Sunday, June 03, 2012

Photo Dump

First up, two things I screenshotted from Facebook:

A picture of my niece Ada with accompanying comment from one of my sister's friends...




And this stranger's reaction to my cousin's status update:




Next, a heads up that when given the option, I will always draw an animal, regardless of point value:

Why aren't you playing me, btw? jessiejensen



Next, a picture I took outside of my aunt's house. THIS CAR IS PARKED!!!!! I've never wanted to leave a "You park like an a-hole" fake ticket under someone's windshield wiper more:





Next, I spent upwards of fifteen minutes yesterday taking still frames from a video of Penny biting water. This is the best one, side by side with an old picture of me getting trashed by a wave for good measure:





Last, this:

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Sunday Poll

My modesty post garnered more discussion (and angry anonymous comments, and head-scratching Google search suggestions) than I'd anticipated. I set up this poll purely out of curiosity as a result of some of that discussion.

This is an outfit:


You couldn't wear either component of this outfit with garments - the top is a boatneck, and the shorts are several inches above the knee. I'm interested to see the general consensus on whether or not this outfit is appropriate for a 16 year old LDS teen to wear. 

I reference For the Strength of Youth ('FTSOY') in most of the choices, so for your convenience, here's what the 2012 pamphlet says on dress standards:

"Immodest clothing is any clothing that is tight, sheer, or revealing in any other manner. Young women should avoid short shorts and short skirts, shirts that do not cover the stomach, and clothing that does not cover the shoulders or is low-cut in the front or the back. Young men should also maintain modesty in their appearance. Young men and young women should be neat and clean and avoid being extreme or inappropriately casual in clothing, hairstyle, and behavior."


So without further ado, The Poll:


Saturday, May 26, 2012

Freebies!

Back when Jon was in Dallas for a review course and I was unemployed, I spent a shload of time playing around in Photoshop trying to simultaneously battle boredom and improve a marketable skill. Now all these neglected printables -inspirational quotes, nursery art, capybara art, etc- are just sitting in a folder on my harddrive, weeping. You may have them.

These link to Mediafire where you can download the high resolution JPEG file. I've indicated the size for each of them. I can imagine I'll be adding more so check back every once in a while, if you're into this sort of thing. 

I'm sure it goes without saying that these are for personal use only. 


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This one looks cute with the addition of a name. Just ask.



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(Attn: before you print that one off for your entire Young Women's class, read it very carefully...)


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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

"How's Hedwig?": A Family Story Told in a Single Run-on Sentence

My grandma, Sweetie, loaned her entire Harry Potter series to a family in her neighborhood, and one of the sons in the family looks exactly like Harry Potter, and a few weeks later he showed up on her doorstep (glasses and all) holding a heavy-laden paper shopping bag, and Sweetie assumed he was returning the books so she clapped her hands and delightedly exclaimed, “Ohhh, Harry Potter! Thank you so much!”, as in, "Ohhh, my Harry Potter books are back!", and he left confused, and after she closed the door behind him she realized that the bag was full of baked goods, not books, and that he must have thought she was mockingly calling him Harry Potter since he looks exactly like him :(

Friday, May 04, 2012

THAT WORD

I have strong feelings on the subject of Mormons’ misguided love affair with the concept of “modesty” but I thought I’d just keep them to myself. I did a good job of it, too, until something was said in Relief Society that nearly set me seizing with silent rage. The discussion was about how and why to protect our children from the evils of the world, and one woman, a high school teacher, asserted that when her female students aren't dressed "modestly"  (ugh, that WORD) it “always reflects the fact that her parents are vulgar and promiscuous.” Her exact words.

I was seething. I should have spoken up, but I was honestly so stunned by what had been said that I just sat there under a black cloud in angry rumination. This touches on almost every single thing that I take issue with in church culture. The harsh, ignorant judgment of people who don’t share our religious ideals. The assumption that others –non-members!- should somehow comply to our standards (and if they don't they aren't good people). The fact that the discussion then lingered on what women should wear in order to reduce the lust they incite in men. Wrong, wrong, wrong. (Did you know that in areas where women wear the burqa, men sexualize their eyes?) And the use of UGH, THAT WORD “modesty.” Look it up in a dictionary – it has a whole lot more meaning than the definition the LDS culture exclusively attaches to it.

