companies send them items to review and or give away and that’s totally awesome. I hope I get to that point some day.

But some bloggers have giveaways with items they purchase on their own…and to enter the giveaway you must follow the blog, vote for them at either of the sites on the right or stand on their heads or something. That’s fine for the people that do that. I don’t think that I could. Gaining “followers” based solely on something you bought to give away seems like cheating. I want people to read my blog because they like what I have to say, not because of the off-chance I might give away some fancy-ass diaper bag.

Of course, these blogs then have eleventy billion followers and top ten listings in the “Top” blogs. They make me a little sad when I see my little following, but I feel better knowing that my peeps are there because they wanna be. They won’t ignore most of my posts because the word “Giveaway” isn’t in the title.

Don’t get me wrong, if hell freezes over tomorrow and some company was all – “DOOODE. Here’s this awesome toy we want you to review and we’ll send you one to giveaway to your readers,” of course I’d do it. Because it was genuine. I just don’t agree with the other practice.

To each their own, though.

What are your thoughts on giveaways?