H Bag in Gynko by Brooklyn Industries
Okay…good. Now, someone give me $75.
(NO, internets, I am not thinking about the close to 50 purses hanging on the wall in our spare bedroom right now. None of those will do. This is the one I want need.)
Blargh: Why I should have stopped at a pharmacia in Mexico.
lil’ miss abbers. no reason for this pic except OMG I LOVE HER.
I’ve almost completely convinced myself that I have ADD. I have been thinking about a fafillion things other than work WHILE AT WORK today, including but not limited to:
- Getting my taxes done
- Blogging about Mexico
- Abby in general
- Signing up to attend BlogHer
- Taxes
- Trying to plan a trip to Vegas in April
- Scheduling a weekend to visit my parents
- Penciling in laundry
- Pondering why I can’t be a stay at home mom
- Oh, and taxes.
I keep trying to think about just ONE THING AT ONCE and it’s not happening.
Did you know you can buy Ritalin in “pharmacies” in Mexico? Without a prescription? Because you can – amongst other things, like Amoxicillin and Viagra. Also a tidbit I picked up while there – Dramamine in Mexico is called Vomicin. I shit you not. I’ll take a photo of the packaging when I get home. It was a running joke between the hubs and I during our vacation.
Anyway – I’ve been trying to figure out how to recap our Mexico trip. It had it’s own disasters. However, I can’t wrap my brain around the vacation enough to be able to write about it in a way that isn’t long, drawn out bitching. So…maybe I’ll do it in a few days when I have my head on right. We did have SOME fun. Swearzies.
In the meantime, I’ll just keep staring at my gorgous little stinker until the clock hits five.
We’re called ladies of the night.
Posted 25 Feb 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category blog bidnass
Category blog bidnass
Voting restarted for one of the “Top Blogs” links on the right while I was in Mexico…and now I’m suffering. I used to be in the 30s! Now…not even close.
If each one of my readers (followers & subscribers) each clicked on these links after reading this post…it would help IMMENSELY.
Maybe I’ll even post a picture of me all hot, sweaty and greasy at Chichen Itza. C’mon…you know you wanna see my greased up bangs. You’ll need a lobotomy to erase the horror beauty from your brain.
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A minute and thirty seconds…
Posted 24 Feb 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, paparazzi
Category Abigail, baby business, paparazzi
…watched over and over and over again while in Mexico. I deleted everything off our point & shoot before we left except this video and a couple photos so we could get our Abby fix every day.
We missed her so very much.
Abby squeals! And Momma says do it again. from jenna bee on Vimeo.
I AM AWESOME.
Posted 24 Feb 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category blog bidnass, I am awesome
Category blog bidnass, I am awesome
I keed I keed. I don’t want you to think I came home from Mexico with an overinflated ego. Trust me, the European girls with their topless sunbathing put my ego right in the trash where it belongs. Wait…that was my self-image.
Anyway – I’m awesome because I won THREE BLOGGER AWARDS! Krystal from Tie a Little Ribbon, jCam of My Freakin Awesome Blog and Nicci from Changing the Universe nominated me for the Beautiful Blogger award! Aww, shucks, ladies! Thanks!
(ain’t it purdy?)
Rules for this award are: I must thank the person who gave it to me…or persons (so, THANK YOU LADIES!), link their blog, c&p the picture above, list 7 interesting things about yourself, and give the award to 7 bloggers.
Seven interesting things, eh? Aside from the fact that I was bombarded with naked euro-boobs in Mexico?
1. I am an only child. Bet you didn’t see that one comin’. Or maybe you did. My favorite response to that fact is “Oh, I could tell.” Really? Is it that obvious? Did I grab your iPhone and yell “MINE!” Yeah, I didn’t think so. All joking aside though, I had a really happy childhood and loved being an “only.” Don’t let some people fool you. We’re nice people.
2. I am an anal retentive slob. I will dirty up my house like nobody’s business. Just ask the hubs about my piles of mail. (My mother is reading this and screaming NOOOOOOO because my dad does the exact same thing.) Anyway, I will leave a trail of stuff through the house. However, when I clean? It’s like the Queen of England may or may not be coming over to eat crumpets off of the undersides of my couch cushions. I mean business.
3. I love being a peeping tom. Sort of. Honestly, I love driving by people’s houses at night and looking in their windows. Just to catch a glimpse of the decor or how their home is laid out.
4. I will quote Wayne’s World until I am blue in the face. Zang.
5. Halloween is my favorite holiday. Yeah, I’ve been known to skeeze it up for the occasion. But seriously – horror movies are straight up my favorite things EVER and a holiday which promotes month long showings of craptastic “horror?” HELLS YES.
6. I have a doll collection. The hubs calls it creepy. Some of them are. Like the bride and groom “Living Dead Dolls” my auntie gave me. Most of them are very innocent. I plan on adding to it over the years and if Abby can appreciate them for their awesomeness, then they will be hers some day. 
7. I wanted to be a doctor for a good portion of my childhood. Once I was old enough to really understand how many years of school I would have to endure and HOW MANY MORE MATH CLASSES THAT MEANT – I bailed. Even though I was in advanced math all through school, I could not STAND it. I enrolled at the U of MN as “Undecided” and before my first quarter began I had changed my degree to “Design Communication” which was later changed to “Graphic Design.” (Read NO MATH.)
Now, to the awards. If you’ve already received one before – my bad! But whatever, I think you’re cool enough so you’re going to get one again. If you haven’t…well, I’m pretty excited to have popped your Beautiful Blogger Award cherry.
Easjer at Cotton Socks.
Danse at Into the Womb.
Felicia at My Boring Life.
Fredalina at Adoption Option.
Single Grrrl at…uhh…Single Grrrl.
Aggie at There’s a Baby Out Here, People.
pmarie at Procreation – The Other Side.