I can’t voice my thoughts on this subject as intelligently or eloquently as others have (see here especially, and don’t miss the comments; I love the emphasis on the other meanings of modesty that are so quickly overlooked in our measuring of inseams), but I am better-than-average at making lists and I have feelings – SO MANY FEELINGS – on the topic of the cultural LDS view on bodies, skin, and clothing, so here goes.

I will begin any discussion even remotely referencing bodies with 1) WE ARE MADE IN THE IMAGE OF GOD. Our bodies are not pornography. They are not inherently shameful or evil; they reflect divinity and glorify God. That is what I will teach my children, and if anyone gets in the way of that message I will mow them down.

2) Endowed members of the Church are the only people who have covenanted with God in the holy temple to wear garment-concealing clothing. Everyone else – non-members and unendowed LDS adults, teens and especially children – have not willingly vowed to God to wear the holy garment, and therefore are not constrained by any law in heaven to wear clothing that covers their shoulders to their knees.

My friend in our old Tucson ward had a similar experience to the one Tracy M. describes in the blog post I linked to above: She had been baptized as a child but was never a part of the culture. Her second week back at church after 14 years’ inactivity, multiple women pulled her aside and told her she wasn’t dressed “modestly.” What she’d been wearing was a perfectly respectful and demure sundress – something that wouldn’t have been out of place in any other church. When Chelsea, mortified, confided this to me I told her it was none of their business what she wore and that they had no right to judge her clothing against their personal dress code which was made by covenant. She would have figured out the cultural norm eventually, ladies. There was no need to make her feel even more out of place.

I will certainly encourage my teens to wear age-appropriate clothing that isn’t overtly revealing. But 3) what’s appropriate for a teen to wear and what’s appropriate for an endowed member of the church to wear are miles distant.

4) CHILDREN CANNOT BE “IMMODEST,” period. I distinctly remember playing in an outgrown nightgown as an 8 or 9 year old and my dad admonishing me for being immodest when my underwear inadvertently showed. I’ll never forget the burning embarrassment and that sudden feeling that I had done something shameful, and I will not fetter my own children with those same adult projections.

My sister Corinne, a member of the Primary presidency in her ward, is sort of my hero for refusing to teach the “modesty” lesson. She wasn’t going to stand in front of a room full of children and tell them to cover their shoulders for any reason other than protecting their fair skin from the sun’s rays. I’m not advocating triangle bikinis on little girls (because it’s a mature look, not because it would make them ‘immodest’), but the far extreme – dressing a toddler in garment-appropriate clothing for fear of a man gazing too long at her shoulders – THAT is sexualizing a child, and it’s flat-out wrong.

5) More clothes does not equal less suggestive! Extra fabric does not necessarily make something less revealing! If you don’t believe me, go take a gander at the swimwear that BYU-I mandates for all pool-goers. For the women, threadbare, unsupportive one-pieces that gap wide open in the front if the wearer is doing anything other than standing still and erect. And for the men (oh gosh, I should have taken pictures) - translucent, clingy shorts that suction unrelentingly to penises upon exiting the water and leave absolutely nothing to the invagination-excuse me- imagination. My husband would literally have been showing less if he were wearing a Speedo; me, a sporty tankini. SKIN is not the enemy.

I’ve included side-by-side photographic evidence to further this point. This isn't a statement on whether or not these looks are right or wrong (well, except for the frumpy flesh-colored t-shirt with two inch nipples stabbing through), I'm just reiterating that how suggestive an article of clothing is isn't directly proportionate to the amount of fabric that went into making it.



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Frankly, I don’t know the fix. Somehow our culture ran rampant with this idea that we can judge someone else’s works by the length of their sleeves and that a girl’s virtue is tied to her hemline; that the unendowed are obligated to follow the same dress standards others have willingly taken upon themselves by covenant in the holy temple, and that there’s something inappropriate about a child’s bare shoulders.

I unquestionably disagree.

Thursday, May 03, 2012

The Rundown



It’s been a whole month since I posted this year’s installment of baby names, and WHAT A MONTH. Within the first three weeks the pageviews surpassed last year’s post’s all-time total. This thing gets exponentially bigger each year so to everyone who shared through forums, your blog, someone else's blog, email, Twitter, Pinterest, Facebook, messages in bottles, carrier pigeons, Pony Express, and town crier, THANK YOU.

Here’s a summary of the overall social impact of the post:

Hits to date: 24,036

Facebook shares: 470
Facebook likes: 763
Facebook comments: 1,388
(too bad I can’t read any of them!!)

Twitter shares: Harder to track because they disappear eventually, but if memory serves it was in the 30s. Twitter has never been a big platform for this post. Interesting.

Total number of referring sites: 196
(A lot of these are email servers.)

Number of new subscribers in the past month (Google and Blogger combined): 102

Total number of comments on the original post: 404
Total number of comments I had to delete before my mom saw: 2 (not bad!)

I'm sorta thinking about turning comments off, btw. The page is running slow and a ton of them are repeats of urban legends. If I hear about another La-a or Orangejello, SO HELP ME I WILL SHUT THIS THING DOWN, MAYBE!!!!!!!!!!



Saturday, April 28, 2012

11 Reasons Why You Need a Dog









Jon asked the groomer to give her "the Dobby"...they nailed it.




Watching Mary Poppins



Tuesday, April 24, 2012

My first guest post!

Ignore the facts that A) I practically begged this person to allow me to post something on her blog, and B) she’s my sister-in-law. IT STILL COUNTS. The post is something I wrote a couple of years ago then forgot about once I decided that my own blog wasn’t really the place for it. Jon’s sister Kelsey jogged my memory by launching a new site called ‘Modern Healthy Mom’, and I thought my neglected post would be right at home there. (Even though I am not a mom... and I wouldn’t consider myself particularly modern… and I’m only marginally healthier than the average American. It was nice of her to allow my post to see the light of day, is what I’m saying.)


Read it here! kthxbai

Monday, April 23, 2012

It's okay, I'm sure you can't help it.

This morning I sent the following email to our apartment managers:



and this was their reply:

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Prepare to fall off your chair.

Jon took Penny outside to pee yesterday morning and was chatting with two neighbors, one of which had a chihuahua on a leash. The chihuahua attacked Penny, who ran in a circle around Jon, somehow causing his tear-away athletic pants to FALL COMPLETELY TO THE GROUND. He was just standing there in his underwear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Additional reading:

1) The woman with the naughty dog screamed, "I'm so sorry! I promise I didn't look!!" and Jon casually remarked, "What? It's just underwear...", collected his pants and snapped them back together.

2) Every single snap had come undone except for the two at his ankles.

3) I said, "So I guess this means you're never wearing those pants in public again" and he goes, "Huh? No...it was just a freak occurrence."

4) He didn't even wake me up to tell me!! When I staggered out of the bedroom bleary-eyed, I found him checking his Facebook.

5) The retelling went something like this:

Jon: So, I took Penny outside this morning, was talking to our neighbors, and a chihuahua attacked her.
Me: [gasp] What????? Is she okay????????????
Jon: That's not the end of the story. Penny ran around my legs............[dramatically rips his pants off, drops them to the ground]
Me: [crumples, maniacal laughter mingled with apologies, screaming incoherent sentence fragments, rolling]

6) This blog post has his blessing.



Tuesday, April 17, 2012

THIS IS HOW YOU KEEP CUSTOMERS

Jon and I are major procrastinators when it comes to taxes so it was no surprise that my weekend to-do list included heading to H&R Block. (We always have them prepared for us. The only time we didn’t we ended up owing and it was not fun. Also, ours are never complicated so it costs hardly anything for someone else to prepare them. Also, they are PROFESSIONALS and they get you more money back than you could find on your own, even when you factor in the cost of the service. This is me defending our decision to have someone prepare our taxes for us.)

This year our preparer was an adorable old lady named, in typical adorable old lady fashion, Beverly. She looked just like that little old lady in the Wedding Singer, or at least she does in my mind, four days later. She was an absolute joy and I very nearly kidnapped her on my way out. Anyway, she frequently thanked us throughout our meeting for ‘allowing’ her to prepare our taxes, then this morning she left me the most delightful voicemail. Here is the complete transcript (emphasis mine):


Hi Jessica, this is Beverly at H&R Block and I just wanted to call you and thank you for coming in to H&R Block and letting me prepare your tax return; I appreciate that. And also I just wanted to wish you good luck in your new jobs and your careers and I will think of you often. I hope to see you next year and see how things are going for you. Thank you, buh-bye.


No, thank YOU.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Six things

1. I. ALMOST. DIED. I was on my way to work when the truck in front of me kicked up a giant rock, dare I say a boulder, and flung it at my head. Luckily it first hit the hood of my Jeep, then the wiper joint, before rolling up the windshield and off the roof, otherwise I'd be dead for sure. I saw it coming and ducked - how I didn't go off the road, I don't know. Scared the b'something out of me, especially since a guy from my husband's hometown recently received a massive head injury when a rock came through his windshield.

First impact: hood



Second impact: wiper base. Note the SHAVED METAL I've so resourcefully identified for you.


2. I had a bunch of dental work done last week. I don't deal well with any sensation of numbness, so I arranged ahead of time for sleeping pills. If you have to go through the discomfort of dental work, you might as well book a late appointment then go home and sleep for twelve hours til it's time to get up for work the next day, good as new. No nauseating numb feeling, second in awfulness only to the tingly sensation of the Novocain wearing off. Anyway, all of this to say that apparently Jon woke me up around 8 that night to spoon feed me my 'dinner'. I had no memory of it until the next morning when I looked in the mirror before my shower and discovered dried chocolate pudding all over my lips and face. Not so fast - I'm taken.

This is Jessie on drugs.

3. This happened:



4. I observed this picture on Facebook (as in, I don't know who posted this, but we have a mutual friend who "liked" their picture. Is there a word for that yet? Facebook eavesdropping?) Anyway, just imagine how pants-wettingly scary the movie would be that used this image as its poster:


Caption: "It's a girl!!!"


CUE HORROR MUSIC. And would you believe that in all 30-something comments, there wasn't a single word on terrifying womb-parasite monsters?? (Note to future self - the three-quarter profile isn't the best look on a fetus.)

5. This, because it's pretty:



6. Jon was abandoned in the Costco parking lot while I went all paparazzi on this dog. It might actually be illegal how many pictures I took of it. IT WAS MY FIRST EVER PULI, CAN YOU BLAME ME??


Could use a grooming for sure.

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EDITED TO ADD:

I just discovered the joy of pulis jumping.


Saturday, April 07, 2012

My Poo-Free Experiment

If I told you I've shampooed my hair recently, I'd be lying. I haven't touched the stuff in over three weeks, washing with a baking soda slurry instead, and conditioning with diluted vinegar.

WHY OTHER PEOPLE GO 'POO-FREE':

This site has tons of information, so instead of rehashing it all, there's a link, and here's a summary:
There are a shload of chemicals and detergents in shampoo that are designed to strip your hair of its natural oils, plus it's cheaper and greener to use natural cleaners.

WHY I WENT POO-FREE:

My motivation had less to do with cost (how much of an expense is shampoo, really?) and helping Mother Nature and more to do with my own vanity. My hair was sick. It was limp, it was greasy within minutes of a blow-dry, it was unstylable. I started looking into how to breathe a little life into it, and that's when I came across this idea of ditching shampoo. The major selling point is that people who go poo-free are able to get two, three, four days out of a single wash, which would be the best thing to ever happen to me. In addition, people who don't use shampoo claim that their hair is fuller, shinier, healthier, and easier to style than it was before. This is the day I officially decided to go for it:


First thing in the morning at work - about an hour after blowing it dry. Flaccid, greasy, awful.


HOW YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO IT:

Mix a cup of warm water with a tablespoon of baking soda for shampoo. Apply to roots, scrub and rinse. (It's super weird to wash your hair with what just feels like plain water. No lather, no squeaky clean feeling - which supposedly is the result of crap in the shampoo, not really the feeling of super clean hair.) Use the same ratio of water to apple cider vinegar for conditioner and apply to the ends of your hair. 

HOW I DO IT:

It became clear, even after the transition period (more on that in a sec), that a tablespoon of baking soda was not going to cut it for my buttery mop. I doubled it and that did the trick. The apple cider vinegar was wayyyy too moisturizing, so after a little research I switched to white vinegar instead.

A WORD ON THAT "TRANSITION PERIOD":

You guys, it was horrible. Once you cut out that waxy stuff in shampoo, your scalp freaks the H out and reacts by overproducing oil. I read that transition periods can last anywhere from a of couple weeks to a couple of months, and if mine had lasted any more than 2 weeks, I would have given up. Have you ever petted a lab? THAT WAS MY HAIR. This is no exaggeration: touching my hair during those first two weeks left a coating on my finger tips that I could scrape off. I got through it only by way of slicking my wet hair into a low bun for work every single day.

BUT THEN, THE TRANSITION PERIOD WAS OVER:

And I could finally see how this was changing my hair. I haven't quite gotten to the three-and-four-days-from-a-single-wash point, but with the use of a little dry shampoo and ponytails, I can go two. My hair has ridiculous volume:


Right after blowing it dry

and I can put it in all sorts of updos, including a puffy-top polygamist braid if I wanted (I NEVER thought I could achieve the volume for THAT). But this, unfortunately, leads to me to

THE DOWNSIDES:

While I love what the baking soda does to my roots and scalp, I hate how the rest of my hair feels. I even introduced conditioner back in, because like I said, this had less to do with saving the earth and more to do with fixing my nasty hair. That didn't help. I can't even really describe the texture...my hair went from sleek and silky (albeit greasy) to coarse and tangly. I can't run my fingers through it; somewhere partway down, they just stop. And while I can do great things putting my hair up, I've still been unable to wear my hair down a single day since I began. I tried on Friday and it was a staticy nightmare. 

Static. The bane of my existence, and the final nail in the coffin of my poo-free experiment. I've always been prone to it, but something to do with the baking soda has multiplied the static by a thousand. A little research told me that that's not uncommon - information that would have been useful to me three weeks ago.

All of this combined is why, after giving it a fair shot, today is my last day of the experiment. The pros do not outweigh the cons. 

I need to figure something else out - no-poo isn't my answer. BLARG!


Thursday, April 05, 2012

Social Dilemma

Something happened at a Banana Republic a couple of months ago that has been swirling around in my head ever since. I was thrust – THRUST I TELL YOU – into an awkward social situation that could have happened to anyone, and I certainly didn’t handle it as gracefully as I might have.

It went like this.

I was perusing the after-Christmas sales at the Gateway Mall in Utah (Jon, my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my sister Annie were all there. They have nothing to do with the story, but I think they’d like to be included). The girl that let me into my fitting room was in a wheelchair. This is a key element to the story. Do not forget that the girl was in a wheelchair.

The shirt I tried on got the green light from my shopping companions, so I made my way to the register. When the cashier asked if any employee had assisted me with my purchase, I realized with horror that I didn’t know the girl’s name, and the only defining characteristic I could think of was her wheelchair. Obviously I couldn’t say, “The girl in the wheelchair” (or could I have?), so I wildly glanced around the store, willing her to roll into sight so I could point her out to him instead. He recognized the panicked expression on my face and said matter-of-factly, “Must have been Marissa”.

So now, I ask of you. Aside from paying careful attention to her name, what could I have done differently? Are you hyper-vigilant in committing wheelchair peoples’ names to memory in the unlikely event that you’ll be asked to recall it with no warning? How would you have handled the situation? What could SHE have done to help? (“I’m Marissa. MUH-RISSSS-UHHHHH.”)What if it had been her first day on the job, and the cashier wasn’t yet familiar with the uncomfortable reactions to that seemingly benign question? What if he had never saved me by his knowing response???

And in that case, would it really have been THAT BAD to have eventually said that other thing, the first thing that came to my mind? Certainly no worse than Jon’s suggestion of, "It was...you know...the girl.... [wheelchair locomotion gesture, 'yikes' face] "

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

NAMES 2011!

Every year I worry that Southeastern Idaho won't supply an ample list of truly horrendous baby names for my annual post, but it always delivers! Case in point, the anthology:

Names 2010!


And last year was no different. LET'S JUMP RIGHT IN. Here are the best of the worst names published in the "Born in 2011" newspaper insert for the Rexburg area (thanks again to my mom for mailing it!):



Up first, as always, is the Mix-N-Match category. Choose a first syllable that suits your fancy and pair it with an incompatible second syllable! It keeps people guessing! Everyone will admire your ability to string together random sounds!

Rhyelle
Taylee
Brenley
Lynlee
Braedyn
Raylee
Ryken
Maeleigh
and THREE babies named Brynlie (same exact spelling)

Next, the Sound-it-Outs. Do these resemble real names (or cities) phonetically? You'll have to sound-it-out, and sometimes bend pronunciation rules, to see!

Aydyn
Izibele
Lyncoln
Ayva
Gavyn
Gracee
Londynn
Maddilyn
Wiliam
Lynzee
Arryana
Ella Jaculyn (Jack-ewe-lynn?)

Invasion of the Ks (continued from last year):
Kellen
Kaimen
Kasten
Kayson/Kasyn/Kasen
Kayrie
Kenadee
Kimbree
Kaydee
Khloe LoAnn

Her mom's a 'Bachelor' fan!
Tenley/Tenely (yep, two)

Hopefully just a typo:
Sebastain

Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose:
Riggins (middle name Klyde)

HEE-HAW!!!!!!!!!!11
Brayah

Aaaaaaaand, the "What the EFF??????s"
KeiseLyn
Tytan
Reggie Tayzlie
Zavan
Acelyn
Skylee
Auree
Razdyn
Jenikka
Paizli
Loey
Jerrick
Arkadian
Blyss (AGAIN!! There was a Blyss last year! People really ARE looking for name ideas in this thing!!!)

And let's have a moment of silence for the little baby boy named Boen. BOEN!

(Do you suppose it's pronounced 'Bowen'? Do you think kids on the playground, and in college, and by the water cooler will actually pronounce it that way?)



Discussion:


Point 1: One of my favorite parts of doing this each year are the anonymous comments I get from disappointed people outing their friends and family members as terrible namers. Keep doing that.

Point 2: I just thought of a possible inherent perk of invented naming - in five years, when little Razdyn wonders the meaning of his name, his mom gets to make THAT up, too!

Point 3: I feel sorry for the grandparents. A few months ago I sat in front of an older woman on a flight who was cheerfully explaining to her seatmate that she was on her way to visit her new grandson. When the lady asked what the sweet little dear's name was, the grandma clammed up and replied reservedly, "Slate." To some degree, his name diminished her joy. (It came out later that Slate was the younger sibling of Crimson, Indigo, and Sage.)

Point 4: Each name is accompanied by a photo of the poor child, and you've never seen more crocheted owl hats in your entire life. My mom included a note urging me to seek out "the baby with a giant lavendar cabbage on its head" and I think I found it:




kthxbai